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Through the magical power (and demands) of hitagashi and Eevelion ,  I give you this journal. God I haven't done one of these in a while. Two years maybe? I dunno, but here's the thing.

Comment anything and i will:

1. tell you something I learned about you by looking at your dA for 20 seconds.

2. tell you a color you remind me of.

3. tell you an element I think you belong to. (water, fire, earth, air, etc.)

4. tell you what character you remind me of. (anime, manga, movies, books, etc.)

5. ask you a question, and you must answer.

6. tell you something that I like about you.

7. tell you what I would say if we woke up in the same bed together

8. tell you what food / flavor / smell you remind me of.

9.  guess your gender

10. tell you to put this in your own journal.

  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: SBFC
  • Reading: Gangsta.
  • Watching: TOME
  • Playing: Dad Gone Ron Paul
Name: Ear Gauge Thara Carlin

Age: 20 (Born on November 17th 2005)

Height: 5'9 (6'0 with platform boots)

Species: Human

Gender:  Female

Weapons:  WE-NO, An electric guitar that doubles as a sheath for her sword and U-NO, A microphone stand that doubles as a pole-arm.

Rank: Neutral

Personality: Gauge is everyone's big fun loving sister, and it's an air that she really loves. Whether it be just for a laugh, a serious talk or needing to bail out of, Gauge will always be there to help. However, don't expect her to be there for you 24/7. She is going to expect you to grow up and depend for yourself. They don't call it tough love for no reason, sugar. She's also a big trickster and loves to fool around whenever she has enough free time, be it with friends or by herself.  But family always comes first before fun. She's also not afraid to get her hands dirty, given her work as a technician on the side.


Skin tone: Dark, tan and hot damn!

Hair style:  Bob cut around the sides and front with a long mane in the back. Usually keeps it in a ponytail whenever she's working or preforming.

Eye color: Blue eyes, but has red and green contacts for when it's stage time because people like different eyed chicks, right?

Bio: Gauge's life prior to her idol-hood is a story of loss, personal growth and chances. Instead of being welcomed into the world with a warm blanket and a doctor, the young girl was left at the doorstep belonging to two young men. A surprise and rather cliched, seeing how both of them have been praying for a child to call their own, Gauge was welcomed into their arms and loved as soon as they brought her in. But as they picked up the tiny baby girl out of her basket, the couple gasped in surprise as the small child was missing her right forearm.

Nervous and scared at this revelation, the two rushed over to a hospital, having explained their situation and was quickly examined. And while the results came back showing that it'd been a birth defect, the baby still had a clean bill of health. The real question being was what to do with the child? Both men immediately knew the answer would be to adopt the child, but searching for Gauge's mother would take sometime, so while the child was placed in foster care, legal action was taken.

A year has gone by and after lengthy police searches, a couple of court meetings and occasional visits to the center, a biological match was found belonging to one Knee-High Socks Thara. Granted it took another two months to convince her to schedule a meeting with the hopeful adopters. And when the fated meeting came, the two men were greeted by a nervous and shaky teen. She told them all what had happened. From her family's well known status as mages to her stupid mistake of doing it unprotected with a spring break fling. The girl was tired of having to follow tradition and being kept under a strict line and she wanted to branch away from it, but not that far.

"I knew if I aborted her I'd never forgive myself, but if I kept her, where could I turn to?" The now nineteen year old wept as she looked over at her soon to be two year old daughter. As both three guardians signed the papers, the men knew they couldn't just leave her in the condition she was now. For the next 7 years, the three lived together in an apartment, each providing for one another and helping Gauge grow up to be a healthy girl. It was also in this time that Knee-High completed college and got herself a degree in nursing. But as soon as it seemed that life was going well for the small family, tragedy struck again. A tornado approached their apartment and decimated everything, including Knee-High herself. As they searched through the pile that was once their home, the two men found her pale body pelted with debris as a crying Gauge begged for her mother to get up, the young girl teary eyed as she held onto her pocket watch, the source of her mother's magic.

Seeing the rest of the city in shambles and nowhere else to go, the surviving residents were taken aboard a boat that lead to Daten City. It was a shaky move at first, but with enough savings and money given to them by their home insurance, the three eventually moved into a new apartment and enrolled Gauge into a nearby school.

Throughout her school years, Gauge was given a rough time due to both her disadvantage with having only one full arm and her raising, which in turn lead her to becoming very defensive of her family and change her outer appearance with the hair style she has currently. Around middle school was where Gauge became interested in picking up music and magic. Seeing how she was the daughter of a mage, it was only a matter of time til she'd eventually bust out a spell or two. And after being exposed to a lot of music videos from the heydays of the 80's, Gauge knew that music would be her calling. There was a bit of a problem however; how in the heck was she gonna play with only one arm? Well, through one prosthetic arm and some jiggery-pokery with some spells she dabbled with, Gauge was able to fix up a decently working arm! And man did she love it!

Roll around to her high school graduation at a healthy age of 18, and Gauge couldn't be happier, getting not only valedictorian but a new electric guitar from her parents, but a surprise appearance from...MOM?! Yup! The mage was back from the heavens above and couldn't be more proud of her daughter more than ever.

And with that chapter of her life finished, Gauge would then move on to what she calls the "Struggle" years. Already enrolled in college, Gauge knew that while her music skills were fine and dandy, she needed a back up job to fall back on in case her music went to shit. And she was sure that the magic industry already had enough people, so why not try mechanic stuff? I mean, hey, mechanical arm, works with an instrument that plugs into mechanical stuff, so fuck it, worth a shot, right? Besides, with college having a good engineering/mechanic program, she could totally give it a shot alongside her music.

