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Galen Dallas

"Disasters are funny things. Necessary. In some they bring out the worst. I look for those who have their best wrenched into view."

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a character in “Among the Dark Things”, as played by WriteLive

Description

Galen Dallas

Age: He's been around so long, he can't really remember at this point. Looks to be in his mid to late 20s

Species: Angel
~Type: Guardian-Reaper
Image ~Jobs: Watcher, Healer, occasionally acts as a scout for potential Angels (but that's more a "if I see them, I point them out to the Scouts" kind of thing)
~Post: He and a handful of others watch over the city in which all Immortal races converge (Modern City Nightscape)

Gender: Male

Height: around 6 feet 3 inches

Build: Broad shouldered, well muscled. Looks as though he could go into a gunfight bare handed--and come out unscathed.

Hair: Dark auburn

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Eyes: His eyes are fierce and protective, a violet almost out of place in male eyes.

Other features(scars, birthmarks, etc): It is said that people are reincarnated with birthmarks that tell how their previous self died; this is certainly true of Galen. Dead center of his chest is an oddly shaped, red wine stain colored birthmark, vaguely resembling the hilt of a broadsword. On his left shoulder is a series of small puncture-like scars from a run in with a Vampire.

ImageAbout/Timeline: Galen is a calm, strategic individual. He'd rather be the one at the very front, studying and watching both sides of a battle to learn more about the enemy--and his own forces. In his human life, he had an uncanny knack for "knowing" where and when an enemy would strike, and where best to position his men to avoid the most losses, and would often rouse his troops in the middle of the night for something as simple(but dangerous) as a small house fire across the village. Unlike most humans who become Angels, Galen has a pair of wings. Neither Guardian-Silver nor Reaper-Charcoal, his wings are the color of stormclouds, a rare but not unknown trait of mixed Angels. Some believe he was in fact an Angel, that maybe he took a bad fall in human form and had forgotten all about it; others suggest that he had some Angel blood in him (the more likely to have occurred). He had two roles in his human life: He was the next to lead his Clan, and he was a battlefield healer. Both of these jobs meld into his sole occupation as a Guardian Reaper: Assess situations in the post to discover the required numbers of various Angels needed, and to watch over the Healers in the same post. He has given himself another job, however, feeling he wasn't doing enough for the Race: keep an eye out for those who have the potential for becoming Angels like himself, and tell the Scouts of any and all he finds. So far, he hasn't been wrong about any of those whom he's found. In his human form, he works volunteer positions at various hospitals and clinics in his post.


Abilities/strengths: (aside from breed strengths) Flight, vague empathy. His gift of Foresight from his human life has been enhanced slightly. As with most winged Angels, he has the ability to make his wings unseen/unfelt to mortals

Weaknesses: His Foresight is unreliable, and smashes into his head at the weirdest times. This causes him to have terrible headaches, some borderline migraines. Though he can send emotions to others, he is incapable of true telepathy, making things difficult when trying to talk to other Angels. Sending messages on emotions is nearly impossible as it is, and it takes up much of Galen's energy, so he can't do it often. He can't sense the emotions of Vampires except with particularly strong ones ( hatred and terror, usually)

Fears: Oddly enough for someone his age, the dark. He hates working at night, because the dark interferes with his strengths as an Angel. His inability to "hear" Vampires only increases that phobia. He's also terrified of extremely tight spaces, partly due to his size and impressive wingspan.


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I take no credit for these pics

So begins...

Galen Dallas's Story

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Michael
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Michael assisted the swaying human girl into a plush chair near the bar, running a hand through her hair before perching onto a stool and allowing himself to relax. He listened to the heavy thump from the music, tuning out the horrible, nonsensical lyrics so he could enjoy the display before him. The writhing mass on the dance floor was nearly as hypnotic as the swirl of the Balls and Galas at the palace, but with a genuine feel. These people were here to enjoy themselves, perhaps find a snack to take home for the night. New laws had been made that said they couldn't kill these take-home meals, simply because they were likely to be discovered. That made all of these humans even more comfortable around the nightlings they knew existed, and made it easier to find food that would willingly keep itself for a long time.

