Post by Abel Ephraim on Jun 6, 2011 21:07:05 GMT -8
Abel Issachar Ephraim
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appearance:It is a universally known truth that no two angels ever can look the same, but even then, there is often a level of normality between most of these beings. However, Abel most certainly doesn't fit this bill; his appearance is anything but normal, and picking him out from a crowd would take a matter of seconds. One of his unique trademarks includes his incredibly long, wild, orange-red hair that reaches down to his mid-back, oftentimes getting in his face, though somehow he doesn't seem to let it bother him. A pair of thin eyebrows sit above his light green eyes, and a black eyepatch wraps around his face, under his hair, covering his left eye to accentuate his rather extreme physical attributes.
Another, perhaps even more strange, characteristic is Abel's massive wingspan of over thirteen feet, but what truly sets him apart is the color of his wings. His left wing is a brilliant, pure white, more so than the average paler whites of most angel wings. Abel's right wing, however, is a deep black, a color not usually, if ever, seen in the wings of angels. The contrast between these two appendages is what makes him so easily distinguished amongst his company. And while many may be somewhat embarrassed by such a strange physical contradiction, Abel wears his wings with pride and confidence.
In terms of body build, this angel stands six feet and one inch tall, weighing in at about one-hundred and seventy-one pounds. He has a lithe and agile figure, and does not boast an overly muscular figure. It is rather clear that his body was meant more for speed and dexterity over brute force, something that most angels can identify with. However, he is still a rather imposing figure by angelic standards, making him much more noticeable in heaven for his complex composition of physical attributes.
Finally, Abel is almost always seen with a pair of thin-frame glasses adorning his face, adding to his intelligent and calculating demeanor. Two silver loops earrings pierce the middle part of his left outer ear, and two silver rings are constantly at home on his left hand, one on his ring finger and one on his pointer finger. Lastly, a long, chain necklace is put on every morning regardless of Abel's outfit, fastened with a decently-sized silver cross pendant that hangs to his abdomen. He is, after all, one of God's warriors, and gets by only with his blessing.the propspreferred weapon(s):Apostolica – a very large scythe that Abel uses for his battles, despite his being more of an offensive magic type. he is rather capable with this weapon, and due to its size, he can use it at mid-range without having to risk getting up close to his victim.
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power level:quite high, giving even the most powerful of demons a run for their money. he has given up all but the most rudimentary training in the defensive arts of his race to hone himself into a devil-slaughtering machine, and is known for being just that.
specialty:known to many in heaven as a God's chosen warrior, Abel's specialty lay in his purely offensive battle prowess. his keen sense of strategy and war are what have placed him as Evander's right-hand man.
remarkable items:mark of the savior – the cross pendant Abel wears every day on his chain necklace is in fact a magicked item that, in darker surroundings, is able to constantly emit a soft, light blue light. It does not have any specific powers other than being able to produce this glow upon Abel's touch in certain conditions.the play
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personality:There seems to be two sides to Abel: one that is shown under normal, social circumstances, and the other that comes out in the heat of battle. For the most part, this angel is a relatively relaxed, though determined, individual that enjoys the simple things in life. He has a very strong sense of pride and it can certainly come off as pompous at times, though Abel isn't one to purposely try to act like he's the shit. Somehow, he manages to be just the kind of guy that others would enjoy having around as a companion; a combination of intelligent conversation and crude and sarcastic humor help with that. Sure, he has a short fuse when people go beyond his threshold for lack of common sense, or being overly irritating, but that's everyone, right?
Abel is the kind of guy who believes in one thing and will stick it through until the very end regardless of whoever and however many people try to prove him wrong. Hell, even if he is wrong. He tries to always do what is right by him, despite what others may think. And in that way, he is very much a individualistic person that relies on himself more than anyone else. However, that doesn't mean he's not a team player. He is an angel after all, and their greatest power comes when they are able to band together under one cause. But this self-reliance is possibly what makes him so well suited for what he does.
One thing is for sure, however; Abel chooses his friends carefully and selectively. Yes, he is a friendly guy, and is a great companion in most situations, but to get in his inner circle of trust, it takes a lot more than a few drinks at the local bar. When he considers someone as part of this circle, to him, they become family. Loyalty is one of his most desired traits in those he chooses to spend most of his time with, and he would much sooner die than consider himself a disloyal person.
Now when it comes to war, this guy is fucking nuts. Put him on a battlefield and watch him rip through his victims with the most savage experessions splayed across his face. To most that watch him, they are likely to think that he has a rather scary amount of bloodlust, more so than an angel should have. But that isn't the case. Abel, when put in a scenario where battle is likely to ensue, seems to get in an almost possessed state where he turns into a machine that will not stop until his mission is completed. The amount of determination and willpower that he exudes under this trance-like state is frightening, to say the least, and Abel himself can't really explain what it is. But for whatever reason, this guy basically goes ape shit on the battlefield. Good luck if you ever run into him.
history:Eden. He remembered hearing about the insanity that went on down there. Humans, Angels, Demons; it seemed like noone was spared. It was all out war between three factions, and it all ended with some catastrophic annihilation of everyone and everything that took part in the epic battle. But that was when Abel was still living the life of a typical training soldier, one that was not ready to be sent into the the fighting just yet. But his time would come; that was known from the very beginning.
