Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2020 9:31:28 GMT -6
Name: Moxxie
Nickname: Mox, honey
Canon or OC: Canon
Sexuality: Bisexual (polyamorous)
Rank: Hellborn
Demon/Angel Type: Imp
Year of Death: N/A
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Appearance: Moxxie is a demon who has red skin with white freckles on his cheeks. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with what seems to be no irises and only slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky, white-furred digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hooves reminiscent of artiodactylids. Moxxie’s outfit consists of a black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves.
Likes: Cooking, spending time with his wife, playing guitar, singing, musical theater
Dislikes: Loona, being insulted, seeing his wife hurt, frozen food, Blitzo's constant invasion of his privacy
Friends/Relatives: Millie (wife)
Personality: Moxxie is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy. He is the I.M.P’s weapon specialist and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons. He is often the most vocal of the employees regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie has a problem with unnecessarily killing beyond their targets and appears distraught when he believes he almost killed an innocent child. He loves his wife’s sadistic tendencies and brutality. He is also prone to panic attacks when he gets stressed out.
Moxxie is also a romantic as he enjoys taking his wife out on dates. He's a good cook as well, preferring fresh ingredients and home cooking rather than frozen or otherwise packaged meals. Despite his strained relationship with Blitzo, he does have a secret crush on him that only Millie actually knows about and occasionally brings him food. Moxxie is firmly of the opinion that it doesn't cost anything to be a decent person and doesn't go out of his way to be cruel to anyone, leading him to be bad at insulting others.
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RP Alias: Shy
Preferred Pronouns: She/her, they/them
Sample RP: Moxxie paced back and forth anxiously. He’d tried to call a few times before but to no avail, and it was making him worried. He hadn’t seen his boyfriend in a good few days and being the stressed-out one of the group had done him absolutely no favors. What if he'd had been hurt? What if he had lost his phone? Or worse, what if he had been kidnapped and was currently being tortured? Ever since the incident with Blitzo, Moxxie knew better than to rule anything out.
The imp ran his fingers through his hair before glancing down at his phone. He’d tried calling nine times over the past few days and had sent plenty of texts, but maybe the tenth call would be the charm? On the other hand, he didn’t want to come across as annoying or needy… His thumb hovered over the call button and before he could lose his nerve, he finally pressed it. “Come on, pick up…” he murmured, more to himself than to the demon he was attempting to reach. If his boyfriend didn’t pick up this time, he would go to the hotel himself and consequences be damned.
Nickname: Mox, honey
Canon or OC: Canon
Sexuality: Bisexual (polyamorous)
Rank: Hellborn
Demon/Angel Type: Imp
Year of Death: N/A
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Appearance: Moxxie is a demon who has red skin with white freckles on his cheeks. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with what seems to be no irises and only slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky, white-furred digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hooves reminiscent of artiodactylids. Moxxie’s outfit consists of a black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves.
Likes: Cooking, spending time with his wife, playing guitar, singing, musical theater
Dislikes: Loona, being insulted, seeing his wife hurt, frozen food, Blitzo's constant invasion of his privacy
Friends/Relatives: Millie (wife)
Personality: Moxxie is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy. He is the I.M.P’s weapon specialist and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons. He is often the most vocal of the employees regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie has a problem with unnecessarily killing beyond their targets and appears distraught when he believes he almost killed an innocent child. He loves his wife’s sadistic tendencies and brutality. He is also prone to panic attacks when he gets stressed out.
Moxxie is also a romantic as he enjoys taking his wife out on dates. He's a good cook as well, preferring fresh ingredients and home cooking rather than frozen or otherwise packaged meals. Despite his strained relationship with Blitzo, he does have a secret crush on him that only Millie actually knows about and occasionally brings him food. Moxxie is firmly of the opinion that it doesn't cost anything to be a decent person and doesn't go out of his way to be cruel to anyone, leading him to be bad at insulting others.
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RP Alias: Shy
Preferred Pronouns: She/her, they/them
Sample RP: Moxxie paced back and forth anxiously. He’d tried to call a few times before but to no avail, and it was making him worried. He hadn’t seen his boyfriend in a good few days and being the stressed-out one of the group had done him absolutely no favors. What if he'd had been hurt? What if he had lost his phone? Or worse, what if he had been kidnapped and was currently being tortured? Ever since the incident with Blitzo, Moxxie knew better than to rule anything out.
The imp ran his fingers through his hair before glancing down at his phone. He’d tried calling nine times over the past few days and had sent plenty of texts, but maybe the tenth call would be the charm? On the other hand, he didn’t want to come across as annoying or needy… His thumb hovered over the call button and before he could lose his nerve, he finally pressed it. “Come on, pick up…” he murmured, more to himself than to the demon he was attempting to reach. If his boyfriend didn’t pick up this time, he would go to the hotel himself and consequences be damned.