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Here's my version of Yomiel and Raziel!

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: There are mentions of mental illness, coitus, and addiction.

Yomajuzhiel Galesoturvik is the main Äylcephomus medical officer of Eylvhraszokjumni, the minister of Mewhatron’s seat in the divine council, and the hierophant of the priestly covenant of Äylcephinozur. He has oppositional defiant disorder (ODD), feeling mad at the world due to viewing himself as being misunderstood, hemmed in, and pushed around. He acts uncooperative, hostile, argumentative, hurtful, and revengeful towards people he views as a threat to his state of being. He blames others for misbehaviour, throws frequent temper tantrums, always questions rules, and has an irritable mood. However, he shows genuine respect and obedience to his parents, Mewhatron and her family, and members of the divine council and priestly covenant. He’s extremely serious about his heavenly duties and is willing to protect his brethren, hard-workers, and seekers of enlightenment from physical, mental, and spiritual harm. Even though he’s enigmatic and secretive, he’ll only reveal celestial and earthly mysteries when prompted to or he likes the person he’s interacting with. He’s a wise and magnanimous individual that takes pride in his inherent knowledge and shows no fear in expressing his unbridled emotions and opinions. Whenever he isn’t putting up his usual happy-go-lucky, approachable, honest, and tender stoic facade, he comes off as an aloof, unfriendly, and deceptive hedonist. He has a fiery temper directed at sinners, authority figures, and people who question his priestly and medical decisions. Yomajuzhiel is a womaniser with compulsive sexual behaviour disorder that he desperately tries to hide, but occasionally expresses it through voyeurism and stalking women.

He’s approximately 6’ 10” (208.28 cm) with a mesomorph body, trapezoidal figure, sloping shoulders, semi-rigid muscles, and a somewhat swollen belly. He has pallid skin with glaucous freckles on his face, shoulders, and hands with silvery purple stretch marks on his belly and legs. He has sixteen fiery wings that are fairly large and stunning blue-green eyes with flashing red-orange pupils. He’s the only one in his family to have his two central incisors on his upper and lower jaws to be vaguely beak-shaped. Similar to Yomajuzhiel’s father, faint golden veins protrude from his neck, biceps, triceps, calves, and back. His hair is a pink blonde with dyed streaks of red-violet, which he styled into a full volume, low fade pompadour with delicate waves. He possesses two tattoos: a lamb standing before opened bronze gates near his left lumbar region and a winged skull on top of a pile of burning golden wheat on his right outer thigh.

Yomajuzhiel wears elbow-length gloves of smalt blue latex partially drenched in dried golden and crimson blood, a porcelain white beak mask with tradewind-tinted glasses, and orichalcum neck rings. He proudly displays a necklace of three skeleton keys–a blinding gold key, a rusty brass key, and a dull silver key–as it was a gift from Mewhatron. He dons a sleeved chiton of mulberry wood linen, a stole made from the skin of an ice dragon, and a headscarf made from a leopard pelt. He has a copper rose chasuble with bronze cloud-like patterning, lavender moonvines, Kaufmanniana tulips, yellow hyacinths, and metallic blue foliage. There is a sash of Prussian blue cloth around his waist with a light scattering of silvery dewdrops, which is tied into an awkward bow. His head is adorned with a gold-and-black papal tiara adorned with blue alexandrite, emeralds, larvikite, morganites, and pale violet and sea-green topazes. Lastly, he often wears a monastic cowl of pearlescent rose velvet with white ermine fringes and black sheepskin lining. He carries around a tyrolean tobacco pipe with a serpentine stone bowl and the first grimoire he created that contains all types of magic, including alchemy. Yomajuzhiel’s grimoire is made from golden bones, spider silk, and bleeding oak leaf pages with a cover of crudely stitched angel faces coated in rainbow energy.

