Post by vengeance on Jul 11, 2011 22:50:42 GMT 1
Playby: Theo Theodoridis
Name: Vengeance is all they know him by.
Age: Has no age/36
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Angel
Physical Description: Vengeance has long dark hair that comes down to his shoulders. He generally wears it loose which makes him look even more delicious. Light blue eyes seem to always sparkle with his thoughts. Seven feet tall he generally towers over people. His body is made for dangerous encounters and fun enjoyments. He weights in about two hundred and thirty pounds. He does tend to wear a lot of white but he isn't fixated on the color. He has been known to wear whatever he wants and has impeccable taste at accentuating his looks to the best quality. On his left chest he has the symbol for The Archangel Raphael.
Attitude: Vengeance is everything his name describes. Sarcasm is second nature to him. He generally walks into a room and the danger slides off him along your body but yet you yearn to touch him. His wicked appeal slides out from his beautiful mouth and just makes you want to dance to his tune. He can take control of a situation without even caring who is there. He is quite intelligent and strong willed. His words may speak volumes if you actually listen to the underlying meaning behind them.
Abilities: Have the strength and speed of 5 men. Have the ability to heal themselves and others with the exception of the vampire/werewolf curse, and the zombie virus. Empathy. Able to sense demons. Their voice, if used as a weapon, can shatter glass and thin walls. Can teleport to a place of holiness i.e. church. His sword is detachable to make it so that he can use it as one whole weapon or use one part of the sword in one hand and the other part in another hand. Is able to use God's wrath as a weapon in the form of a beam or blast of light. Using this ability drains the Angel completely to the point of passing out.
His weakness are holy oil and demonic seals and ruins.
History: Vengeance. The name says it all. He started out as any angel would start. He was sent to Earth more times to do what was bidden unto him and he did it without a problem. There was nothing beneath his vengeful spirit. But then the first war in Heaven broke out and he was right smack dab in the front causing damage to those that stepped in his way. But then he had seen so many of his closest friends starting to die. He slipped around to go to the back once more to help his comrades.
As he was back there though he noticed the demons were beginning to circle them and his eyes took in all of it and he knew what he had to do. He had to clear a path for the angels to move out as they wished. He whistled. "They are circling us in!" But none really paid any mind to him. He had always been not much of an angel in their opinion. He might have loved his comrades but he had blood all on him from the vengeance he had brought down on Earth and in Heaven it wasn't quite well liked either. He didn't mind it. He still wouldn't abandoned his friends. Well, those he cared about.
But when he was getting through the circle that was forming around the angels he was struck down by five of the demons. Strong as can be they were and they thought it would be funny to see the angel fall. They tossed him out of Heaven and he could hear their laughter as he fell. The decent to Earth was not pleasant at all. It wasn't a stroll in the park. He hurt and his wings were taken away and now a show forever on his back. Pain had shot through him completely and the big angel hit the ground with a thud.
It took him a few days to realize he was on Earth now. How could he get back to Heaven? He was Vengeance! He couldn't be stuck on Earth! No! But he certainly was stuck on Earth. He watched as times changed and new heroes rose and fell. He watched as empires rose and fell. Politicians... Ewww. Cruel beings took power and fell. Time went on and he got more and more dangerous until one night he came across a woman vampire that seemed to have it altogether. Yeah, especially when she saved his ass. Angelique. Ironic that her name meant angel. Could always be a sign, right?
But no matter he had been in a fight and was bleeding and shooting even as his wounds had healed. One man against twenty when this woman took a gun out and began shooting talking of unfairness to have so many against one. She wasn't too bad of a shot either. But unfairness wasn't his thing since he had the ultimate unfairness. He was stuck on Earth! When all of the men were dead she had come over to him. And friendship in a strange way was gained. "You are bleeding..." She had said. "It's all good, sister in blood baths. I will heal." And he was healing even as he spoke.
Well, after that he had become her constant companion. He had vowed to himself never to let anything happen to her. When the Apocalypse happened though inadvertently they had split company and he fought to find Angelique but got no where fast. He had to hide at the very last minute. He was kicking himself through the whole thing. He could hear the falling buildings even as he continued to run down the stairwell. Finally he figured he was safe enough and he wanted to be where he could listen for her. When it was all over and he saw the fallen or crumpling buildings he looked almost shocked.
How could this happen? But then he saw Angelique and moved up beside her. "Well babe, looks like we are the only survivors. Shall we have some fun now?" She had glared at him. "No, we need to find a place." He grunted. "Always thinking business before pleasure." But he was just teasing her. They walked and walked until they heard talk of New Vegas. Well, they traveled to New Vegas. It was a long trail especially with Angelique having to sleep days away. But they finally made it and so began him as a stripper and Angelique moving up in their small world. But he wasn't just any stripper. Angelique knew it and continued to try to get him to tell her what he was on top of that he kept telling her the same thing. He wasn't telling.
