This is a private rp between me and Danny! Do not post here please and thank you. <3

Feel free to read along.

Nate is around 6'1, brandishing surprisingly straight posture. He retains a muscled figure, but not bulky or broad. He has unruly hair, curly, dark and mostly the same length everywhere. He doesn't do much to it other than wash it.

His face is on the sharp side, full and flat eyebrows, a scar down the very end of his right eyebrow. He has green eyes, a flat-button nose and thin pale-pink lips.

Nate is a handful. He is quite fitted for his job unfortunately. As you might expect from someone who willingly battles the undead, dead and not dead. He can be quite trigger happy and skittish but that usually works out as long as nobody else is working with him.

However, he does seek out fights, throwing hands is a pastime he is sadly good at. He tends to be reckless and aggressive ..with masochistic tendencies, without much for self-preservation. He throws himself in the line of fire, among other things. A severe risk taker. It would take a lot to convince a normal person he wasn't at least somewhat clinically insane just based of the fact that he laughs when it hurts.

A more normal part is his lack of trust and cold first impressions. Most of those starting with the barrel of a gun. Nate tries, sometimes, to be friendly, but it usually comes out as sarcasm and bitterness.

He grew up in the life of hunting the unseen, taught by his- now passed- father, after a while he slowly descended in a way, without anything to live for, he just accepted that if he died he dies. So why not have a bit of fun while he's at it. He developed some interesting coping mechanisms- if you could call them that.

He was nicknamed the Hyena by most who are aware of him because he laughs- involuntarily- when afraid or in pain.

Unfortunately he likes to drink, a lot. It'd take a couple bottles of straight, hard alcohol to get him drunk. At this point he just likes the taste.

'Tempe' | Lil' Angel Thang

Tempe is about 5'5 (She's really 5'4 but she rounds up) and is about the textbook definition of someone named Daisy. Light blonde, wavy hair that goes down to the back of her shoulder blades and sky blue eyes that have a certain doe-like quality to them that makes her look innocent. And a little angelic. They also have the tiniest of golden flecks throughout the iris. If she so chooses, she has pristine white feathered wings that are big enough to envelope her whole body. They are gilded with a gold, shiny color along the wingtips. She has a lean, almost petite build that doesn't sport much muscle. Her gait is light, almost to the point of being floaty.

Tempe may look like an angel, but she doesn't always act like one. She can often be seen as sarcastic and teasing, and a little less outgoing than most. She's like the Tinkerbell of angels- Sassy, usually unable to he heard, but still gets her point across anyway. She can be quite hot headed and has a strong moral compass. If something crosses that, she won't hesitate to set it straight. She is also an avid animal lover, and in her free time can often be found with one or another.

N/A

Temperance had just received her latest assignment, since her last mission had finally been finished. It was... a slightly strange one, since it seemed rather important. She blinked at the list provided of assignment details before tucking it into her pocket and looking down from the building she was perched on. She was in a red shirt, a leather jacket, black leggings, and boots, her hair curled into ringlets. Not very angel-like attire, but it was her style, so. She huffed and simply hopped off the edge, taking off easily. She went up rather than in any sort of direction, almost reaching cloud height. Before she did, she slowed the beats of her wings until she began to fall, letting gravity tilt her body backwards as she stretched her arms out, simply cruising for a few hundred feet before, with a snap, she was right where she intended to be. Or, she was pretty sure it was where she was supposed to be. In a slightly dingy hotel room, seeming a little low budget. She looked around plopped on the bed, letting her wings stretch out to graze the ceiling in boredom.

Nathan was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He'd been there since yesterday morning- the room looked pretty good considering. He spat, rised his mouth and washed his face and wet his hair slightly, he dried his face out and shook his hair, it looked fine enough for being alone in a hotel room. Without a shirt on. He was in some navy colored jeans and dark brown boots. Brandishing a neatly patterned belt. He had a bracelet, it was a chain with a protection sigil in it. He walked out of the bathroom door, stopping. Apparently he wasn't alone. He whipped a glossy cedar handled/gripped pistol out from where it was tucked behind his back and aimed diiirectly at the angel's face. He looked her up and down. He tilted his head slightly. "Who the hell are you?" His voice came out harsh, evenly toned. The vein in his right arm was showing slightly. A stoic look on his face.

Tempe gently folded her wings in as she heard footsteps. The particularly strange part about this assignment was that she was supposed to be... seen. Usually, she just hovered, invisibly, and did her job. This would make it more complicated- especially since she hadn't spoken to a living person in... a while. She tilted her head as the man walked out. Shirtless. Strange choice. She raised her eyebrows at him as he whipped put his pistol, surprised but unimpressed. "Your new best friend. You have so few heaven decided it had to interfere out of pity." She said flatly, staring him right in the eyes without looking at his gun. "Also, these don't work on me. Best not to waste your bullets." She added, a slightly sarcastic smile playing across her lips as she reached slowly forward, pressing one finger under the barrel of the gun, and gently pushing it up so it faced the ceiling.

He stared at her blankly, he'd dealt with demons before, even had a blade for them. But they never had wings, he was trying to not look awed st the size of them as he walked deeper into the room. Nor did heaven send them. He was rather shocked, actually, he'd never seen an angel. Let alone spoke to it. He watched her gently push the gun up, he uncocked it and walked off, slightly amused. He put the pistol down on a small round table next to a bag. "Of all the things I never expected to be taller than one." He shuffled through the bag, trying to remember what all he'd done the night before. His back was turned to her, paying little to no attention to her, hoping she'd speak first. He sat down with his notepad, elbows on the table and read while sipping on a bottle of whiskey.

*"I dont drink like a sober man"*))

Tempe fluttered her wings softly as he uncocked his gun, giving him the most 'That's what I thought look' as he moved off. He was strangely nonchalant about it after trying to shove a gun up her nose. She looked... so insulted at the short joke. "Uncalled for, much? I'll have you know I am a very normal height." She huffed, crossing her legs and leaning back on the bed. She narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you actually think we look like? Men from a biker gang that are 6'7"?" She asked sarcastically, rustling her wings as he turned off from her. Oh, this assignment was going to be just peachy. She watched him as he settled, raising her eyebrows. "...whatcha reading there, drunkie?" She asked sarcastically.

He smirked back at her. "Thats almost exactly what I was thinking." He shrugged, flipping through the notes. It was coming back to him. A ways North, he'd read about it. And it looked like a monster, werewolves maybe. He took a pencil and scribbled something, looking up at her. "What?" He glanced at the bottle he put on the table and the notepad. "My notes." He picked the bottle back up and took another sip, giving her a look. "My job requires a little research. You can't just call 811-Ghost-hunter." He said in a slightly bitter tone, flipping the notebook over.

"Well, sorry to disappoint." Tempe quipped lightly, standing and strolling around the room to let her wings stretch a little as she observed the space. She glanced over at him, waiting for him to be completely finished before she responded. "It wasn't a personal attack. Just being curious." She shrugged, tucking her wings again and walking to his side to look at the notes over his shoulder in interest. She read what she could of the somewhat haphazard writing.