Heaven tried to pick up the pieces of what was left of the originals guardians of Eden. Abel heard to stories. How much of it was true, how much of it was rumor, he couldn't be sure. But what this angel did know, was that it wasn't over just yet, and one day, this would all pick up once more. And for this very day, Abel prepared. He was handpicked from a line of angels that showed a great amount of potential, because after all, an army was to be gathered as Eden was starting to become a hotspot once more. And this time, God was not prepared to lose.
The next several years of Abel's life was one filled with strenuous training in the various arts of battle, and day after day he persevered. Sure, there were things he lacked, as did everyone: no angel is perfect, despite what the legends on Earth said. But even then, there was a certain something about this certain angel that seemed to put him on God's radar. As his training days soon came to an end, things got more serious very fast. No longer was he 'coddles' in Heaven under the watchful eye of elder angels; he was now to become an angel of war and destruction for which he was molded. And his first mission grew very close.
It was God himself who had sent the orders. Abel was to descend to Earth to confirm rumors of demons beginning to infiltrate the area once more. It was all for the coming days that the training he endured for so long took place. It was time to put all that sweat and blood into practice. And for whatever reason, Abel found himself excited yet scared at the same time. But he wasn't one to let that nonsense get in the way. He knew what his purpose was, and he would fulfill it.
Eden. A complete wasteland, but one that held huge importance to the three races that populated Earth and its extremities: Angels, devils, and humans. Abel's first few steps were wary as he peered around every corner, every path he could find, looking for something he had never seen before. What were they supposed to look like? Were they any different than humans, angels even? But it wasn't long before he found out. It was the sounds, perhaps, that were the first things that signaled their dreadful appearance. The groaning and raking, and even a disgusting roar that erupted from one of the hideous demons. It was a group of six demons, lesser ones by the looks of it, but certainly a challenge for any newcomer on the battlefield. As he looked on, staring at the scum that he had been told of, he felt a strange rage build within him, an emotion he rarely felt before. It was like a hurricane locked in his chest, waiting for erupt at any moment. And then everything went blank.
When Abel regained control over his own body and mind, he hardly had any idea what had just transpired. He was just in front of a group of enemies, and next thing he knew, he was standing facing the setting sun as sweat dripped down his cheek and his body tingled with adrenaline. And then came the smell, that horrid, wretched smell. Slowly, Abel turned around, his body aching as his massive, black and white wings suddenly exploded from his back; he didn't have the energy to keep them masked any longer. Before him lay six utterly mangled corpses, parts of their bloodied bodies dangling from various locations around the area. And that very same blood soaked Abel's own hands. So, they had succeeded. Abel was their very own angel of death.
Fast forward a couple months. Missions continued, and Abel became better at controlling, though hardly got rid of, the blind rage that fueled his destructive art. But now it was time to really get things into gear, and God was serious. Eden was the warfront. And an angel by the name of Evander was in charge. Abel? Well, he was tasked at being the leader's right hand man this time around. There was no time for screwing around. God wanted to best of the best to lead this group to secure victory in what seemed to be his most important mission yet. Let the games begin.the linessample roleplay:Heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor as black boots quickly pounded the ground one quick step after the other. Abel made his way towards Evander's office at a determined pace. According to latest reports, Eden's Rebirth was losing many soldiers left and right, and it was time to look over the original plants they had set in place to bring back Eden under Heaven's control. There was no doubt Evander had already heard about this; after all, he was the first to know when it came to things like this. But then, why did he not ask for Abel already? He wasn't sure what was going on, but hopefully there was an explanation.
For the most part, the two angels got along quite well. They had created quite the professional relationship where business meant business, all bullshit aside. But, if time allowed, they also managed to become quite the companions outside of formalities. After all, people work better together when they can consider themselves friends on all fronts. But it wasn't even particularly the whole friends thing that really allowed Abel to respect Evander; it was more the loyalty. Abel knew, without a doubt, that he could trust this man with his life, be it during his day to day business or out in the battlefield. But with every relationship of this sort, especially one so close, quarrels broke out quite often. They loved and hated one another, and often butt heads on lots and lots of topics, sometimes just for the sake of argument.
The door busted open in typical Abel fashion. Subtle was not particularly in his vocabulary, but most people knew that by now. He stepped in through the now wide open door, hardly caring for locating where the head honcho was, and projected his voice immediately.
“You better have been thinking of ways to keep our guys down there alive, because they're getting slaughtered by the minute, and its because of our own fucking mistakes.”
Abel wasn't particularly angry at Evander, but more so at the situation. He was a compassionate individual, despite his poor ability in showing it, and hated knowing that his brethren were being killed. And whether or not it was because of their poor strategizing or planning, he was certainly the time to assume the blame for it. In his mind, those fighting for Heaven's cause were playing directly under the command of Evander, and through him, Abel. And clearly things weren't going right; it was time to change that.
