Post by Marcel Chevalier on Aug 17, 2012 18:42:51 GMT 1
Playby: Jonathan Rhys Myers
Name: Aiden Connor
Age: Timeless/ looks 30ish
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: pansexual
Species: Angel
Physical Description:
Aiden is average height for an angel at 7'2" and athletically built. He has hair that is so dark brown it is nearly black. He has an olive complexion that sets of his eyes that are bright pale blue, which is the signature of an angel. He has no belly button, as he was never born.
Attitude:
Aiden was an angel that worked under the Archangel Jophiel. He was a what is known as a muse. His life was spent inspiring art and poetry, painting the sunrise or sunset and shaping the clouds into various objects for children who were laying in the sun playing the game of picking out shapes. He is a quiet fellow who is full of joy and laughter…usually.
Abilities:
He has the typical abilities that any other angel has but he specializes in inspiring muse and painting sunrises and sunsets since no one else seems to care anymore.
Weaknesses: (Include all species weaknesses and 3 personal flaws/weaknesses.)
History:
Aiden was happy in heaven. He did his job just as he should. He saw his brothers and sisters around him find love in each other and become eternal companions. This never happened for him because he was so consumed in his work that he never noticed anyone around him. That is until the day when two mortals were brought to heaven and recreated into angels. Michael sang when he saw Metradon and Aiden was so happy he finally found someone. He wondered who was the other…The moment he saw him, his heart leapt for joy. He instantly fell in love with Sandalphon. From that day on his stayed at a distance but he followed Sandalphon around. He would paint his skin and eye color into the sunset or form a cloud into the shape of his hand or his ear or even into the shape of him curled up in the sun relaxing. This muse found his own muse in this beautiful archangel. He never approached him because he was not an archangel. He was a simple muse. How could Sandalphon want him? The day Sandalphon leapt from the battlefield, Aiden fell into despair. He pined and cried for his muse. God got so furious with his tears one day, his simply picked him up and flung him off the edge of heaven telling him never to return, as he was a sniveling coward.
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Species Code Word: (It's in the species description)
Clarification Code Word: (It's in the clarification thread)
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: (It's in the New Vegas Laws section under Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws)
Rp Sample:
Aiden sat on a rock, he felt miserable. He had been sitting there for some time, well hiding there was probably a more fitting term. He didn't want to be seen by anyone and have to explain his speedy recovery, and definitely not by the gorgeous archangel that he was desperately watching while at the same time avoiding.
The fall from heaven had found him unconscious, bleeding from the back of the head, a broken leg and with a split lip and black eye. Naturally he healed quickly but not before a scouting party led by General Milos had found him and taken him back to the makeshift hospital in Haven. Naturally he healed quickly and was walking around by the next day, only to come almost face to face with his missing muse. He hid then, just as he hid now.
He picked up a stone in his hand and threw it across the path, it bounced off barrel and skipped back towards him. He reached for it and picked it up, throwing it again. From his position in the shadows he could see the main gates, he was waiting to see when Sandalphon returned. He had gone into the city, alone, for one reason or other and he felt anxious waiting for him to return in safety. Having spent so long watching him from afar in heaven, it was certainly a more difficult task in close proximity.
He sighed, tossing the stone over and over, the shadows were growing longer as was his anxiety, while his patience was growing thinner. Out of frustration he pulled out a small notepad of paper and a piece of charcoal and started sketching the outline of a upturned smile, the smile of his most admired.
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