It’s unknown what his true form looks like exactly, but it has been described as having a body of brilliant bronze. He has twenty-five wings of immaculate, pearlescent white, and is clothed in a dragging robe of metallic purple. His back is covered in prickly black roses, his voice is accompanied by the sounds of cawing crows, and his eyes glimmer like reflective water. He has twelve orbs floating behind his head with each one being made from the following precious stones: sardius, carnelian, topaz, chalcedony, jasper, emerald, beryl, amethyst, hyacinth, chrysoprase, quartz, and sapphire.

He can manipulate daytime, lust, pride, anger, disobedience, divine retribution, dreams, esoteric wisdom, mystical knowledge, spiritual revelations, and psionic energy, and utilise all types of magic and astral projection. He’s a master of deception, sexual intercourse, medicine, meteorology, theology, and the study of circadian rhythm with killing instincts. He possesses all of the knowledge that Eylvhraszokjumni houses and every single mystery associated with heaven, earth, and divinity. Yomajuzhiel can summon living monstrosities that are tasked to uphold the multiverse, and has a sixth sense that can warn him of impending threats and the presence of malicious entities. He has become enlightened through learning about profound spiritual truths and secrets as well as gaining insight in how the multiverse functions. He possesses a continuously increasing intellect, and can remove spiritual blocks, unlock intuitive gifts, and implant paranormal psyches in randomly selected mortals.

FAMILY:

Unnamed half-watcher half-seraph great-grandmother

Unnamed watcher great-grandmother

Unnamed grandfather

Unnamed princedom great-grandmother

Unnamed power great-grandfather

Unnamed half-princedom half-power grandmother

Unnamed ophanim grandfather

Unnamed earthly angel grandmother

Joluszeniah (father)

Kasvedolun Zuraphomiel (mother)

Zorsjahlen (younger half-sister)

Aremophivus Brejzuktophina (younger sister)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Yomiel

Raziel

Gallistur

Keeper of Secrets

Angel of the Unspoken Day

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s heterosexual

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Yomajuzhiel means “day of god” and Galesoturvik means “revealer of the rock”.

He’s the avatar of a trickster psionic goddess, Hekanotius, and Ymabjelphorvius.

He’s 25% ophanim, 25% earthly angel, 18.75% watcher, 12.5% power, 12.5% princedom, and 6.25% seraph.

He speaks in a musical tone of several angels talking in unison, but communicates with slow precision and measured cautiousness.

In honour of Hekanotius, he owns a polecat, a black shuck, and a toad as pets to keep him company during times of leisure and stress.

He has a massive crush on Mewhatron, but is absolutely terrified to verbally admit his feelings for her because he fears that she would reject him. So, in order to satisfy these feelings, he secretly stalks her and masturbates to the sexual fantasies that involve her.

He’s in possession of the instructions on how to construct an ark that will house the last remnants of life, which is inscribed in seven sapphire plates.

He frequently talks to Admenozithus, mortal scribes, and those who attend the Garden of Eylvhraszokjumni.

He has a habit of flirting with the high priestesses

He’s addicted to eystriphozadul and zubhjotexafin

He has a massive sweet tooth

☆Rahulamata aka Buddha's wife and Rahula's mother.♡

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WARNING: I go into detail about how one of the ascended deities died.

Khobzarclexius T’Golczuskebarvi, born as Woskejurda, is an ascended hunting, harvest, and plague deity with a stoic, yet strangely optimistic outlook on life. They’re a headstrong, sly leader with a stunning ability of withstanding adversity and bouncing back from challenging life events. However, they have a tendency to use people in order to get what they desire and boost their ego. They prefer to approach most situations with an air of excitement and energy, making sure that they don’t do them halfheartedly. Their lively attitude has a touch of playfulness, which feeds into their outspoken assertiveness. They take a bit of sadistic joy in hunting down animals and sometimes people, and they thrive on competition and persistence, caring less about winning or losing. They have a sense of urgency and pay very close attention to details, making them noticeably observant, thorough, and productive. Khobzarclexius is undeniably patient and possesses fantastic listening skills, allowing them to refrain from poor judgement and respond respectfully. They’re not overtly violent, but they do have an aggressive and tenacious urge for domination without consideration for others. As a neurotic, they experience moments of self-doubt and are easily irritated over certain minor issues such as belongings being touched without permission. They only show signs of anxiety if things go terribly wrong, and they have a diligent sense of conscientiousness. When they’re abnormally quiet and serious, it most likely means that they’re ready to act on ruthless impulse or they have noticed that something isn’t going well. They often appear to be emotionless and unresponsive at first, but they begin to steadily reveal their true colours.

