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Ruby City does allow previous game history/CR to be brought over on a case by case basis. If you want to include this in your application please add additional sections for PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT and PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY beneath the Personality and Background/History sections.

In these additional sections we would like to see a brief outline of your character's previous game history and how it potentially impacted on and altered their canon personality.

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[OC] Remiel || No Reserve || 3 of ?

[personal profile] angelofhope 2013-06-15 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
History:
Remiel was created by God just before the creation of the universe. He was the eighth Archangel created. The others were Michael, the Angel of War; Lucifer, the Angel of Light; Uriel, the Angel of Fire; Gabriel, the Angel of Messages; Barachiel, the Angel of Lightning; Azrael, the Angel of Death; and Sariel, the Angel of Healing. Remiel was from a slightly different stock than his siblings, noticeably different from the start. Though he was mentored by Gabriel as a lesser Messenger, he had a certain lightness — a gentleness — that the others didn't, for the most part. His purpose and affinity, after all, was hope, rather than war and fire. This is what he was meant to impart to the mortal creations of his Father, and he watched them with great warmth.

As for an official duty, he imparted visions, primarily. Prophetic dreams. Those who received them were sometimes not treated as kindly by others, he noticed. They were mocked for their abilities, or feared, or tormented. He tried to make his visions as gentle as he could, but sometimes the truth was simply too brutal. A few of the other Archangels, such as Uriel and Michael, did not understand why he bothered. But Remiel had been partly created to care, above all else. He didn't let their derision or bemusement affect him. When it was required, Remiel was a fierce warrior. But the rest of the time, he preferred to stay out of conflict. And soon enough, events conspired to make them forget this bit of it. His elder brother, Lucifer, and a throng of other angels, did not see what was so important about Earth, and decided to make an example of its people. They decided to tip the balance, to show their Father how misguided he was in trying to protect humanity.

Remiel was forced to show his charges visions of their Father's angry rebuttal: the Flood, which would wipe away all of the humans who had been corrupted by Lucifer. He passed on these visions, knowing that many of the recipients, if not all of them, would die. That was the curse in knowing the future, but Remiel, as a caring soul, was extremely upset by the development. He watched, vexed, as the Flood did its terrible work, and then he watched with equal horror as Lucifer and his supporters were cast down from Heaven. He watched them become Fallen and Demons, until he couldn't take it any longer and hid for a time. It was his sister Sariel who finally coaxed him out. They were all upset, naturally, but life had to go on. Humanity had to recover from its soaked ashes.

And so, Remiel continued to pass on his visions, tempered by true grief for the first time in his life. The Fall changed all of the Archangels, but Remiel did not change the most. Losing his kin made him appreciative of those he still had. He, Sariel, and Azrael became nearly inseparable as a result, a "terrible trio" as described by Barachiel. He encouraged the other two to come out of their shells, Sariel refined their senses of humor, and Azrael provided sage words of advice and wisdom. But eventually, friction was created between the other Archangels. Michael, Barachiel, and Gabriel could agree on very little, and this tension spilled into all of their relationships. Two things happened to make it worse: Lucifer assaulted Azrael and took some of his soul-reaping ability, to steal souls for his Abyss, and their Father... suddenly vanished, to a lonely part of the universe, leaving them in charge with very little instruction.

Some of the Archangels stopped talking to each other entirely, when it wasn't required, and fights started to break out with very little provocation. Unable to take the strain, Remiel decided to start spending more time on Earth. He received less visions to pass on from his Father, but he still received them — and thus he knew, comfortingly, that his Father was still out there. Gabriel had the same reassurance, but the other Archangels were antsy. Some of them feared that their Father had found a new favorite obsession, and that he would not return.

Since then, Lucifer has all but disappeared and the Abyss is disputed territory.

