Name: Zolo
Species: Angel/Demon Residence: Mythakindom Bio: His past is unknown to him, but he knows his origin as to how and why he is like the way he does. When he died, heaven and hell both wanted him and so they each stole a part of his memory and true being. He became torn between good and evil thus being part angel and part devil. He can never die for heaven doesn't want a devil and hell doesn't want an angel. He still can bleed and feel pain like a mortal. Zolo does not appreciate life anymore and has many times attempted to kill himself, but to no avail. He feels deep loneliness because of his immortality. Zolo tends to speak poetically and in phrases not understood by many. He tends to write poetry about his life and depression as a hobby while he waits for something to happen such as a person crossing his path. Here is a quote of something he would write: "It's funny how we're here; living, finding our purposes and what not. Worried about whether or not we will make it to heaven. And look at me...I'm sitting on the earth with an angelic wing given by the gods and a demon's wing stolen from the devil. I'm tied between the living and the non-living. I feel pain like a mortal, yet I can never die. You can stab me, punch me, and shoot me, but you can never kill me. Nothing can. I know, I've tried. I'm like a ghost that has a shadow and a angel that believes God is nothing. I have a fake memory instead of my own because God and the devil each took part of it. I don't even remember my true name or how I died. To me life is one big mystery that can never be solved." (I made this guy a long while ago and copied this description from Deviantart. Younger me was...different >.>;) |