Alastair_Nacht

The man was simple in appearance, his robe was pure white, offset by the dark gray cassock that hung about his shoulders and down to his ankles. The only things that would really catch attention would be the cross about his neck..and the clove cigarette held in his lips. Long obsidian hair highlighted with silver held back into a loose ponytail, his long bangs always falling into his eyes. Often called the "Ascended Asshole" amongst the other angels, it was a well gained title as his sense of humor certainly conflicted his good heart. Ascend with me.



He wasn't always this way, he remembers his past life with horrible, vivid detail. He once had flowing ebony hair streaked with red, a smart ass attitude and a clergy..

Wait.. a clergy?

That's right, he was a priest, a strange priest but a priest none the less. Many came to listen to his sermons which weren't quite the usual in formalities. It made him and God seem much more like the people he preached to, and in such the people returned each Sunday.

However, rumors spread of his strange way of devotion and preaching as well as his charming looks that made the ladies in the choir swoon. Soon enough the rumors touched the ears of a Prince to the north, known for his cruelty and obsession with unique and beautiful things.

It wasn't much longer for the Prince to come seeking him out, offering the strange Priest to become his prized possession and new found slave. If not..The Prince vowed he would destroy the village and all within it.

It was declined, and thus started into motion what would have become a bloody massacre of innocents.

Luckily the Priest knew the Prince's weakness, the fear of "Suicides", and so when the Prince made the threat of killing the innocents of the town and clergy, he made his choice.

Black rosary in one hand, Dagger in the other, the Priest walked mere feet away from the front line of the Prince and his Army.
With his clergy watching behind him and the eyes of the waiting Prince and his Army before him...

He slit his own throat.

The Prince let out a horrified scream and ordered his men to retreat, taking off as fast as his steed could carry him back towards his homelands. The dying Priest watched with his last few moments as the threat was ended, muttered one last prayer for his village and followers... and died.


Unbeknownst to him, God had been watching and knew what was going to happen, his heart mourning for the Priest as he looked down from the heavens at the gathering around him. So with an open heart and arms, God turned the Priest's body into light and called him home right before his followers eyes.

When the Priest awoke he found himself in the most beautiful Autumn landscape he had ever seen, the wind crisp and cool and the area littered with brightly colored leaves. There was a voice and at first he couldn't hear it too well.. but soon it's words were clear.

Take heed my newest Star, I have crafted you a new destiny. Go and help this world I have created, Study it and nurture it as I have since it's birth.

And with that the voice was gone. As he would later find out from other Angels and the like over the years, He had been crafted into a Seraphim of sorts. One for each type of Love there was to behold. The type of Love he was to represent being "Pure Love", The same type of love found in Parent's to their children, Husbands and Wives to each other. Ironically a love he himself had not ever felt.

With his new life came new things, he could never return to his previous home or friends. After taking some time to get personal things sorted out, he realized he hadn't been given a name. Thinking back to the Voice's words, he finally thought of one... Alastair Nacht.


So for now he wanders, carrying out the mission he had been charged with by God, studying, experiencing and wondering as well as teaching those around him. Which is now why he is here in the Park, so many fascinating people and events, Where better to study?

However, with new life comes new problems. Sometimes the voice speaks to him and sounds different. It tells him to do different things... Is God playing with him? testing him? Or is it the voice of someone less revered?

Why does he feel different urges than before? Perhaps he's crossed the line of lighthearted asshole to something more...sinister?

Everyone can change after all...

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OOC:

Cock Vore, Anal Vore, Living through Passage, Unbirthing and Soul Vore are all very fascinating to me and I would love roleplaying them, However please understand though that I put a lot of work into my character so Death or Permanent alterations are out of the question.

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IMPORTANT!! If you read nothing else read this!
I am getting very tired of my role play partners suddenly disappearing on me. If your internet dies or something comes up that's fine, but if the role play isn't going as you'd like, or if you have a problem with it or me Tell Me. Don't just leave. It's rude and I'll admit a bit disheartening after awhile. I won't do it to you, so please show the same courtesy.

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The sliders below are not set in stone, I am very flexible so feel free to ask about everything save for the scat and watersports. Sorry ladies and Gents, It's just not my scene.

Please note the "Experienced" slider is maxed out, I'm a veteran role player and as such my posts can get lengthy. At the same time however, I am not always full of 'piss and vinegar' as my grandfather would say, so my posts may drop to 5 to 8 lines. If you have a problem with my post lengths or style, feel free to talk to me about it and I'll work on it to the best of my ability.

I'm not here for just Vore nor am I just here for sex. I enjoy role playing just for the hell of it so please don't feel pressured for anything.