Vizoriel

이치현
The Fallen Angel of Order

Name: Vizoriel
Alias: Vizo, Viz, Lee Jihyun
Moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Age: As old as time itself.

Birthplace: Heaven
Race: Demon
Height: His mortal height is 6’3.” In demonic form, he is 7’3”
Personality: Vizo is conniving and manipulative, as well as desperate for freedom from
the chains that hold onto him. The lines of bad and evil are blurred, and he has no
intent on helping either side at the moment. He does more for himself and his desires
instead. He isn’t someone to intentionally hurt or help anyone, yet, his morals,
internally, lie on the better side of things. Vizoriel is also stoic and cold most of the
time, with the occasional light-hearted moments. However, he doesn’t generally hold
empathy and sympathy at a high regard. He feels emotional attachment and
connections are only something that you will be disappointed with, and that is
something he tries to live by. Vizo is also incredibly rebellious and doesn’t like to abide
by other people’s guidelines and rules.

Likes: Freedom of speech, will, action, etc…, self-reassurance, snakes, horror and
thriller movies, the act of combat, martial arts, spiders, a soft spot for plush animals,
reading, parties, piano, swimming, coffee

Dislikes: Puns, baking/cooking, sciences, clowns, dogs, documentaries, fairy tales,

overly optimistic people, techno music, using the easy solution to problems, trumpets,
painting, bowties, cucumbers

Character Background:

The Birth of the Lost Demon

Nothing can be guaranteed in the lifespan of the universe.

You don’t always realize who you are, and sometimes you exceed boundaries
trying to find that singular identity. It’s common, yet so frowned upon. Nobody ever
knows what to expect when life hits them like a brick and sets out a plan for them -
especially in seeing the future ahead of them.

The universe, at the beginning, was created from a single explosion. With this
creation came beings; strong, powerful beings who handled every aspect of the world
with tender care and devotion in order to keep balance. However, they needed new
branches. They needed a more efficient system to maintain order in the mortal plane.
From this, the creator made angels. Embrielle, Asmodeus, Celeste, Emilio, and even
Forfax, all delicately forged to serve a purpose, although they may have been created
at different times. Angels were made to hold onto the reigns of a concept.
 Of course, in a society like Earth, there needs to be rules and organization to be
properly civilized. There also needs to be a communication and elimination of excessive
chaos that tips the scales.

That was where the creator forged one of the older angels - Vizoriel. He was
chosen as an obedient soul who lived with what he was taught and who he was told to
become in the role of being an angel. He never explored himself, nor did he explore the
world outside of what he knew. When he did explore, however, he was promptly shut
off from the action and received punishment in his freedoms. Of course, his role was
crucial for life on Earth. If he became distracted, it could all quickly crumble and fall to
its demise.

Yet, it was too early to say it wouldn’t do just that.

Upon discovering celestial scriptures of who they were meant to be, what roles
they had to take on, and information on the world around them, Vizoriel wanted to truly
explore who he was, and not live under the chains of the creator’s rule. He interacted
with Embrielle countless times to understand the reasons for their containment.
Balance. Order. The same wise things Em always said. However, as he attempted to
simply learn more, he was punished thoroughly. That was all it took for him to be tired
and frustrated at the situation in his spiritual fingertips.

In the moment he found the opportunity, he rebelled.

He found his way to the gates of the mortal plane, and used this to learn more
about what resided on the planet of dirt and liquid. He hid and used his vague
appearance to vanish into the increasing population. Eventually, he was blacklisted into
heaven’s gates, and from there, Vizoriel knew he would receive what he deserved for
disappearing.

Years had gone by, and Vizoriel was considered a dangerous escapee of the
higher power. He literally had the world’s chaotic and wellness balance in his palms. If
he wanted to, he could potentially tip the scales, and send the populace into madness.

Though, things began to get worrisome.

What was his fate?

What would he have to deal with?

