Hadriel

[raziel]

I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!

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AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]

We were never meant to take sides.

NAME Hadriel.
AGE --.
DOB --.
SPECIES Angel.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Asexual.
ALLEGIANCE God, the Father.
OCCUPATION Angel of the Lord.


HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR Black. Curly.
EYES Brown.
PERSONAL STYLE
Well, it's not so much his personal style as it is that of his vessel. Like most angels that take a human vessel, he does not make a point of changing clothes. It is not important. Either way, he generally wears a white shirt that's a bit unbuttoned with a black blazer. The same lack of importance goes for his hair too, which falls in wild, untamed curls into his face most of the time.

PLAY BY Louis Garrel.

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DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES
>doing his important jobs properly
>interacting with his brothers on occasion
>working individually, for the most part
>retaining favor among the angels
>being respected for his former rank
>looking upon the beauty of God's creation

DISLIKES
>prying human questions
>most human interaction
>things standing between him and his goals
>conflict with other angels
>having lost higher rank
>being ridiculed for loss of rank
>demeaning tasks and orders
>having to spend much time on Earth

STRENGTHS
>intelligent and creative
>not concerned with the cost of actions
>extensive Enochian knowledge
>formerly high in angelical ranks
>well-respected among other angels, even after demotion
>understands basics of human nature, grudgingly
>fierce fighter

WEAKNESSES
>holy oil
>angel banishing sigils
>angel killing blade
>enochian sigils
>death's scythe
>cambion
>archangels
>lacks human/personal skills
>borderline impulsive
>hesitant to follow orders seen as unimportant
>seen as unemotional

SPECIAL SKILLS
>angelic possession
>superhuman strength
>telekinesis
>teleportation
>healing
>sedation
>exorcism
>supernatural perception
>telepathy
>soul reading
>voice mimicry
>knowledge of all prophets
>time travel

10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU
>Elitist
>Loyal
>Spiteful
>Grudging
>Ancient
>Powerful
>Fierce
>Restrained
>Agitated
>Unsure


WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN Heaven.
PARENTS God.
SIBLINGS All Angels.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER None.
OFFSPRING None.
HISTORY

Hadriel rose to his height in Heaven several millenia after his creation, eventually becoming the chief of an angel garrison. Highly respected among the angels below him, he also gained the favor of many of the archangels, who trusted him with great responsibilities. One of this was Sodom and Gommorah. When the orders were given that the two cities were to be destroyed, but the lines of Abraham and Lot were to be saved, Hadriel was the first to accept the task without question. As it was written in the old Testament, he appeared as a man, taking the vessel of a faithful man and arriving at Abraham and Lot's respective doors with another of his brothers. They gave their warning and the humans were given the opportunity to leave. Then, they smote the two cities without a second thought, just as they had been ordered. From there, he began to gather respect.

The smiting of the two cities heightened his rank and respect even further, and he seemed to be able to take orders without any sort of hesitation. While this was indeed a virtuous trait, it was also known that he could be rather ruthless when doling out the punishments. He was especially thorough when it came to those without the faith. One of his most notorious acts, while on orders to punish many of the heathens within the growing Roman Empire, was the 79 AD eruption of Vesuvius. It was with this that he was seen as a bit too intense, bordering the sin of Wrath. At this point, he was given less of a task with punishments and more focused within Heaven.

Hadriel still saw much sin left in the world. Sin that he knew his Heavenly Father could not look upon. It seemed wrong. The spreading of the Word seemed to have come to an abrupt halt in the 20th century, thanks to worldy technology and such. No more grand missionary trips to the far reaches of the world where the love of their Heavenly Father could not be told. Not to mention, even if they were to be told, the humans had become so ignorant and skeptical that they simply ignored the holy truth! They were a race that needed to "see to believe" as it was said. If the heavenly host were to descend upon them and make the offer very clear and very real, then it would probably be a bit more convincing. To do that, he would need more of his brethren to help.

However, they were off killing demon spawn, which would be a never ending task. For each demon they smote, two more seemed to take it's place. It was an eternal task. However, in Hadriel's opinion, the world would be less susceptible and welcoming to the demons if every being on the planet knew of the Lord. More faith means less chance of possession by demons. It could be justified enough to work, and so he gathered some of his own and they set out to do it, although a bit subversively. It began with Hadriel and his accomplices offering the faith to some of the fouler sinners of the human race, of course using a bit more of the awe-factor to try to convince them. Many converted out of fear and awe (as expected), but there were those who did not. At first, they just let them be. Hadriel made the decision, though, that the ones they let go were a stain and provided to much opportunity for easy possession. He ordered that each one who did not accept the angel's offer would be eliminated, soul and all.

For about four years, this went on. The deaths seemed to blend in with the natural human loss of life without question, except on the individual basis. Then again, no one paid much attention to those in the long run. After all, in Hadriel's mind it was completely justified...and he wanted it to continue, on a grander scale. However, just as his plans were starting to come together, they got caught. Hadriel fought for his actions, but the Archangels said the he had overstepped the boundary and abused the powers of his rank. He feared he would be stripped of his grace and forced to fall down to Earth, but instead he was told he would get to "learn his place" as a lesser angel.

Stripped of his authority and status, he was taken down several tiers among the ranks, landing squarely in the group of angels that get the most orders for the most ridiculous things. Essentially, he was in Celestial Timeout. Basically, he was sent down to Earth more frequently than others to do the jobs that the higher ups would not do....the jobs that he would never have been caught doing for the past several thousand years. Oh, how things had changed. Taking on the vessel of a young and willing catholic school student in France. Since then, he has been popping around, doing whatever it is that his new "superiors" (many of whom used to be inferior to him) decided he should do. One wrong step and he would lose his grace completely and wind up human.

