Post by Ezekiel on May 9, 2009 20:32:24 GMT -5
`` character information;;
Name; Ezekiel
Age; immortal
Birthplace; heaven
Sexuality; takes the form of a human male
Affiliation;(Hunter, Angel, Demon, Human, ect.) Arch Angel
Personality;(2 paragraphs)
Ezekiel is very assertive in what he does. He does not let anyone tell him what to do or NO for that matter. He answers to no one except for the almighty his or herself. He can be however concienscous of other beings when he wants to. Empathy wise well its unsure of how emathic he is towards others. He doesn't show that side after all to anyone else. As for being social he isn't that much either. Unless needs something take care of.
He is neither optimistic or pessimistic or at least it isn't shown which way he really is on that matter. He trust no one, not even all of the angels. The only one he does trust the most is himself and the Almighty. Zeek can be couragous, more so than probably Castiel, but he tries to hide better what he does, but he still trusts in what the almighty has planned, unless he feels that it will affect the fabric of what is. His drive to do what he does as the Arch angel of Death is absolute. He does his job with honest purpose. He has many virtues being an angel and holds them to heart. He has a very high self worth and does not lowly on himself. Though the one thing he doubts on is the intetions of heaven and the angels themselves. That and whether he should collect every person that dies or to let some go back to living.
Appearance;(1 paragraph)
He has long dark black hair that comes to about shoulder length. Though he can make it any length he want's. He can have his eyes be different colors, but most of the time they are either pure black or bright vibrant royal blue. He is very tall, standing at about 6' 4" and is decently average in build. His skin is very pale to an extent and his face looks like though it is young has seen many year of pain, sadness, and torture. He wears all black, including his trench coat that has a hood on it. He also wears a ring that has a special symbol on it that seems to hold some siginifance. His look gives him a no bullshit persona look and aura.
Skills&Weapons;
Celeb Claim; Criss Angel
Family; The heavens and its angels
History;(No Less then Two Paragraphs)
Ezekiel had no other past other than being the Arch Angel of Death. He was there when it all began. He will still be around when it will all end. It has been the only thing that he has ever known. Ezekiel knew no other life than just being the Arch Angel of Death. And he will know no other life other than that in the future, unless something happens to him. Everything is all in the forms of grey to him. There is no black and white.
He has no remorse for collecting souls most of the time, but has been known to let a few live only out of the sake of others not because he wanted to. There was only one he ever felt should have still lived, only cause he got to know the man personally, and that was over 2000 years ago. He had to be the one there to help collect him when he did pass on. It was up to record the only man he took any compassion towards. And proabably the only one he ever will. Other than that he has seen way too many wars and such to really have an emotional impact over collecting peoples spirits. Thats the way he just is. And the way he may always be. Unless the Winchesters end up shaking up his world.
Password;(In Rules) monkey
sample Rp;( No less then 2 paragraphs)
The streets were dark and under the only street lamps that were around mist was lying low on the ground. Suddenly from around the corner a figure appeared. They were all dressed in black clothing. However it only stirred because they wanted it to. The ends fluttered in what looked like a small breeze. The trenches hood was up, covering the persons face that was under it. The eyes seemed to still have the piercing effect though. There gaze foward and purposeful.
It seemed that they were on a mission and in a definite hurry to get where they were going. It seemed that no one would have been able to stop them. However why would they, there attire had that creepy look to which the person in the liked. Soon there walk down the street brought them to a corner street crossing, but before they could cross a car came speeding out of nowhere running into a car that was going to be crossing the same direction they were. He watched as the car that had been speeding had rammed directly into the drivers side of the the other car. He did not flinch or scream however. Instead, as soon as the crash was done he walked purposefully off the curb into the street where the acciedent had occured.