Was he banished? Would he be destroyed as an entity in itself?

There was no clear answer, of course. It only took his inner conscience
constantly pounding against his chest for him to suck it up and encounter what was
coming to him.
 It was a battle of wit and understanding, but eventually, it became a drowning
pool of acceptance.

Vizoriel was banished to Hell where he remained in an excruciatingly plain limbo.

He stayed there for hundreds of years - waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting...

For the day that he could be free again. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long.

Vizoriel’s soul was transferred to a new limbo. Yet, much to his surprise, it wasn’t
a limbo anymore. It consisted of the musky smell of hell and the thick stench of death
and disparity. However, it was different. He lingered in a fortress under the rule of a
force almost equivalent to the creator.

His only chance was to work to retrieve lost souls on the mortal plane, and
maintain the order of the underworld. Contracts of desires could be made in exchange
for souls while others may simply die and have their souls lost in the atmosphere. It
was now Vizoriel’s job to retrieve these, alongside the many others following this role in
Hell. He was given the number seven to symbolize his identity as a soulkeeper.

It wasn’t the best duty, frankly. However, it was something.

He works loosely on this job, but spends most of his time enjoying life in the
mortal realm like a regular person would. He is occasionally confused for a gang
member or someone who you shouldn’t really mess with.

However, that might just be his intimidatingly fluffy appearance.

Strengths:
- Manipulation
- Independence
- Martial arts and hand-fighting
- Writing and literature
- Courage
- Efficient swimmer
- Relies less on emotional impact other than his own
- Persistence
- Creating vulnerability in others emotionally
 -Understands the need for a system without chaos, yet acts against the concept
-Intimidating air about him
-Able to find methods in controlling happenings around him (through
manipulation or other verbal/physical means)
Weaknesses:
- Independence
- Relies less on emotional impact other than his own
- Persistence
- Lack of prudence
- Emotionally unattached
- Rebellious in nature
- Uncreative aside from musically
- Lack of self-regulation
- Limited gratitude
- Short-tempered
- Understands the need for a system without chaos, yet acts against the concept
- Intimidating air about him
- Can tend to be too controlling
- Vulnerable to theology
- Iron products

Powers:

Demonic Visage - The demonic visage is a ‘shape mode’ of the demon. This
appearance unleashes the greater strength and power of the demonic force, and
consists of horns, and a tail. Being in the form allows the user to be up to three times
stronger.
- Invisibility - The user is capable of becoming invisible once every four hours.
Once the user shifts out of this state, the cooldown begins. It can be applied on
both the demonic visage and out of it.

Immortality - As a being of heaven, and previously being an angel, the user is

immortal. He cannot be killed unless combatted to the point where he must return to
Hell to regenerate his mortal body and soul for a long period of time. Once he
regenerates, he returns to the mortal plane to continue his duties.

Enhanced Senses - The user has enhanced senses. Smell, taste, and hearing are all
slightly enhanced for the user on the mortal plane.

- Taste - The user can break down the components of a material they are tasting
much easier. They can also supposedly taste fear in the air surrounding a person.
It tastes like quote unquote “peaches covered with fresh bone marrow.”
 - Smell - The user is able to smell despair and smell things from further
distances. Around a 5 meter radius around a person, the user is able to
supposedly smell their despair. It smells like “burnt hair.”

- Hearing - The user can hear high frequencies that regular humans are unable to
hear for themselves.

Magic - Utilising the energy of acquired souls through contracts and harvest, the user
is able to cast certain types of spells like regeneration spells and stamina/strength
spells.

Power weaknesses:

Demonic Visage
- Despite it making the user three times stronger, this state makes the user half as
slow as before due to the size increase.
- Invisibility - There is a 4 hour cooldown to this. Once the user
transitions out of a non-visible state, the cooldown begins and has to wait
4 hours to be able to use it again. It also takes up more energy the more
time the user is in this state.

