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Name: Nova (Not his real name. It was stripped of him during his fall)
Aliases: The Black Blade, Drinker of Light, Death's Protege, and other such pompous names given to him.
Gender: Male
Age/Date of Death): Angels do not die, merely fall
Species: Fallen
Voice: Nova speaks with an educated dialect and his tone is perhaps the closest thing one could call heaven in this pit of hell. Something he got to keep on his fall from grace. His soft and calculated words can be sweet and musical when it suits him. Even angry or irritated, his tone never rises or becomes violent. Unsurprisingly, his voice can, and has been called angelic. However, when provoked (for it's unclear on whether or not Nova can get angry) his words become sharp and cutting, without ever changing tone. The effect is much more sinister than if he shouted his threats. When one threatens to eat your heart in front of your own eyes, one does not expect the tone to be soft and gentle.
Equipment: Something else that Nova was able to retain as a fallen was a blade. However this single-edged blade is black as his heart. It was perverted and changed along with himself as he fell from grace. No longer the shining light of hope and glory an angel's sword is, Nova's blade is a pitch black instrument of hate and despair. It seems to suck the light around it into the apex of the weapon, causing it's edges to blur in the light. Aside from his blade, he carries nothing else.
Appearance
Physical Description: Compared to an average human mortal, Nova is a bit shorter and slender, though not unnaturally so. Humans were crafted in the image of Angels after all. His hair, eyes, and of course, wings, are unnatural. His hair is the color of gray ash and his eyes are a lighter gray with unnaturally small pupils while his wings are black. Before his fall, he had brilliant blond hair and magnificent blue eyes and effervescent white wings, yet the incident seemed to rob him of all his color. His skin is a pasty white, his lips thin and colorless. He still retained his looks though. His skin is flawlessly unblemished, is face is extremely handsome and symmetrical. In essence, he is perfect, angelic, aside from the lack of color.
Mannerisms: Proud. Proud is the best word to describe his manners. When he walks, it's with his back straight and chin up. When he flies, it's with graceful and measured corrections and powerful wingbeats. Though he would not out right admit it, he believes himself better than every one of the denizens of hell, though it's written as plain as day on his face. Even perhaps better than the Lords. He can not tell a lies, yet when posed with a question he does not wished answered will speak in riddles and half-truths. Or perhaps not even answer at all, if he deems the questioner unworthy. He may not even speak to those he doesn't like. A glance at Nova's eyes would confirm that he finds this place dreadful, unsuited for the likes of himself.
Wardrobe: Like the rest of Nova, his wardrobe consists of monochromatic grays and blacks. A thin loose fitting robe drapes over his shoulders and falls down to his sandalled feet and a breastplate of black over his chest. He also wears jewerly around his neck and rings on his hands, yet this too is black and gray. Separate sleeves and gloves adorn his slender arms. Once upon a time, this all used to be glorious colors of white and gold. Gold brestplate over white robes with a rainbow of colors around his neck and wrists. A fall from heaven is not without it's price.
Strengths: Becoming a Fallen quite recently, he traded in his holy powers for a perversion of sorts. Where once he could call light and inspire hope, he now castes shadows and plants fear. These infernal powers are still developing however, as he didn't have the centuries to practice them as he did with his holy powers. Being a warrior of heaven, he is also quite able with his blade. He can also fly which does wonders for travel. Escape however, is not an option, as his pride would never allow it. Also, he has quite the gift for words, though not the one to outright deal with anyone else, the fact that he can only tell the truth can be twisted so as to be even better at tricking than telling a lie.
Weaknesses: Pride can be as much a weakness as a strength. While others lack of pride may aid them, Nova will never let himself fall so far as to throw away his pride. This can be twisted into a noose and used by others, making the Fallen easily manipulated if one knows the buttons to press. Also, Nova isn't physically strong, relying on agility and grace in combat. He also has a tendecy to put-off those who would call themselves allies due to his haughty and arrogant nature.
Other: There is a faded mark under Nova's eye he likes to call his own "Mark of the Damned".
Life Before Hell
Life before Hell? Life before Hell was Heaven. Not in the metaphorical sense. Literal, actual Heaven. The Fallen known as Nova was once an angel in heaven. A white, shining beacon of goodness. Alas, darkness can creep into even the mightiest of hearts. Slowly, Nova changed from an angel into something darker. He watched from above as humans cheated, murdered, stole, and hated. There was not end to humanity's evil, for as soon as one soul was punished, two took it's place. Nova became tired of human nature and began to see himself better than the mortals. Better than the angels who worked to help the helpless fleas.. Soon he became an angel in name only, having nothing but disdain for his brethren and the mortals they were tasked to protect. He began to ignore the people he was tasked to protect, left them to their own devices. As they became lost, Nova craved power. Such ambition, such disdain, it was not fitting an angel. So he was cast out, cast from Heaven to Hell. Ripping the problem at the root before it could grow and poison Heaven in it's entirety. Thus, an angel fell from the holy thrown and became Nova, a perversion of the holy warriors.
How You Ended Up Here
"Where else is a fallen angel to go except to hell? Certainly not back to heaven. The guardians would not allow me to walk among the living. Hell is the only place I could go. Pride, confidence, change, power. These are all the things that the fools above are frightened of. Thus they were frightened of me. I wasn't some 'shining beacon of hope' like my brethren. I wasn't going to stoop down and help the foolish mortals who walk upon the earth. Why should I save those who can't even save themselves from the destruction of their own doing? No, the humans have their own hell, as I shall have mine. I was banished above, to dwell below because of, quite simply, fear."