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Raphael: The Healer

"I will go with him; have no fear. In good health we shall leave you, and in good health we shall return to you, for the way is safe."

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a character in “A City of Fallen Angels”, as played by veve

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{Misnomer}
Raphael

{Gender}
Male

{Beliefs}
Deemed the angel of healing, Raphael has been sent down to earth many times to assist humans. He is, in fact, quite comfortable on Earth though he does have his questions as to why it was necessary for him to be brought back. He knows that man was one of God’s greatest and most beloved creations, but he’s not sure how to convince himself that all mankind deserves to have the everlasting love that his father gives.





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{Personality}

Raphael is a man that believes every ailment has a cure, so he tends to be everyone’s healer and sometimes consult. Whether that mean being a shoulder to cry on or being a literal doctor and healing broken bones.
Though he will listen to everyone else’s problems, he often keeps his to himself. He sees no need to show that he is also as vulnerable as the next person. All his emotions, with the exception of happiness are almost always hidden. As the healer he is, he believes it’s wrong to show himself hurt.
Raphael has a severe intolerance for human beings that harm themselves or others. To him, that is the ultimate sin, causing injury or death when it is unnecessary. He feels that humans that give up life or show no regard for it, show no regard for his father, and that cannot and will not be tolerated. He will become quite enraged, but not for long. He reminds himself he must love mankind when he feels himself slipping.
Besides this, Raphael is a very cool-minded individual. Patience is a trait that he prides himself on, and he will have respect for all that show respect for him. This is where his problem with humans has recently been stemmed from. How can humans be so indifferent to those around them?






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{Face Claim}
Michael Ealy

So begins...

Raphael: The Healer's Story

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Image Raphael took in his appearance once again. He ran his fingers across his skin, hair, and lips while staring into the mirror that adorned the wall of his bathroom. A feeling of slight familiarity filled him as he looked into his bright blue eyes. The almost ethereal glow in them was a slight reminder of what he was. He’d had the same eyes before, from the first time he’d been human, but things were different then. Mankind wasn’t like it was now. Sighing, he rinsed his face. Remember, why you were sent here again Raphael. Mankind deserves the same love that you have for the father. He constantly reminded himself of this, but it was easier said than done.

Going about his normal early morning ritual, Raphael washed himself and reluctantly got dressed. Having a human form was already a bit strange, but having to put clothes on it as well was the equivalent of putting on a rubber suit then pulling on leather over it. Nonetheless, it was necessary to humans, so he obliged. Now that he was dressed, Raphael headed to the world meant for mankind.

When he arrived, the streets were busy with morning traffic and people rushing to wherever they felt they needed to be. This, of all things, intrigued him. People would rush even when they had nothing to do, and it was ridiculous. He turned behind him, spotting a small shop with a vending machine outside of it. He inserted a small amount of money and got back a very cold bottle of water. He found that holding a beverage helped him to look more normal, considering his movements were still a bit stiff.

Raphael sat on a bench, water in hand, and observed his surroundings. In a taxi, a man hung out the window and yelled obscenities at another man who was also hanging out his window. Slightly wincing at the foul language, Raphael sat back and looked toward the sky, and suddenly he felt very homesick.

He turned to his right as he heard a very loud, very long stream of cursing to see a woman, covered in coffee and another one apologizing profusely. The first woman shouted at the second while she was squatting on the ground.

“I’m… I’m sorry. Jesus. Look, I totally overreacted.” She stood up, “It’s.. just been one of those shitty days, you know?”

Well at least that one apologized for the profanity she used. As he caught a glimpse of her face, Raphael recognized the second woman. Oh Anael… He knew it was Anael the moment he saw her face. Her eyes gave it away; that gentel glow could be no one but Anael. Smiling slightly to himself, Raphael continued to observe the scene as another person approached. He spoke in a strange way as well, not completely blending into the conversation like a normal human would. Figuring it was another angel looked on even more curious.

"Perhaps I can buy you another cup of - coffee? As an apology? And we can have a look at that burn..."

Raphael sat up a slight bit as an instinct triggered within him. A burn? Squinting his eyes at the woman, he tensed. As an angel of healing, he automatically wanted to help her.

”I’m afraid we do not have the…Time.

Raphael barely heard the male angel speak to the woman as he was craning his neck to observe the woman’s injury. As the angels stepped away, Raphael got a full look at the woman’s burn. Her wrist was turning red from the scalding liquid. Gripping his bottle of water, he stood up and stiffly walked over to the woman, now being able to see the reddened skin on the woman’s wrist. He walked directly to her and gently pressed the cold bottle to her wrist while holding her hand palm up with the other.

“Cold objects work well to help minor burns. Here."