Remiel, rather than worry about this, puts his effort into humanity. While he makes frequent trips to Heaven, to check on Sariel and Azrael, he spends most of his time in Concord, Massachusetts, where he has a giant garden to tend and human neighbors to be friendly with. He spends a fair bit of time traveling, as well, seeing the sights of the Earth and, with the exception of the garden, not staying in one place too long. A man who doesn't age is suspicious, after all. It's only very recently that he's taken up gardening, and his neighbors, not knowing what else to think, have bought his story of a family of men who look very similar to one another, generation after generation. He's had very few bumps in the road, in recent years, although a Demon named Suluth did foolishly attempt to kill him in 1957. As penance, Remiel bound him with magic into a red yo-yo. Sometimes he takes Suluth to see bad movies, and makes him listen to terrible music, until such a time as he thinks the Demon has earned his freedom.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
Archangels are most vulnerable to other Archangels, and to Angels (and in broad terms, celestial beings), rather tragically. Originally, this was intended to keep them from being killed. Their Creator never thought that they would harm each other. But after the Fall happened, this no longer applied. Now, as a result, most of the celestial host holds a certain trepidation about each other, nervous about being turned on in such a chaotic time. Remiel feels this less than others, as he's very trusting (sometimes too much), but very deep down he, too, has the same worries.

As mentioned previously, Remiel, due to why he was created, can sometimes fall prey to being "too nice" and telling white lies to make others feel better. He tries very hard not to fall into this pattern, but he cares very deeply about other creatures and can't stand to see them upset or saddened. (Which is yet another reason for his goofy attitude; it makes others smile.) This is certainly a fault in the eyes of many of his older siblings.

While he's very loyal and protective, sometimes the desire to stay out of things — which has kept him in Massachusetts for a long time now — conflicts with that, which means that Remiel sometimes does not fly to action when he should. Others might mistake it for laziness, but the Archangel gets involved where he wants and not any place sooner. Once he's made a decision, he usually stands by it. Even if that means not helping a friend in trouble. It's where that famous angelic arrogance comes into play.

Abilities:
✣ O R M E ' E E R

Or Me'eer is Remiel's Divine Blade, the Shining Light. [credit] Or Me'eer, like all Divine Blades, is extremely resilient to damage and a very powerful weapon. While it can't kill every type of being on its own, it can do severe damage to all of them. A Divine Blade is the only thing that can kill an Archangel. Luckily, they have a compulsion effect that prevents lesser-minded creatures from being able to steal them and use them against their owner. Demons and Fallen can't get around this, although Angels and other Archangels can.

✣ A N G E L I C R E S I L I E N C E

Remiel's body is just a created thing for him to inhabit so as not to endanger the minds of humans around him. Damage done to his human form will not translate to his true form unless done by a Divine Blade, or another Archangel. He does not need to sleep, breathe, or eat, though he can do any of those things. His human form is ten times stronger than a normal human, as well, and he is capable of speaking every known human language, in order to pass messages onto all parts of the globe.

✣ S M I T I N G

The classic. If properly roused (and it takes more for him, than most), Remiel is capable of focusing the divine energy that he's made of to deal severe damage against other living things and objects. This is like being roasted by the world's most powerful flamethrower. Creatures immune to fire take less damage, but still take some due to it not being true fire. Only humans, Demons, and Fallen can be smited; Angels cannot smite each other.

✣ F L I G H T

Angels can, of course, use their wings to fly. Normal human vision isn't particularly good at spotting angels in flight, similar to a radio being jammed. (Blurry sightings account for "UFO" mania, as the Angels' wings will become very bright.) Remiel can take a few passengers with him, as well, owing to his age and strength, whereas an Angel is limited to one.

✣ H E A L I N G

Remiel is not as strong at healing as his sister Sariel, who can cure diseases and any other ailment. But Remiel is capable of mending broken bones and other shallower injuries with a touch. Repeated use of this ability will tire him.

✣ M E S S E N G E R

Remiel is the Angel of Hope, and a bearer of such messages as well as prophetic visions (these visions come from his Father, rather than himself, and so he hasn't delivered one in quite some time). Letters and other messages will invariably find their way to him, even if they aren't stamped or are unsent. This process takes a day or two, unlike Gabriel, his older sibling and the more powerful Messenger, who will receive such messages the second they're written.

✣ M U S I C

On top of a decent singing voice, which he purposefully constructed in his current physical form, Remiel is the Angel of Music and has heard each new song that humanity has come up with. He knows them all like the back of his hand, even ditties composed in showers that were never written down. (Though sometimes even he has trouble with his memory...) He can also play several musical instruments.

