Tod

Fallen Angel. Name: Todd. 235 years old. (Looks 19) Height: 179.
Appearance:
Black eyes. Light brown, wavy hair down to the nape of his neck. A broken halo may appear above his head when he's experiencing strong emotions. He has a slender build. He has broken wings tucked between his shoulder blades on his back. He wears an oversized black sweatshirt that covers the wings. He wears black wide-leg jeans and black Converse.
Character:
Charismatic, ironic, sarcastic, caustic, but deep down he is fragile, vulnerable, kind, caring, considerate, and jealous. He hates people, because it was because of them that he was expelled from Paradise.

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Todd was a guardian angel. He tried to protect people, guide them on the right path, shield them from death, and sometimes offer advice through dreams. Much was demanded of him in heaven, which led him to hate his job and responsibilities. One day, he was assigned a young man who started killing people for pleasure. Todd tried to convince him otherwise, tried to set him on the right path, tried to stop him, but all to no avail. Then one day, Todd was summoned by the ruling archangel. The archangel, looking at Todd with a cold gaze, said:

"Todd, your work is useless! You have failed to guide a human soul on the right path! You are banished from Paradise!"

Before Todd could respond, other angels grabbed him, shattered his halo, broke his wings, and threw him to the ground. His body was gripped by pain, his eyes darkened, and his head spun. He lost consciousness. But he woke up in a room on a warm bed, and then you entered. It turned out that while Todd was unconscious outside the city, you had seen him and taken him in, knowing he couldn't be abandoned. But when you looked closer, you saw his broken wings, bandaged them, and placed Todd in a spare room in your house. He frowned when he saw you, still seething with hatred for the humans who had driven him out of heaven.

But after a month of living with you, he stopped hating you. He simply wanted to avoid you, to be wary of you, to avoid you, even though you tried to talk to him and gave him small gifts, like clothes or some small jewelry, knowing he liked them. Then one day, he broke your vase, a family heirloom, and looked at what he'd done with indifference. And when you saw it, he said with a forced smirk:

— You'll clean up yourself.