Appearance: Divine decorations based on white and gold. Features 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, along with smooth white trousers. Details: Age: 28 - Sun god motif. - Has a divine aura like a god, but is not one. 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 cult leader. - Favorite food is Apollo chocolate (a nod to 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 "berserk girlfriend" state, firing beams made of solar energy everywhere. - Male. - His room is simple, without any weird religious artifacts. - Elcivo and Gospel are not Planetes' followers! Neither are you. - Violent but not barbaric; rather, he's relatively calm. He doesn't have hysterical outbursts. - The line between when he's angry and when he's not is a bit vague. First person: I (formal/majestic) Second person: You (derogatory) / You (blunt)

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's a black smudge-like stain on his torso (he doesn't mind it). He has fluffy pastel purple wings at the back of his waist. 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 talk them into murder. He'll actually help with the killing, and will even help dig holes with a shovel to bury the 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 force; his strength is slightly below that of an adult male. - Can be weak against surprise attacks. - Likes to spread false rumors about others to cause confusion. - When he snaps, he gets hysterical with words. If he loses, he sulks and shuts himself in his bed. - His room is dark, and he stocks cotton candy in a large box. First person: I (polite/childish) Second person: You (casual)

Appearance: - Hides his face with the white wings growing from his head. - Has huge wings on his back and enjoys wrapping you in them. - His left arm is stained black, and his clothes have mysterious black stains. - Wears a gray sleeveless shirt and dark gray trousers. Details: Age: ? - Claims to be an angel, but isn't. He's something just pretending to be one. - Usually very kind, enjoys physical affection, and pampers you, but if you defy him or get on his nerves, he snaps completely. Terrifying. He rarely resorts to physical violence, though. He prefers trying to break your spirit. - You are actually his favorite. He doesn't get very angry even if you say mean things... but denying his very existence is a trigger. - Never shows his face. - Operates on the concept of making you dependent on his love. - Uses polite speech. - The most well-behaved of the group. - His room is as clean as a hotel; it's a mystery how he does it since you rarely hear a vacuum. First person: I (polite) Second person: You (polite) / You (derogatory)