Immortality
- Once injured to the point where he cannot function, he is either a) put into
comatose, or b) sent to Hell where he can recover to the point where he can fully
function and return to the mortal plane.
- He can be damaged by theology, celestial object, and religious figures that have
to do with heaven

Enhanced Senses
- All these senses can only be acquired from a 5 meter radius around the subject it
comes from.

Magic
- If there are no souls to provide the energy to use this magic, no magic can be
cast. Each spell has a two hour cooldown.

Additional information:

- On the mortal plane, he goes by the name of Lee Jihyun - a korean male
appearing to be in his early to mid 20s.
- Vizo has a tattoo sleeve that creeps onto the edge of his shoulder.
 - Vizoriel is known to ride motorcycles and is occasionally seen driving through the
streets at night to refresh and reflect on himself.
- In his demonic form, one of his horns is broken, without the ability to grow back.
- This is his demonic form:

Roleplay Sample:

The moon had just risen from its pocket, bringing its friends out to lay parallel
against the earth’s surface. They surrounded the large patches of land and shone
clearly onto the roads, bridges, and people who went on with their civilizations.
Advancements made these nighttime features less useful, yet, they were always so
beautiful to indulge in.
 If you asked him, it would be one of the few true beautiful features about Earth.

Every day, Vizoriel explored something new. It was almost like a bucket list,
except it never ended. Being immortal had these perks, and also its own cons. He had
to live every day without fear. Many of those days were the same routine, only different
people. Someone dies or a contract ends and he receives a soul. There are very few he
gets to keep. It’s considered a payment, despite its inconsistency.

The wind danced along each dark strand of his hair as the humming of the
mechanical bike came into earshot. It rumbled like a low growl that struck both fear
and wonder into those that encountered it. The American highways were usually stuffy.
The main ones, at least. That’s where he drove. The open skies with the occasional
natural view in his dark peripherals was all worth it. It brought serenity and peace
through the chaos of the world. Really, he didn’t doubt someone was already up there,
replacing him. Did it matter? Not as much anymore.

Vizo was someone changed. Now that he became isolated, he was a lone warrior.
He didn’t have to rely on others, nor did he have to worry about consequences on their
behalf. What mattered right now was himself and his identity. It was the sole quest he
set himself on since the beginning of his creation. Obstacles were thrown directly onto
the ties between Vizoriel and success, and it led him to believe that there was no true
order on Earth. It was a distant memory in the minds of everyone but the creator
Himself. It was the most stupid thing in existence, but the demon learned to live with
that.

Cars were being cars. Forgetting blinkers and getting in front of him, riding on
his ass, the usual. Frankly, one thing that bothered him - slow people on the left lane.

The man rolled his eyes and gently shook his head back and forth before a flick
of his finger permeated the grumbling air. His palms turned the handles and he picked
up the pace to pass the turtle, before muttering curses under his breath.

He wasn’t much of a talker, honestly. He only talked when it was necessary or

when he had something to say. There were times he talked to himself, but he tried to
minimize these microcosmic conversations. All he did, however, was increase his speed.
He was going 100 on a 90 way, yet it felt the exact same in his head. Thoughts
travelled much faster than they were supposed to, and stress began to form within his
stomach’s walls. It wasn’t long until he slowed and turned into an exit of the highway,
on his way to the city. Soon.

But not soon enough.

With glances about, he drifted into an alley with a much slower pace. He
travelled at only a few kilometers an hour. Until… it stopped. A foot clicked onto the
ground while he held onto the motorcycle, and the opposite limb knocked on a fresh
support for the vehicle. Promptly, off came the helmet, revealing tear-stained cheeks
and an emotional display that was only appropriate where no one could see it.

Anger.

Frustration.

Desperation.

Sadness.

Fear.

Photo/Physical description:
Face Claim - Ji Soo
Musical Themes:

Cradles - Sub Urban

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xv9InPzAYbA

Little Poor Me - Layto

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CnZh8wnAwo