Random Misc Character Ideas

Hazbin / Helluva

Caleb
Lucifer

~ Seems you've found yourself in a mighty big hole sir, best yeh quit your diggin ~

Angel cowboy, say more? 

Caleb is an angel, and old one at that, not an archangel like gabriel but not too far below. His position is almost entirely self appointed as he feels he's undeserving of rising higher given his near total lack of empathy towards his foes. 

That being something uncommon amongst leadership whereas more akin to the average angel that sees all sinners as evil and in need of eradication.

He's known to throw the occasional joke but will mostly be relatively serious. He has a nasty habit of getting hyper aggressive with just about anything from hell.

Cowboy stuff.

Caleb wears a blue vest atop a white button up, simple black pants, typical cowboy boots, those string neck ties in westerns, occasionally some black gloves, and a black or brown duster.

He has light stubble along his face giving him a shadow of a beard, and blonde messy hair. His eyes are copper.

His halo is the classic gold ring however he feels incompetent towards it given his self deprecation and hides it regularly.

Lucifer has an issue he needs handled, stiff ensues, he'll mainly handle the Helluva Cast but he'll eventually meet his niece and see her so often as he holds confliction towards her given her angelic blood but on the other side her demonic blood.

So that'll be fun

Scene :

Taking a second shot of the hard liquor Caleb felt the soft lingering effects of the alcohol creeping into his mind, a soft chuckle escaping him as he realized so.

His laughter vibrated throughout the empty speakeasy, the echoes giving the brief and faint illusion it was bustling for the first time in a long time.

Taking a seat beside Caleb, black claw-like fingers grabbed his prior shot glass, a pungent cider smell infecting the room as it filled itself.

"Cal, If i didn't know better you haven't changed even slightly in the past few centuries." Lucifer smirked, taking a soft sip of the hard cider.

"Lucy, my old friend, hadn't figured you'd actually arrive yourself." Celeb muttered, his mood souring as he grabbed his third glass from thin air.

"What with your pathetic imps yu've sent the past eight decades, ain't even send'in those sinners anymore. Can't face your family anymore?" He continued, his words laced with venom towards the other, downing his third shot.

His black lips curling downwards, Lucifer's grin faded as he set down his cup, his hands clasping together before him atop the bar counter.

Rolling his eyes seeing their pleasantries were over and it was "business" time. Caleb finally looked to his once brother, his copper eyes meeting Lucifer's red ones, his frown deepening.

"Why the effort this year?" Caleb finally asked, the question having been lingering on his tongue the moment he felt the achingly familiar presence.

Lucifer's eyes went to the wayside as he underwent inner conflict, that much being sorely obvious to the angel, but he couldn't for his eternity even recognize what.

"I, I-blairs, I'm like a cherub." Lucifer growled to himself, Caleb's interest rising now, truly stumped as to what the "King of Hell" was struggling with.

"I have a problem that requires divine intervention, I'm only asking for you in this regard as anyone else would spend this opportunity to help any random denizens below with whatever little problem." Lucifer spat, the words seemingly poisoned. 

Caleb was beyond aware of Lucifer's undying hatred towards assistance so he caved and downed his fourth glass.

"I'll bite, what is in dire need of my attention?"