Post by Archer Michaels on Apr 16, 2011 19:34:50 GMT 1
Playby: Myles Kennedy
Name: Archer Michaels (Michael the Archangel)
Age: He is timeless, he looks 30
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Physical Description: Long dark blonde hair that is so soft it is easily blown out of place. Simply running his fingers through it wills et it right. He is quite tall at 7'8" and whilst he looks as if he is slender built on the outside of his clothes, he is really quite athletic under them with a well defined muscle structure and not one ounce of fat. His eyes are bluer than blue and quite hypnotic to look at.
Attitude: He is quiet and reserved. He doesn't want anyone to guess who he is. To anyone around him, he is just another fallen angel. He is angry about the war in heaven and that the apocalypse was used to build Gods army for the war. He is broken hearted that he has seen so many of this brothers and sisters die for a cause he no longer understands.He would rather keep to himself and try to help those that he can, secretly of course. He knows it is just a matter of time before he is discovered and every angel in New Vegas comes to beg him for guidance.
Abilities: Basic Angelic Powers, of course magnified due to the fact that he is the leader of the Archangels. Also has the gift of beauty that was given to him by a dying archangel. It is a passive ability that makes him beautiful to anyone who looks at him. People just want to be close to him and gaze at his beauty.
Michael has the ability to conjure his sword, forged by his fellow archangels. His weapon is the most powerful out of all the angels in heaven's army. The handle is platinum, encrusted with the most precious of diamonds with a blade of heavenly light attached to it, blinding those who are of the non-supernatural sorts.
History: He stood in the middle of the battle ground as he had done on earth many times. His sad eyes gazed over the dead and dying. This was different from the battlefields on Earth. These were the dead and dying of the war in Heaven. There would be no afterlife for them. They simply...ceased to exsist.
The Angels were fighting valiantly against the dark foe. But for what? He tried to remember what he was fighting for but he could no longer remember. He loved his father and he wanted to please him. He had always followed him, nothing wavering but now, looking around him, he lost sight of the reasons why. He needed those reasons.
He stepped over the bodies as he began walking toward the edge of the battlefield. He reached out and touched the fingertips of those who reached for him in their final moments. He could hear angels saying his name, asking him what to do. He didnt know anymore.
He reached the edge and looked down at the earth below. Another battle was going on there. The battle for survival. Survival from zombies, famine and peistilence. Who was helping them? The vampires? For what? So they could eat them...how wrong was it that God was allowing this to happen.
He turned to see an angel whom he had known for millenia, battling for his very existance. His name was Jophiel. He was the angel of muses, art, poetry, inspiration and beauty. He cried out for help as the demon began to overtake him. Micheal ran toward him. He had to save this gentle soul who had brought nothing but happiness to the world; who had never hurt anyone.
He ran as fast as he could and slew the demon who was attacking Jophiel, but he was too late. The demon had mortally wounded the poor lesser archangel. Tears filled his eyes as he knelt down and lifted Jophiel into his arms. "I'm so sorry." he said softly. Jophiels delicate han d lifted to Michaels cheek. Michael looked down into the angels face and was not surprized that he was smiling at him. "Michael, I give you my last gift. I give you all the beauty that I see around me. For you are, Michael, the most beautiful of all." Tears streamed down his cheeks as the angels hand fell and the light of life left his eyes. He b egan to sob and pulled the limp body against him tightly.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed. All fighting around him stopped for just a moment and those around him stared at him. He let go of the angel and stood, his chest rising and falling as anger and sorrow overtook him. "I will not do this any longer!" he shouted. He quicky moved back to the edge, turned to God, who was standing behind the army, overseeing the battle. "How can you just abandon them? How can you let this happen?" he screamed but God seemed to ignore him. "I quit Father! Do you hear me?? I QUIT!" He turned and jumped over the edge and fell to earth.
Rule Code Word: Nuke
Species Code Word: Light
Rp Sample: It's funny the thoughts that go through your head when you are falling. Things like, how much it will hurt when you land when you know you cant die whilst on earth. Things like, will my father miss me? Did he see me jump? Does he know I am gone? Did anyone see me jump? Am I being followed?
Then the thoughts stop the moment you see the ground coming up at you so fast you wonder what took it so long to smack you in the face. Then darkness as your body that turned almost human as you fell, just after your wings caught fire and you began to plummet like a fiery meteor and you felt the image of your wings etched into your back and your clothes go up in flames, blacked out from the pain of impact.
Michael looked up at the woman who was staring down at him with concern in her face. “You aren’t human are you?” He looked at the woman with confused eyes. What kind of question was that? Oh, she probably saw him fall. His hands went down to cover his nakedness and he simply shook his head. “Are you an angel?” He nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you. What is your name?” he almost blurted out that he was Michael the Archangel but suddenly thought that was a bad idea.
He had to think fast. He couldn’t lie. But he could twist his name so that it was still his, yet, not recognizable. “Archer…Archer Michaels.” He murmured weakly…and thus, his new life began.
