PSG: BOLERO Picture

I never thought I'd psg fc again for a while but
I wanted to give Bolero a major overhaul for....reasons.

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♦Name: Bolero Abbadon

♦Gender: Nonbinary (Uses He/Him pronouns, but if you try to call him a guy you'll get a long lecture about how he's an incomprehensible void, probably)
♦Age: 23
♦Fallen Sin: Lust
♦Rank: Fallen
♦Weapon: Houndstooth, a staff with ranged-shot capacity
♦Personality:
He's generally very stoic; Bolero likes speaking in the sort of ominous surrealist-speak befitting a prophet, though he's not really any sort of oracle. Otherwise, he's not one for speaking, and prefers giving people very unnerving stares. Despite this intimidating exterior, he's actually very forgiving and tolerant; he often acts as his brother's moral compass because he's so slow to be judgemental.
Around his brother, a slightly softer personality comes out; he tends to be more vocal and generally more willing to accept affection. He's fiercely loyal to those he's close to, but for the most part he's closest to only his brother.
He constantly beats himself up for his own personal sins, and refuses to utter a word of why he deems himself unworthy for heaven, but constantly believes himself to be pretty much the same sort of scum Lucifer is.

♦Bio:

Bolero grew up in a particularly quiet, rich sort of family; the parents traveled, leaving him and his brother mostly to their own devices with the grandparents; though they never did see each other very much even then. Windbreaker would fall the first time, and Bolero would chase after, as a foolish tween would, to try and help his brother out. Somehow, though, the parents managed to seek out Bolero, drag him back to heaven, and sent him off to a boarding school lest he become corrupted by his brother's influences.
He'd meet with the family briefly on Holidays and breaks, though he'd never really see his brother again.

After getting out of school, he'd meet with a lovely youth around his age, with an equally lovely voice--they fell for each other and grew intimate. They were ready to introduce each other to their parents, to integrate into each other's lives and maybe...maybe...

Bolero would go to a family meeting for the first time in years, and run into the same youth. They were...confused. Did the parents already know? How...welcoming. Their confusion soon would turn to dread, as it seemed all threads pointed to them being the twins they hadn't seen since they were on the surface of Daten. Neither knew; Bolero was short as a child and grew out and got a bit of bulk, dyed his hair and his eyes turned to a deep pool of a black color and his voice grew deep; and his brother hadn't been this thin or this green-haired as he'd last seen him.

He'd later fall, though when is a mystery, he doesn't like talking about the circumstances that brought him to Daten in the first place, and remains incredibly tight-lipped. If asked about it, all he does is start rambling about mythological constructs regarding soul mates, or something equally puzzling. Nobody's managed to connect the dots, much to his thankfulness, or they're simply too intimidated to probe further.

As of late he's been particularly distant from his twin, both physically and a bit in terms of plain old contact, though he doesn't really like saying why, and his brother doesn't probe either. And while he defeats ghosts like any other angel on the surface would do, he doesn't seem to have a drive to get back to heaven and has seemed to comfortably integrate into surface life. Possibly due to this, he refuses to stay anywhere near religious hubs where fallen angels generally board.

♦Extra:

-dog otherkin/furry, fursona is a pomeranian (prefers being called a dog rather than a person/angel, though prefers being called an angel over being lumped in with people). He tends to behave in doglike manners if he's letting himself go; sticking his tongue out, whining, barking, etc; much to his embarrassment.
-absolutely refuses to let people touch his hair; because of this it's grown long; and because he's not a hairstylist it has wild, haphazard cuts in it.
-the amount of black on his henshin and in his wings definitely gains him an odd look or two from others that see him transform; it's usually a color reserved for demons. He's all angel, however, and doesn't really seem to mind it that much.
-staff can be used for hand-to-hand combat but its ranged ability comes from firing the halos as energy shots; sadly he's only got two with every summon and as a result is usually the one between him and Windbreaker to fire finishing shots. Houndstooth's design alters as it becomes combined with other jackets or with Henshin Overdrive; gaining more prongs and altered shooting characteristics.
-lives in an apartment in Daten separate from his brother and most angels; he has his means of figuring out where ghosts are, and he's generally a responsible type, anyway.
-He gains the money for the apartment and living space through a small dog-walking business; well. small's likely a bad word considering how visible Angels are in Daten; that being said he doesn't try to make a big deal about his business and tends to be really modest about it. He just wants to help people take care of their dogs and keep afloat without using any of the religious buildings. The notoriety he has definitely help give him comfortable living conditions, however.
-For shits and giggles, Henshin theme audio aesthetic: HIBIKASE--Giga-P and Reol

PC: ligeiasPining


Previous design, for reference's sake:DCM

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