Post by Remiel Smith on Aug 12, 2009 2:41:18 GMT
Remiel Smith
"It's a lonely, loney road we're on,
this side of paradise"
character basics
NICKNAMES:"Mercy of God", Rem, Mr. Smith
AGE: unknown but appears to be in his late thirtees.
BIRTHDAY: unknown
GROUP: Light Being
SPECIES: Archangel
OCCUPATION Head Redeemer
GENDER: male
PLAY-BY: Simon Bakerappearance
Since it is next to impossible to disguise the all encompassing, eternal love of the father God, humans are understandably drawn towards Remiel's human form. He is never one to blend in with the crowd. In fact, nothing about him appears completely normal. Locks of gold, like the rays of the midday sun, tangle in a mess of curls crowning his head. His hair is truly beautiful and, when on earth, he tends to take good care of it. This isn't vanity of course, but rather a practice of keeping assimulated to the mortal world. His face is one of masculin beauty, at times seeming to radiate with a light glow. His features here on earth are not perfect but they offer a glimpse of his true form, if only very subtley, with high cheek bones, a strong chin and beautiful blue eyes. His eyes are certainly captivating, holding a bright blue hue the colour of early morning sky. They are almond shaped, hooded, and drawn slightly downward, and are not without crow's feet from laughter and joy. His face is delicately creased with lines of age, although he body never truly ages at all.
Remiel, at first glance, can seem like a push over but upon further inspection, his body is strong and well knit. He is more than capable of defending himself with physical force, if, and only if, it is necessary. His appearance is one of overall health and vigor. He is mostly comfortable in his human visage after many, many years of doing what he does.
Angelic Form:
His true form, like all angels, could cause mortals to go blind at their first glimpse of him and the overwhelming light of heaven and God's love that he radiates. This is of course completed with a wide expanse six magnificent alabaster feathered wings. Although he never lets his true form be known, bits of it slip through, especially when he is attempting to redeem a soul, or when he is angry. When angry, it is common for his blue eyes to become clouded in white so that no trace of pupil can be seen. He also has within his power, to manifest two shadowy versions of wings that can be projected onto whatever is behind him. This can have a frightening effect to most humans, or be a warning to a Dark one to stay away.
Fashion:
Finally, Remiel's choice of clothing is very traditional, even though the depression has just hit the United States. He usually appears in the same clothing every day, but it never gets soiled and he doesn't have to worry about hygien at all. He can be seen in a dark suit with a white undershirt with the collar sticking out and sleeve cuffs protruding slightly from his sleeves. This is complete with black slacks and glossy, black square tipped shoes. The one thing that can truely give him away as an angel in disguise is the series of markings that claim his whole back. These markings look like black tattoos, but in reality are many brands imprinted on the flesh. They are witten in the lanuage of the angels, and tells of the creation of the heavens and earth by God, the battles of the angels, and the fall of Lucifer, the fall of humanity after him, and so on and so forth. All of this is centered around the seven seals of the higher Archangels.personality
First and foremost, Remiel is an Archangel of God, one of the many not included in the main seven. His love for his creator is unquestionable. Secondly, he is Head Redeemer of souls. He takes his job very seriously, and seems to constantly remind others of exactly what his duty is. He is proud of his placement, but not as proud as to lable it a sin. Lets just say he feels that he fits well it, after all, it's what he's good at right? He is technically the head of ALILAG - New York division, unless Michael shows up to run the show.
He can usually be seen smiling or grinning, his face looks its best this way. He is cheerful, helpful, caring, everything that an angel is expected to be. But he is not without a darker side; one that comes from years of incarnations, wars, plagues, and everything that comes with battling for the souls of mankind. He can sometimes be moody, his expressions shifting to brooding or thoughtful, especially when the ATILAG is in a particularly tight spot. Over the years, he has aquired a habit, and yes, even though he is an angel, he has but one flaw. It is coffee. Lots of coffee. He doesn't depend on it, his body is mearly a vessle on this plain. But there is just something about a fresh cup of coffee to start the day right. Most mornings, one will almost always find him with a cup of coffee in his hand.
Oh, and yes... he can get angry. There is nothing Remiel despises more than the Dark Beings and all who follow Lucifer. The thought of their grimy hands snatching at the lost souls of humanity makes him burn with the righteous fury of the Holy Father. He has come to love the humans as his Creator does. He loves guiding them, protecting them, and teaching them. He weeps for every soul that is lost to Lucifer and his minions.family & history
Remiel has existed even before the creation of man, his father and mother being God, the creator of the Heavens and earth. He remembers things that humans could not even fathom. He remembers the wars of the angels, in which he fought alongside St. Michael and the archangles in order to drive the traitorous followers of Lucifer into Hell. He has incarnated on this earth various times, redeeming and saving souls, always in the same form.
Unlike many of his angel brethren, Remiel accually enjoys incarnating on earth, although none of it can compare to the glory and wonder of heaven. His most recent appearance was during the Great War. He posed as a soldier and "fought" for the allied cause. In reality he was saving souls of the dying on the battle-torn feilds of Europe. He would help them to repent, the confess their sins, redeeming them and releasing their souls to heaven.
Of course, he has had much more practice before this. The sinking of the RMS Titanic, although he could not prevent it's sinking, he saved the souls of the dying. The Boer War, he was there. The War of Independence, he was there. The Great Plague of London, there. The Crusades, there. Whenever humanity underwent turmoil or strife, he would be there to redeem their souls. He holds the human's in great reverance, the most blessed of God's creations, but he also feels great sadness for them and their fate.the roleplayer
NAME: Amore
GENDER: female
AGE: 19
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: A little over a year
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet ^^
HOW YOU FOUND US: Stumbling around the RPG directory ^^
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Hands plunged deep into the overcoat he had thrown on as an after thought. Humans tended to look at you oddly when you walked out in the middle of a torential rain storm in only your shirt sleeves. The rain beat down on his human form, but if he had wanted, none of the rain would ever reach his skin; but there were too many people around to attempt that. He ran a long fingered, heavy hand through his now wet golden hair.
Around him the city of New York rose up from the grey earth and reached toward the grey, rainy sky. If it weren't for the glow of the street lights, and advertisements, not to mention the blazing hotels and movie theaters, the city would be a wash of depressing grey. He recalled a time when the city was first being populated by its dutch settlers, it had a different name back then, but then again, it also looked much different too. This short walk was probably the first time he had admitted to himself that he hadn't modernized as quickly as he had hoped. It had really only been a few years since he had last visited the earth, during the Great War to be precise. In all honesty, he spent most of his time down here, so why did he feel like a foreigner?
As he rounded the corner the humans trudging past him, attempting to shield themselves from the downpour, their faces taking on the colour of the city around them. Most of the had no idea of the battle that raged between the light and dark. Up ahead, the delapitated form of the burnt out police station came into view. As he came closer, the burnt out structure seemed to quiver as if it were water, the magically concealed building underneath it was suddenly visable. Remiel walked through the door, coat hardly off of his back before he clutched a warm cup of coffee in his hand.
"What have we got today?" he enquired the office in general, but more specifically the secretary seated behind the desk. Even when you are an angel of God, it was hard to predict the movements of the damned ones, let alone save the souls of unwitting humans.
**** Just a question, but I was under the impression that he was the head of the ATILAG, is that right? Or is it Michael? Anyway, I can change that if you'd like. ^^
