Post by chaotixdivine on Apr 24, 2007 21:36:33 GMT -5
Name: Seraphiel
Sex: Asexual
Domains: Justice/Courts, Knowledge, Balance
Powers: Extraordinary regenerative powers, Omniscience
Pantheon: Angel
History: Seraphiel has been a passive observer of the human world since his birth, and as such is able to remember any detail, no matter how tiny or insignificant. However, this also means he has actually accomplished very few of the great deeds that are characteristic of gods. Seraphiel did however defeat the angel Samael, a very powerful angel who betrayed the rest of the pantheon, in a battle that, according to the myths of his followers divided day and night. Many of his followers have sought him out on a kind of pilgrimage for advice, and judges often pray to him the day before a trial.
Appearance: Seraphiel appears as a massive figure, encased in shining silver armor. Sprouting from his back are four wings that glow brightly enough to hurt a mortal's eyes. In one silver-gauntleted hand Seraphiel holds a a gigantic sword. It is said that he once also had a shield, but that it was broken in his battle with Samael. The god's helmet was also damaged in that battle, revealing a green light that shines brightly enough to damage a god's eyes if looked upon directly and that can blind mortals.
RP Sample: (Copy/pasted from Naruta) There sits a building. A small, ugly, rather rundown building that is, in one way, not like other small, ugly, rather rundown buildings. It is covered in signs, so many of them it's impossible to tell if it has windows and one would have to study it for several minutes to detect the door. The largest sign, situated just above the door, is painted on a rather flimsy piece wood and reads "Key Fabre, Bodyguard and Healer for hire." Nailed to that sign is a smaller sign, this one painted on cardboard which informs anyone who looks at it that "Clients will not be turned away based on inability to pay." Surrounding these two rather sensible signs are dozens more, painted on every substance one could possibly paint on, showing rather ridiculous pictures, rhymes, and the occasional word of advice. At the moment, a young man, the same Key Fabre mentioned in the sign above his head, is outside of the small, ugly, rundown building which serves as his office, trying to find a space in which to nail a new sign.
Sex: Asexual
Domains: Justice/Courts, Knowledge, Balance
Powers: Extraordinary regenerative powers, Omniscience
Pantheon: Angel
History: Seraphiel has been a passive observer of the human world since his birth, and as such is able to remember any detail, no matter how tiny or insignificant. However, this also means he has actually accomplished very few of the great deeds that are characteristic of gods. Seraphiel did however defeat the angel Samael, a very powerful angel who betrayed the rest of the pantheon, in a battle that, according to the myths of his followers divided day and night. Many of his followers have sought him out on a kind of pilgrimage for advice, and judges often pray to him the day before a trial.
Appearance: Seraphiel appears as a massive figure, encased in shining silver armor. Sprouting from his back are four wings that glow brightly enough to hurt a mortal's eyes. In one silver-gauntleted hand Seraphiel holds a a gigantic sword. It is said that he once also had a shield, but that it was broken in his battle with Samael. The god's helmet was also damaged in that battle, revealing a green light that shines brightly enough to damage a god's eyes if looked upon directly and that can blind mortals.
RP Sample: (Copy/pasted from Naruta) There sits a building. A small, ugly, rather rundown building that is, in one way, not like other small, ugly, rather rundown buildings. It is covered in signs, so many of them it's impossible to tell if it has windows and one would have to study it for several minutes to detect the door. The largest sign, situated just above the door, is painted on a rather flimsy piece wood and reads "Key Fabre, Bodyguard and Healer for hire." Nailed to that sign is a smaller sign, this one painted on cardboard which informs anyone who looks at it that "Clients will not be turned away based on inability to pay." Surrounding these two rather sensible signs are dozens more, painted on every substance one could possibly paint on, showing rather ridiculous pictures, rhymes, and the occasional word of advice. At the moment, a young man, the same Key Fabre mentioned in the sign above his head, is outside of the small, ugly, rundown building which serves as his office, trying to find a space in which to nail a new sign.