He was to be watched closely for 300 years, hopefully learning that his orders were the only thing he was allowed to follow, not even his own intuition. Of course, with the hosts of heaven being spread far and wide to expel the demon threat, they did not keep an eye on him at all times. Even then, being given orders by those who were supposed to be under him does not make him terribly enthusiastic to follow through with them. He does so grudgingly and will often take his time, as long as possible even before he would get in further trouble. As much as Hadriel does not want to spend the rest of eternity surrounded by humans. That would be closer to hell than hell itself, which he has braved a couple times.

So, there he is, stuck between a rock and a hard place. He'd rather not spend his time up in Heaven to be nagged by his new and rather bossy superiors, but he'd prefer to spend as little time around humans as possible. Call him an elitist at that rate. When not directly following his orders, he'll find secluded places to stay, like the side of Mt. Everest or the Sahara desert or the middle of Antarctica. In his negatively biased opinion, penguins were even better creations than humans. To get out some of his frustration, he'd find the odd demon or so. However, there was work to be done in the name of the Lord, and he knew he had better not screw up.

It remained this way until the beginning of the 21st Century, (about 100 years into his sentence) when the 66 Seals were being broken by the demon, Lilith. The war raged on between angels and demons, and many of his brethren were lost in the fight. After Lucifer was locked into the Pit, as well as the Archangel Michael, the Civil War in Heaven began. Raphael vs. Castiel is what it became. While it seemed petty, he made his decision to follow the orders of Castiel instead of Raphael, due to the latter being exeptionally cruel during his punishment. The idea of living under the rule of such a self-righteous Archangel was not appealing, and so he made his choice. Fighting against his own brethren seemed beyond wrong, but he did so for what he thought was right. He believed Castiel would keep Raphael from claiming the throne of Heaven, saving it for their beloved Father.

They were all betrayed.

Castiel took it upon himself to open Purgatory and use all of the souls to give him incredible power. Not only that, but he did exactly what Raphael was going to do: he claimed the throne of Heaven. Even further than that, he declared himself the new God. Hadriel could not believe the betrayal and fled from the new "false god's" service, taking refuge on Earth...even though his punishment was no longer legitimized. There were others who felt similarly to him, or simply opposed Castiel one way or another. While he did not know if laying seige against Castiel's heaven was the best idea, he was certainly not going to give in. After all, Castiel had become an idol, blaspheming their Father's name. He was even worse than Lucifer; at least he loved their Father...just too much. So, Hadriel's predicament lies in that he must find the support of others and come up with some decision about what must be done.



ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS Mere.
RP EXPERIENCE 8+ years.
OTHER CHARACTERS N/A.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

((From a Doctor Who RP ;D ))

"I'm sorry, I don't understand," Lucy said, completely baffled by what the man at the crosswalk just said. "Did you just say...'New York City'?" The man in the odd hat and even odder glasses scoffed at her and marched across the street, muttering something in a distinctly not British accent. It was an American accent. Which meant...no, no that couldn't be possible. Her mind in a panic, she tried to rush over the last few moments that she could remember before waking up beside a dumpster in an alleyway. First of all, that was a red flag. Swansea didn't have alleys, especially not where she was living. And, even though the stink of the fisheries and tidepools wasn't exactly what she would call pleasant, it didn't even compare to the way this city smelled. But...it was impossible!

"It can't be...it just can't..." she murmured, looking around in bewilderment, as she tried to push her way through the crowds. Even if this were supposed to be New York City, it wasn't anything like what she saw in the occasional movie. It was dirty and dark, and the people here...their clothes. Wasn't New York supposed to be the center of fashion? Everything here looked so...old. So dated. What with their glasses and pinstripe suits and briefcases. Even a few women walked around wearing hats. And...and...was that a homeless hippie?! Yes, right there, with the cup and the rastafarian hat. Oh, this was too much!

Jostling around through the crowd a bit, she apparently seemed to be calling some attention to herself, just with her clothes: a pair of darkwash skinny jeans, a black blouse, and a grey knit over-sweater. All of the other women in the streets had either pencil skirts or wide-legged pants....and rather outrageous hair. It was like stepping back into an old sitcom that her father used to watch on Sunday mornings. It was baffling...and disturbing.

Still with no idea where she was going, she half-ran down the streets, looking around at the people and the taxis and the garbage. A sheet of newspaper got caught in between her legs, tripping her up a bit. Just as she started to kick it away, she froze and snatched it up. Her eyes widened as she read the date, and for a moment, she thought she was going to be sick. 1977. "Is this a joke?" she whispered, almost completely inaudible. Her hands were starting to shake and she felt a few beads of sweat forming on her brow. Nervous? Yes...but also from the heat. It was hot here. Very hot. Her heavy cardigan felt like too much and she began to claw it off frantically. Then, she felt the little bulge in her pocket. Her cell phone.

Plucking it out, she mashed random buttons until the screen lit up. No service. Why was she even checking for that? It's not like cell phones existed in the seventies...but still. What baffled her mind even more was the date and time. The day was the same day as she last remembered in Swansea...but the year read 1977. "No...there is no...possible way!" Her mind was racing. Panic seemed to overtake her. How? How did this happen? WHAT happened? Her breathing began to accelerate as she stood there, cellphone in hand, looking up at the buildings. She was slightly hyperventilating, and the sheer height of the buildings gave her vertigo. Her head began to spin, lightheaded from her moment of hysteria. Nothing...nothing made any sense!

IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?

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[D A N A]

accepted!