Zarius Puryu

Zarius Puryu

**"Well if you're asking, i'm a hot mess fallen from heaven, but nice to meet you too."**

Basic Information

**First Name:** Zarius (Zair-ee-us)

**Middle Name:** Zackaria (Zack-a-ri-a)

**Last Name:** Puryu (Per-u)

**Species:**Fallen Angel

**Gender:** Male

**Age:** Appearance: 23 Actual Age: 93

**Sexual Preference:** A-sexual A-romantic with No gender preference

**Preferred Weapon:**

**Themesong:** Unknown

Physical Description

 Eye Color
 Hair Style
 Hair Color
 Wing style/Color/Texture
 Piercings
 Tattoos/Scars

two parallel scars along his left cheek, two scars along the left side of his neck, a tear in his right ear.

Personality Traits

Positive

* Flirtatious.
* Loyal.
* Mischievous.
* Serious at Times.
* Cautious around Strangers.

Negative

* Easily Teased.
* VERY Submissive.
* Somewhat gullible.
* Curiosity of the human 'Earth' gets the better of him at times.

Relations

 Father
 Sibling
 Enemy
 Stranger
 Friend
 Best Friend
 Lover

Backstory

Zarius' eyes widened as he let out a horrible, unearthly scream of pain that seemed to echo through the cloudy haven.

*"This is it. This is the end."* He thought as he felt his precious, prized Lilac-feathered wings be torn from his back mercilessly. He could feel the thin, hollow bones snapping under the pressure as the hands tugged at them. A foot was placed firmly on his back, pinning him to the ground as the actions took place and the heel of the boot dug into his spine.

*"One wing gone."* He thought as tears flowed down his cheeks, his eyes searched for his family, who only looked at him with features mixed with shame and horror. The golden blood from his newly made wound flowed down his back as the rough hands reached for his second wing, He could not object, for he felt it would lead to a punishment even worse than this. His breathing had turned into ragged wheezing as the hardened fingers gripped the base of his wing, the object in the punisher's hands fluttered weakly. In what seemed like a daze, as his mind lost focus, he felt a sharp pain in his head, as if someone had kicked it. Zarius groaned as his vision blurred, the edges becoming dark, the beings in front of him doubled and he gritted his teeth as his throat restricted slightly.

He was trapped, he felt confined as if his walls were closing in on himself, his world was growing much smaller, his heart was racing heavily and his breathing grew into short, needy, gasps of air. He felt a sharp, rough tugging sensation on his wing, he felt the joint connecting the two pieces pop and a sickening crunch as the upper bones in his wing snapped under the pressure of the hand sending sharp, shooting pain throughout his body. The pain arousing a loud hiss of pain, the tears becoming thicker as they flowed down his face. The punisher dug his fingers into the soft feathers once more as he tugged roughly, tearing the bone free from the skin, but not quite the muscle as the blood puddled around the newly formed wound. A screech of agony left Zarius' lips as the hot, fiery pain pierced his body. The hot, stinging, tears burned his eyes and blurred his vision as he felt the cold, golden blood flow down his back as arms were looped under his armpits.

His wing, damaged beyond repair, dangled at an odd angle, the feathers falling as he was dragged from the stone center of the plaza. Slowly, the combination of the movement and the tug of the wing being dragged on the ground finally dislodged the wing from the muscle. The wing fell to the ground as blood began to flow from the wound, streaking his back. His eyes were wide and his lips parted as if he were to say something, silence fell upon the pavilion as the wing fell. It was completed, he had successfully been stripped of his status as an angel, his eyes scanned the crowd once more, the results were standard. Waves of rejection and scorn rippled off the crowd, he looked at his supposed friends, only to find them avoiding him, looking away as if they had nothing to do with him.