Post by Andy Metro on Jan 31, 2012 3:45:09 GMT 1
Playby: Andy Whitfield
Name: Andy Metro (Sandalphon)
Age: 8500/appears 30
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Angel
Physical Description: Andy is long and athletic, standing at 7’9” tall. His skin is bronzed from the sun and sculpted like Michaelangelo’s “David” only much more well endowed. There is not one ounce of fat on his body. His chest is hairless while his face is consistently in need of a shave, which he hardly ever does. He has iced bleach blue eyes and dark brown hair. He has an intoxicating crooked smile with one hardly ever sees. Andy has the largest wingspan of any other angel. He is the only angel whose wings must wrap around his torso to his chest with his flight feathers extending up his neck.
Attitude: Whilst Andy still holds the inner light of an angel, there is something dark and broody about him. He rarely smiles or sleeps. He spends all his free time waiting for the next raid or the next battle. He can often be seen cleaning guns and sharpening knives in his off times. The only people who don’t avoid him are children. They seem to sense his inner light and are drawn to him. He is always kind and these are the ones who most often see his smile. He has a severe and deep anger toward vampires and demons and kills both with equal ferocity. His reason for existing is to kill these evil creatures for taking away his only other reason to live…his brother Metradon.
Abilities: Andy has the same abilities as any other Archangel in that he has the strength and speed of 5 men, he can heal himself, he is empathetic, can sense demons, uses his voice as a weapon along with dual broad swords that appear when he needs them, he can teleport to holy ground or anyone who has consumed angel blood, and he can use God’s wrath as a weapon to smite his opponents.
His weaknesses are salt, hell forged weapons, holy fire and the scythe wielded by Death (Anubis).
History: The war had taken its toll on everyone. Andy was tired of the fighting but he continued to fight for his God, for heaven, for the world. At least that’s what he thought the fight was all about. But then is began to seem as if the children of men were just pawns in God’s struggle for control of the heavens. The more he fought, the more he wondered what all this senseless killing was about. He knew what was going on down below because he kept going to the edge and looking. He wanted to know his brother, Metradon was still alive, that he was healthy and that he would someday join him in glorious battle for their father. But it distracted him and the more he looked, the more worried he got because he could never catch even so much as a glimpse of his brother. While he fought with ferocious vigor, he could not help but return to the edge and look down. God noticed this and it aggravated him to have his Archangel so distracted when he should be fighting. So he approached him one day. He laid a hand on his shoulder and looked at him sadly. “I’m sorry Sandalphon, but Metradon has been slain by Vampires, delivered to them by demons. They took every drop of his blood, he did not survive.”
Sandaphon stared blankly at the father. Then, he did something the father had not expected. Rather than get his head in the game and fight without distraction, he merely took a step backward, never taking his eyes off the eyes of God as he stepped off the edge of heaven and fell… Sandalphon never in a million years thought that God would lie to him. When he fell, he landed just outside of Haven where he was immediately taken in, fed and clothed. Once he found out what the place was and what they did, whom they fought against and how they were forced to survive, he joined them. It was a great opportunity to avenge his brother’s death. He would fight by their sides; keep the thorn in the vampires side alive, kill as many vampires and demons as he could. As long as he was still standing, he would kill until every last one of them was dead. He has been known to go into the city for recon purposes. He knows there are two archangels there and that Death himself has made a home there. He is curious as to who one of the archangels is but he knows Raphael is there and doesn’t care because he sees him a traitor, as for the other one, he does not actively seek him out. He just simply avoids death altogether. The oddest thing happened the last time he visited the city, he sensed a third archangel…but who could that possibly be?
Rule Code Word: I wrote them because I am made of awesome
Species Code Word: I should remember to add one…
Rp Sample: Andy stood on the edge of what was just a one man battlefield. His hands were bloody, his clothing filthy, his face caked with bloody, sweaty dust. Everywhere one stepped there was a zombie for at least 20 meters surrounding him. He looked out at the devastation and blinked away the tears of frustration and emptiness he felt. These were, at one time, human beings, whom he loved and cared for. Now, just soulless lumps of flesh with mindless hunger for humans. Their souls lost in some kind of limbo because Death had quit his job. He wondered why it never bothered the father that he no longer received souls from earth, or if he even noticed. Had he turned his back on mankind so much that they no longer mattered to him, no longer existed for him.
This was all a mess. It was a huge mess. How did everything just fall apart like this? How could God let it happen? His brother was gone, he was exiled from heaven, his only reason to live was to destroy those who destroyed him by taking his twin from him. Consumed in the emotions of the moment, his eyes welled up with tears of frustration before the closed them tight and fell to his knees to let out some of the overwhelming emotions that came with such as life as he lead after being and archangel. He had, at one time been human, he and his twin brother both. They were seen by god as being so good that he made them into archangels. They were the only two such beings in existence. So it was easy to feel this frustration because he had been human. Although he was sure other angels had felt the frustration as well.
He heard someone clear his throat behind him and he quickly wiped at his face with his hand. He turned to see Justice and Max standing behind him, caked with the same bloody dirt on their arms and faces. He stood up and nodded, they simply nodded back. They seemed to understand that it was difficult for an angel to take so many lives, even if they were damned to walk the earth in limbo. He simply got up and walked past the two and they fell in behind him headed toward the horses that had been left far enough from the fray that they would be safe.
