<span style="color: #FF0000">Appearance: <a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/--0-1-2-1.jpg">[ img ]</a> (Wears chains exactly as in picture)<br/>Angel Name: <span style="font-style: italic">Nariso</span><br/>Human Name: <span style="font-style: italic">Blake Daniels</span><br/>Nickname: <span style="font-style: italic">Psych (as in psychotic)</span><br/>Age: <span style="font-style: italic">Appears 18</span><br/>Race: <span style="font-style: italic">Angel</span><br/>Personality: <span style="font-style: italic">*mean (when wants to be)<br/>*Crazy<br/>*Sadistic<br/>*Machositic<br/>*Cruel<br/>*Playful<br/>*Dark<br/>*Flirtacious<br/>*Cold (to humans &amp; angels more than demons)<br/>*Tempermental</span><br/>Disabilities: <span style="font-style: italic">*Hears Voices <br/>*Scitzerphrenic (at times)<br/>*Multiple Personality Disorder<br/>*Psychopathic tendencies</span><br/>Abilities: <span style="font-style: italic">*Flight<br/>*Chain Manipulation<br/>*Torture</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br/><br/>Nariso, or Blake as he went by, had left heaven behind some time ago. He didn't remember how long. They were too...choir boyish for him...to put it nicely. He left of his own free will so heaven couldn't turn his wings or take them away. Nor make him a fallen. So he became heaven's dark and dirty little secret. The secret that heaven kept from hell. He left and came down to Earth, to the mortal realm. He had fun with people off and on. Male and female. Gender wasn't an issue to him. The toys were all toys. Some toys just broke sooner than others. He rarely killed his toys...if they died after he was done playing with them than it wasn't on his hands. Humans were weak creatures anyway.<br/><br/>As he walked the voice began arguing over where they should go next. "Shut up!" He hissed. Shaking his head. "It isn't up to any of you. Its up to me. I'm in control. Not you, you or even you three over there." He said. The voices seeming to go silent upon command. They left a soft murmering in the back of his thoughts but now he could focus on what he wanted to focus on. Sometimes the voices were fun to listen to. Other times they were downright annoying. He was crazy. He knew he was crazy. He loved being crazy. Fuck what anyone else thought of him. He wanted people to know he was crazy. He enjoyed showing people just how fucking crazy he could get.<br/><br/>As he walked a gangster started towards him. Must've thought him easy prey. He heard the gangster and snapped out of his own thoughts. Looking at the man. "You don't want to test me stupid human." He said. His wings flexing in distaste. Pathetic. Useless. Weak human.<span style="font-weight: bold">The human looked at him and smirked. "Man what you gonna do? Read me biblical verses? You are too girly to even be a threat." He taunted shoving the angel man backwards a bit. "Come on lady man...man up why don't you?" He taunted. Thinking the angel was a pushover because of how thin and girly he was.</span>Blake just looked at the human. "No. That would be a waste of my time to read a moron biblical verses." He said. Then the man shoved him backwards a few steps and his eyes grew cold. A sadistic smile crossed his features. "You shouldn't have pushed us." He said in an almost sickly sweet yet acidic voice.<br/><br/>He suddenly closed the gap between them. His hand wrapping around the front of the mans neck. He shoved him backwards by his neck. His sharp claw like nails digging into the man's throat. They drew beads of blood as he slammed him into the wall. "Let us show you why that was a bad idea." He almost cooed in a sadistically sweet voice. He jerked the man down to the ground on his side. Kicking him in the gut. Grabbing the punk by his short hair and turned him onto his stomach. Ripping out strands of hair and making the guy cry out. A giggle escaping his lips. "Whose the girly man now?" He said in a taunt as he twisted the mans wrist and held the hand almost backwards. "This little moron went to the market..." He said. Breaking the top part of the mans pinky. "The same little moron bought too much beer." He broke the middle part of his fingers. Then broke the bottom of the finger. Very slow and precise movements. "That little moron got wasted." Laughing like this was all a game. To him...it was. He didn't care who saw him just to the side by the alley...torturing this man.<br/><br/>The man cried out louder with pain as the entire pinky was broken up to where the flesh went between each finger. He leaned down. "We'll show you why it was a fucking terrible plan to shove us around." He said in a sadistic voice. Digging his nails of his left hand through the bottom of the mans earlobe. Ripping it off and causing him to scream. He sensed someone coming closer but didn't care. He began breaking the finger next to the man's pinky one piece at a time. The man's screams echoing into the sky whose sun was setting. He moved on to the middle finger. "Gonna be hard to flick people off once I'm done with you." He said with a dark almost giggle sound.