BASICS.
name: Feodor Fallen
alias: Feodor
gender:Trans Man
birthday: June 22ndMENTAL.
alignment: Chaotic Neutral
positive: Expressive, Loyal & Thoughtful.
negative: Unpredictable, Possessive & TemperamentalPHYSICAL.
height: 166 CM
hair: Platinum blond with pink
eyes: Black sclera, pink pupils
build: Short and slenderEXTRA.
sexuality: Homosexual
languages: English, Latin
voiceclaim:Sammy Lawrence

Feodor Lore
Feodor was born in a little village in Cyprus in the year 1768.
Being born to two followers of a Christian cult, these worshipped the god Equilibria. The god of Balance, Collaboration, Love and Harmony.His childhood was strict, being raised as an offering wasn’t exactly what he’d expected but he didn’t know any differently, The village made sure to keep him ‘pure’ and ‘sinless’ as best as they could, only the best for their god. Right?His parents had been disappointed by the fact he had been born a ‘girl’
Luckily it seemed their god had pity on them, blessing them with promises of mercy to the child (Feodor) whenever they would be sacrificed.Feodor had been expressing himself with a different name from a young age, the name ‘Feodor’ had soon be adopted. Feodor claimed his god had come to talk to him, calling him Feodor, A Divine gift.Raised in luxury, many friends and nice parents, he had nothing to complain. The first 21 years of his life had been good, great even.
Until he got close to turning 22. Sure, people still hyped him up, enjoyed being around him. But he became more of a thing rather than a person, seen as something they would have to use.Then on his 22nd birthday, the towns people, his parents, his friends, dressed him up in fine robes, and just those. White with pink accents near the drapes and ends of the fabric. It was quite flowy, he felt sick to his stomach.
Was this really what he’d been raised for? Had this really been all his life was for? A pig for slaughter?
It turned out, yes, that had been the case.
And that is how it happened, locked up and away, the little shrine had been set ablaze, taking and consuming Feodor with it. His god once again turned their gaze upon him, after years, 20 whole years, the divine gaze returned to shine down at him.
His god wrapped their metaphorical hands around him, soothing his pains through the blaze that raged through the shrine, ate away at his body.While he was taken away to the realm of equilibria, his body still ablaze back in the human realm.
His new body manifested, turning and twisting with disgusting cracks and squeaks, the wet noise of eyes opening and the smell of blood and flesh permeating through the realm. Feather’s fell around his form.He appeared as a 22m biblically accurate angel, the smallest one actually. His peers being much larger, perhaps it had to do with the fact he was a human borne angel, with being sacrificed.Due to this his elders made fun of him, he was easily worked up, he was known for having quite the temper. And even though his god had promised him blessings and salvation, it never came. No matter how good he was, how well he behaved, how hard he tried to be a good angel like his elders, he couldn’t keep up.
He was seen as weak, small and lesser, the youngest. He would always be the youngest, no matter how many new angels equilibria would provide. He would remain the weakest.His god punished him for his temper. Stripping him of wings, taking out an eye. He would be locked away, set on fire again. He would go through these things over and over, tormenting him. Yet, he couldn’t blame his god could he?He was destined to be good, powerful, but he failed that. He had gotten scared, he had started doubting his god when it neared his time to be sacrificed, taken. It was his fault for showing doubt, he had betrayed his god with that, yet they had still taken him under their wing as an angel.After serving equilibria for around 200 years they got fed up with him, he had grown detached from their punishments, so it was time for something different.His god told him if he wanted to become a god like his elders he had to prove himself, to ascend, become more powerful.
Their god had tasked them to check up on these interesting creatures that seemed to appear over the earth. Equilibria had never approved of these creatures. Feodor was to investigate and report back to their god.How convenient that they seemed to all be gathered in the same place…
Feodor had adapted to a more human form, Another round of disgusting crunches, squelches and bone snapping. Once again the smell of blood and gore permeating the very same air these scientists would breathe as he had manifested in a little closet.Though he failed to blend in, he knew nothing about humans anymore. His memories from 200 years ago had faded, only a bitter, hateful feeling remained.
He tried his best to blend in, greeting these scientists with a friendly demeanour, questioning what they were doing, and if they knew of these creatures, if he could see one, speak to one.They quickly made the realisation that Feodor might be one of these said creatures. Behaviours and features that didn’t seem to fit any normal human. Sharp teeth, a darker coloured tongue than any human had. His eyes would glow a blinding blue if you stared too long, pink glittering behind those irises in the right light.
Golden markings that seemed to be poorly hidden. A smell of roses and something else sweet following him closely.
He seemed quite innocent and excited compared to the scientists, clearly not someone who belonged there no matter how hard Feodor convinced them.
It only took the corporation a few hours to lock him up and torture his true form out of that small body he had taken on. Once again, rot and blood going through the air.These scientists conducted wild and awful experiments, they had never had their hands on an angel before had they? Where was Feodor’s god? He wondered as they experimented on him. He wouldn’t dare hurt these humans, a beloved creation of the gods. He couldn’t hurt them so he let these scientists do whatever.
He was tied up, his divine markings on his wrists being burnt off by hot cuffs, they would heat up these cuffs till the scent of burning flesh filled the air.
After enough of these horrific experiments he ended up exhausted, breaking down into a form that was easier for him to hold onto. This would be the form he kept after he lost his memories, they wiped them all out, and his god? Equilibria was gazing down from their domain, amused, laughing.The scientists somehow figured out how to use his powers against him, he had no idea how they were controlling that which came from his body, his form.
One night he was tied down as he clawed at his own face, eyes glowing bright. Lighting like patterns raced down his arms as he gripped his head, he wanted to forget this pain, this torture. He wanted them to stop, they never listened, he couldn’t hurt them.
This was his only way, maybe decisions would get these people and his god to finally show mercy on him, finally allow him what he was promised all those many years ago.
He was a disoriented mess, clearly out of it. Injected full with drugs, he had no idea where he was, what these people were, what they were doing. He hurt, all over.He wanted to go home, but what was home?
Had he ever had a home?
Those were the thoughts that surrounded his mind before he was finally knocked out indefinitely. Weeks, maybe months later he woke up, heading right down to catch a mouthful of dirt.