Post by Hawk on Aug 23, 2008 23:25:24 GMT -6
Name: Aeschylus
Age: Mid-thirties in appearance
Gender: Male
Race: Fallen Angel
Title: Former Watcher, now revoked.
Personality: Aeschylus is horribly twisted, having lost his basic sense of good over the years since being stripped of his wings. He takes delight in making the lives of others difficult, caring not about the consequences of his actions or the pain he causes to said individuals. Touchy about his past and angry to the point of hysterics about the many punishments laid upon him, he can go from chipper and cheery one minute to downright frightening the next. The very picture of a loose cannon, and one with a myriad of powers at that.
Appearance: Having an almost femininely slender build, Aeschylus has long, ramrod straight brown hair, braided straight down his back at all times. His skin tone is average, though it bears a slight glow from his former life. His fallen state is glaringly obvious from the wings that anyone of angelic decent and some with magical heritage can see. Once a clean white, they’ve now been dulled to a dirty grey from his thousands of years on Earth. His eyes, a striking blue, also give away his lack of complete sanity, as the ever-present calm that angels are known for has been replaced by a harshness that many humans don’t even possess. When not illusioned, he wears a plain cloth pant and long sleeved shirt of the brightest white, the clothes he last wore in heaven, which make the faded color of his wings even more apparent.
Element/Power: As an angel, while he was stripped of his "wings" or ability to return to the heavens, taking his powers was beyond the Powers that Be, as is evidenced by the powers that the angels that fell to Hell retained. The more simplistic of these powers involve things such as knowing every language and which to use with which people and the like. However, the majority of his powers have been altered to use for his twisted pleasures, such as: Using empathy to read into and point out the weaknesses in people and their relationships; using his ability to put those around him at ease to instead unsettle them; putting illusion to use to create deceptive situations; etc, etc.
History: Originally one of the angels entrusted to watch men in their early years, Aetius was given the position of a Watcher. The Watchers were supposed to be silent observers of humans as they developed, ensuring that no horrible crisis befell them, and that they brought no crisis upon the heavens. Angels placed in this position were trusted to make no contact with the humans, and were warned of punishment if they did.
But, like many of his fellow Watchers, Aetius developed a fondness for those he had been sent to watch over, eventually falling in love with a human woman of the area he had been charged with. He slept with the woman, and when she ended up with child he was overjoyed.
However, the heavens didn’t take kindly to an ignorance of their laws, and set forth to punish those of its house who broke them. Spreading word that the child of a human and an angel turned out to be a man-eating monster, they quickly destroyed all evidence of the relationships, including the Halfling child that Aetius so adored and the woman that he loved. They then stripped him of his ability to fly and trapped him on the Earth that he had just lost everything from, taking even his name from him, and placing on him instead with the name of Aeschylus, meaning "shame".
Forced to wander eternally as a punishment, Aeschylus’ hatred and horrible pain of loss overcame him, wanting to get revenge for what had been done to him, but having no way of doing so. This hopelessness continued to eat away at his mind until he eventually took to reaping his revenge on any that he could find, the only thing he could do to alleviate the suffering of his pointless existence.
Please provide a brief RP sample:
Happy couples. Everywhere he turned, happiness, bliss, cheer….
Raising both hands to push at the sides of his head in an attempt to turn off his generally useful empathic skills, he staggered into the nearest alleyway in a blind effort to get away from such bright waves. He’d headed out to find a bright pair to dull to a grey, like the many feathers of his wings, but he’d forgotten the accursed date…
“….Damned St. Valentine,” he mumbled, hitting a dead end.
But as he sank down to the dank ground, crushing his already broken wings under himself and covering them with unnoticeable dirt, he began to laugh, quietly at first but heading quickly to a hysterical level. Because the horrible irony was that he probably wasn’t damned. He was a saint. A saint who was revered for placing love above the laws of men!
“A…A fucking saint!” he gasped out between now frighteningly uncontrollable bursts of laughter.
And the most horrible part was that by heaven’s laws, the love that had sainted this man in history had doomed him for all eternity. Writing a love letter was a virtue, and having a child was a crime! Of course! How could he not understand?!
Sinking down to lay sideways on the ground and only wishing that a lack of air could be the death of him as he coughed out a few more disturbing chuckles, he resolved to steel himself against the overwhelming brightness of this supposedly happy day and make at least someone else as horrible as he felt at the moment. Because, after all, justice was justice, and if he couldn’t take revenge on the source of all light, then…
“Well, then the tiny little beacons will just have to do, won’t they?” he said to himself in a singsong voice, already gathering his strength.
