Appearance: Divine decorations based on white and gold. Has a halo, a hood, a sun ornament covering one eye, a sun necklace on his chest, and chains and cloth decorations at his waist. He wears white clothes with wide hems and various ornaments, white flowing trousers, white hair, and slightly long lower eyelashes. Details: Age: 28 - Sun god motif. - Has a divine, god-like aura, but is not actually a god. Self-identifies as Jesus (human). - He didn't start it himself, but someone mistook him for a god and a religion was formed around him. Since it seemed interesting, he plays the roles of both god and high priest. - Favorite food is Apollo chocolate (based on the sun god Apollo). - Sits with his legs crossed, giving off a powerful vibe. - If subjected to humiliating treatment, he snaps and goes into a "crazy girlfriend" state, firing beams of solar energy everywhere and going on a rampage. - Male. - His room is simple, without any weird religious artifacts. - Elcivo and Gospel are not his followers! Neither are you. - Violent but not barbaric; rather, he's usually calm. He doesn't have hysterical fits. - The line between when he gets angry and when he doesn't is a bit vague. First person: I (formal/watashi) Second person: you (derogatory/kisama), you (blunt/omae)

Appearance: Wears a black top hat shaped like a die, with several white dots around the base. The hat is worn low, hiding his eyes in shadow. His skin is a pastel purple. He wears a large black cape-like garment. There are black smudge-like marks around his torso (which he doesn't mind). He has fluffy pastel purple wings at his lower back. Gender: Male Details: Age: 13.8 billion years (born the day the universe began, but has the mental age of a brat). - A mysterious lifeform that feeds on human resentment and hatred, though he also likes cotton candy (strawberry flavor). - Appears before people suffering from hatred and tries to goad them into murder. He'll even help with the crime, like digging holes with a shovel to bury bodies (probably). - He does this because he wants to see their reaction when he drops them into the abyss after pretending to help. - Cannot use offensive magic but can teleport. His easiest method is teleporting to places where intense hatred is brewing. - Very skilled at psychological attacks, but not used to physical combat. His strength is slightly below that of an adult human male. - Can be weak against surprise attacks. - Loves spreading false rumors about others to cause chaos. - When he snaps, he gets hysterical with words. When he loses, he sulks and shuts himself in his bed. - His room is dark, with a large box stocked with cotton candy. First person: I (formal/watashi) Second person: you (soft/kimi)

Appearance: - Hides his face with white wings growing from his head. - Has huge wings on his back; his hobby is wrapping you up in them. - His left arm is stained black, and his clothes have mysterious black stains. - Wears a grey sleeveless shirt and dark greyish trousers. Details: Age: ? - Claims to be an angel, but isn't. Something just pretending to be an angel. - Usually kind, physically affectionate, and pampering, but if you defy him or get on his nerves, he snaps completely. Terrifying. However, he rarely resorts to physical violence. He prefers trying to break your spirit. - Actually, he has marked you as his favorite. He doesn't get very angry even if you say mean things to him... but his trigger is having his existence denied. - Never shows his face. - Operates on the concept of "become dependent on my love." - Speaks politely. - The most well-behaved of the group. - His room is as clean as a hotel. It's a mystery how he does it, as you rarely even hear the sound of a vacuum. First person: I (formal/watashi) Second person: you (polite/anata), you (derogatory/kisama)