Stolen from ... Again.



1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself!

OC's:
- Hell's Heir Amaranth;
- Demon Sitri;
- Armen von Hellebore.

How old are you?
Amaranth: ... You do not need to know that. Not at all... *is 25 years old and has a lover who is at least a few thousands of years older*
Sitri: Older than the mankind, that's all I am going to say ^^.
Armen: 17. So?

What's your height?
Amaranth: 192 cm.
Sitri: Perfect - 175 cm.
Armen: 173 cm.

Are you a virgin?
Amaranth: Of course I'm not.
Sitri: You don't seem to know, so I'll tell you: I am a demon of sex... And some other things as well ^^. So... How do you think? *winks*
Armen: No. I lost my virginity four years ago.

Who's your mate/spouse?
Amaranth: Sometimes I wonder if there's only one... But let's say my mate is Archangel Gabriel. Oh and... If he asked... I answered without hesitation, ok?
Sitri: That depends... When? They change too quickly ^^'. But I love Amaranth the most! And now I kind of love Gabriel too... And I really like to molest Armen, because then Razjel gets sooo angry... And it's fun ^^ *smiles a sadistic smile*
Armen: Razjel. If I said more, he would be mad... Again. Probably. Who knows? Oh, whatever, it doesn't matter. He loves me too much to leave me anyway, so I guess I can say: he's not exactly the only one - but he will be in the end.

Do you have any kids?
Amaranth: Sadly, no. Even though angels are supposed to be able to change their genders, no matter how hard I try, I just can't impregnate this one. My father, Lucifer, had the same problem with his angelic lover.
Sitri: Nah, no way. I hate children. On the other hand, sometimes they grow up to be handsome men... But just... No. *disgusted*
Armen: No, I can't. I may be an angel and able to become a woman (if needed, but I'll never do that; I despise women), but I can't have children. Don't ask.

What's your favourite food?
Amaranth: Well... I like to drink my angel's blood ^^. It's so tasty and I love the way he protests whenever I bite him.
Sitri: I can feed on feelings. I like lust the best... No surprises here, right?
Armen: Don't have one. I don't need to eat, so I try to avoid it.

What's your favourite ice cream flavor?
Amaranth: Vanilla I guess.
Sitri: I love all kinds of ice cream! Literally.
Armen: Cherry.

Have you killed anyone?
Amaranth: Ah, finally a good question. Sure, but I can't tell you how many creatures - I don't remember all of them.
Sitri: Not really, no. I make others kill for me ^^. I'm not a killer!
Armen: No, I don't think so.

Do you hate anyone?
Amaranth: Sure. Uriel, for example. I'd like to burn him to ashes, but - somehow - he always gets away... Besides, there are many human beings than I hate.
Sitri: No. How could I? *innocent look*
Armen: No. They're not worth my hatred. I'd rather say that I despise them - all women. Maybe excluding Lilith...

Have any secrets?
Amaranth: As if I would tell you...
Sitri: Of course ^_^.
Armen: Who doesn't?

Do you love anyone?
Amaranth: Yes. I love David (my falcon), Gabriel, my father and... My mother too. Kind of. Well, maybe not love, but I like her. Somehow. A bit. And I love Sitri as well, even though he can be annoying.
Sitri: Yeah! But I love so many creatures, that I can't decide which one I love the most... ^^"
Armen: Who knows? But Razjel loves me, so I just may love him back. I guess I do.

What is your job?
Amaranth: I am the Antichrist and the heir of Hell. Good job, but not well-paid.
Sitri: I am a Prince of Hell... Oh, wait, it's not a job or is it?
Armen: Don't have one. I'm just an angel... Or maybe a fallen angel already, I'm not sure. Haven't been up there for quite some time anyway, so I wouldn't know.

What do you do to relax?
Amaranth: X3 Well, it requires a certain angel and some free space to do it... And other than that, I like to read. Or just spend some time alone, doing nothing.
Sitri: I am always relaxed ^^.
Armen: Annoy my lover. That always works.