His steps were purposefull and steady as he approached the scene. He gave a sigh knowing that he had work to do. He went over to the car that had been hit first. He bent down and looked at the person inside.It was a woman with bondish hair that was lying unconscious in the vehicle. He then put a hand on her head and closed his eyes. Slowly the wonans soul began to come out of her body. She looked around blankly for a moment and then looked at him. Before she could say andthing to him though he said flatly, "Yes you are dead. Please don't be affraid. I am here to take you home." He held out a hand for her to take for comfort sake. Nervously she took it.
He then looked over to the other vehicle knowing he had another soul to collect. However as he took the woman with him to go over to the other vehicle so he could collect the other person soul he suddenly saw a jetting of black misty smoke come from inside the vehicle and go back into the ground below. This had to make him wonder if there was a soul in there to really collect at all. When he fully got over there to try and collect the soul of the man that was in that vehicle just like he tried to collect hers, he found he was coming up short. There was no soul. This had made him raise a brow in confusion. And it in the end made him pissed off. It ment that he had more work to do than he though for the list was now off kilter.
What Ezekial hadn't noticed was that back in the first vehicle ther ewas a young boy in the passangers seat that had just re woke up. The boy had fully woken up and was now watching what he was doing, actually being able to see Ezekiel. Which in most cases was very uncommon for some still living. Then that was when he started screeming out, "Mama! No! Please no! Mama!"
Ezekiel turned his head back to the other car. He could tell that the boy was now looking directly at him. He cursed to hiself and then got up and went back over to the other car, making the mother stay where she was even though she wanted to protest. He walked purposefully around the car to the passangers side and then knelt down next to the over turned car that the boy was in. The boy was laying on the roof of it unable at the time to try and escape. Ezekiel looked the boy over carefully and then place his hand on the boys head, not to collect his soul mind you, but to give the child peace of mind. As he did so he said to the boy, "Your mother is going to a better place now. She will be take well care of. Now sleep my child." With that final statement the boy was out cold. Ezekiel gave another sigh and stood back up. He walked over to the woman, took her hand again, gave her a reasssuring glance about the boy, and they both dissappeared as the sirens could be heard in the distance.
Experience; over 5 years!
Name; Ezekiel
Age; immortal
Birthplace; heaven
Sexuality; takes the form of a human male
Affiliation;(Hunter, Angel, Demon, Human, ect.) Arch Angel
Personality;(2 paragraphs)
Ezekiel is very assertive in what he does. He does not let anyone tell him what to do or NO for that matter. He answers to no one except for the almighty his or herself. He can be however concienscous of other beings when he wants to. Empathy wise well its unsure of how emathic he is towards others. He doesn't show that side after all to anyone else. As for being social he isn't that much either. Unless needs something take care of.
He is neither optimistic or pessimistic or at least it isn't shown which way he really is on that matter. He trust no one, not even all of the angels. The only one he does trust the most is himself and the Almighty. Zeek can be couragous, more so than probably Castiel, but he tries to hide better what he does, but he still trusts in what the almighty has planned, unless he feels that it will affect the fabric of what is. His drive to do what he does as the Arch angel of Death is absolute. He does his job with honest purpose. He has many virtues being an angel and holds them to heart. He has a very high self worth and does not lowly on himself. Though the one thing he doubts on is the intetions of heaven and the angels themselves. That and whether he should collect every person that dies or to let some go back to living.
Appearance;(1 paragraph)
He has long dark black hair that comes to about shoulder length. Though he can make it any length he want's. He can have his eyes be different colors, but most of the time they are either pure black or bright vibrant royal blue. He is very tall, standing at about 6' 4" and is decently average in build. His skin is very pale to an extent and his face looks like though it is young has seen many year of pain, sadness, and torture. He wears all black, including his trench coat that has a hood on it. He also wears a ring that has a special symbol on it that seems to hold some siginifance. His look gives him a no bullshit persona look and aura.
Skills&Weapons;
- Angelic powers
- Collects and delivers souls
- being an arch he can appear without have to use another human as a vessel.
