Post by ZERACHIEL on Feb 28, 2011 19:44:29 GMT -5
ZERACHIEL
Because when the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end
• • HOPE YOU GOT YOUR THINGS TOGETHER,
hope you are quite prepared to die
FULL NAME:
Zerachiel
NICKNAME:
None
AGE:
Ancient
BIRTHDATE:
Unknown
SPECIES:
Angel
GENDER:
Female
ORIENTATION:
Heterosexual
OCCUPATION:
- hunter
- archangel
• • LOOKS LIKE WE'RE IN FOR NASTY WEATHER,
one eye is taken for an eye
FACE CLAIM:
January Jones
SKIN:
Fair
HAIR:
Blonde
EYES:
Green
HEIGHT:
5’ 6”
WEIGHT:
130 lbs.
OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Zerachiel’s current vessel is approximately five foot and six inches tall. She is a slender young woman and well-built due to the manual labor hunting entails. Her facial features are delicately shaped, framed by thick golden locks. She does not apply makeup or utilize accessories to standout, favoring a natural healthy glow. The angel’s eyes are a vivid shade of green.
She is unconcerned with the clothes she wears, partial to outfits she can easily maneuver within. Her most notable accessory is a sterling silver necklace bearing a cross shaped pendant.
• • DON'T GO AROUND TONIGHT,
well, it's bound to take your life
LIKES:
- God
- earth
- angels
- heaven
- fine art
- cookery
- literature
- humanity
DISLIKES:
- hell
- demons
- disorder
- technology
- thunderstorms
- her handwriting
- uncouth behavior
- unwarranted bloodshed
STRENGTHS:
- loyal
- intelligent
- self-reliant
- compassionate
- straightforward
WEAKNESSES:
- obstinate
- introverted
- workaholic
- challenging
- self-critical
FEARS:
- hell
- failure
- Lucifer
- the apocalypse
- falling from grace
POWERS & ABILITIES:
- empathy
- telekinesis
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Zerachiel, similar to the majority of her angelic brethren, is a rather refined and intelligent individual. She is firmly devoted to God and His creations—both the planet earth and its inhabitants. Despite the kinship she shares with her siblings, the archangel answers to God first and foremost and strongly believes that she was created in order to protect humanity. Sharing His love for the human race, Zerachiel willfully rebelled against Michael due to conflicting beliefs concerning the apocalypse and destruction of God’s children.
Naturally, Zerachiel is well-mannered, detesting foul language and vulgar behavior. Even when someone or something decides to conduct themselves uncouthly, she maintains her composure, rarely displaying anger or disrespecting either her allies or foes. She is also not prone to attaining wealth or material goods, assisting those who seek help enough to content her day in and day out. Although she has chose to walk the earth, Zerachiel does not regard herself as superior to humans and considers herself to be a dedicated servant. She is prepared to risk her life in order to defend the innocent, leaping into harm’s way without hesitation.
Once a completely impassive being, her extensive exposure to earth and its natives has gradually effected her thought process. With the beginning and ending of each year, Zerachiel has become susceptible to human emotion. Alarmed by the transformation, the archangel struggles to oppress these alien sensations, fearing that she soon will be completely disconnected from Heaven. Zerachiel is particularly self-critical and does not condone failure no matter the circumstance.
The hunt occupies her hands and mind equally, effectively distracting her from the newfound feelings—especially from her ever-growing doubts in both herself and in the fate of the world God created.
• • THERE'S A BAD MOON ON THE RISE,
don't go around tonight
HISTORY:
Subsequent to her rebellion, Zerachiel—name meaning “God’s Command—was a renowned and well-respected archangel; she is one of the eldest angels, outdated only by, Michael, Gabriel, Lucifer, and Raphael. God created Zerachiel in order to assist the archangel Michael and her primary duties within Heaven included leading souls to judgment, and watching over earth, especially assigning individuals their celestial guardian, and aiding the children of sinful parents in the hopes of showing them the way to a wholesome adult life.
Within religion Zerachiel is a highly regarded archangel, believed to protect her angelic brethren against Lucifer and his demonic legion. Various accounts deem her an extremely powerful entity, believed to be the only angel possessing the coveted title Prince of Heaven. Bearing the ability to manipulate human dreams, conducting the heavenly choir, and presiding over exorcisms, are among countless responsibilities allegedly appointed to Zerachiel.
A humble being, the angel considers herself a devoted servant to God and humanity, willing to risk her life in order to protect His beloved children. Despite her loyalty to Michael, Zerachiel ultimately did not share her angelic brethrens’ enthusiasm where the apocalypse was concerned, opposing the destruction of God’s creation. With the aim of protecting her Father’s handiwork, Zerachiel chose to walk among humans despite the consequences.
On earth, Zerachiel decided to fight against the supernatural life forms threatening humankind, intentionally assuming the occupation of a paranormal hunter. Primarily preferring to work alone, the archangel has befriended and even mentored a select few hunters. She tends to work alongside veteran hunters, though will readily lend a hand to those inexperienced.
Since her departure, Zerachiel’s angelic powers have diminished and she has become susceptible to human emotion. Struggling to suppress these foreign sensations, she continues to smite the wicked and vigilantly protect the innocent.
• • WELL, IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE,
there's a bad moon on the rise
ALIAS:
Vanilla
OTHER ACCOUNTS:
- Crowley
- Gabriel
- Sam Winchester
EXPERIENCE:
Two years+
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Snow carpeted the ground, crunching underfoot as Zerachiel strode down the sidewalk. The golden glow of sunrise bled from in-between the houses, dispelling the darkness until the starlight grew fainter and the moon hung pale in the sky.
A hoarse cry broke the silence, piercing the morning air. The angel gazed sympathetically at the cat limping through the snow, its tortoiseshell pelt ruffled and swathed in snowflakes. It brushed affectionately against her ankle, vying for attention.
Zerachiel gently lifted the feline into her arms. The cat was small, a mere kitten. Its ribs shown beneath its ragged fur and its right paw dangled uselessly at its side, encrusted in blood. Despite the injury, the cat purred lovingly as she scratched behind its ears.
Shrill mewls rose above the purring of the cat she now cradled soothingly in the crook of her arm. Zerachiel blinked in unabashed surprise. Two more kittens padded over the frozen earth, tails held high and whiskers quivering as they circled her. She knelt down on the pavement, holding the tiny shivering bodies close, as they leapt into her lap. All three kittens rubbed against her face, nipped at her fingers, and batted at her hair playfully.
She resumed her trek, following the curve of the street as the kittens wriggled in her grip, wondering what on earth she would do with them. They were exceptionally young, too young to be away from their mother. As she rounded the corner, her heart skipped a painful beat as she noticed the tortoiseshell cat lying dead at the side of the road.