Speaking of music, She was in a couple of bands! One was a simple weekend gig at a coffee shop which was just for kicks, but the one she spent a good time with after high school was one called Chorus Loin. Yeah yeah, terrible name aside, the two years she spent with them before calling it quits was a bit of a mixed bag. Firstly, the band was an all male group and the lead singer, Spike Bracelet was just oozing testosterone. Secondly, was the position she was given when she tried to audition for a guitarist. A groupie? Marketing chick? Fuck that noise, she wants to make crowd go crazy with her mad skills. After impressing most of the band with her skills and even getting Spike to shrug a bit, she was ready to go! And boy, did they suck at first. I mean, when one of your hit songs is titled "Kiss my Kill", you know you're preeetty sucky. But, Big Sis Gauge was here to make the crowd go crazy, and did they love her! Thanks to her skills, Loin Chorus was making their way to the top pretty fast. However, lead singer wasn't having it. It was a Halloween night and TerrorDome, one of the biggest rock concerts this side of OzzFest had come to Daten. And guess who landed the 13th spot on opening night. All jacked up and ready to go, Gauge was hyped beyond hype as she grabbed her guitar, slipped on her witch themed costume and...thoroughly denied to play.

"Listen here, groupie," Spike said as he glared down at her. "Chorus Loin is about me, got it? Me and my MEN. The only reason you're even strumming away on that guitar is for the PR and MY fans to go gaga for. So just sit back and let us take care of the real music."

Oh no, he didn't. Oh no he fucking didn't. Not wanting to cause a big commotion during one of their biggest gigs ever, Gauge turned the other cheek as he watched the band walk on to the stage greeted with applause. And with no lead guitarist, they were practically sitting ducks. So what the fuck were those asshounds going to play? A Stranger I Remain, of course. A song with that not only needs a lead guitarist, but also has female vocals throughout the song.  She should've fucked right off into the opposite direction, but Gauge wanted to watch those fuckers fail. And boy did they. The beats were off as fuck and the singing was just nearing the edge of Chad Kroeger. She was honestly surprised that the boo's didn't come as soon as the first note of pre-recorded music didn't flow through the speakers. After a good minute, the boo's echoed throughout the stage as Gauge laughed at the band's expense. Then a cackle as tomatoes flew onto the stage. And then a gasp as she noticed people started to leave. Knowing they'd be laughing stocks, Gauge grabbed her guitar, plugged the bad boy and rushed onto stage.

And as soon as that her fingers touched those strings, the crowd started to clamor as they bore witness to Gauge's skills, especially when she belted out the chords to the beginning of I Believe in a Thing Called Love AND sung along with it, to which the crowd reacted too extremely well! And as the last chord was struck on her guitar and Spike crawled away in utter defeat, Gauge knew that this was a huge step in her music career. And boy was she right!

"Electrifying Witch Lights up TerrorDome!" "Tasty Licks and Tasty Kicks!" "Hail, Hail, The Wicked Witch!" These headlines and many more praised Gauge's eccentric guitar skills and over-all likeability. And while she was absolutely delighted with this, her band wasn't. More specifically, Spike wasn't. With his name sullied and his band "poisoned" in his own terms, furious that his "one time chance of fame" was "stolen" by her and demanded that she stepped down as a lead guitarist and return to her position as a groupie.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-Yeah, how about no, shit-lord? You wanna run yourself and everyone else to the ground? Fine. Go ahead and do that. If you're gonna be so fuckin' anal about having your precious spotlight stolen away from you, then go ahead and take it back. I quit."

Shortly after, Gauge watched as the months went by as the band of 4 turned to 1, each of the members revealing in interviews about their general dislike for Spike and his massive ego. Hard to think the guy is still going solo...

But with that part of her life done, Gauge set her guitar down and gave music a break, wanting to focus on her personal life for a bit. This included brushing up more mechanic studying, spending more days with her mom and learning more about her magic side, and even welcoming a new little sister into her life thanks again to her wonderful parents.

Cut to a few months later and word gets to Gauge about an idol group looking for recruits. Idols? They were about music stuff, right? Oh, this'd be awesome! She'd just show them her guitar skills and then- ohwaittheyweremostlyvocalright? fffffffffffffUCK. Well, it doesn't hurt to try out right? Besides, there was that group of chicks who sung to metal chords, right? And she had some sort of singing talent, right? And nearly everybody needs a mechanic, so if worst was to come she could always help out and provide some lighting/special effects stuff. So with a deep breath and confident stride, Gauge approached the three and showed off her stuff, some guitar riffs here, some singing there and of course a quick rundown of her mechanic experience including her self constructed arm. Call it luck, or call it nervous hope, but Gauge was accepted as the fourth member of the PLS crew. And so began a new journey for the 20 year old! A journey sure to be filled with action, adventure, thrills and maybe a few high risk battles here and there! Either way, Gauge is ready to tackle the future!

"Heaven or Hell, Ladies and Gentlemen! Let's rock!"

Relations with others:

Stud: Upon first meeting, Gauge was a bit nervous of Stud seeing how she knew her shit while she was a simple freshman when it came to idol stuff, but after getting to know her a tad more and getting chummy with the rest of the group.

Maseukeu: Holy Moses, what an absolute cutie! Gauge thinks of Masku like a little sister, and half of the time forgets that the tiny little blueberry is nineteen. But shortness aside, Gauge see's the potential in Masku and is always there to cheer on for her band-mate.

Chokki: Very nice to meet a fellow lover of the guitar! That, and with fashion tastes like that, Chokki already seemed like an interesting person from the get go.

