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Uriella

"In my opinion, they're all a bunch of idiots."

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a character in “The End of Days”, as played by LostRiver

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{"Deception is everywhere." }
-James Sanborn
|| Ain't No Rest For The Wicked || Hopeless Wanderer || Battle Born ||

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|{Full Name}|
Uriella Raziel

|{Nickname}|
Ella

|{Wings Description}|
Ella's wings are a light beige color with flecks of brown and pure white, making them look almost like hawk wings. They are rather large in proportion to her small body, but are still not as large as many angels' wings.

|{Name of Sword}|
Dyplosi

|{Sword Description}|
Dyplosi is actually two thin daggers that attach at their golden hilts, giving Ella the option of using one hand to fight or two hands. Although Dyplosi is loyal to Ella for the most part, it may seem a bit two-faced. Ella does not seem to mind this trait about Dyplosi; however, lately their relationship has been faltering and Ella is worried as to what this might mean.

|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual

|{Role}|
Angel

|{Mentality}|
If she is honest, Ella could not care any less for the humans; however, she rarely is honest, so she pretends to want to protect them.




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{"Every trick is an old one, but with a change of players, a change of dress, it comes out as new as before.” }
-Lady Gregory

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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
Drums her fingers when she's bored Plays with her hair constantly Curses in various languages when she is angry Spouts out random facts at odd times Plays with her rings a lot Sometimes speaks in riddles Takes anything and everything apart just to put it back together

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
Inventing Creativity Planning Trickery Lying Memorization Mechanics Agility Intelligence

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
Telling the Truth Bad with Routines Prone to Heartbreak Prideful Hot-headed Following Rules & Orders

|{Fears}|
ø Fire ø Death ø Losing or Injuring her Wings ø Water ø Losing her Memories ø The Archangels ø

|{Secrets}|
Ella's relationship with Dyplosi, her sword, has been strained lately. However, she refuses to tell anyone that their relationship is anything but perfect partially because of pride and partially because their faltering relationship scares her.
Ella sometimes has daydreams about the Sons of Man. She has never felt love for a Son of Man, but she tells no one of her daydreams for fear of her one life.
Ella is scared of losing or seriously injuring her wings. She has something of a reputation for not being an honest, trustworthy angel, but Ella is very careful to never double-cross an archangel for fear of their power.

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{"Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself." }
-Plato




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|{Personality}|
Charming || Cunning || Energetic || Flippant || Devious || Prideful

A majority of the time, Ella is an angel who comes off as annoyingly energetic, irritatingly hot-headed, and oddly knowledgable. Yet, she is also extremely charming and can have a very kind and empathetic persona around people that she either fears, respects, or is drawn to. Although that list of people is short, there are a few people that Ella deems worthy of her respect. However, for the most part, Ella is a cocky joker who rarely ever sits still and who somehow always finds a way to get people to do her bidding.

Ella is sometimes referred to as the "Trickster" of angels. She absolutely loves tricks, mind games, and anything that forces a person deep into thought, and above all, she loves to force everyone around her to think. She is known to sometimes speak in riddles in order to make others really have to think about how to respond to them. One of the most irritating things about this is that Ella will often withhold volatile information from a person until they answer one of her riddles, plays one of her mind games, or lets her preform a trick on them. These tricks are not simple magic tricks, but rather, they are slight-of-hand tricks in which she will smoothly reach behind her and produce your wallet which you could have sworn was in your back pocket.

Aside from Ella's tricks, jokes, and games, she is also very intelligent and well-read. She has something of an eidetic memory and her mental capacity is so grand that she finds herself bored with almost everything that she does in a matter of minutes. However, Ella has always found mechanics and inventing things to be fascinating because there is always something new to invent, making activities such as fixing machines and inventing new one extremely useful in keeping her constantly working mind occupied. Although this intelligence is often a good thing, it often seems to be more of a curse to Ella. She often experiences headaches and insomnia because her mind never seems to stop. Her mental prowess also gives Ella something of a big head. She prides herself on winning every argument she gets into and it is quite obvious that she thinks she is the smartest angel around.

