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Genocide McCall

"I have only one fear, it is of losing you."

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a character in “Coffee in Hell”, originally authored by Paintpoint, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name:
Genocide Lucky McCall
Nickname:
Geni
Age:
3000+ (looks closer to 23-24)
Race/Role:
Demon Male 2/Mixed breed of Lust and Wrath purebreds
Sexuality:
Homosexual

Likes:
  • Wine
  • Blood
  • Cigarettes
  • Broccoli Cheddar soup
  • Ties
  • Button up shirts/dark denim jeans
  • Tattoos
  • Blondes
  • Pain/pleasure
Dislikes:
  • Women
  • Cats
  • Commitment
  • Sunshine
  • Waking up early


Personality:
As his name would foretell Genocide is a man of mass death and homicide. His veins coarse with an icy hatred of anything that breaths or moves, holding no guilt or remorse to smite someone down over the smallest of arguments or frustration. He is condescending, arrogant, and all around unapproachable by most for good reason. As a descendant of wrath it was in his genes to punish those he believes deserves it, and in Genocide's case, everyone but one and himself should burn in the fiery depths of hell for eternity. There is one and only one exception to this blind and selfish hate, a man with the voice of a saint and wings as soft as silk, an angel. Despite all the rage and anger in Genocide there is one who can see past all his bullshit and get under his skin.

When with his angel Genocide is a completely different person, doe eyed and gentle, bending to the every whim and need of his one and only friend, his best friend. This demon shows a side of deep compassion and genuine love for the angel. He goes out of his way to surround him with tokens of his love, flowers, cooking, anything he could ever want. Genocide would kill everybody in Heaven, Hell, and anywhere in between to be with his angel. The demon is extremely jealous and protective, to an extent where it could be considered annoying, but makes up for it with endearing words of passion and lust for his significant other.

Appearance:
Short hair, deep set blue eyes, dark eyebrows, and a strong, handsome, facial structure. Genocide, often called Geni (pronounced like Jenny), is tall standing a little bit above six foot and weighing an even one hundred and sixty pounds. As the son of a Wrath and Lust Pure Breed it's not surprising that he's a near perfect specimen, though always looking troubled or angered. His hair is a dark brown, often cut short or styled in the front, deep cerulean eyes are filled with a warm liquid hatred for everything, and his high cheekbones give him a rock hard jaw line.

Genocide has a small mole under his left eye and freckles along his shoulders and back. His body is unmarred by tattoos or piercings and has lines around his mouth and forehead that show an almost permanent scowl. His hands and feet are large and his skin warm to the touch, body packed lean with muscle but never over exaggerated. Pearly white ivories are set very straight but aren't considered jacked up and kept white despite his love for staining blood.

All in all he is handsome, walks with a swagger of sophistication and contempt, and has nearly flawless skin, despite the few 'beauty marks' he has. On the occasion that you can get a smile out of him, be a smirk of a small grin it is said that a smile from Genocide either spells trouble or a unique moment of happiness in the older Demon's life. He's tall, lanky, yet strong despite his thinner body. At the envy of most women he has also been told to have long and dark eyelashes that a woman would kill for.


History:
Genocide has been a demon for nearly three thousand years and he has a lot of dark secrets and a lengthy, troublesome, past. I won't bore you with the homicidal young boy trying to become a man, how bout instead I tell you about Cecil? Oh it's a wonderfully tragic story, so pop a squat, maybe make yourself some coca and allow me to explain.

When they first met it was anything but pleasant, Genocide had to show Cecil the ropes of what it meant to be a guardian and neither liked one another because, to put it simply, Genocide is a homicidal maniac and Cecil is a stuffy and grumpy little angel. Initially, they constantly tried to one up each other, Geni poking fun or taunting Cecil for his saintly behaviorism, but don't get me wrong Cecil was just as persistent and bothersome.

After a while, they got used to each other if only because of their constant arguing/fights/acting like an old married couple, and that's when Cecil came to Genocide's rescue. A group of angels from the Mediaolum demanded retribution for Genocide's shortcomings , things looked pretty bleak for Geni I wont lie, but a certain guardian angel steps up to the plate and talks them down. It was the first step to their relationship shift because, hey, Cecil helped him out despite all of their issues and Genocide's flawed ethical outlook on life. Then, as they get relatively closer, the low level demons, infuriated that one of their superiors was befriending a angel (The blasphemy!) corner Cecil and Genocide repaid his debt by fighting the demons off. After that, they're total friends.

