Alias: Bobby Evans
Angel Number: Eleven
Current Appearance: "Flame coloured locks, chocolate eyes and soft, dare I say, amorino-esque features; truly a masterpiece hand-crafted by the Lord of hosts Himself..., It's hideous."
Changes To Appearance: His eyes glow depending on the color of the lighting bolt he produces.
Wing Appearance: Nice, white-coloured and extremely fluffy, but if you touch it, he'll send a lightning bolt after you.
Core Location: "If I tell you, then I'd have to kill you. We wouldn't want that now, would we?"
His core is located above his left hipbone, a few inches west of his belly button. His core is rather different from other angels'; while coloured ruby red like the rest, it glows with a distinct bluish-white hue whenever he makes use of his powers.
Personality: A genuine lazy-ass through and through with a knack for avoiding actual work. He possesses a few egomaniacal qualities and, when not busy sleeping or stalking humans, is quick to voice his own opinions, and would do just about anything to prove a point. He tends to be a bit more apathetic than most, especially towards strangers, and often shows blatant disregard for anyone else's well-being besides his own.
He threw away the thinking box a long time ago so you can barely expect anything remotely rational coming out of his mouth, especially when it comes to planning, as he tends to come up with the strangest ideas (though most don't usually end up as planned). Despite being described as a destructive psychopath by anyone unfortunate enough to have his anger directed towards them, he's actually quite friendly when he feels like it.
Baraquiel's a bit more sympathetic when acquiring vessels. For one, he doesn't like killing humans, so he makes sure to pick weak-willed humans who look like they've got nothing to lose. The only instance when he actually killed a human on purpose was when he killed Bobby Evans' parents. Honestly, it was all partly due to pride. The fact that he couldn't force Bobby to yield frustrated him so much that he went and killed his parents. That seemed to do the trick. He still holds a bit of remorse towards the incident but being Baraquiel, he would never dream of admitting it.
Unique Power: "Think about it. Baraquiel means 'The Lightning of God'; pretty self-explanatory, don't you think?"
Baraquiel, to put it simply, holds the ability to manipulate and generate lightning, mainly in its simplest form: electricity. The general power and intensity held by each bolt may be classified depending on its colour. Red, orange, and yellow lightning bolts tend to be the weakest with white, blue-white, and blue being the strongest. The source of the bolts also vary depending on its strength; the weaker bolts may be drawn from the nearest electrical outlet, while the latter, the stronger ones, must be extracted directly from the heavens above. He can also manually generate lightning with his bare hands, but it drains a lot of energy and leaves him vulnerable afterwards.
Background:
"Knock knock!"
"Who's there?"
"It's the police, sir. Open the door. There's been an accident."
"There...there's been an accident who?"
Bobby Evans was born a normal kid in a normal, middle-class family, in a normal home, in a normal neighbourhood, and was basically the epitome of normality. At least until the police came knocking on his door one night. Yep, you guessed it! His parents were killed in a freak car accident, or were they? Little did he know it was all the work of one mischievous, electricity wielding angel. After an encounter with a Shemhazai went awry, Baraquiel was in massive need of a new vessel and being the incredibly lazy creature he was, set his eyes on normal, seemingly weak-minded 15 year-old Bobby Evans.
He tried his usual vessel-luring method; stalking Bobby, showing up in his bedroom window, talking to him in his sleep, and convincing him that he was the chosen one and to open himself to him, but none of them worked. After an entire month of stalking and whispering, he decided to just kill the kid's parents and get it over with. So he did. That night, Bobby Evans, brought down by the immense emotional stress, finally yielded and let the angel have him. The End.
Arc: TBA
Theme Song: Gas Panic! - Oasis
Other: Bobby Evans owned a cat named Lord Bacon. Baraquiel never knew that. Let's just say he's now the proud owner of a fat, black and white cat with a habit of raising hell wherever he goes.
Relationships: TBA