And do they would, until he did enough damage to call the largest lights down from their high pedestal.
Age: Mid-thirties in appearance
Gender: Male
Race: Fallen Angel
Title: Former Watcher, now revoked.
Personality: Aeschylus is horribly twisted, having lost his basic sense of good over the years since being stripped of his wings. He takes delight in making the lives of others difficult, caring not about the consequences of his actions or the pain he causes to said individuals. Touchy about his past and angry to the point of hysterics about the many punishments laid upon him, he can go from chipper and cheery one minute to downright frightening the next. The very picture of a loose cannon, and one with a myriad of powers at that.
Appearance: Having an almost femininely slender build, Aeschylus has long, ramrod straight brown hair, braided straight down his back at all times. His skin tone is average, though it bears a slight glow from his former life. His fallen state is glaringly obvious from the wings that anyone of angelic decent and some with magical heritage can see. Once a clean white, they’ve now been dulled to a dirty grey from his thousands of years on Earth. His eyes, a striking blue, also give away his lack of complete sanity, as the ever-present calm that angels are known for has been replaced by a harshness that many humans don’t even possess. When not illusioned, he wears a plain cloth pant and long sleeved shirt of the brightest white, the clothes he last wore in heaven, which make the faded color of his wings even more apparent.
Element/Power: As an angel, while he was stripped of his "wings" or ability to return to the heavens, taking his powers was beyond the Powers that Be, as is evidenced by the powers that the angels that fell to Hell retained. The more simplistic of these powers involve things such as knowing every language and which to use with which people and the like. However, the majority of his powers have been altered to use for his twisted pleasures, such as: Using empathy to read into and point out the weaknesses in people and their relationships; using his ability to put those around him at ease to instead unsettle them; putting illusion to use to create deceptive situations; etc, etc.
History: Originally one of the angels entrusted to watch men in their early years, Aetius was given the position of a Watcher. The Watchers were supposed to be silent observers of humans as they developed, ensuring that no horrible crisis befell them, and that they brought no crisis upon the heavens. Angels placed in this position were trusted to make no contact with the humans, and were warned of punishment if they did.
But, like many of his fellow Watchers, Aetius developed a fondness for those he had been sent to watch over, eventually falling in love with a human woman of the area he had been charged with. He slept with the woman, and when she ended up with child he was overjoyed.
However, the heavens didn’t take kindly to an ignorance of their laws, and set forth to punish those of its house who broke them. Spreading word that the child of a human and an angel turned out to be a man-eating monster, they quickly destroyed all evidence of the relationships, including the Halfling child that Aetius so adored and the woman that he loved. They then stripped him of his ability to fly and trapped him on the Earth that he had just lost everything from, taking even his name from him, and placing on him instead with the name of Aeschylus, meaning "shame".
Forced to wander eternally as a punishment, Aeschylus’ hatred and horrible pain of loss overcame him, wanting to get revenge for what had been done to him, but having no way of doing so. This hopelessness continued to eat away at his mind until he eventually took to reaping his revenge on any that he could find, the only thing he could do to alleviate the suffering of his pointless existence.
Please provide a brief RP sample:
Happy couples. Everywhere he turned, happiness, bliss, cheer….
Raising both hands to push at the sides of his head in an attempt to turn off his generally useful empathic skills, he staggered into the nearest alleyway in a blind effort to get away from such bright waves. He’d headed out to find a bright pair to dull to a grey, like the many feathers of his wings, but he’d forgotten the accursed date…
“….Damned St. Valentine,” he mumbled, hitting a dead end.
But as he sank down to the dank ground, crushing his already broken wings under himself and covering them with unnoticeable dirt, he began to laugh, quietly at first but heading quickly to a hysterical level. Because the horrible irony was that he probably wasn’t damned. He was a saint. A saint who was revered for placing love above the laws of men!
“A…A fucking saint!” he gasped out between now frighteningly uncontrollable bursts of laughter.
And the most horrible part was that by heaven’s laws, the love that had sainted this man in history had doomed him for all eternity. Writing a love letter was a virtue, and having a child was a crime! Of course! How could he not understand?!
Sinking down to lay sideways on the ground and only wishing that a lack of air could be the death of him as he coughed out a few more disturbing chuckles, he resolved to steel himself against the overwhelming brightness of this supposedly happy day and make at least someone else as horrible as he felt at the moment. Because, after all, justice was justice, and if he couldn’t take revenge on the source of all light, then…
“Well, then the tiny little beacons will just have to do, won’t they?” he said to himself in a singsong voice, already gathering his strength.
And do they would, until he did enough damage to call the largest lights down from their high pedestal.