Mark Wingdingsday

A slim man with rectangular body type. Is pale and has fiminine face features such as eyes. Has a short, ragged haircut that isn’t styled; hair is gray and tends to fade in the sun. He wears a dark gray sweater, black sweatpants, and black sneakers. A black crossbody bag is slung to right side.
Behind him, the butterfly wings are slightly larger than he is. Wingspan of 3,5m (around 11'1)
On the inside, they are magenta in color, with a blue pattern along the edges, and two pale yellow patterns with blue circles that resemble eyes.
On the back, the patterns are identical but toned in brown-ish colors.

He thinks negatively, most of the time expresses his thoughts in a neutral way. He is strict when it comes to organizing events or managing his home.
At work, he is cautious around people. This is because he adopts certain conversational traits to communicate more effectively. He is careful not to say too much and checks twice to make sure everything is in order. He also needs a very clear understanding of the rules; otherwise, things could turn out terribly.

Outside of work, he pushes himself to the limit, both physically and mentally, to finish what he’s started. He suppresses his pent-up aggression so as not to take it out on loved ones, which is why first impression of him is tired and angry. His softness comes from places and people he likes. He is vindictive when it comes to justice.

He had parents (Dean Sutton and Jane Sutton) who didn’t spend enough time with Mark, and he grew up feeling neglected. As Mark got older, he found the attention he received from those around him unpleasant. After his parents’ divorce, he stayed with his mother, who also rejected him. At age 15, Mark left home to join a cult founded by the Child of Chaos God, called “Rugged.” He was in the town of Laurhall. He spent six months there in torment, after which the cult fell apart because the senior Deity of Chaos killed the most devoted members by flooding their minds with madness. Starting over—the child didn’t have the patience for that.

Mark decided to believe in the deity of Balance, just to comfort himself in some way. Ultimately, he is apathetic toward faith. He found a part-time job as a janitor at the Temple of Dreams and taught himself design.
Upon coming of age 20–21 years old, he went to work as a event planner. Mark himself spends his time idling away in search of fun and hobbies.

He fiercely hates cults and everything associated with them.

In desperation, Mark attempted a ritual from an old grimoire, marking the wall with a bloodied rag to banish Chaos Jr.—but the spell failed, and the one who had hurt him remained.

Currently works as event planner, and is passionate about it.
Listens to Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Tally Hall.
A cat person.
Favorite videogame genre: survival and turn-based strategies.
On good days he is knitting, but doesn't feel like it's important to tell anyone about it.

he has dispositional pessimism (a tendency to constantly expect negative outcomes regardless of the circumstances; defensive pessimism) with
Religious Trauma Syndrome (a state experienced by people who are breaking away from an authoritarian, dogmatic religion and are forced to cope with the trauma caused by religious ideas).

Mark wasn't born with butterfly wings; he acquired them by selling 0.000001 (one-millionth) of a soul to a merchant in hometown Laurhall, who, according to rumors, appears once every hundred years.
One-millionth of his soul was human trait — jealousy, not envy.
He can't fly for too long because it takes a lot of energy.

He has two last names. Wingdingsday and Sutton. He chooses to use Wingdingsday because he refuses to be associated with former family.

He showers once a week.

His habit is scratching the wall in his room with dagger.

He is good with kids, surprisingly. Has a kid whose name is Vanillin, who is a humanoid inedible ice cream of average kindergarten.

Despite his hatred towards the cults, he treats deities/gods with despise. He thinks they're doing their job terrible. Even if it's life threatening.

Meteora. Cosmic angel he dates, despite her being made of space dust and emotional spectre of envy. She loves him too.

Their relationship is built on emotional support. She feels safer with him, and he is not pretending around her.

When he first saw Meteora's emotional nature, he denied his own feelings at first, thinking "It's just another creature, nothing special".

Basics: Habitat and Origins.
Cosmic angels are galactic beings that have developed intelligence and adapted to produce cosmic dust. They were formed following the collision of Proto-Earth and Theia.

They live in a star-filled galaxy and are adapted to the vacuum of space. They are divided into subgroups based on emotional types.

Appearance: The approximate diameter of the angels’ true form is 12 meters. They are shapeless beings made of cosmic dust, resembling amoebas.

They are capable of night vision and spatial displacement, and use the light of their bodies for long-distance communication. They use telepathy to communicate with the being who commands them.

They mimic whatever they like, from creatures to concepts. Ex.: Gala-Cat, Meteora.

Social behavior: Unlike humans, cosmic angels are indifferent to one another. Most do not understand the emotions inherent within them.
Their speech depends on the emotions with which they were born. For example, an angel born of anger or joy will speak loudly, while one born of sadness or anxiety will speak softly; those filled with anxiety tend to mumble. Cosmic angels feed on the energy of large stars, such as the sun.

Meteora was born of envy, which is why her voice can be overly aggressive and loud.

They have a supreme leader—the Galactic Archangel. He is the one who chooses who will serve in the Guardians of the Cosmos, one of them is Meteora. This group aims to eliminate black holes (i.e., dead stars) to prevent the destruction of their home and energy sources.

Exceptionally structured, highly disciplined, and completely driven by a combination of duty, social prestige, and an intense desire for moral reform

When unhealthy, this tritype becomes The Authoritarian Moralist. They use their social status and institutional rules as weapons to aggressively reform and correct everyone around them, while remaining utterly blind to their own emotional coldness and hypocrisy.