Post by Rurouni Mori on Oct 18, 2011 14:22:29 GMT -5
Xan
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I will do this. Nothing in my life matters except this. No moment in my life exists except this moment. I am born in this moment, and if I fail, I will die in this moment.
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I will do this. Nothing in my life matters except this. No moment in my life exists except this moment. I am born in this moment, and if I fail, I will die in this moment.
They See Me...
Age: Appears to be of the young age of somewhere along the lines of nineteen or very early twenties. Still, even as an angel, he is young at the ripe age of only eighty-two.
Height: 6'2"
Race: Angel - Third Sphere Low Rank Angel
Appearance: Standing at the average height of a male angel of rank like his own, his build is powerful and muscular. However don't let his brawn fool you, he is extremely agile on his feet. His crimson eyes are sharp and question your soul with one look but also whisper of a trouble and a seduction. Brown hair in a stylized fashion falls across the right half of his face where a streak of white intermingles. The length of white grows on past the hair line on his neck and is tied into a ponytail. Metal clips hold the left side in. Various piercings mark his body but only seem to add to its attraction; a single angel bite above his lip, two under the left eye and several up both ear lobes. An insignia in black stretches across his chest - the identification of an angel of which each angel has a unique insignia somewhere on them.
The man is always seen wearing a black color with a silver cross attached to its center. He usually wears tall belted black leather boots with belted pants to attend, a tight fitted long sleeve simple black shirt, as well as finger less black gloves. Attached to his persons are various knives hidden in the belts. Strapped to his back is an elegant silver long sword that appears quite simple but reverberates much power.
His angelic features hardly differ with the exception of his white wings that are, however, tainted with a stray streak of grey feathers on each wing and when imbued, his eyes glow.
Height: 6'2"
Race: Angel - Third Sphere Low Rank Angel
Appearance: Standing at the average height of a male angel of rank like his own, his build is powerful and muscular. However don't let his brawn fool you, he is extremely agile on his feet. His crimson eyes are sharp and question your soul with one look but also whisper of a trouble and a seduction. Brown hair in a stylized fashion falls across the right half of his face where a streak of white intermingles. The length of white grows on past the hair line on his neck and is tied into a ponytail. Metal clips hold the left side in. Various piercings mark his body but only seem to add to its attraction; a single angel bite above his lip, two under the left eye and several up both ear lobes. An insignia in black stretches across his chest - the identification of an angel of which each angel has a unique insignia somewhere on them.
The man is always seen wearing a black color with a silver cross attached to its center. He usually wears tall belted black leather boots with belted pants to attend, a tight fitted long sleeve simple black shirt, as well as finger less black gloves. Attached to his persons are various knives hidden in the belts. Strapped to his back is an elegant silver long sword that appears quite simple but reverberates much power.
His angelic features hardly differ with the exception of his white wings that are, however, tainted with a stray streak of grey feathers on each wing and when imbued, his eyes glow.
My Story...
True-Born Name: Niveus (This is the angelic born name that he was given and is used to invoke him and his powers or to call on him. Each true-born name to an angel is the key to them and holds great power.)
Mission Placement: Human Retribution
Sexuality: Undefined (In his ranks and part of the heavens to which he resides, this isn't necessarily a definitive ideal so no term is usually used to describe it. However, heterosexual relations stand as dominant.)
Personality: Xan walks with great pride over himself but, to many others confusion, not over others. He expects much of himself and each task or mission assigned to him is taken with much seriousness. However, he himself is one many things to others such as exasperation, sensuality, rage and so on. The path he walks is one of chosen freedom where he holds reign over his own personal choices. This goes against much in his ranks where choice is limited. Loud and boisterous, he can appear lustful and manipulative. He flashes smiles, grins challenges and dares the world with his sharp eyes. He exasperates many of comrades where he chooses to handle issues his own way and angers both men and women whose hearts he has ever so delicately played with. At the same time, he is extremely protective of his family, particularly his elder sister. Many have come close to near death due to issues and actions towards her. In general, Xan is agreeable, wild, but hard working.
There is one major fault to him, however, and that is - he believes himself above mortals and their world.
Family:
Cecillia - Mother, Archangel
Dulcis - Father, Power
Lumina - Elder Sister, Archangel
Motives: Deny his birth place...
History: Xan was born under a well respected roof of the prided and revered Dulcis. As soon as his son opened his eyes to the realm of the heavens, white wings anew with its faint streaks (for as a newborn, they are small and useless at first) - he turned and left. Love from his father would never be found henceforth. With that, a Throne gave him his Angel true-born name. Regardless of her lover's cold disposition, Cecillia loved her new son as much as her daughter who smiled at her new brother.
This love, they would soon find out, would require much patience if it were to remain as strong. Xan grew up causing all sorts of mischief and yet, in such unimaginable contrast, never caused serious harm or injury to anyone or any situation. This child became a wonder of confusion and exasperation at such a young age. He grew to love and guard his sister and to protect and cherish his mother. Regularly, he feigned to not care for any form of his father's non-existent attentions, but it was clear to some that the lengths to which he worked in training and later in missions were obvious indicators of what it was he really wanted. However, later on, this faded. Striving for his father's affections soon turned to self pride and morality where he expected nothing less of himself and failure became no option. And thus, his personality shifted and became more wild and yet equally within control. From then on, he dubbed himself Xan and no one was to call him otherwise.