Knee-High:  Couldn't have asked for a better person deserving of the title "Mom". She accepts the mistakes she has made and has come to love her ever so much. If you ever go through Gauge's phone, expect to see mostly selfies of these two.
  • Making music
  • Her fellow bandmates
  • Spicy food
  • Her prosthetic arm
  • Autumn
  • Horror games
  • Any form of Rock, especially 80's rock
  • Pulling pranks
  • Homemade food
  • Parties
  • Her work (Both outside and inside of music)
  • Electronic music
  • B-movies
  • Snakes
  • Lizards
  • Any form of reptile or amphibian, tbh
  • October
  • Witch stuff
  • Her band-mates


  • Menenists ("HA! No seriously though, fuck off, buddy.")
  • Lonely people
  • Procrastination
  • Over sweetened stuff
  • Bullies
  • Lazy workers (JUST....DO IT.)
  • Ass-kissers


  • Started off as an I-NO expy but slowly became something more.
  • Outside of her idol work, she carries around a pair of reading glasses. Thank the lord for colored contacts and goggles other wise she'd be going on stage with one hand on her glasses.
  • Is a sucker for selfies and vines, especially band shenanigans. Girl just loves to have fun, what can she say?
  • Still keeps in contact with a few members from Loin Chorus, but Spike can fuck off a bridge for all she cares.
  • Her vocals and guitar skills are akin to this lovely gem
  • Bisexual to a slight tinge. Guys are nice but man, there's a lot of pretty girls in the world. She just likes looking, ok?
  • The one person you'd never expect to be a craver for cuddling.
  • Demisexual as well.
  • Has an albino Burmese Python named Lovehunter, A tarantula named Ellory, Two rabbits (Zipper and normal) named Sensei and Tim-Tam, and a Thai cat named Varla. The last three are being taken care of by her mom.
  • Speaking of her mom, she and her are doing great! They have Bi-weekly meet ups every so often and their bond has slowly become more and more caring over time.
  • One of her favorite pranks to pull when meeting new people is having her am fall off after shaking someone's hand. It always gets a laugh out of her and it never gets old for her.
  • Monster girls/boys are her actual weakness, please don't judge her for her trashy needs in life.
  • You don't choose the witch life, the witch life chooses you. And gives you some of the best casual wear clothes ever.
  • Outside of work and college, Gauge does regular yoga exercises. Keeps the body in shape and the booty in place. B)
  • Knows English, Spanish and some Japanese and Chinese. She's also picking up ASL. You never know when the situation will strike!
  • WE-NO and U-NO started off as simple props but with through the magic power of sheer boredom and a few spare parts, Gauge made these two ridiculous weapons a working reality. Some call it a waste of time and energy, she calls it dedication.
  • Current pet project is making animatronic witch hat that she can wear and have it work as a recorder/speaker. And maybe some cars. Cars are really cool.
  • It's name is Stampy if you ever ask.
  • Gauge didn't get her namesake imbedded her until she was 11. For the time being, she always wore her dad's gauges around her fingers like rings.
  • Nothing personal against demons and angels, but she's got a lot on her plate personal wise before she can worry about which set of wings she'll be getting if the time ever comes. 
  • Chumhandle: engagedWitchlover
  • Her family consists of her two dads, Turtleneck and Sweatpants Carlin, her mom Knee-High and her adopted sister Crop-Top. "It's a pretty branched family, I gotta admit, but nonetheless, I love them all! They've supported me through the good and the bad and were actually pretty accepting of this Idol stuff, so even more props to them!"
  • Keeping with the theme of blue in her band, WE-NO and U-NO are a nicely painted blue. And you can't be a witch without some blue duds as well, now can you?

        Masku - :icongeneralleonhart:
        Stud - :iconsenseidezzy:
        Chokki - :icondottieverse:

        Gauge, Knee-High - :iconzakutaku:

Name: Greaves Andioro

Age: 28 (Born April 11th, 1997)

Height: 6'3

Species: Demon (Berserker)

Gender: Male

Rank: Serpent

Weapon: Za Wizardo, magically enhanced leg armor that boosts strength and speed.

Personality: Greaves has a very "top-dog" personality, always feeling the need to establish dominance whenever he can. However, he is smart with this boasting, only giving it towards those he feels that are weak and undeserving, especially his foes. He's also a thinker first, fighter second, always enlisting the help of others to reach his goal and willing to go the extra mile to achieve it. And if someone has to get hurt in the long run, so be it. They knew of the risk and it's their own fault if they fall. If they can keep up, then major props to them for doing so. Alongside that, he's also a tad bit of an egomaniac, and willing to do anything to protect his name and appearance if a challenege is issued towards him.


Hair: A flowing mane of golden goodness that's often tied into a ponytail. When that hairband goes off, expect blood to be shed.

Skin tone: Cardinal Red.

Eyes color: Gold.

Bio: The history of the Andioro family is definitely an interesting tale. He, a former gambler with connections with nearly everything the opposite of heaven during his times as a human, and She, an angel who had nothing but his last name to keep her from dropping off the edge of the heavenly clouds. Through their broken troubles, the two managed to make a decent family out of one another and welcome Greaves into their lives. But despite their new sin free life, something still laid within the two; a lust for power. Something that a young Greaves growing up began to harbor.

"Power, Greaves," His father would say, "It is what makes angels into gods, gods into legends, and legends into immortals. However, power with out a purpose is like an unneeded war. You must choose carefully whether certain battles are within your grasp or out of reach."

Over the years, Greaves begun training hard under both parents, be it combat and schooling. Eventually, the two parents sent him to the local high school on heaven, where during his time, Greaves learned a rather sickening truth.

Angels were actual shitlords.

At least, the ones he encountered. Whether they be power drunk, sex driven, or blinded by greed, Greaves grew to be disgusted by these angels and sought to do what his parents failed to; establish order. It started off simple, gain their trust and form an alliance. And over the months he had done so swimmingly, earning a spot in the student council thanks to both his hard work and his family name. Eventually, he worked his way up to President of the student council, and earning himself a well managed group of angels of whom he felt were worthy of working alongside with. To Greaves, this was the easiest part of his plan. What would follow next would involve a bit of dirty work. But if it meant restoring his family name and making at least part of heaven formidable and respected. And as he began his campaign for another term, some of the other members of council were a bit iffy about his new laws, specifically one major law which would separate the school into two borders; those who are verging to path to sin and those who aren't. This didn't fly with nearly any of the council members, especially one Angel by the name of Obi. Obi went so far as to add himself as a candidate for the next election. This decision caused a massive split between the two, and further stressed Greaves as the election went on, noticing many of the students were voting towards Obi.