The above characteristics make Ella a seemingly annoying girl; however, there is something charming about Ella that no one seems to be able to pinpoint. She simply has a certain charismatic way of talking and interacting with people. Most people think that Ella is annoyingly cocky and energetic, yet those same people usually find it hard to resist the urge to be around her. Ella knows this and she often uses it to her advantage, getting others to do her bidding and generally just playing her games with people.

Ella is prideful, smart, devious, and oddly charismatic, but underneath that layer of herself lies a softer, more caring side. This side of Ella is a kind, respectful, good natured angel and it is rarely shown. She is only this way around those whom she fears, respects, or is very close to. Although she is rarely serious, Ella knows that it is time to sober up from her tricks and jokes and she has the capability to become an courteous person. Ella may be more of an imp than an angel, but she knows when to be considerate.




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{"What makes me happy is just keeping my brain challenged and stimulated and on its toes." }
-Seth MacFarlane



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|{Likes}|

Riddles Laughing Flying Tricks Music Mechanics Advanced Maths & Sciences Learning New Things Sunny Days Jewelry Spicy Food Daydreaming Salty Food The Idea of Love Bright Colors Being Right Games Winning Ice Cream Reading Baby Animals




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{"If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking." }
-George S. Patton



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|{Dislikes}|

Water Not Understanding Something Losing Routines Fire Rules & Constraints Anyone Touching Her Wings or Sword Shoes Following Orders Cloudy Days Sour Food Sweets Being Left Out Thunderstorms Children Being Fearful Rodents Insects Keeping Her Hands Still Cold Weather




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{"I made decisions that I regret, and I took them as learning experiences... I'm human, not perfect, like anybody else." }
-Queen Latifah

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|{History}|
For as long as anyone can remember, Ella has always been the same trickster that she is today. She has always had the reputation of a jokester with a great mental capacity and an overly flippant attitude. Although she has charisma and charm, Ella has always been a bit left out. Her strange mixture of character traits means that she is is great with people and has no problem making friends; however, this blend of characteristics also means that she is unable to fully fit in to any one group of people. It has often frustrated her that she is able to make friends, but is never fully included within a group of people, but she has learned throughout her life to live with it.

There was a time when Ella was exceedingly loyal to the archangels -Michael in particular whom she had something of a crush on and whom she respected more than anyone. She felt that they were her friends and would play the same tricks on them as she would on any other angel. However, something changed in Ella when she heard of the archangel Godric's act of ripping off another angel's wings. Of course, Ella knows that she has never done anything horrible enough to deserve such punishment, but she has a deep fear of something terrible happening to her wings or losing them completely. So, she began to distance herself from the archangels. She kept a respectful, friendly relationship with them, but she can no longer treat them as she would any other of her friends.

Michael's apparent murder hit home for Ella. Although not in a romantic way, Ella had loved Michael in a different, special way. She respected him above anyone that she had ever known and hearing that he was gone was a big shock for her. Around that time is when Ella's relationship with Dyplosi, her sword, began to crack. She does not know if it was brought on by Michael's death or if it was something that had been going on for a long time and she was just blind to it, but whatever the reason for the strain, their tense relationship scares Ella to no end. Of course, she refuses to tell anyone because of her pride, but she is afraid that this strain in their relationship could mean something grim for her future.