- He has no use for mortal weapons but will use them if he has to. (he's very found of the legendary sword of trueth Excaliber)
Celeb Claim; Criss Angel
Family; The heavens and its angels
History;(No Less then Two Paragraphs)
Ezekiel had no other past other than being the Arch Angel of Death. He was there when it all began. He will still be around when it will all end. It has been the only thing that he has ever known. Ezekiel knew no other life than just being the Arch Angel of Death. And he will know no other life other than that in the future, unless something happens to him. Everything is all in the forms of grey to him. There is no black and white.
He has no remorse for collecting souls most of the time, but has been known to let a few live only out of the sake of others not because he wanted to. There was only one he ever felt should have still lived, only cause he got to know the man personally, and that was over 2000 years ago. He had to be the one there to help collect him when he did pass on. It was up to record the only man he took any compassion towards. And proabably the only one he ever will. Other than that he has seen way too many wars and such to really have an emotional impact over collecting peoples spirits. Thats the way he just is. And the way he may always be. Unless the Winchesters end up shaking up his world.
Password;(In Rules) monkey
sample Rp;( No less then 2 paragraphs)
The streets were dark and under the only street lamps that were around mist was lying low on the ground. Suddenly from around the corner a figure appeared. They were all dressed in black clothing. However it only stirred because they wanted it to. The ends fluttered in what looked like a small breeze. The trenches hood was up, covering the persons face that was under it. The eyes seemed to still have the piercing effect though. There gaze foward and purposeful.
It seemed that they were on a mission and in a definite hurry to get where they were going. It seemed that no one would have been able to stop them. However why would they, there attire had that creepy look to which the person in the liked. Soon there walk down the street brought them to a corner street crossing, but before they could cross a car came speeding out of nowhere running into a car that was going to be crossing the same direction they were. He watched as the car that had been speeding had rammed directly into the drivers side of the the other car. He did not flinch or scream however. Instead, as soon as the crash was done he walked purposefully off the curb into the street where the acciedent had occured.
His steps were purposefull and steady as he approached the scene. He gave a sigh knowing that he had work to do. He went over to the car that had been hit first. He bent down and looked at the person inside.It was a woman with bondish hair that was lying unconscious in the vehicle. He then put a hand on her head and closed his eyes. Slowly the wonans soul began to come out of her body. She looked around blankly for a moment and then looked at him. Before she could say andthing to him though he said flatly, "Yes you are dead. Please don't be affraid. I am here to take you home." He held out a hand for her to take for comfort sake. Nervously she took it.
He then looked over to the other vehicle knowing he had another soul to collect. However as he took the woman with him to go over to the other vehicle so he could collect the other person soul he suddenly saw a jetting of black misty smoke come from inside the vehicle and go back into the ground below. This had to make him wonder if there was a soul in there to really collect at all. When he fully got over there to try and collect the soul of the man that was in that vehicle just like he tried to collect hers, he found he was coming up short. There was no soul. This had made him raise a brow in confusion. And it in the end made him pissed off. It ment that he had more work to do than he though for the list was now off kilter.
What Ezekial hadn't noticed was that back in the first vehicle ther ewas a young boy in the passangers seat that had just re woke up. The boy had fully woken up and was now watching what he was doing, actually being able to see Ezekiel. Which in most cases was very uncommon for some still living. Then that was when he started screeming out, "Mama! No! Please no! Mama!"
Ezekiel turned his head back to the other car. He could tell that the boy was now looking directly at him. He cursed to hiself and then got up and went back over to the other car, making the mother stay where she was even though she wanted to protest. He walked purposefully around the car to the passangers side and then knelt down next to the over turned car that the boy was in. The boy was laying on the roof of it unable at the time to try and escape. Ezekiel looked the boy over carefully and then place his hand on the boys head, not to collect his soul mind you, but to give the child peace of mind. As he did so he said to the boy, "Your mother is going to a better place now. She will be take well care of. Now sleep my child." With that final statement the boy was out cold. Ezekiel gave another sigh and stood back up. He walked over to the woman, took her hand again, gave her a reasssuring glance about the boy, and they both dissappeared as the sirens could be heard in the distance.
Experience; over 5 years!