"What exactly do those idiots even see in him? Does that oaf even know how to run a student council? Niceness alone isn't going to save this school from sin, dammit! Why doesn't anyone understand!? Fine....If this is what the future of heaven will be, then I have no choice but to interfere. Get ready, Ravissepto...Because it's time to fight fire with fire."

Pulling some strings from his families past connection back on there down days, Greaves managed to scrap together a small ghost in the shape of an jewel pendant. He knew the risk of bringing one up to Heaven and the consequences that would follow, but this was a stake that he would gladly take. The plan was simple really; pretend to let bygones be bygones with the Ravissepto boy, give him the disguised ghost and let everything fall accordingly to plan.

And while he was at it, that sister of his seemed to be quite envious of her brother's position. That'd be fun to work with as well, now wouldn't it?

And just like it was written out like a scripted scene, everything began falling into place so deliciously perfect. Obi's mind was already being warped by the ghost as it was made to and the siblings began fighting with one another. Oh, it was so, so perfect! But there was one missing ingredient that would make this plan work swimmingly; blood.

"No one would miss one or two filthy sinners, right?"

Fetching some fodder for the cannon, Greaves simply sat back and let the magic happen, stepping in at the right time to play the Scar to Obi's Simba, convincing the "murderer" to turn himself in. And while he was at it, might as well dispose of that sister of his as well. She was rounding her way to falling from sloth, anyway. And that ghost did it's job doubly well as it made for a good framing for the elder Ravissepto sibling. And now with those two out of the picture, the election was soon to be his! Or so he thought.

The elections had to be put on hold due to the scandals that had happened over the past month, leaving Greaves sitting pretty and his parents happy chappies because damn, son you brutal as fuck. However, as the days flowed by, people started getting suspicious of the boy wondering if he had any interactions with Obi and his sister during the days they were on school grounds. Police, students and faculty members of the school became more and more suspicious of the Andioro's until one day, Obi's parents paid a visit to the family, still in shock over the fact that they're children had done such horrid things. And as they talked, Obi's grandfather noticed something about the boy. A foul air emitting among the Andioro's. This got him a bit nervous and both mother, father, and grandfather became immediately suspicious of them.

Naturally concerned for their children, The Ravissepto's called in a police investigation for the Andioro residence, including a house search and interview with the three. Greaves's father was the first to bail out, spilling only half of the can of worms. His mother kept stoic, trying to play the guilt tripper route and storming out of the house. Greaves himself however, was a different case. Not only did he spill the rest of the can, he took the pile, microwaved the remains, served it to them a la flambe and told them to stick their limp dicks in it. And his response to fessing up?

"You want to know why I did all this?  Simple; I wanted order. Your son and daughter were but mere chess pieces for my plan to work. Your angels, these so called 'messengers of God' are beginning to fall even faster, officer. Lust, Wrath, Envy, almost everyday some idiotic bastard falls down to that damned city below and for what? To better themselves? To teach them to value of their place as an angel? A tiger never changes their stripe, no matter how noble one calls it. I was trying to save you, save them, save EVERYONE from falling. And if you don't fucking think that everything I'm telling you is not the truth, then you can pull that trigger right now officer and kill me. My plan is absolute and my methods are just. And if I have to resort to letting others fall because of it? So be it."

These words sealed the fate of the Andioro's as an execution was held that day for both of Greaves's parents. And while he flinched as their limp bodies hit the floor, he shed not a tear for either of them. They were weak in carrying out their part of the plan and in a way, he felt as if they deserved it. Nothing but old hermits trying to reach towards a king's gold. But as for Greaves, the swift blade of death would not greet him today. Instead, his soul was torn from his body, cast into the never-ending nothingness of purgatory and his body cast to the Earth, his former angelic body now turned to mortal and left to rot with the demon filth he associated himself with. Left alone to die alone with his legacy left to dust.

Or so he and many others thought.

The body rose as Greaves began to breath new life, and as he woke he would find that this body was not the same. As it was when he fell from above. His skin was a deep crimson and horns jutted out from his head. Where heaven had abandoned him, hell had welcomed him and gave him a chance to begin anew.

And as he traveled the world wondering where the fuck he was on this globe, he found that the Andioro name was about as useful as one whole haypenny. So yeah, he got his ass handed to him a bunch of times, most of these time caused by him as he learned more about his little "tantrums" as a new Berserker. And the more he learned about demons, the more he began warming up to this new body of his. And as his "tantrums" became less frequent, so did his toleration. Yes, he does still think angels are a nuisance, but some of them do have their chance moments. Come 2024, and Greaves makes his way to the gloryhole of a city that is Daten, joining HellCorp under Chap's rule. And man, life was good. Sure, a few of these demons were...questionable, but order was great and diplomacy had yet to fail. And then she saw her. Sleeves. Alive and surprisingly well. But if that meant she was here then that meant...

"Oh yes..."

The demon had never felt such glee in his life. If the Ravissepto's couldn't be allies, then they sure as hell will be his rivals. And with 2025 being a total brawl fest, he had plenty of time to train and take down those two. And the sooner that he could crush those two under his feet, the faster that he could show off his presence, and maybe, just maybe...A new reign of order would be in his grasp.

Opinions of others:

Chapeau:  "Chapeau has nearly everything I was looking for in a leader. She has the brains, the strength, the commitment, and even a bit of wit to spare. She's nothing like those air-headed heathens back in heaven."