On Earth, Ella enjoys going to the parties that are thrown at the Aerie. She is a bit out of her element on Earth and cannot decide whether she likes the Aerie or not. She is playful with everyone, but it is clear that Ella had a slight distaste for the human race. She hides it around those angels whom she knows love the humans, but most of them know where she currently stands. She has been leaning toward a strong dislike for them simply because she sees how destructive they are, but there is a chance that her mindset could be changed. Recently, Ella has been seen alone more often. This is completely unlike Ella's normal personality, but most people know that if they were to ask Ella what is wrong, she would flash a smile and turn the question into a joke.

|{Best Memory}|
Ella's best moment was when she first discovered her love for taking things apart and putting things back together. Ever since then, she has been figuring out how things work in order to keep her mind occupied and she absolutely loves it.

|{Worst Memory}|

With such a great memory, Ella has the tendency to remember many things and she sometimes overthinks events or moments in her life. This can often times make a moment that was not that bad seem saddening or frustrating for Ella, effectively making the memory worse than it was when it actually happened. In any case, one of Ella's worst memories was when she found out the Michael was dead. He was a good friend and Ella respected him more than she had respected anyone in her life.




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{“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.” }
-Kurt Vonnegut




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Open road, no one stopped you from trying.
To lose your load, to find your silver lining.
You left my side, because mother let you run and hide.
But even from afar I hear you crying.

Let me out of this cage, before I swell up with rage.
Let me sing to old age before I'm done.
Let me shout to the skies that I'm too young to die.
And that fate will never stop me from trying.

Finally found, the dreaming lived those ties unbound.
That guest for peace, that hopeless search for sweet release.
You've found your feet, but now they only run to meet.
A hope that's hanging loosely whilst your crying.

Let me out of this cage, before I swell up with rage.
Let me sing to old age before I'm done.
Let me shout to the skies that I'm too young to die.
And that fate will never stop me from trying.

Open road, you will only lead back home.
Because you stole the heart, but your heart is still alone.
You left my side, and mother let you run and hide.
Because wisdom knows the eyes through which you're crying

Let me out of this cage, before I swell up with rage.
Let me sing to old age before I'm done.
Let me shout to the skies that I'm too young to die.
And that fate will never stop me from trying.




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So begins...

Uriella's Story

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Ella locked the bathroom door and finally let her smile drop for a moment. She had been walking around the party for quite some time with a forced smile that she had expertly made look natural. She pulled away her mask and readjusted her dress before really looking at herself in the mirror. The normally relaxed and energetic angel had been tense and exhausted for the entire night for some unknown reason. She suspected that it had something to do with the tension that she had been feeling between herself and her sword, Dyplosi, but she did not know why she was especially exhausted tonight.

Looking in the mirror, Ella gave a long sigh and began to touch up the makeup that covered the long cut that ran across the left half of her collar bone. It had healed nicely in the nine weeks since she had received it, but Ella still wondered if it would scar. 'I wonder if this is why Dyplosi seems to hate me lately,' Ella thought to herself. Maybe it was the fact that he had nearly killed her that their relationship was so strained. 'Yeah, I guess that'd strain anyone's relationship.' Ever since the attack on the Aerie, Dyplosi and Ella had been distant and their relationship was so tense that any Angel who happened to be around them could feel it. During the attack, someone -Ella was still not sure who- had taken Dyplosi and swung him toward Ella. The attacker had obviously been aiming for Ella's neck, but she had jumped away just in time for Dyplosi to drag painfully across her collar bone. The attacker had meant to swing again, but Ella had quickly grabbing Dyplosi back away from him. The wound had very nearly killed Ella, but she had lived and within a few weeks of the attack, she was back on her feet, but her relationship with her sword had seen better days. Ella pushed the thoughts and memories out of her mind and winced as she brushed her fingers along the jagged mark. She really hoped it didn't scar. It would be such a pain to have to apply makeup to it every day.

Finishing up, Ella stepped back to look at herself once more. The wound was still raised and visible, but at least it no longer the angry red, puffy mark that it had been a few weeks prior and the makeup helped considerably. Satisfied with her work, Ella gave another long sigh and put back on her usual quirked smile before turning from the mirror and unlocking the door. As she stepped back into the happiness of the gala, Ella gave a quick ruffle of her feathers, shaking as much of the tension out of them as she possibly could.