Galen
(Club/Bar District streets) Galen followed his Empathy toward the shifter pub with a frown. He wasn't supposed to go in there, but something was dragging him toward whoever was hurt inside. As he got closer, his gift helped him understand more: the young shifter was female. As was often the case with shifters, this was a hunting injury. A bad one. {i]She has care, though,[/i] he reminded himself. He and the barkeep were on good terms, so long as he didn't come in. The guy was good, although not meant to be an Angel so far as he could sense. He would take care of the girl.

We don't guard Immortals, Council... Why do I sense you want me to watch her...?

The setting changes from Modern Nightscape to Bloodlust

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Michael smiled hungrily, his brother's boredom mirroring his own. "It's dead tonight... Let's go. We'll see what we can find, before Mother sends her Creature after us..." He often referred to the Advisor/ Executioner as his mother's creature.The man was bloodthirsty and half mad--exactly the sort to lead at their parents' side. Shifters are fun... but their blood is often so bland or bitter.... At least to me; we can chase one, but unless there's a good fight in it, I have no interest in attacking it. Too bad Angels are so hard to sniff out; been a long time since we found one... And that one they had found wasn't much fun except as a sparring partner. He'd had too good a point; if they'd drained him, there'd be one less of their kind, one less delicious source. That, and he ensured healthy lives for the humans vampires fed on. Having an Angelic ally would help them later, when they took the Throne.

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Al was too restless to wait the night out in the tavern. Once her side was no longer hurting her and her wolf was a little less noticable, she headed back out. The night was even more alive than the last time she was out. She could hear the music from one of the clubs on the road and the heartbeats that thumped within the close proximity. At first all the noise that came with being in the city was overwhelming. So loud and different and all at once. This world, the human world was far too fast paced for her. Al adored the low key feel of the forest. She could take her time and enjoy everything her senses picked up. Or she could run and feel the breeze glide against her skin and fur. The world of creatures was far more lenient to adapt to how she wanted to move rather than the human world. Most places she had visted demanded that she move at the same pace or faster than everyone else.When she didn't she felt the annoyance and anger radiate from the people she was slowing down. She didn't like that. The only time the forest demanded that she move faster than she wanted was when she was hunting (granted she already was aware that she needed to move fast in order to catch her prey) or being hunted. She shook at the memories of all the time she had been chased and beaten. She unconsciously ran her slender fingers over her lips to where a scar ran through them.
The memory was so intense she had to stop for a moment as she continued to stroke her lips. She recieved many scars that time, ones that never seemed to fully heal. They would hurt on occasion causing her to have to pause and wait the pain out. She once asked another immortal if that was possible. If old scars could burn as if they were new. The hawk shifter looked at her sadly (well, Al thought she did, she smelled sad anyways) and replied, "They can. Sometimes because they never fully heal. Sometimes because the memory forces it to hurt." Al didn't like either answer but accepted it. The wise hawk knew far more than Al ever did and they were friends. When she finally came out of her head she realized she was standing outside a strange building. The scents coming from it were different; new. It smelled of death, life, and something she wasn't quite sure of.

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Aleara

She felt eyes on her the longer she stood infront of the strange building. She couldn't tell what they were thinking (she wasn't psychic), but she had a feeling she wasn't exactly welcomed. It had been a while (too long perhaps) since she'd been to a large city and couldn't' remember if she would cause problems if she saited her curiousity and went in to explore. She meant the creatures inside no harm, but that didn't mean they wouldn't find the act a declaration. She didn't want that. Her choice however was decided for her when blood wafted her way. Her head turned as she scented the air. It was a strange mixture of stale and slowly dying blood. Al's skin started to crawl the closer her feet brought her to the source. She was hidden in the shadows of the borders between species when she heard a female voice utter, "Shifter-" Before dying. It is strange to know or witness a vampire dying. She silently crept backwards into an alley, not wanting to be caught by the two imposing men that were still with the dead woman.
How she never realized there was another near her, Al will never understand. Unlike most, she tended to alwasy ne aware when beings were near due to her non-visual senses being so developed. But by the time she did, she had already bumped into the silent being. She jolted a little before spinning with a startled expression. "Sorry." She whispered, hoping the immortal would not want to harm she. She was still hurt and very little compared to fighting with a stitched side.