They’re approximately 6’ 11” (210.82 cm) with a triangular ectomorph body that has broad shoulders, a slight chiselled musculature, a partially swollen belly, and prominent thighs. They have dull silver skin with brownish-black freckles on their neck and hands, and somewhat noticeable roughness. They have a somewhat masculine chest with stitches of bloody thread and fingernails that have a slightly sharp edge. Khobzarclexius’ strangely lifeless eyes are a sunburst shamrock-thistle green with the left one showing signs of amblyopia (lazy eye). They also have a short messy hairstyle with a long fringe and it’s a glimmering purplish-black. The left side of their face is covered in an unsightly rodeo dust birthmark and near the right corner of their upper lip is brutally chipped. They often wear an ivory mask of wild willow with a long nose, two peregrine falcon eyes, a snarling mouth with yellowed canine teeth, and five golden whisker marks on each cheek. Their forearms and calves are wrapped in dirty gauze, and they don a tattered pale oyster loincloth and a roof terracotta linen tunic. They also wear an oversized hooded jacket of caribou fur with medium sleeves and a pair of mid-calf coyote fur boots. Their handcrafted pants mimic the natural hues of an European bee-eater with a circular patch of white in the crotch area. This white patch is partially surrounded by a black outline, which separates it from the brownish-gold. Slightly below their mid-thighs, there is a gradient of tussock, hippie blue, parsley green, and sunflower yellow. Khobzarclexius always has a mountaineer’s axe with heart-shaped holes and a bronze-reinforced shaft, a reddish goatskin quiver full of arrows, a bow, a blowgun with poison-tipped darts, a machete, and a scythe. They also have a traveller’s backpack that carries around a few souvenirs, camping equipment, animal pelts and bones, bear traps, fishing nets, and poison bottles. They’re in possession of a cursed goatskin hoplite aegis with fringed serpents that belonged to Ziesowa. It can generate thunderstorms and shoot out lightning bolts, and is immune to all types of damage.

In Khobzarclexius’ deity form, they’re a 13-14 ft (396.24-426.72 cm) wolf-like creature with shaggy black, green zircon, and red garnet fur, and bulging saffron gold veins. They have pharyngeal jaws, vermilion claws, two serpentine tongues, a reddish-black scorpion tail, a pair of albino lynx ears, the horns of a klipspringer, and the neck decoration of a great crested grebe. They have a haunting face with bloodshot eyes of the most bleak and darkest emerald, a skeletal nose, and a large smiling mouth full of crooked, razor-sharp teeth. Once the mouth is opened freakishly wide, the upper half of a humanoid made from toxic gases of green and purple emerges with a wicked grin of hook-like teeth and five pointed tongues. Their body is decorated with a light scattering of blue-white and orange stars, and they have uncomfortably slender sea purple claws. They’re wearing a full suit of battle-worn, brigandine armour and it seems to be infused with the magical essence of angelic spirits. They wear a padded leather jacket in velvet and it’s decorated with elaborate gold lace, chambray blue silk, and highland green satin. On the breast area, Khobzarclexius wears two large round mirrors of polished gilt-brass and it protects them from cold steel, arrows, and the evil eye.