Ella walked through the small groups of people, smiling at the Angels that she passed and even allowing small smirks at the Children of Men that she came along. A server passed her and asked if she wanted a drink. She took one from the tray that he held, thanked him and then proceeded to down the drink with as much class as Ella could possibly muster. She placed the empty glass back on the tray of a passing server and strolled in no particular direction.

Her aimless wondering brought Ella across a Son of Man in the middle of twisting his knuckles into an Angel's ribs. Ella quickly recognized the Angel's wings and blond hair to be those of the Archangel Jacob. Her brow furrowed and she strode briskly over to the pair just as another Son of Man -though Ella could sense that he was not just another Son of Man- came upon the scene as well.

Ella came to a stop at Jacob's side, making sure to keep her dress out of the spilt liquid on the floor in front of him, and glared at the Son of Man, scrutinizing him. Was this human an idiot? He must be if he had the audacity to punch an Angel -an Archangel at that... and Jacob of all the Archangels. Ella looked from Jacob to the human and then back to Jacob before speaking to no one in particular. "I almost want to know what you said to this human to make him loss any sense he had and punch an Archangel." Ella then looked the Son of Man up and down. He was not bad looking and Jacob killing him would certainly put a damper on Ella's already stressed psyche. As the other, dark haired human -or whatever he might be- spoke to Jacob, Ella turned to the angered Son of Man and flashed him her award-winning smile. "Look, Jock's an asshole, as you clearly know by now, but I think you're gonna want to leave pretty soon," she said under his breathe, hoping that he would understand and leave.

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Character Portrait: Rory Daniels Character Portrait: Uriella Character Portrait: Jacob Character Portrait: Lucien
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"I don't have the luxury of leaning on anyone's strength, least of all an Angel's."
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As another addition entered the conversation Lucien felt himself practically seethe in disdain.
His gaze remained unreadable as well as his expression and his hand lowered. Any chance of
salvaging the situation was all but lost, all because this seraph had to have her input. With his
hand shoved into his pocket, he eyed the Angel, matching her so-called 'charming' grin with
an acidic smile. This is why he never wanted anything to do with Children of Man. You try to
be nice to one and everything falls apart. However, as much of a grudge as he now held for the
Son of Man, nothing could withstand the utter disdain he felt for the Angel in front of him. He had
no opinion of Jacob, nor had he said anything to waver his opinion. What he couldn't stand was
that she inserted herself in a matter she didn't belong. Call him hypocritical but there was a
method to his madness.

"I don't believe you had anything to do with this quarrel, seraph." He stated harshly , "This human
won't be leaving as I've already taken full responsibility for his behavior."
He turned his attention to
Jacob and quirked a brow, "May his actions be of his own from now on but for this action he will not
be charged. If I find him out on his ass be mindful that I'll have no problem putting you out on yours."


He stole a glance at the Son of Man over his shoulder before he moved on, pushing past the woman
before leaving with the last word. Say what they will behind his back but he'd had his say. Now as he
weaved his way through the entangled crowd, he had nowhere to go. What had been an attempt to
recruit another individual into The Resistance was thwarted by an Angel who thought she was more
than she was worth. He stood now in a secluded corridor with a scowl with nothing. Or so he thought.

"My my, what a predicament he's found himself in. Wouldn't you say, Samael?"

"Oh, I couldn't have said it better, Zachariel. What a foolish mistake he's made."

"A very foolish mistake, indeed."

They'd come seemingly out of nowhere, their voices laden in an accent not from here. Lucien turned on a
dime, surprised to see unmasked twins standing behind him with bright smiles on their faces. His eyes
bore into them for a measurable minute before he hissed, Cherubs. He doesn't remember having
encountered them before, which in itself was strange. There wasn't an Angel in The Aerie Lucien didn't
know something about. "What do you want?" He demanded, making a valiant effort to remain blase.

"We want nothing from you, Fallen one."

"Nothing at all. In fact, it would appear you will be the one needing us, will he not brother?"