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Vince

Stupid bitch. Vince growled to himself as he limped back to the woods that surrounded the city. He trotted through it, snapping at every creature that happened across him. When he came to a stream he stopped to wash himself. Vampires were repugnant smelling; he wanted to throw up. He had to admit though, it was the most stimulating fight in a very long time and it proved how strong he was. He preened a little at the knowledge that he defeated, no killed the stupid bitch. Huh! and the supernatural world claims shifters are one of the weakest immortals there is. How foolish of them, they all deserve to die.
After cleaning his wounds, he tracked down a nice den to rest in. Once the stupid creature that once lived inside it was taken care of (Vince would be saving it for later), he made himself comfortable. It would take about two full days to heal, he would be back on the prowl in about a day.

Aleara

The man's accent soothed her (it reminded her a little of when she lived among humans) as much as the calming feeling he was sending her way. It unnerved her a little that he could influence her, but she was never one to judge. If he meant her harm, he would act and Aleara would know never to trust him. For now however, she accepted tha feeling and gave a tight smile before turning to face the scene once again. Shaking her head, she replied lappsing back a little into her own Irish accent, "No. I came across the smell as I was walking." She lifted her head to scent the air but found the odors were too mixed. "The scents are too corrupted though for me to differenciate what the other specie's might be. The older the vampire is, the harder it is to distinguish the vampire's natural scent from its... donor's or in this case the attacker." She itched under her nose, the strange mix of stale, decay, nature, and hormones maded her want to sneeze. She bit her lip as she looked back at the man with a unique scent. "If the attacker is not another vampire, what does this mean for us?"

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Aleara

Dread filled her as she started stroking the twin scars down her lips. This couldn't happen again. She felt like a curse; wherever she went trouble brewed. Part of the reason she lived in the forest and rarely interacted with human dwellings or other immortals was because trouble tended to follow her. The perfect example was the Windrunner Pack. She was only supposed to be there as a guest and ended up causing blood to be spilt. She shook the memory from her mind as she drummed her fingers.
Her heightened hearing picked up the vampires talking about leaving. "If I can get close enough to the body I might be able to sift through the scents. It is possible to pick up an abnormality as long as no more than seven scents are mixed." Al gave the stranger a grin as she tapped her nose. "A wolf's sense of smell is most useful at times." Then she cocked her head, hair swishing at the sudden movement. "Though incredibly troublesome when entering a city after a long time away from... humans. It seems the vampires do not wish for a fight and I too hope to prevent it." She bit her lip before giving a graceful curtsie bow. "I am Aleara-Rayn, a pleasure to meet you."

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Aleara

"Thank you for the advice Galen." Al bowed my head and moved some of her unruly hair aside. "You sound as though you know these two particular vampires well. When you say ruthless, do you mean that if provoked they will show no mercy or never cross their path or they will attack? I want to know who I am dealing with if I am to remain in the city longer than a few days." Using the wall Al made her way half a foot from the exit of the alley. She inhaled as deeply as she could trying to take in the vampires' scents. It was difficult and hurt her head trying to sift through all the scents demanding her attention. Finally though she was able to tag them: Damp soil and charred, fabric and fire.
Stepping back into the alley she turned back to the man trying not to wince. The throbbing was back in her side, but she tried to push it away so Galen would not have deal with the pain she was feeling. "And if you do not mind me asking..." She looked down shy and unsure if she should ask. Invasion of privacy and all. "What are you?" She felt her cheeks burn. When the heck did she become bold enough to ask a stranger this? "I have never met another that smells like you."

Vince

Vince was sleeping soundly. He was in the middle of a nice dream where he's found his little bitch and was teaching her, her place. He rumbled low in his chest as Aleara's screams filled his ears and he smiled in glee. He was in the middle of pinning her down when he bolted upright, eyes scanning the immediate area. Someone was coming...