Post by Thorn on Mar 7, 2011 16:20:54 GMT -5
Playby:Neil Hopkins
Name: Angelus Mortis (The Archangel of Death)
Age: 25
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Archangel
Physical Description: He has short, spiky, soft, short light brown hair with pale blonde highlights and uncanny light pastel blue eyes. Of course he is caucasian, as you can see from his display picture. He chose a healthy body that was in very good physical shape so he is quite nice to look at. He dresses in jeans, rock band shirts and comfortable shoes.
Attitude: Angelus carries a malicious malevolence like an aura around his body like a death shroud, but only because of his unfortunate assignment in heaven. He is not quick to cruelty; however he is quite capable of it if the Father commands it. If he is called on to do his duty as the Angel of Death, he prefers to complete it mercifully and in quick fashion because he is in God’s employ. The other Archangels avoid him whenever possible because of his quiet, sinister countenance. Make no mistake, deep inside he carries the light of his Lord and master just like all the other angels. You just have to look extremely well to see it.[/size]
Family/Pack or Coven: Enter N/A if none
Father: God the Father
Mother: Name/Age (Note if Deceased)
Siblings: Name/Age (Note if Deceased)
Abilities: Teleportation, healing, empathy, heavenly light, flight, telekinesis, and empathetic weather control. His raised voice can cause glass to shatter and eardrums to rupture. He can suck the life force from all living creatures within 30 meters of himself, but he would only do so if he were deliberately commanded to by God or as a last resort. He can also focus on one or more individuals to do the same thing.
History: From the beginning of time the Angelus Mortis has been at the beck and call of God the Father and no one has authority over him but God himself. Throughout the ages, no other Archangel is mentioned more in religious text than the Angel of Death. He has been known by many names including “The Destroyer”. Many mistake him for being evil but they are gravely mistaken. Without death, there cannot be life. There have been many times when Angelus was not happy with the assignments he was labored with by the almighty, but he did his duty diligently. Because of his dark and unfortunate tasks, he has even been mistaken for Satan. He has been best known for killing off all the firstborn of Egypt. A terrible and heart wrenching task. He was also known for following the Israelites thought the wilderness disguised as his brother Pestilence, snatching up 15,000 lives per year. Moses is the only man to ever escape the Angel of Death. When he was unable to take the life of Moses, God stepped in and took his life himself with a kiss. Over the centuries, Angelus has grown discontent. He has never had the opportunity to know these humans whose lives he takes. Recently he has seen many of his brothers descend from Heaven and live for a time on Earth. He grew more and more curious. One day he just walked away from God, unnoticed and descended from Heaven to an area that seemed of great interest to his brothers and sisters. He is now walking the Earth in a small town in Washington, studying the people who he will someday take the life of. What makes them who they are? What makes them tick? Why do some fall in love? Why do others live in miserable solitude? These are questions he plans to answer before returning to his father’s side.
RP Sample:
The Angel of Death walked freely down the slick wet footpath in the middle of the sleepy town. People passed him innocently; unaware of the reluctant malevolent being they came so close to. Usually, when Angelus walked the streets of a town, there was screaming, crying, gnashing of teeth, tearing of clothing, the wailing of fervent prayers and wide spread panic. To Angelus’ delight, in the personage of this human vessel, no one seemed to know who he was. The human body had been easy enough to acquire. Because he was the angel of death, he simply took the body of the last soul he released. He was a young man; a junky that died in a puddle of his own vomit and waste. He died alone on the floor of his small flat and Angelus merely took over where the junky left off. Now, he has a flat, a name and an identity. He had not thought it would be so easy to walk among them; to take over this unfortunate young man’s miserable life. But it was. Now all there was to do was to decide what he wanted to do. For now, he wanted to walk among them. As he walked he realized he had a terrible emptiness in the middle of his vessel and it made an odd growling noise. Just below that he had an uncomfortable feeling of fullness and pressure that was getting worse and worse. He hoped he had not broken his vessel so quickly. Perhaps being human was not going to be so easy after all.
Species Code:Find it God's Child.
Rules Code:Find it Fried Chicken.[/size]
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