"Certainly."

"Eventually-..."

"After all, keeping up a façade like yours requires a lot of effort."

Lucien eyes widened slightly and he charged them to demand what they know but with identical smirk and
a hearty flap of their wings they were gone, vanishing just as they appeared-...without a trace.

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Jock watched in amusement as his words sunk in, noting the change in emotions that crossed the young man's partially concealed face. With what appeared to be a 'snap' of emotions, the human cracked. His arm drew back, fingers clenched into a fist, and then his fist connected with Jock's ribs. "Say that again, motherfucker, I dare you." The human snarled.
Jock would have been lying if he didn't concede that the punch had hurt, although perhaps 'hurt' would have been a slight exaggeration. And Jock would never actually admit to being injured by a human. As it was, the punch was more of an uncomfortable pressure than anything else, or at least that was all that Jock would admit to.

Although being punched was far from the top of his wish list, he couldn't help but find the whole situation amusing. After all, it wasn't everyday that some deluded human lost his or her anger at Jock and decided to settle it with fists. More like a monthly occurrence for the Arch-angel. Perhaps at another time, in a different situation Jock might have been angrier, he'd certainly had limbs cut off and humans caged for doing far less. But, luckily for the masked human, Jock appeared to be in a forgiving mood (or at least as forgiving as you could expect from Jock). A small smile flickered across his face as he looked at the human. "You know, I almost felt that." Jock said, his tone irritatingly condescending. His hand came up to lightly brush the targeted spot. It was perhaps slightly more tender than normal, but Jock wasn't about to admit that.

Before he could speak again, possibly with some order for the human, the pair were joined by a darked haired man. Jock didn't recognise him by appearance right away, Lucien was hardly someone that Jock regularly thought about and his face was partially obscured, but the name came to him as soon as the Fallen Angel started to speak. "Excuse my companion... I'm afraid he doesn't know how to conduct himself in certain company. It won't happen again, I assure you. No harm done?"
Jock didn't reply for a moment, his eyes wondering over the Fallen Angel before glancing back to the human. It hardly mattered to Jock whether this human was his companion or not, Lucien's threat was only minimal at the current moment. Jock would have easily gone through the Fallen Angel had the need arisen. However, the night was young and Jock was prepared to let the incident go (his mind was already turning towards the multitudes of alcohol floating around).

Before Jock could reply another figure joined the rapidly growing group, this one an Angel of Jacob's acquaintance. Ella, dressed in a stunning gown and mask, appeared at his side. "I almost want to know what you said to this human to make him loss any sense he had and punch an Archangel." She said to Jock as she eyed the human in question.
"It's my charismatic demeanour, people tend to go a little crazy when I'm around." he replied in a careless drawl, flashing a sly smirk at the human.
Ella turned her attention to the human, flashing him a stunning smile, "Look, Jock's an ass-hole, as you clearly know by now, but I think you're gonna want to leave pretty soon," She told him. Jock raised his eyebrows, pretending to be mock insulted by Ella's name calling. However, rather than try to defend the accusation he simply shrugged. It was true after all and he wasn't in the mood to pretend otherwise.

While Jock didn't take offense to Ella's words, it appeared that Lucien did. Although, it was safe to assume that Lucien was offended by the angel's appearance on the scene and not the name calling.
"This human won't be leaving as I've already taken full responsibility for his behaviour. May his actions be of his own from now on but for this action he will not be charged. If I find him out on his ass be mindful that I'll have no problem putting you out on yours." Lucien said before moving on. Jacob listened, his mind skipping over the warning and instead only hearing the challenge. His smirk became a wolfish grin as he watched Lucien's receding back, then as the Fallen Angel disappeared amongst the crowd Jacob turned his attention back to the Son of Man.
"Well, what'll it be? Are you going to run after your master?" He asked, the wolfish smile on his face taking a more predatory appearance, "Or is little Johnny old enough to play with the big kids."