✣ M I S C

In addition to the above, Remiel has small pockets of information that he's gathered from millions of years of being alive. He's also a decent cook and a great gardener, from hanging out on Earth exclusively for the past thousand years.
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[OC] Remiel || No Reserve || 4 of 4

[personal profile] angelofhope 2013-06-15 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
First Person:
[A man with messy brown hair blinks, puzzled, at the camera for a moment, as if not sure he's seeing things correctly. Then he smiles, though it's tighter than his smile usually is. He cards his fingers through his hair, giving the area he's in a careful once-over. The archangel is calculating, trying to figure out his position from all of his years of memory. He's coming up with a blank, and it troubles him more than he lets on.]

Hi. I'm... not sure what I'm doing here, or where here is, but it's... pretty.

[Remiel has always admired both human ingenuity and the more natural creations of his father. It's part of why he likes gardening so much. He likes seeing the little sprouts come up and grow. The shapes are like artworks of their own.]

Maybe I should start with a question. Is there anyone out there? And who do I talk to, to get a roof over my head?

[And maybe a plot of land to tinker with, or a balcony to turn into a hanging garden. But that's several questions away, at least, or extraneous altogether if certain answers are given...]

And do you remember how this lyric ends? It's been driving me crazy. 'Don't you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy...'

Third Person:
He almost failed to notice the butterfly in his hair entirely, if not for the small creature suddenly slipping and finding purchase on his nose. Rather than waving it off, as some might, Remiel instead offered the white and black shape a grin and steadied it with a finger. It was a White Morpho, he knew, cataloged in human books as morpho polyphemus.

"Easy, there. You can take a rest on me, if you'd like," he said, unaware that it had been doing just that. Instead of flying away, the butterfly, sensing its sudden and immense safety, spread out its wings to catch the light and perched on Remiel's finger. For the moment, it was one of the safest creatures in existence.

Remiel was in his garden, on a hot summer afternoon in Concord, Massachusetts, far from any other prying eyes. He was wearing a faded Nirvana t-shirt, and so far from any other prying eyes that he, too, had his wings spread, like the butterfly on his finger. Feeling the warmth of the sun on the six appendages was one of his favorite sensations. And the sun on the near-pure-white undersides of the wings was a near-blinding reflector.

In that moment, a butterfly and an archangel had a moment of fond solidarity. Today, Remiel had been performing little bits of maintenance. Plucking weeds, checking on fruit and vegetables, looking for any branches that needed gentle rearrangement or, if necessary, a good trimming. Today hadn't yielded too much in the way of work, but still. He took any excuse to sit out in the sun that he could.

He could hardly get sun-burned, after all. Only if he wanted to. (And after doing it once, just to see what it was like — well, once was enough.)

The archangel was so content that he almost missed the approach of a short boy with an unruly mop of straw-yellow hair. He folded his wings away, and they vanished from human vision as the boy looked over the nearest white fence. His name was Jonah, and he was the son of Remiel's closest neighbor — a very nice woman named Susan North. He blinked owlishly behind his glasses, pushing them up to his nose.

"Hi, Mr. Nemo," he called, "I brought you something."

"Hey there, sport. I'll be right over."

Remiel's moment of laziness done, he stood up on bare feet and padded over to the boy, offering him a friendly grin that Jonah returned. He was a good boy, Jonah. Talented at the piano, geometry, and figuring out puzzles. Whatever he decided to do when he grew up, he'd be an asset. At the present time, the boy held out a glass baking dish full of corn bread.

"It's from my mom," he supplied, before frowning. The archangel got the distinct impression he'd also been sent out with a message and had, in that exact moment, forgotten it. "What have you got on your finger?"

The Morpho was still there, spreading and closing his wings, and Remiel gently transferred the butterfly to his shoulder so that he could take the bread from Jonah's aching arms.

He chuckled, "It's a White Morpho."

Jonah squinted at the moving shape. "You sure know a lot about bugs and stuff. Can you teach me?"

Remiel's grin spread. "Have some time right now?"

"...yeah!"

"Okay. Hop on over. We'll try to find some more, and you can help me eat this corn bread."
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