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Remiel. Also called Ramiel and Jeremiel in some places, by humanity. The Compassion of God, the Angel of Music, the Mercy of God, the Angel of Hope, the Thunder of God, etc. On Earth he goes by the name Sherwin Nemo (or occasionally Remy), because Angels and Fallen are terrible about laying low and having non-ridiculous names. It's something he's grudgingly come to embrace. Originally this trait was to discourage Angels from going to Earth too often, but now, after so many have Fallen, it's just made things more difficult for them and become a bit of a joke.

His human form appears to be in his early thirties. He's actually slightly older than the universe itself.

His human form is well-built, though the most strenuous activity he ever seems to do is gardening. Six foot even, caucasian, with middle-brown hair and light brown eyes. Remiel has a friendly, open face that is usually bearing a pleasant smile or a relaxed grin. His hair is shortish, but manages to be incredibly messy all the same; Remiel usually looks like he just rolled out of bed, despite never sleeping. He wears t-shirts and shorts, for the most part, as well as worn sandals, but occasionally he chooses to wear business casual if he's bearing a message or something likewise official. (All of his t-shirts are music-related: bands, brands, or orchestras. Or sometimes musicals.) His skin is completely unmarred of scars or other such marks. The only thing he bears is calluses on his fingers, from playing musical instruments, and dirt under his fingernails. He has a warm, low voice, and he's very good at singing with it; his normal way of speaking is as relaxed as the rest of him. Remiel isn't much of a fan of standing up unless he has to, and is usually found slouched against something, sitting down, or laying down.

This is, of course, his human form. His true form is metaphysical and particularly giant, as an archangel. Not being containable on a world normally, he, like all Angels, Fallen and Demons, can "scrunch" himself into a human form. Remiel is one of two archangels (the other being his brother Azrael) who can tolerate being so small for a long amount of time. Remiel has been in this particular human form for fifty years. Because it has not aged, though he could if he wanted, he tries to make friends sparingly and away from his home base of Concord, Massachusetts. Ultimately, though, he prefers not to think about his human form.

Generally speaking, the older the angel, the more terrifying the true form and the less likely that the human brain can process it. If a human is likely to see one, they'll just be knocked unconscious by the horror of it. And Remiel is the seventh angel created. In the words of his older sister Sariel, "He'd knock someone's metaphysical socks off, at best. At worst, their brains would melt and then explode." "Metaphysically?" "No."

Remiel does possess wings — four of them, which resemble those of a barn owl. It's possible for a sufficiently powerful creature to see them, though he normally keeps them well hidden from ordinary human sight. Manifesting them is a sign of trust in an individual. Or requires the knowledge that they won't freak out on him about it. He often has them out, when he's alone and knows that he is. They're very large wings, which are another reason they're kept firmly tucked away in the presence of others (in a pocket dimension sort of way).