As he did so he glanced over his shoulder and saw Anael and the man. Once again, the eyes gave away the angel’s identity. As Raphael realized he was looking at Gabriel, he also realized how strange his actions had been. Raphael put the woman’s other hand onto the bottle and stepped back, embarrassed and smiling slightly to possibly help the situation. Humans feel more at ease with smiling…right? Or does it just make it worse?

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The woman was ready to oblige her request when the man intervened, pulling his companion away lightly. "I'm afraid we do not have the... time." he told Kirsten, "we can do it another time if you like?" the man did not care to stay and set said time and moved away from her slowly to talk with his girlfriend out of earshot. Whatever. Kirsten thought unaffectedly to herself, although subconsciously it chapped her ass just a little to have her offer rejected. At least she wouldn't be buying coffee for three now.

She rubbed her inflamed wrist agitatedly, not helping the burn to get any better. Kirsten found she was good at inflicting pain but not very good at tending to what she damaged. At the same time, she peered at the coffee stain down the front of her button plaid shirt. "Fanfuckintastic." This day sure wasn't getting any better being outside. Maybe she should just retire indoors for the rest of the day after all. Try to forget glass eyes staring into the heavens and stare into a glass bottle of whiskey..

Right then, she felt her arm being pulled from her and a chill bottle of water placed on her wrist, raising goosebumps over her whole body. "What the fu--" Kirsten was about to let loose a new string of obscenities before she laid eyes on the handsome man gently caressing her arm, keeping her from instinctually karate chopping anyone who dared to touch her without her permission. Oddly enough she felt okay with this man touching her, allowing him to take her other hand and put it over the bottle to hold it in place. It wasn't until he let go of her that she seemed to snap back to reality, blinking twice rapidly.

“Cold objects work well to help minor burns. Here."

The stranger smiled sheepishly at her perhaps realizing the wherewithal his own actions took. "Uhh. Th-thank you." Did I just fucking stutter like some teenage girl? She internally chastised herself. She cleared her throat and rolled back her shoulders, gathering her bearings,"I mean, thanks. My arm feels a lot better already." She said in a more collected manner. The Canadian couple was quickly forgotten, everything really, even those empty glass eyes. Looking into the tranquil blue-green eyes of the stranger was more soothing than staring down at the bottom of any old whiskey glass.

Neither of them moved or said anything for a moment, he standing rigid and smiling, she pressing the bottle to her arm in silence. Perhaps he was waiting for her to hand the bottle back she thought. "Umm. Here, you can have this back.." She removed the cool bottle from her arm and offered the bottle back to him.

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Image“No, you should keep it. It will probably prove to be helpful later, if the pain should start again.” She awkwardly took the bottle back and held it to her wrist again. “Thanks..” she mumbled, scoping him up and down real fast with her eyes. It was in her nature as a law enforcement officer to hold some sort of suspicion of motive, but she was not getting a good read on this man. Perhaps because she wasn’t used to seeing sincerity she didn’t know how to recognize it. ”My sincerest apologies for your wrist and clothing. Sometimes others tend to not pay enough attention to their surroundings.” he apologized, gaze faltering from hers to the ground.

She blew a short breath of air through her nose in amusement. “Why should you apologize for somebody else’s mistake? But really, thanks for the concern, not many people tend to give a shit about one another either..” She smiled a lopsided smile at him. Why would someone as imposing as this man behave so humbly towards her? He didn't seem the type that had any reason to act bashfully around women, it was more likely the other way around. “So are you just an anonymous good Samaritan or do you have a name? I’m Kirsten.” She introduced herself removing the bottle from her wrist and thrusting a hand forward to shake.

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“Why should you apologize for somebody else’s mistake? But really, thanks for the concern, not many people tend to give a shit about one another either..”

Raphael stood straight as she said this. Though her statement of insight was sprinkled with a small amount of profanity, it made him smile. At least more than just the angels realize that empathy among mankind is quite rare. Day in and out Raphael saw homeless men and women on the streets and others wouldn’t cast them so much as a sideways glance. It sometimes made him wonder how Father could expect them to show love to mankind even when they didn’t extend each other the same courtesy.

“So are you just an anonymous good Samaritan or do you have a name? I’m Kirsten.”

My name? This is the first time a human from this time had requested to know his name. The inquiry startled him and for a second he faltered. He stared at her hand as he finally snapped out of his slight daze. Carefully taking it and shaking it (as he remembered seeing other people do), Raphael smiled, both at the Samaritan reference and at her polite gesture.

“I’m known as Raphael.”

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ImageKirsten smiled even wider at the way he introduced himself in an almost mechanical fashion. Perhaps he was a foreigner and English was not his first language. His hand had a firm grasp, strong, his whole arm was sinew and muscle, perhaps he worked doing physical labor like unloading trucks, his hands were not callused though.. Maybe he just worked out a lot. She internally chastised herself for analyzing the stranger and commanded herself to reserve judgment. Kirsten found she only had two settings in a relationship though, detective or hapless lover, either finding everything wrong with the person in the outset and walking away, or discovering he was married with two children and the one being walked away from.