They’re able to manipulate hunting, fishing, traps, fruits, vegetables, grain, soil, cornucopia, harvest, autumn, temperature, weather, environmental diseases, pestilence, and pathogens. Khobzarclexius possesses predatory instincts, which makes them a master of predation, plunder, supremacy, manipulation, pursuit, and capture. This allows them to instantly discern all factors of any situation, being able to manipulate them so it's the most optimal and favourable for them. They have nearly supreme accuracy, tracking, weapon proficiency, stealth, strength, endurance, senses, regeneration, lung capacity, and metabolism. As a tactical genius, they have a flawless sense of foresight, create plans that guarantee victory, and make consistently wise and optimal decisions. When angered, they can generate devastating earthquakes and tidal waves, and induce famine, necrosis, and rot that’s difficult to stop without their interference. They’re an unquestionable master of agriculture, biochemistry, virology, operating boats, and animal trapping. They can clearly understand every language and easily disintegrate the DNA of a living organism. Their immune, digestive, and other organ systems have significantly evolved far beyond that of a normal mortal. As a result of this, they’re completely immune to all known and unknown diseases brought on by bacteria, viruses, and parasites. They can change between their two godly manifestations, communicate with microbes, and surround themself with an aura of corrosive acid and poisonous miasma. They use leylines, bear traps, fishing nets, venom, fertile soil, lakes, and those dying of sickness as a form of teleportation across the multiverse. Khobzarclexius’ blood, saliva, and urine are highly toxic, and they possess absolute knowledge on magic, methods of survival, the environment, and societal growth.

FAMILY:

Älkechirnobus Vlewjaktzobius Z’Gloktjebhuxisa (ancestor)

Hekanotius Trivazolenus (ancestor)

Iajorszhun Bisjafrone (ancestor)

Unnamed ancestor

Two brothers

Unnamed sister

Æbrithomus Teracholdius (descendent)

Penamozkithus (descendent)

Hrasvelgzon (descendent)

Kethanomius (descendent)

Zaghetrokius Hrimagoltzen Rimebzolah (descendent)

Gulvakombe (descendent)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

The Beastly Miasma

Scavenger of Wild Greenwood

One of my greatest ancestors (by Zaghetrokius)

Woske (by most people)

T’Golczuske (by most people)

Zuskeboravi (by some people)

Zarclexonius (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

They’re gynesexual and non-binary

They used to be a full-time hunter, harvester, and scholar of magic, poisons, and diseases.

They rarely sell their animal pelts and bones, bundles of wheat and corn, and fish they caught.

They often spend most of their time globe-trotting

It's unknown how they actually achieved ascension, which makes things more difficult because they aren't willing to talk about it. The only thing that they bother to mention is that they entered a massive energy field, which was generated by a broken leyline.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of their name have special meanings: Khobzarclexius means “locust underneath suffocating brimstone or millennium of the awakened hypocrite” and T’Golczuskebarvi means “catapult who metaphysically tramples upon agony, tetrahedron with hands of fiery mud or vicarious lamb”. In regards to their birth name, Woskejurda means “cunning weasel, shrew and valiant or resourceful like a fox”.

Their sacred animals are the cicada, albatross, angelfish, manatee, pegasus, jaculus, muscaliet, leucrota, and myrmecoleon.

Their sacred plants are the anemone, rosemary, asphodel, lemon balm, quaking aspen, prairie gentian, and star of Bethlehem.

They hate it when unfamiliar or recently acquainted people try to pry into their life as they strongly believe that it’s no one's business.