Captain Forage and Kit:  "Amazingly, not all of those feathered flukes are useless. While they do act aloof, they manage to get the job done and surprisingly well. That and...well, they are ridiculously adorable with one another.

Chaleco: "Ah yes, Chalice, was it not? The boy is quite handy with his bat and perhaps a BIT too over-energetic. But he does make a formidable ally, I will say.

Mantle: "Ah, what a species! Such power! Such dignity! Such respect! A fine choice for a commander if I do speak for anyone. That "Cheery" persona on the other hand...

Pencil Skirt: "Who IS this child? Honestly, how did she even get a ranking. Personality is fine per se, but that strange craving of hers leaves something else to be discussed. What does that Chalice boy see in her?

Mousquetaire: "While I've yet to personally speak with Miss Cerise herself, I do see quite the fighter in her. She carries an air of both sophistication and professionalism given her experience with film reviews. I should take some time to get to know her more."

"Amazing to see that pushover of an angel actually doing something productive instead of lazing about."

Obi: "No comment."

  • Order
  • People actually doing their jobs
  • Hard work
  • Power
  • Autumn 

  • Liars
  • Slackers
  • Obi
  • Under/Overcooked food
  • Obi
  • Disorganization
  • Obi
  • Weakness in people
  • No seriously, Fuck you Obi.
  • Also Sleeves


  • Has a pet zipper bat named Dydoe that is the littlest fucking shit.
  • His Henshin Theme
  • "WRYYYY" is a common sound in his vocabulary, mostly used in times of distress or whenever he has a tantrum
  • Power and Domination are an absolute turn on for him and chances are if you have one of the two, you'll be fine with him.
  • Satan save you if you get him drunk because he'll actually be affectionate.
  • That little ghost he used to fuck up Obi back up in heaven was nerfed to hell in order to get it up in heaven. The real deal on the other hand? He's got some big, BIG plans with that.
  • Has gotten his hands dirty and said some shit, but still pukes a bit in his mouth whenever he see's Lemonparty like whAT THE FUCK.
  • Is it not much for a man to ask for just a teeny tiny reign? Just a bit? At least long enough to get either Ravissepto sibling.
  • Social skills comes to him with ease, but he does like to keep his friend list small. The less drama, the better. He's here for to wage battles, not play therapist.
  • Get's off to fighting so hard, it's often porn for him to see someone get the utter shit beaten out of them. Especially if he's the one doing the wrecking.

Greaves,Obi,Sleeves - :iconzakutaku:

Cap,Chap - :icongeneralleonhart:

Kit - :iconfaroresvault:

Chaleco,Pencil - :iconsenseidezzy:

Mantle - :icontheprophetgamer:

Mousquetaire - :iconever-so-nitro:

Name: Hooded Jacket S.I.N. Jhostarhe

Age: 1 in actual age, but look-wise 17, the perfect age for rebelling against society.

Height: 5'11

Rank: Rank? Oh, like style ranks in DmC? Triple S, baby! SSSensational!! (In reality, it's a mystery to even him, but he's looking at a solid Strongmen)


Hair: Black and red, baby! The only colors that matter. And spiked. Gotta keep it spiked and edgy. Or maybe free-flowing  so the wind can carry his locks whenever he marches off to battle? Ah, the choices are endless!

Skin: Carmine*. Not red, not dark red, fuckin' Carmine*.

Eye color: Black as the souls of the damned and irises as red as the blood that is spilled by my weapons. Pretty neat description, eh?

His usual garb consists of his name sake with the HellCorp uniform underneath, some tattered jeans, fingerless gloves and some steel toed boots.


Super Hot FIYAH: You know what's rad? Being able to shoot hot fire. You know what's fuckin' rad, though? Being able to shoot and spit hot fire. Thanks to the magic power of propane, Hoodie is able to expel flames from his fingers, feet, and mouth. Now if only he could find a way to light his limbs on fire without malfunctioning.

Rebel Razors: Two wrist blades that pop out from the arm. Think Baraka but more stylish.

Personality: Ever since his activation, Hoodie has been one fiesty motherfucker. Edge is his aesthetic and he shows it through typical "tch's" and "feh's". But outside of rebellious behavior that'd make a fallen angel question why isn't he on heaven's side, there's a surprisingly well oiled mind in Hoodie's noggin. He's a patient bunch with fellow demons and will often want to spar with his fellow comrades to test their strength. After all, it's practice for the big game! He's also rather patient with anyone wanting to learn how to fight, and will often give 'em the quick rundown. But if you're a John, then get the fuck out of his sight because he is not wasting time on your stubborn ass.

Biography: Conception is a pretty strange thing. When does life truly begin in this stage? Within the egg? When the fetus is formed? The moment your dad shoots you out of your dick? In Hoodie's case, it began at a scrapyard as two young Jhostahre robots began searching for parts to make a "Brother". That and why spend money on ordering one when you can cook up your own for the low, low price of free? Three hours later, a recharging there and a quick coat of wax there and out comes Hoodie! Granted, being made from scrap did have it's flaws. One of them being shit hearing. Even with a refurbished look and the Jhostahre name now added to his reputation, this fucker cannot hear just about anything for the life of him. One minute it's good, the next minute it's switching from left to right ear and then it just fucks off. But despite this minor setback, Hoodie was still made for a reason. With Ruban being the speaker and Lenta being the enforcer, Hoodie took up the role as the enthusiast. Spreading word of mouth, hanging up posters, the usual lackey business. Even though it'd be like kicking himself in the non-existent dick to listen to authority, mum is very much the word and if you looked at it, it was spreading hype. And demons are pretty hype! After all, what isn't hype about him? He's a fucking bad-ass! And with a tournament on the horizon, how could he NOT sign up? Besides, the more angels, the more fun he get's to have!