“Raphael.. It’s nice to meet you.” Kirsten tested the name out on her lips thoughtfully before moving on. “Well, maybe I’ll see you again when I’m a little less of a mess.” She glanced down at her soiled shirt with a half-laugh and took back her hand. “How about a beer sometime? I have a friend who owns a taqueria that serves cervezas. It’s nothing wild, just a quiet little place to eat some good tacos. First drinks on me.” she offered nonchalantly. She may have been being forward having just met him, but that was her nature, and for some people, especially men, it was off putting. She hoped he wasn’t one of those men. Having grown up with three older siblings she learned to speak up and not shy around what she wanted lest she end up in a fork fight with one of them for the last morsel of a meal.

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“Raphael.. It’s nice to meet you.”

It surprised him to hear his name spoken by a human. Normally he didn’t hear it aside from his Father and his fellow angels. Raphael smiled and nodded his head toward her in acknowledgement.

“It’s nice to meet you as well.”

Truly, it was great to meet a human that had the capacity to be kind. For once a human had an actual conversation and didn’t seem to regret it. Though she was a little brusque and a tad obscene, Kirsten was a “good” human. Maybe if Raphael had run into more people like this one, he wouldn’t find it as hard to learn to love them.
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“How about a beer sometime? I have a friend who owns a taqueria that serves cervezas. It’s nothing wild, just a quiet little place to eat some good tacos. First drinks on me.”

Raphael got slightly rigid. A…beer? Just the word tasted a bit sour on his tongue. He knew that humans regularly indulged in alcohol and drunkenness, but that was a sin… However, having the drink wasn’t a sin; only the the state of being drunk was a sin. Besides, mankind used this as a way to further acquaint themselves with others, to make friends. Finding solace in the reasoning, Raphael flashed a smile, nodding his head.

“It sounds like a fine idea. Thank you.”

The thought of making friends with a human made him well up with hope. Father, your lesson will not be wasted. I will learn. I will...

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ImageKirsten's face instantly brightened at his answer. "Great! How about tonight? 8 o' clock?" She didn't wait for him to reply, putting the water bottle under her arm in order to dig in her purse in search of something to write with. The sound of a can of mace and loose change clinked around in the bottom until she procured a pen. "Ah-ha!" She exclaimed excitedly as if she had found a treasure, proud that she was able to find anything in the abyss that was her purse. "I don't really have paper so.." She grabbed his wrist and began writing with the blue ball point pen on the inside of his hand. "The place is on the corner of 12th and Liberty, it's called Gallo's. If you can't find it, this is my cell number."

The writing left on his hand when she backed away was poorly written but legible, her name and number in the smudgy blue ink across his tanned skin. She felt more hopeful than usual in this acquaintance and was happy that she would have a pleasant distraction to look forward to later on. For now she would need to go home, take a shower and a nap if she were to be at all presentable tonight. "So I'll see you later.. Can't wait." She said. She walked backwards a little bit, waving and keeping her eyes locked on him until she spun around and headed down the street away from him.

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As soon as he accepted her invitation, Kirsten’s face lit up. It made something deep inside Raphael stir. He always felt like this when he could sense happiness and joy in the air, especially when it came from a being that his father created. Raphael instinctively smiled broadly at her.

"Great! How about tonight? 8 o' clock?"

That seemed like a good enough amount of time for Raphael to gather any information he needed. After all, Raphael hadn’t accompanied any human in this time anywhere. As the woman dug through the bag she carried, Raphael gazed at her quite intrigued. Lots of women carried those things around with them, though it wasn’t appropriate for a man to carry one as well. He found this out the hard way while attempting to explore.

Once Raphael wandered into a boutique in search of clothing. He got many strange looks as he put on different purses in a mirror, mimicking someone else. As far as he knew, a purse was merely a bag to carry things in, but he was corrected rather quickly.

When Kirsten took his hand, Raphael snapped out of his reverie. He watched as she wrote some numbers on his hand with a pen. The numbers were a bit hard to read, but he could still tell what they were supposed to be.

"The place is on the corner of 12th and Liberty, it's called Gallo's. If you can't find it, this is my cell number."

Raphael thought back to the phone he’d bought shortly after arriving. It intrigued him how people carried phones around with them all day, and he’d wished to see what the fuss was all about. Though the phone did prove to assist in providing entertainment, he’d not decided to take it with him everywhere. It was always left in his room.

"So I'll see you later.. Can't wait."

Raphael smiled broadly and watched her leave. When she turned around, he looked back down at the number and name scrawled on his hand.

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He then turned around, wandering back in the Silver City as he observed the number and went over things in his head he’d have to research. The last thing he wanted was to do something strange to make the encounter go awry.