Xurktjeszona P’Kalchrijoztendus, born as Äynkleromius, is an ascended art, festivity, pain, and compassion god with a palpable sense of meekness. As a result, he has a willingness to accept and submit without unreasonable resistance to the will and desire of others. He doesn’t possess a dose of haughtiness as he strongly believes that he isn’t better than other individuals, keeping quiet about his accomplishments. He’s able to sense the emotions of people, coupled with the ability to imagine their personal suffering. He often remains firm in adherence to his promises and relationships, never threatening to leave when things become difficult. He’s a very studious and contemplative individual who explores the emotional side of his life through artistic expression and masochism. He finds sexual gratification and a sense of joyous intrigue in regards to inflicting pain, wallowing in misery, and humiliating himself. Xurktjeszona rarely experiences sadism, and he has an uncanny ability to be the life of the party with his fun-loving attitude and agreeableness. He has a deep appreciation for beauty and truth, and a tendency to experience sudden bouts of depression and insecurity. He has a natural inclination to relieve the emotional, mental, and physical anguish of others. He can acquire knowledge without recourse to conscious reasoning and needing an explanation. He’s immensely creative and internally motivated to seek new knowledge, solve problems, and engage in numerous art forms. He can be arrogant and self-aggrandising with grand ambitions and a tight embrace of human possibility.

His rectangular mesomorph body has somewhat sloping shoulders, a partially chiselled musculature, and gentle creamy white skin. He’s a 5’ 7” (170.18 cm) man that has striking chartreuse eyes with flecks of amber and shoulder-length red blonde hair of partial waves. He has seven brown moles: one on the left side of his nose; one on underside of his jaw; two on his right deltoid; one in the middle of his right forearm; one slightly below his waist; and one on his left ankle. He wears a pickled bluewood tailcoat, a pearlescent white lace cravat, a flirt waistcoat that has a Chilean fire sheen, and malta trousers with livid brown and old gold stripes. Xurktjeszona dons a finely embroidered cloak of shimmering regal blue with golden constellation patterning and a pompadour outline. He also wears a pair of glossy chestnut dress shoes, a regal blue scholar’s cap, a sunglow collar shirt, and a golden lapel chain with a double-flowered African violet. He’s often carrying around a cobalt blue pocket watch that depicts a single bleeding heart in the front, handcrafted and leather-bound books, and a wooden walking cane with a golden locust handle.

After his ascension, he underwent very noticeable changes in both his physical appearance and attire. He’s now 8’ 11” (271.78 cm) with elvish ears, original facial moles, violet eyes, and wavy strawberry blonde hair that’s slightly below the middle of his upper back. His hair has a lovely lustre of regal blue, pompadour, and Chilean fire, and his eyes turn a near purplish-black when the sun reflects it. He seems to be of slight malnourishment with four strangely muscular arms, retractable claws that are deadly sharp, and the lower half of a white Siberian tiger. Xurktjeszona’s smooth skin possesses glistening pallor and it’s only covering his head and back, which both have a couple of brownish solar lentigines. He has lavender flesh with bulging, yet faint jade green and sky blue veins that carry around his physically and mentally soothing ichor. He dons a canvas cloth of glittery periglacial blue below his waist, which is held in place by a coral tree rope girdle of greenish bells and Epiphyllum oxypetalum. He has gilt-brass neck rings, dangle earrings of blue feldspar and amethyst, and a ruby piercing below the lower lip. He’s seen carrying a silver stockwhip, a chalice full of rejuvenating wine, a diseased parandrus head, and a writing plume.

He’s about 21 ft (640.08 cm) and he has an ectomorphic body type with six partially muscular arms, elongated legs, and thighs that carry some of his weight. His rough skin is a vibrant cardinal with flame pea and confetti yellow freckles on his face, neck, chest, and hands. Xurktjeszona’s head is covered in a circular formation of male golden pheasant wings and his face is hidden by a theatrical mask made from bone-white and black lacquered wood. His mask has two bronze water buffalo horns, four soulless eyes, and a leering mouth full of carnivorous teeth. His lower half is that of a hippogryph with the front half of an African fish eagle and the hind half of a sturdy rich golden chestnut Haflinger horse with a flaxen tail. He has four wings of a visually stunning gradient, which consists of Shakespeare blue, cranberry, and chenin. He has an oblong hole in the middle of his chest and he has four fingers on each hand with black razor-sharp claws. He has three gills underneath each side of his ribcage and nine spikes on each shoulder. He’s wearing an eggplant cloak with grey fox fur lining and a polished, battle-worn iron breastplate. On his breastplate, it depicts a three-headed labradorite dragon with pure gold eyes and one of the heads is breathing amethyst fire. Xurktjeszona carries a canvas kite shield covered in gouache paint of alizarin crimson, Bengal rose, cobalt turquoise light, gold ochre, ivory black, Cyprus green, quinacridone magenta, perylene violet, and sky blue. He also possesses a wreath of grapes and golden leaves, a dead cerulean warbler, and a shestopyor.

