these are my sins

I want to trade them in for some truth

&Name. Daxiom
&Alias. Dax, Ax, Axiom
&Gender. Male
&Physical Age. 22
&Language. English

&Eyes. Right-Green/Left-Icy blue
&Hair. Pink
&Body. Lean, capable
&Markings. Wing tattoos on back & curling, arrow-tipped, vine-like design running down shoulders and arms
&Wings. Purest white, feathered
&Wingspan. 6 ft, tip to tip

&Occupation. Guardian angel
&Family. I can't remember anymore
&Love. -grin- You're asking me?

&&Personality.
Friendly. Selfless. Assertive. Open. Affectionate. Tempermental . Protective.

Wings & Halos

Angels don't simply just, begin existing. They haven't always been either. They're not ghosts or mirrors of something higher, nor perfect, infallible creatures of purity and love. They're simply, mortal souls trying to repay a heavy debt for a lifetime of sin. These wings are our chains, these powers our tools, loaned to us in order to labor. The goal of an angel, at least for a vast field of them, is to dismiss our debts through persistent work in order to pass on. We're assigned mortals toiling with the same troubles we had on earth, and lead them away from the wrong path just as no one did for us. The similarities between our humans and us can sometimes be frightening, but it's not coincidence. I've been in the business for a very long time, and countless humans have been saved from the same fate as me because of it. Even after all that, I've lightened my load inconsiderably and a massive debt still lies before me. I feel like my lifetime on earth was a brief moment in the span of my existence. It's so far behind me and yet the sins that brought me to this fate are as vivid in my head as they were the moment I committed them. It's part of this curse. But I don't mind.

Truths

+ Dax's wings are able to transform into the tattoo on his back order for him to walk around the city without stopping traffic.
+ He often turns his ring when he drifts into thought, a present given to him my the person he loved in life.
+ He's got a strong attachment with his assigned human and not against making a scene or starting a fight if he feels there in the least bit threatened.
+ Dax killed himself when he was still a human
+ He's easily flustered if you know what buttons to push
+ It's difficult for him to resist obeying his human's command

cat walk adopts

Rules
1. No extra limbs, wings, or clothing for now. :0
2. Mail me with your lupe's name as the subject and include the following form:

Name:
Reference picture:
Eye color:
-disallowed_word- sad, happy, angry):
Symbol/Picture in speech bubble:
Any other important details you want to include:
Trade or request:

3. Um...Be nice! If I'm taking too long, don't neomail me to rush (doubt that's going to happen anyways XD)& if I make a mistake on your lupes design, just tell me
4. They're transparant so yay. 8D

Waiting List:
Sepio (brit. flag/angry)
Zafaiir (wh. feather/happy)

Lyrics

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, No expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrows
No tomorrow, No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
These dreams in which i'm dying, Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World, Mad World

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
Look right through me, Look right through me

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which i'm dying, Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad World, Mad World

Enlargen your world

Mad World

In the flesh

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