Eventually the friend-relationship shifts into a more friends with benefits situation (Though it was kept on the down low) because Cecil was terribly lonely and Genocide can actually stand him. Then romantic feelings start to blossom(Mostly on Geni's end), but neither are totally eager to show it, Cecil even less so. Given Cecil's insecurity about himself and the fact that Genocide is incredibly attractive, he'd probably have a hard time thinking that Geni is using him as more than a friends with benefits situation, so, when another angel whose been helping him with little things with his Guardian duties propositions him, he's convinced he might as well because it's not like Genocide's been monogamous and loves him anyways. Except he totally does.

Genocide blows up at him after learning about the affair, nearly beating Cecil's other lover to death, and Cecil's like "Hooo, boy, I done messed up". They stay separated with a while until Cecil- who's, you know, bad at this whole relationship stuff- sends him an apology- a necklace that Geni wears to this day- and eventually Genocide forgives him but remains incredibly possessive and jealous to this day.

Their relationship is still on a need to know basis(or they'd like to think it is but everyone has probably figured out that something is going on) because a) demons and angels aren't supposed to fraternize like that, Guardians or not and b) homosexual relationships aren't viewed too kindly in Heaven-land. But they do genuinely love each other, especially in private(wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more) and eventually Cecil actually starts coming around recently with allowing some PDA and seriously considering the idea of just, you know, letting the world know. Then, the accident happens and everyone's gone back to square one for Genocide and drama/angst ensues.

Is that not tragic? Will Genocide have the patience to deal with a crude and unrefined Cecil or will the demon give up completely and switch back to his genocidal ways?

Anything else:PM me with any questions or concerns about Genocide or if you're interested in collabing with him during the RP :)

So begins...

Genocide McCall's Story

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The air was crackling with tension, white hot and explosive just like the lightning that had struck the large structure in the middle of The Medialoum. Odd Came a inquiring thought from a dark haired man, standing with his hands in his pockets with a cigarette hanging from his lips. The ground rumbled with thunder, rattling his chest, bushes shivering around him as if quivering in fear. Chewing the end of his cigarette Genocide turned his shoulders to gaze towards the palace, shoulders hunched, unaware of the chaos hat ensued after the bolt of electricity. In fact, he was no where near the castle like building, about half a mile away buying a bottle of wine for this evenings dinner. "What a sight, nearly scared me out of my skin." Came the shrill voice of the plum woman who was selling to him. His dark eyes flicked to her, torn away from the palace as his lip twitched up in he beginnings of a sneer.

"Keep the change," Genocide practically growled as he snatched the bottle by its neck and placed the bill in the lady's hand. Lifting his cigarette from his lips he exhaled slowly, allowing the smoke out through his nose, eyes narrowing on the palace. With a shrug he returned the half smoked cigarette back at the corner of his lips. Genocide pulled up the hood of his jacket as small raindrops began to drop from the sky, pitter pattering on the warm cement beneath the demon's shoes. He tucked the bottle inside his jacket, under one arm, protecting it from sight and the intensifying rain as he retreated to the haven of the Medialoum palace.

By the time he reached one of the numerous entrances and exits his clothing was soaked and cigarette near gone. Standing under the patio he shook out his hood and jacket as best as possible, revealing a mop of dark hair and small, pointy ears. Scrunching his nose he fumbled with the door knob, finally pushing his way inside, only to meet complete insanity. Familiar faces ran around in a mad scramble, bewilderment and fear stinking the air as the demon kicked the door closed behind him. What in the seven rings of Hell was going on around here?!

Shouts were indicating that there were injured people, time slowing to a near stand still as Genocide made one connection to the next. The cigarette butt dropped from his mouth, as did the wine bottle from his hand, both hitting the ground at the same time. The wine painted the white tiles of the palace blood red, the shattering of glass ringing in the demon's hypersensitive ears. "Where is he?" He barely recognized his voice as he took unsure steps down the hall, a sense of panic overcoming him as his brisk walk turned into a frantic run. "Cecil!" Genocide called out, searching the faces of those he passed, pushing and shouldering his way through.

"Where is he?!"

The demon's bellow echoed out, over the voices of the many others, startling even himself in his desperate search for his curly haired love.

"Where! Is! Cecil!

OOC:Hey guys, finally posted (Whew! Glad I got that off my chest!) lemme know if you need anything changed. I am human, so to speak, and often make mistakes. It wont hurt my feelings, much, to go back and fix something. Im bound to get something wrong eventually!

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Nothing about that day should have been unusual. Yes, there was a storm carrying on outside, but weather came and went, and, in all fairness, it didn't seem like much of a portent of doom. Just another rainy day that made for excellent reading and, if Cecil was completely honest with himself (which he often wasn't), excellent cuddling weather as well, so a storm hardly seemed like an ill omen. In fact, the day had been going wonderfully. No one had any issues that they needed Cecil to solve in the Mediaolum, no one harassing him while he tried to get work done, no one invading his privacy unless you counted Genocide who, Cecil supposed with a blush that he would deny until the end of the world, wasn't so much invading as visiting previously conquered lands.