He’s able to manipulate art, graphical perspectives, literary, music, poetic rhythm, celebration, alcohol, fun, empathic and benefic forces, pain, compassion, charity, happiness, hope, and humility. He has creativity, strength, stamina, endurance, metabolism, competence, senses, balance, efficiency, and invulnerability that is nearly supreme. He possesses extraordinary information processing capabilities, enabling rapid analysis and lightning-fast conclusions. He knows the answer to any question and problem that he personally experiences, and he’s a master of reading, storytelling, handling musical instruments, and visual art. He has great proficiency and skills in the art of handwriting, and he can write unbelievably fast and with great detail. He can telepathically communicate to others through dreams and speak, understand, and write all languages. Xurktjeszona is omnipresent, and can induce happiness, epiphanies, blessings, laughter, love, positivity, sadness, and torment. He’s empowered by chanting, goodness, and artistic expression, improving his emotional state and overall physical condition. He can sense the presence of pain, pleasure, and melancholy near his vicinity, and augment problem-solving and artistic creativity in others. He’s fully capable of absorbing emotional, mental, and physical suffering, alcohol poisoning, loneliness, dissatisfaction, a lack of motivation, knowledge, and memories. His tears, blood, sweet, semen, and positive emotions possess incredible healing properties, and he can utilise a small amount of exchanged souls from crossroad deals to access his second form. He’s able to make allies and friends with anyone regardless of who they are due to his charismatic love of fun and art.

FAMILY:

Unknown

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Steward’s Delicacy

The Hurl Across

Wailing Yell of Perdition

Scholar of Mirrored Artistry

He Who Quietly Awaits Near The Crossroads

Äynkle (by most people)

Xurktje (by some people)

P’Kalchrijo (by a few people)

Crejaztondius (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s polyaromous sapiosexual

He has synesthesia

He used to be a Latin-speaking scholar of literature and the history of all known art forms.

He has a deep interest in poetry, scripting, painting, surrealism, impressionism, clay and marble sculpting, and classical music.

He made a deal with a fallen angel named Mustezhonija at a dusty crossroads for artistic prosperity and spoiled fame in exchange for his soul. Unlike most people, he didn’t abuse the fruition of his deal, going out of his way to use what was given to him for a good-hearted purpose. Near the due date of giving up his soul to Mustezhonija, a jealous crowd would brutally murder him as a result of a false accusation of hebephilia and ritualistic killings. They would put each body part and internal organ of his on their separate pikes, which encircled his former home.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Xurktjeszona means “sophistication of a mountain-gnawer or opalescent hellhound” and P’Kalchrijoztendus means “purified radiance inside the lake’s edge, necromancer amidst his unspeakable dream or whispering the abyssal pilgrimage”. In regards to his birth name, Äynkleromius means “up-lord”.

His sacred animals are the lilac-breasted roller, cerulean warbler, sugar glider, locust, parandrus, gudgeon, and puffin.

His sacred plants are the bleeding heart, African violet, Epiphyllum oxypetalum, hollyhock, elderflower, Calathea, and bamboo.

He absolutely despises obnoxious sounds and yelling as it distracts him from his daydreaming and positive state of mind.