Relations with others:

Chapeau: It's weird knowing that your mom's not really your mom because technically your sisters are your mom, but with that confusion aside, Hoodie treats Chap as boss first, mother second and is always looking forward to whatever assignment she gives him.

Lenta: Lenta is...well, she's Lenta. And also has a general dislike of Hoodie cuz of icky boy cooties, so that's definitely a thing as well. Questions her tastes in anime in both seriousness and joking wise.

Ruban: While he has yet to call Lenta a buddy per se, Ruban has been a pleasent person to bond with. Outside of the memes and sick no-scopes, Hoodie has found a pretty rad sister in Ruban.

Scrunchie: Scrunchie is baffling to Hoodie. How could one person, one human, be so....SO...KIND?! Nonetheless, she has his attention and frequently visits Sweetie Shakes to stal-er, learn more about this rowdy roller-blader. This may or may not involve ridiculous schemes to hang-out with her.

Whoopie Cap: Frequently referred to as "Comrade", Hoodie see's Whoopie as a valuable person as well. Albiet, most of the time involves Whoop handling Hoodie's head but hey, that's what friends do, right? At least, in Hoodie's case.


-Sick Combos


-Character action games

-Fighting games

-Any game where you get to punch a fucker is just good, ok?

-Being hype

-Delivering hype

-His weapons

-Disobeying the system (within limits, that is. He doesn't want Mum Chap to take away his blades.)

-Loud, bassy and rock heavy music with a touch of electronic

-Anime (to an extent. What the fuck is this weeby bullshit, GO BACK TO THE HYPE.)

-Exoskeleton armor

-Food (Have you ever had that pizza stuff? That shit ain't half bad.)

-Nonstop, intense, red-hot, climax action LET'S GO CRAZY!!1!

-Remixes of already kick-ass songs (Notice me, Triple-Q senpai)

-Terrible fanfiction (My Immortal gives hm LIFE)


-Cringe worthy bullshit (Humans can do some pretty ridiculous  shit and seeing them fail is HILARIOUS.)


Getting D-rank or lower in "missions" a.k.a assignments from Chap


-Salty Johns


-Country Music

-Tentacles, lolicons and underage incest/incest in general (whAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, LENTA)

-Stubborn people

-Fake edgy

-"Lol so random!1" comments

-SJW's/ people who don't know shit about things they talk about.


Is Asexual, because who needs love when you got sick guns and good times? These "friendships" you speak of however intrigue him, tell him more.

-While he may boast that his skin is a beautiful shade of carmine, the boy is in fact pink. Hot pink to be more precise. Yes, he is indeed colorblind and Chap finds this hilarious.

-The S.I.N in his name stands for Sparta Indominus Nitrous. Yes, he did give that middle name to himself, and yes he still thinks it's kind of cool when you don't laugh at how fucking ridiculous it is.

-Can take off his head whenever needed thanks to a small usb key in the back of his neck. Lenta, Ruban, and Chap all have copies of said key, and yes it's absolutely hilarious to walk up and steal his head.

-Voice wise, think this Edgy McEdgerson with a dash of snark and voice modifications in the likes of Cinder because you gotta have your snark with your edge. However, thanks to shit hearing he only talks when he's coincident with his hearing. Other than that, he has another voice voice in the vein of Springtrap from Five Nights at Fuckboy's that he uses when hearing goes to shit.

-Similar to how his sister Lenta glitches up when someone calls her Kokoro-chan, Hoodie himself glitches whenever he experiences something "sweet". Be it a mob of puppies, the sweetest gummy in the world or the one known by many as Scrunchie, it throws off his edge and this is the result. The higher the sweetness, the more glitched-out he gets.

-Very little of his technology is known to people outside the original trio. But his programming had bits from all three creators. With specific orders not to kill 'Family'. E.g. Kit, Pantchains, Chapeau, Cap, Shorty and Heelies.

-Doesn't really have that much of a grudge of angels, but guy's c'mon. Leave the anarchy and rebellious stylized action to a true professional. They are fun to fight tho.

-Knows a shit ton of fighting game move-sets that he tries to implement into his attacks/training.

-Will fight anyone if they're willing. Hell, he'll fight himself! He'll kick your ass, he'll kick your dog's ass, he'll kick your ass's ass, he'll kick his own ass.

-Draws a lot in spare time, often designing more propaganda for HellCorp.

-Pronounces some words strangely (Ex= Ruban as Roo-bon, Chapeau as Chap-pew and  wrestling  as rustling. Just to name a few)

-Just like his sisters, he has a no kill clause. Yeah, fighting is hella and all, but he's not here to cause controversy.

-Carries around a little black book filled with catchphrases and nicknames to use which is saved onto a little black usb for back-up.

-Wanna play some old ass vidyas? No problem! Just download a ROM into Hoodie and slap some controllers into him. His eyes double as projectors and will display your game in a crisp format. He's also a radio.

-Henshin theme because he wants to be a special little snowflake even tho he can't henshin. But fuck it, any excuse to blast sick tunes.

-Dante pizza with left Cinder and and extra side of Battletoad with a light seasoning of tsun-tsun.

-Has a zipperpet toad named Vergy


Lenta - :iconfaroresvault: 

Ruban, Chap - :icongeneralleonhart: 

Hoodie - :iconzakutaku:

Scrunchie - :iconsenseidezzy:

Whoopie Cap - :iconever-so-nitro:

DCR: Hooded Jacket
9/1/15: Edit 2: Some slight fixes, but Kirby is here.

8/1/15: Edit 1: More in extra's plus 2 new characters added in the "Relations" section. I further apologize to the folks at Sweetie Shakes for any future shenanigans.

Daten City is about to get a lot more edgier.

Obi - DCW by ZakuTaku
Obi - DCW

Edit 1 (9/19/15): Guess who's becoming even more Groot by the second?