No, he was Angelique's Hand of Death. Vengeance as well. Vengeance wasn't just his name at all. Vengeance was all his.
Rule Code Word: nuke
Species Code Word: light
Rp Sample: Vengeance had accepted the invitation with Angelique being so close to being due in her pregnancy she had handed over her invitation to him to take her place. She knew he would handle it quite well considering he was a stripper but no one would expect him to be the one going in her stead. He dressed all in white almost. A pair of white pair of suit pants and a white suit jacket with a black button down shirt. The outfit seemed to fit him perfectly. He wore a velvet black mask with white trimming and red ribbon to tie it. He then put on the red tie to match the red ribbon. He left his hair down to give himself a sort of rebel likeness. Not much. Most already thought he was wild but he didn't care.
Anyone who knew him would know him even with it on. Angelique caught him on his way out and rubbed her stomach and he couldn't help but giving her a slight smile. She knew that when things happened he'd help the best he could. That child was going to be a whole knew generation and the child needed to be taught right. "You look good, Vengeance." He nodded. "I'll tell you what happens. You go to bed before Gabriel freaks again." He walked out and along the street whistling as he moved. He fixed his jacket better figuring he was there in Angelique's stead so he would need to just keep his trap shut. Yeah right. This was Vengeance and he knew it. He walked up to the building and his hand slid into the pocket on the inside of his suit's jacket and pulled out the invitation with Angelique's name. "Angelique is close so has sent me in her stead. It was too last minute to change the invite and she said that if anyone has a problem with my going then they could deal with her wrath."
Vengeance chuckled softly. "And I would rather deal with Thor than a pregnant vampire that would be out for blood." The men nodded and let him pass knowing it was true. If Angelique had to miss anything Vengeance would be right there and that was that. He walked with a confident step and a curve to his lips. Oh this had got to be good. But he had been curious about this place since he had heard of it opening. It was truly a sight to see. The place had that old opera type stage that looked truly brilliant. The owners had pulled out all the stops with this place. The rock look to it was also quite brilliant. Old items were used. Statues about the place. The room was lit up with a chandeliers hanging from the roof.
But Vengeance always held a calm though the danger wafted off of him as if second nature to him. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. He saw a few early arrivals looking quite beautiful in their dresses and handsome men having pulled out their dashing attire as well. He walked with a confident air coming off of him. Each step as light as a dancer's step. His eyes glittered through the mask's holes. He should be back at Lust making sure all was well. But it was better for him to be here than there.
He began to whisper softly a song he had enjoyed. "Here I stand Helpless and left for dead Close your eyes So many days go by Easy to find what's wrong Harder to find what's right I believe in you, I can show you That I can see right through all your empty lies I won't stay long in this world so wrong Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight Trembling Crawling across my skin Feeling your cold dead eyes Stealing the life of mine..." He began to look around at the people then once more.
Everyone didn't know what he was other than he just was. He never told a soul who he once had been. The one that guarded many now walked the Earth without his former glory. Granted he was different back in Heaven but now he was even more different. He tilted his head as he saw a woman he had seen many times and his whispered words still came. "I believe in you, I can show you That I can see right through all your empty lies I won't last long in this world so wrong Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight..."
He chuckled some because how many times had he been associated with the Devil? Quite a few times. But if they only knew the secrets hidden deep within. And now Michael was in Lust. Fuck he had to help hide him as well. Vengeance could remember his own innocence when he had fallen. That innocence slowly decayed to nothingness. "Hold on, hold on Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight Hold on, hold on Goodbye..." He went to lift a hand as if to brush his fingers through his hair but remembered he was wearing a pirate's hat and grunted. How many more angels would come? How many were here already?
What the Hell were they doing here? Nothing shown on the portions on his face that were uncovered by the mask except for a cold look in his eyes. He had lost much being on Earth. But he shouldn't be standing here contemplating on what was once and now gone. He was human in most senses of the word. Except for some things. But some things never change. He began to walk about until he stopped by a woman in the chair. "Care to dance with the Devil tonight, sweet cheeks?" Oh, how Anika had always enjoyed him calling her that as she threw viperous words at him. He could play the proper gentleman for the night.
His tall frame bent over at the waist as he bowed and took her hand in his lightly and kissed the knuckles. His eyes met her eyes. "Stasi, isn't it? I must compliment you on your manner of dress. Very pretty." Yes, he could charm as well having been a stripper there wasn't much he couldn't call on when the need arose. He straightened and looked at her. "I mean when the music does begin. Seems we are quite early..." And he was pretty sure Stasi was her name from that one time someone had introduced them.