Jacket
Panty and Stocking weren't the first angels to fall, nor would they be the last. Throughout the history of the world, Garterbelt and many other priests have served as the guardians of many young, arrogant angels that had lost their way somewhere along the way and were cast down from Heaven, tasked with the duties of removing the supernatural entities that plague the Earth, be they Ghost or Demon. Some fell and never survived long enough to redeem themselves or descend further into vice. Others fell to the darkness and became the very creatures they hunted or joined the ranks of their opponents. Some returned to Heaven after paying their dues.
And then there was Jacket.
It's never been quite easy to figure out what was 'wrong' with Jacket. He fell to Earth due to the Sin of Envy, often questioning what importance, if any, the Kingdom of Man had to the Creator. He fell in roughly 1943 AD, and has remained since, watching as the world around him crumbled and changed, cursed with youth and health as those he came to care for died and passed on. His own tutor gone and his father turned to the forces of darkness, having fallen at roughly the same period as he had, Jacket has more than paid for his dues with the destruction of ghosts and the redemption of their souls, often requested to come home. Still, he refuses, as in his time he has found something Heaven could not provide; a cause to fight.
This world ages. This world will ultimately die. These are truths that Jacket has realized, and in that process, he has discovered the importance of the Kingdom of Man to both the Kingdom of Heaven and the Hierarchy of Hell. While its time shall be brief, it will ultimately decide the fate of the Great War ahead, and he hopes that he can make up for the time he wasted by fighting to protect the Kingdom of Man until its part can be played, though some angels chalk this up to a desire to bring his father back to the light.
Jacket doesn't base himself anywhere, though he initially fell to Munich and has since traveled the world, a shadow amongst the passionate flame of life. Despite his original interest in the people of the Earth, since the death of the Priest that served as his guardian and agent, he has grown distant from not only those from this place, but celestial beings as well. He doesn't rely on the strength of others as he feels confident that his abilities will suffice, and occasionally this plays against him in the worst of ways.
Jacket's weapon is his namesake (usually black) leather jacket, studded on the shoulders. It has the ability to change form into various weapons and helpful armaments, from a more consistent pair of wings to a rather large scythe (his most commonly used weapon). He cannot form projectile weapons, limited to melee combat, though he's no stranger to the use of guns when necessary. Seeing as his weapon, despite being Holy by alignment, is heavily melee-based, it can damage most objects in the same fashion as Stocking's Stripes One and Two.
While he has not met Panty or Stocking personally, it seems he has a negative reaction to hearing Garterbelt's name...
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((PSG Fan Character. Under Construction, folks.))
As PredAs Prey
Being PredBeing Prey |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
One of my few characters lacking a real vore focus, it's more likely than not that he would be prey. He's not really a push-over though, so one would have to be a rather reasonable fighter to get him down. |
Soft Vore |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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Hard Vore |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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Sex |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
Jacket's no stranger to the loins of mortals or angels, though simultaneously he's not the most experienced or the quickest to jump into bed with a random stranger. Still, a sign of the overly-passionate angel that once was can be seen in the bedroom, if conditions are promising. |
Whisper |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
My preferences that are unlisted can honestly go either way depending on the day in question. As long as you can type a coherent English sentence, feel free to send me a whisper. I'd be more than happy to try and entertain you. |