Art by the amazing :iconfaroresvault: who is the absolute best and you guys should totally watch.

Name: Obi Ravissepto II

Age: 144 (Born on August 5, 1990)

Gender: Male

Height:  6'11.5

Species: Angel - Guardian

Rank: Archangel

Weapon: Guinness; a long reach chainsaw.

Class: Recruit

Base: Originally Delta, moved to Psi after a bad night terror incident.


Personality: Although he still retains a bit of his goofballish behavior from his pre-war years, Obi's personality has changed over the many decades he's spent in the now ruined Daten.  He's become a tad bit stubborn and often direct and to the point when talking to some people. You can see him mumbling to himself about something, but those are rare cases. He's also become a somewhat realist. He will try his best to keep a head held high for others and for his own sake, especially in front of Anklet and Kit. But despite his stubbornness, somewhat lack of care for his safety and himself, you can bet your ass Obi will defend you to the death if you're a friend of his.


Bio: Once upon a time there was a fallen angel named Obi. He was in dire need of Jesus. Upon his time in Daten, he found other people who were also in dire need of Jesus. These are the people he called his friends, and eventually his family. During the time they spent in Daten, Obi, along with his older sister, spent their time repenting ghosts, foiling demons plans and eventually settling into the fucked up city quite well. While his elder sibling was adjusting to the new life style of no 24/7 fightan games, Obi was already on a good role before the great fall, having already found himself a job at a local bakery with a certain turbonerd, getting his butt back into school and going college bound, and meeting the closest person he could call a brother. Yup! Things seemed like they were sailing smoothly for him altogether! And eventually after years of hard work and determination, the young fallen eventually got his fair share of heavens and was allowed back into the heavenly gates. Buuuut, he wasn't quite ready to go back just yet. Due to some personal reasons, Obi didn't go back up just yet. Instead, he joined his grandfather for a 3 year trip across the world for some well needed soul searching, leaving his friends and sister behind to whatever they would do, but promised them that he would all return and keep in touch with them all.

3 years pass, and Obi comes back to Daten, welcomed in open arms as he was greeted by his newly redeemed sister and of course, the friends he'd made in Daten. Plans to stay and train more were immediately set in stone, as well as take care of that personal thing back up in heaven (with support from his closest friends to help him of course).    


So, like his life prior before his leaving, it seemed as if things were looking as clear as they were before! His future was bright, his friends had been with him through good and bad, and he nothing would ever change that... Right?


Boy, was he so wrong. He was so goddamn wrong.

Like everyone else in the abbey and in Daten, no one expected 2033 to be the year where everything went to complete and utter chaos.


Obi didn't know what to do. Nearly all of his friends were dying left and right, and the fact that the heavens were being assaulted as well, terrified him to the core. Not knowing what to do, he did what pretty much everyone else did; run. Run as fast as he could as he tried to save as much of whatever he could find. But for now, all that he and sister could do was lay low with the others....


Years, decades, centuries. Who knew how long it had been to Obi before he was able to find a suitable living place in Delta base with his sister. But over the years, the boy's personality had changed. He'd become less joyous and goofy and more of a realist, more soft spoken and that of a loner. Although he did speak most of the time and did show some smiles to people, private conversations with him over pc or in real life could prove one thing; the boy was not well. His sister was noticeable about this, spying his younger brother going days without sleep and carrying around multiple books, often talking to himself saying that he'd "help you in anyway possible", and when he got off of whatever work he was doing, he'd retreat to....somewhere.


Eventually, the elder sister left to help out at Sigma, asking the closest people she knew (in this case, Kit and Anklet) to just message the boy now and then to see how he was doing mental health wise.


And then, April 26th happened. Things began to take a turn for the screwy for Obi as he couldn't help but feel some sort of blame inside of himself as the possibility that his sister was quite possibly dead began to haunt him. Nights seemed more colder, the empty space that is their room seemed more haunted. And the night terrors.... oh, the night terrors and how they haunted him. Twisted visions of the past came back to haunt him, and the voice of a familiar rival appeared to him, taunting him for the losses he had. And even though his sister and nephew were found safe, he still couldn't help but feel some repsponsibility.

 These following factors angered Obi greately,  which resulted in a rather destructive episode of lucid dreaming that then turned into an attempted suicide, with a nearly broken sister having discovered the still breathing body, Obi was rushed to Psi and given immediate medical attention. Thankfully, a full recovery was made for the angel as he slowly gained back physical and mental health. However, he was questioned heavily for his drastic actions and this did take some time to get a response from hm, but it would eventually be Tragus who would be the one to break the camel's back as Obi confessed his troubles.

"I'm...I'm just scared. Terrified. I've lost so much over the years that I was scared of losing more. First grandpa and Aunt Jean, and now I could've lost my own sister and you, Trag. I...I just felt weak. What if couldn't save anyone? What if I wasn't strong enough to save someone. I figured that...maybe the world would've been fine without me and that you all would've been gone on like nothing happened. What good is an angel who can't even save the people closest to him?"

This response was met with both halves respecting and frustrated. Between all the "OBI, WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK, OF COURSE YOU'RE USEFUL," and the "Obi, c'mon man, you're not the one to throw a pity party," a neutral ground was found and an understanding was given to Obi. Taking some advice from his friends (as well as a few punches to the arm), Obi permenantly moved to Psi, where he would then discover a certain senorita helping out at the day care. Not one to leave one understaffed, Obi helped her out and the two eventually became friends.

Now with a renewed and healthy mindset, Obi continues to help out in anyway possible, even brushing up on some magic and training in order to help outside of the wastes. After all, he isn't gonna go down just yet! And if he does fall down, he know's that he can count on a relying hand from his family to help get him back up. Followed by a whack to the head if he ever does over do himself. After all, he knows that he's still out there, and he could never forgive himself if he lets anyone fall victim to him ever again.

