Sybilia

Heaven, a city of angels, paradise for the souls of the virtuous, and a utopic society. Everyone is perfect.

...Almost everyone, anyways.

Sybilia is a special case, a holy soldier of virtues, and a successful one at that, being an archangel... and yet, also the descendent of a now-distant memory of a fling between a (now-fallen) angel and a demon. Her distant cousin, once removed, a certain clerical succubus, also came about as a result of this fling. While that one took about a little bit of heavenly virtue, loyal, preferring to busy herself in work and-- for the most part, not try to fuck EVERYTHING with a pulse, Sybilia here seems to have taken the opposite route.

Rather than dealing with heretics and demons with a holy fist of smiting justice, Sybilia much prefers to deal with them with her holy gut of smiting justice. And, for an angel, she's not as chaste as one would expect, often using her body to reward the pious, or using her magics to 'punish' the sinner (see: intense BDSM session).

As for how she looks... well. 'Punk trash' is probably a very good descriptor of it. Standing at a rather lofty 6'3", a set of brown eyes peer out from cropped, black hair. Though if you were to look closely, you'd see the blonde roots poking through from underneath. The second thing one would probably note about her, is her look. Tattoos and piercings abound, to complete that 'rebellious punk' look. Whatever you can think of, she's probably got it inked onto her. From a scantily-clad angel opening her arms up on her back, her arms sleeved in veritable bushels of flowers and the occasional knife, a faux-choker around her neck, a number of lewd words like 'drown' and 'suffocate' conveniently plastered around her groin... you get the idea. She's also no stranger to piercings, considering she has at least one in pretty much any place you could think of. Ears, nose, lips, tongue, nips... clit.

In all honesty, the only thing that one could clearly point to, to say that Sybil is actually an angel, would be those surprisingly soft, pristine, feathery wings of hers planted right on the angel's back. Bordered by more tatts, obviously. As for what she wears, well. Typical fare for the angel consists of black shirts, denim jackets, short leather skirts, calf-high boots, and fishnet stockings. Naturally. Really, someone's gotta look at that and think she's a prostitute...

In any case, it seems that the 'angel' has filled a rather unique role. With her lowered inhibitions, the Seraphim found it a perfect opportunity to create their very own assassin and spy. She'd fit in... surprisingly well with demons for some time. Her real strength, however, lies with the infiltration of mortal realms, able to whisper sweet nothings into their ears and heighten worship for God. Of course, should one need getting rid of a heretic, she's also more than capable of that, too. Her lavish looks, love of carnal pleasures and... unique method of smiting makes her the perfect candidate for picking off those who would speak out against the Lord.

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...There is, however, another form that the angel takes. One only for the luckiest of individuals. Or, the unluckiest, depending on one's actions in life. Mostly the former.

Since it's often quite a bad look to show off conventionally viewed as quite horrifying to humans and mortals, Sybilia oft resides in her more familiar, punk-like human form. However, there are quite a few times where it's warranted to reveal, or simply deicides to let her hair down, to reveal her pure angelic form.

Whilst she's able to change her size in this form up to a very respectable 40' tall, she usually stays anywhere between 10' and 15' tall. All over, the pale, caucasian skin tone is replaced with a pure, alabaster white, mottled and textured like marble, giving her the appearance of a statue. Accentuating her features also are lines of shimmering gold, brilliantly reflecting the light that hits out against them. Though, in spite of her literally sculpted appearance, it seems to not hinder her whatsoever, nor even make her any less soft or warm to the touch. It's probable that she's even more pleasant to touch than most mortal things. So then, starting from the top of her head stretches down a fluffy, thick head of silken, white hair, stretching all the way down to the small of her back, beginning to darken some two thirds of the way down, and finishing off at the tips as an onyx black. It seems to be able to remain in the air, waving as if it were under the influence of wind, even indoors. Coming to the front, two bony carapaces grow out of her head, joining together in the middle to form a half-halo, spider-webbed with glowing, golden veins. Covering her eyes is a dark grey covering of cloth, wrapped snugly all the way around her head to cover her eyes. From behind there's a faint, subtle glow which peers through.

The angel's wings, placed midway down her back, are nearly as tall as she is, with a wingspan that could easily encompass her, let alone people she comes across. Much like her hair, the white feathers begin to darken, the edges of her mattress-like wings painted in an oil-black colour. Starting at the elbow, her arms thicken out, becoming tougher, and more chitinous. A large spike protrudes from either elbow, stretching outwards, whilst her hand is covered in the same sort of armored skin that her forearm is. The only difference being that each finger is set with a talon-like nail, sharpened down to the molecule.

The strangest part of this form of Sybilia, however, would have to be her lower body. From the base of her spine stretches out yet another thick length of dense muscle, this time in the form of a prehensile tail, lizard-like in its appearance as it sways from side to side behind her in a rhythmic, soothed fashion. It seems long enough to wrap around her own legs, so it's quite the tail. Speaking of her legs, rather than the shapely, well formed legs of a woman, it's instead replaced by digitigrade legs, covered in thick, wiry fur, capped off by smooth hooves. They aren't the only strange thing, given how her innards all seem to be a sparkling silver, speckled with refracting rainbows when the light hits them just right.

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Seems The_Trash_Can's got a new resident. Who keeps making this shit up on impulse?