That was why he was caught entirely off guard, dropping the tome in his hand to the ground with an loud crash, by that… that sensation. The sensation was hard to describe, and goodness knows that Cecil had tried to explain it many times, but the best he could get was calling it a tingling sensation, raising goose bumps along his arms in its wake and causing his wings to twitch anxiously. It didn't feel particularly bad, more like his entire body threatening to fall asleep simultaneously, but he'd felt the sensation far too many times before to simply discount it. It was the sensation he'd felt so many years ago when his town had been attacked, before each sneak attack during the Great War, even here in the Mediaolum during the times he'd been caught up in dangerous business.

But he wouldn't panic because it could be nothing, he reasoned, bending over to pick up his heavy book. This was the Mediaolum after all, not a war zone, and, besides, this was the house of the Guardians where the biggest danger tended to be annoying people, angels, and/or demons bothering him. Yes, there must be a reasonable explanation to all of this because today was so utterly pleasant. And the day was pleasant- it was just too bad that the storm raging outside didn't get the memo.

Cecil heard what happened before anything else, a deafening crash echoing throughout the halls nearly sending him tumbling to the floor. There was no time to question or wonder what had just happened because immediately following the booming noise was another sound. The angel couldn't place it at first, but as it neared him the answer became obvious. It was the sound of rocks and mortar tumbling to the floor, of screaming people calling for help or mercy. The roof was caving in. He could see it now, hairline cracks racing along the ceiling above him, quickly broadening into larger gaps. The roof wasn't falling all at once, spreading out instead from the epicenter of the initial impact.

Cecil's wings spread out, feathers touching the walls around him as he made to retreat backwards with one mighty flap, but he was too late. The ceiling buckled above him and brought with it stone raining painfully down upon him, burying him in debris and dust until one well-placed rock cracked against his skull. Red, red blood began to sprout from within his blonde locks, trailing steadily down his face, and, unable to move, Cecil watched the single bead of blood make its way down the tip of his nose before he was swallowed into unconsciousness.

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Well, that wasn't quite right. He felt conscious, but it was like the pain had disappeared and now only darkness surrounded him. And he couldn't quite… Couldn't quite grasp onto his thoughts… What had just happened…? He struggled to remember, but the memories, silvery wisps in his own mind, were scuttling away from his grasp, teasing him, taunting him, disappearing into some dark corner of his mind. No, no, this couldn't be happening. Already bits and pieces of his memory were darting away from his mind, leaving him feeling desperate and empty and not knowing why. Desperate and empty.. he almost gave a hysteric laugh. That sounded utterly dirty, a joke in the making for one of the girls or Atti… What girls? Atti…? At a…? At where? He was so confused now, so, so confused.

Where was Genocide? Cecil clasped desperately onto that train of thought, fearful that it too would vanish. Genocide made sense. His friend, his lover, his… his other half. But, now, that memory was trying to escape now too, Cecil realized in horror. No, no, he couldn't forget his Geni. He couldn't. Who would he be without him? Oh, Heavenly Father, he couldn't. He couldn't let this happen- Genocide! Genocide! He had to remember Genocide! The cigarette smoke that seemed to constantly swirl around him, that charming grin, all of the little things he'd done for him, done to him. Genocide! Genocide. Genocide… genocide. Genocide? He felt empty, but what did that have to do with mass murder?
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The moment Cecil awoke, he felt like he was being suffocated and crushed simultaneously. Why…? Oh. It was because he was being suffocated and crushed simultaneously. Cecil struggled desperately from within the debris despite the aches and pains darting around his body and the intense throbbing pain in his head. He soon surfaced, gasping for breath, and looked around. It was chaos, crumbled bits of what appeared to be ceiling surrounding him like he was in a massive ruin and rain steadily beating down on him from the gaping hole above. Where was he? Hadn't he just been home? Yes, yes, it was right after he'd been… been demoted. He wasn't thinking straight... how had be gotten here? Where was here? Oh, God, he'd been hit in the head again. This couldn't be happening again! Cecil struggled to hear something, anything because no, no, he couldn't be deaf again.

"Where! Is! Cecil! Oh, thank the Good Lord, a voice. A voice that he agreed with. Yes, where was Cecil? Oh, wait. Cecil jerked his head upwards, immediately regretting it as the pain in his head increased tenfold. That was someone calling for him. Probably. Maybe wherever he was had another Cecil?

"Hello…?" It wasn't much of a shout, or much of a thing too shout if someone was looking for him, but it was the most he could manage at the moment without exacerbating his aching head.