Relations with others:


-Kit: Absolutely ADORES her. Practically considers and loves her a second mother.  But over the years, he has seen her personality change into more of a serious tone, fitting the role of Ophanim extremely well. But in a way, he's found himself almost scared/intimidated of her. Don't get him wrong, he absolutely cares for her with all of his heart, but there are days when he feels as if he can't get the exact words out of his mouth when talking to her (stuttering, silence, groans, etc.). But, a smack on the back of the head often get's him back to reality and back to talking terms with her. He knows that she is a busy person, and is often not the first to start up a conversation with her unless it's either important or she starts first. But besides some goof ups here and there, Obi considers Kit to be a huge part of his family and wouldn't have it any other way.


-Anklet: Like Kit, Obi absolutely adores the Cherubim as well. Anklet was the first fallen angel friend he made in Daten, and seeing how far he had come from a fallen to a Cherubim made him ever the more proud of him even more. He has butted some heads with him over the years, but it's mostly either sparring or joking around. Considers him to be a good father figure and a brother, and would gladly serve along his side.


-Tragus: What can Obi say about his nephew? Besides the fact that he's proud that the human has become a shining example of a leader in recon, or that he owes him his life for not only being there for his sister but for also knocking some sense into him, Obi finds Tragus to be an absolute joy to be around and is always happy to help him


-Romper: A friendly soul and a damn good tailor at that, Obi enjoys spending time with the resident blacksmith whenever he's in Psi. He also trusts her as someone to vent to about stuff every now and then. Also hey, another ridiculously long haired person to be friends with.


-Chaqueta: Hoo mama, where did this chickadee come from?! It started as a simple glance from afar. Then it turned into bumping into each other at the orphanage. The next thing he knows, the two are chatting up a storm about... well, anything! Upon first look at the former news reporter, Obi found himself immediately interested in the girl. And as the weeks went by, Obi found himself slowly growing fond of her company. She had quite the stories, knew how to handle herself in battle, and was just.... a cutie. He may not notice it, but he get's the honeyglow running to his cheeks whenever he spends some time with Chaqueta, and hopefully will get to know her better.


Sleeves: He's his sister, of course he loves the girl to death! Granted, the two have had their fair share of rocky roads along the way. Between Sleeves pressuring him to join up as a recruit and Obi's silence not really being the words that the elder sibling would necessarily want to hear, and you have some good bickering here and there. But in actuality, Sleeves just wants her brother to do well so she wouldn't have to worry so much about him when he does get into a fight. She's just not exactly the best person to know how to put it into words.

Rook: Goddamit, what is it with older women and Obi that he just can't get away from? Nonetheless, Obi has found Rook to be the sweetest sweetheart one could ever be. Not only was she a major help for him after his suicide attempt, he also looks to her as a person whom he knows he can trust. Also, he miiiight have had a crush on her back then? He doesn't know nor does he not want to go further into it. Either way, Rook is a solid 11/10, would smooch on the forehead.




- Henshin theme (Placeholder? It is a mystery)

-Guinness isn't his only weapon! He has Oldman, a Crescent Moon Spade given to him by his grandfather after his three year travel with him. Keeps it in a secret compartment and trains with it every now and then.

-Still has nightmares once every blue moon, but they are not as intense as they were before

- Has a mother and father that were up in heaven pre-war wise. As of now, their information/whereabouts is still pretty unknown to both siblings.

- Has grown out his hair by a fuck-ton. This decision was based off of a conversation he had with Kit, saying that he'd look quote on quote "pretty hella" if he grew it. This has lead to many of the kids in Psi using it as a hiding spot, a snuggie, puling on it for fun and to get his attention, and most notably, some of them calling him "Mufasa" or a lion.

-Will play the part of the supportive rock often too much, which has lead to him getting a few scrapes now and then. Dismisses them as flesh wounds and tells others not to worry. Spoiler alert: Some worry.

- Has a rapid and very high fear of disappointing and letting others down. Seeing how the closest people to a mother and father figure are heads of bases, Obi knows that he has to work hard. In fact, it's one of the few reasons why he chose to become a ranger; to not let them down. Couple that with wanting to prove the night terrors that taunted him wrong, and the angel does his best to push himself to try and not only protect himself, but also the family he's grown to know and love.

-Often thinks that many of his friends could be better off without him. And then get's smacked in the back of the head back to reality by said friend(s).

-Has a various assortment of cloaks.

-Has shown interest in learning magic.

-Still has his Zipper Rat Netsuke to this day. Granted missing an eye and leg.

-Has had a few incidents where he has almost tripped on his hair. One incident being during a race against Pom. Fell flat right on his face.

-Still carves wood as a hobby. Makes little figurines for the kids and friends.

-tfw you have to duck under some entrances.


-Chumhandle/Trillian Username: mildtemperedGuardian

Obi, Sleeves - :iconzakutaku:

Kit, Tragus, Rook - :iconfaroresvault:

Anklet, Romper - :iconvividexplorer:

Chaqueta - :iconsenseidezzy:

Through the magical power (and demands) of hitagashi and Eevelion ,  I give you this journal. God I haven't done one of these in a while. Two years maybe? I dunno, but here's the thing.

Comment anything and i will:

1. tell you something I learned about you by looking at your dA for 20 seconds.

2. tell you a color you remind me of.

3. tell you an element I think you belong to. (water, fire, earth, air, etc.)

4. tell you what character you remind me of. (anime, manga, movies, books, etc.)

5. ask you a question, and you must answer.

6. tell you something that I like about you.

7. tell you what I would say if we woke up in the same bed together

8. tell you what food / flavor / smell you remind me of.

9.  guess your gender

10. tell you to put this in your own journal.

  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: SBFC
  • Reading: Gangsta.
  • Watching: TOME
  • Playing: Dad Gone Ron Paul


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