To many of his comrades unease, Xan found great pleasure in his missions of human retribution. However, since it never became more than a certain leveled pleasure, none of any rank could argue with his results. And as such, no one thought anything of it. In truth, it really was just that and he never created cause for any concern.
Growing up in training and missions, Xan made one good and only true friend named Pulchrus. It was indeed an odd name for the stern and altogether boring gentleman. The friendship was excruciatingly contrasting but it became clear to observers as they could watch smiles constantly form on the tall black haired angels face while always around Xan. The two were inseparable and regularly defended each other and shared missions. But unlike Xan, Pulchrus never dated nor tended to any of his lusts, his eyes always watching the other.
But it wasn't until just recently, that the friendship and Xan's constraint went awry. Pulchrus and his sister Lumina married and it was such an insult to Xan that he vowed never to talk to him again.
But it became much more...and it happened all too quickly...and all he can recall in this moment, is that he was running, he hurled himself through the mortal gate and is falling...
Mission Placement: Human Retribution
Sexuality: Undefined (In his ranks and part of the heavens to which he resides, this isn't necessarily a definitive ideal so no term is usually used to describe it. However, heterosexual relations stand as dominant.)
Personality: Xan walks with great pride over himself but, to many others confusion, not over others. He expects much of himself and each task or mission assigned to him is taken with much seriousness. However, he himself is one many things to others such as exasperation, sensuality, rage and so on. The path he walks is one of chosen freedom where he holds reign over his own personal choices. This goes against much in his ranks where choice is limited. Loud and boisterous, he can appear lustful and manipulative. He flashes smiles, grins challenges and dares the world with his sharp eyes. He exasperates many of comrades where he chooses to handle issues his own way and angers both men and women whose hearts he has ever so delicately played with. At the same time, he is extremely protective of his family, particularly his elder sister. Many have come close to near death due to issues and actions towards her. In general, Xan is agreeable, wild, but hard working.
There is one major fault to him, however, and that is - he believes himself above mortals and their world.
Family:
Cecillia - Mother, Archangel
Dulcis - Father, Power
Lumina - Elder Sister, Archangel
Motives: Deny his birth place...
History: Xan was born under a well respected roof of the prided and revered Dulcis. As soon as his son opened his eyes to the realm of the heavens, white wings anew with its faint streaks (for as a newborn, they are small and useless at first) - he turned and left. Love from his father would never be found henceforth. With that, a Throne gave him his Angel true-born name. Regardless of her lover's cold disposition, Cecillia loved her new son as much as her daughter who smiled at her new brother.
This love, they would soon find out, would require much patience if it were to remain as strong. Xan grew up causing all sorts of mischief and yet, in such unimaginable contrast, never caused serious harm or injury to anyone or any situation. This child became a wonder of confusion and exasperation at such a young age. He grew to love and guard his sister and to protect and cherish his mother. Regularly, he feigned to not care for any form of his father's non-existent attentions, but it was clear to some that the lengths to which he worked in training and later in missions were obvious indicators of what it was he really wanted. However, later on, this faded. Striving for his father's affections soon turned to self pride and morality where he expected nothing less of himself and failure became no option. And thus, his personality shifted and became more wild and yet equally within control. From then on, he dubbed himself Xan and no one was to call him otherwise.
To many of his comrades unease, Xan found great pleasure in his missions of human retribution. However, since it never became more than a certain leveled pleasure, none of any rank could argue with his results. And as such, no one thought anything of it. In truth, it really was just that and he never created cause for any concern.
Growing up in training and missions, Xan made one good and only true friend named Pulchrus. It was indeed an odd name for the stern and altogether boring gentleman. The friendship was excruciatingly contrasting but it became clear to observers as they could watch smiles constantly form on the tall black haired angels face while always around Xan. The two were inseparable and regularly defended each other and shared missions. But unlike Xan, Pulchrus never dated nor tended to any of his lusts, his eyes always watching the other.
But it wasn't until just recently, that the friendship and Xan's constraint went awry. Pulchrus and his sister Lumina married and it was such an insult to Xan that he vowed never to talk to him again.
But it became much more...and it happened all too quickly...and all he can recall in this moment, is that he was running, he hurled himself through the mortal gate and is falling...
You Should Know...
Powers: For his missions and status he was gifted the ability to manipulate ones physical state and verbal such as restraint, silence and the like. A form of telekinesis and telepathy if you will. It isn't all powerful but for human retribution, it does the job. Along with that, he was gifted with his own unique powers upon birth of soul reading and minor manipulation. This power, since not given to him by anyone, has no actual sense of control and is completely random. He hardly uses it.
Other: TBA
Other: TBA
They See Me...
Age: Appears to be about the age of twenty-five; young, he is never mistaken for anything beyond one's early twenties regardless of the regal and reverent air he carries.
Height: 6'4"
Race: Angel - Arch Angel
Appearance: TBA
Height: 6'4"
Race: Angel - Arch Angel
Appearance: TBA