Description
Ciarán (pronounced "KEER ahn"; there is an accent on the second A)
HELL TOWN (1st profile)
Gender: male
Age: 18
Race: fallen angel
Appearance: Dark hair with dark hazel eyes. Dark grey wings weighed down by chains of guilt and sin, making it hard for him to fly. He normally doesn't show them, hiding them under his clothes because he doesn't like people staring at them. These wings gradually turn black the more he falls from Grace until at last he is no longer savable.
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Gender: Male
Age: 31 (13 year lapse since the first RP); physically looks to still be in his twenties
Race: Fallen angel
Appearance: In his war/battle gear, it is sleek but durable armor in black with silver and red trim/decor (almost like Drow armor, only without the cumbersome cape/cloak). His helm is in the shape of an
animal skull (only with fangs instead of regular teeth). Wings are fully black.
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Personality
HELL TOWN
Since he was flung out of Heaven, he's been rather depressed and lonely. He wields a desperate need to be loved and accepted, since his Lord has abandoned him. He used to be a rather kind and gentle soul when he was in Heaven, but being tossed out for that one, unspeakable, unforgivable Sin made him somewhat bitter. He constantly battles with what to do and what not to do---should he do what he can to gain his Lord's favor? or should he just give up and surrender to sin?
HELL TOWN: STRUGGLE TO THE CROSS
His mood has changed considerably since the beginning of his stay in Hell Town. From the timid and gentle to the war-crazy and bloodthirsty, Ciarán has touched upon both extremes of the spectrum. Now, he is mostly calm and controlled, but still contains that familiar lust within. Eisley is perhaps the only one who can make him show his truly gentle side.
Equipment
HELL TOWN
Special Ability/Powers: healing, touch of disease/illness
HELL TOWN: STRUGGLE TO THE CROSS
Special Ability/Powers: He can form any weapon he pleases at will and use with expert ease, though he favors his twin swords Odin and Yechezkel. He is strong and agile, is capable of flying, and can also heal.
History
HELL TOWN
It's been 1 year, 7 months, and 23 days since he's been kicked out of Heaven. Bitterness made him into a very unorthodox angel. Sometimes he sins intentionally in various manners with the purpose of getting the attention of his Lord Almighty who threw him out of His Kingdom. It hasn't yet been revealed what he did in order to get cast out of Heaven. Such a horrible deed he'd rather not share with anyone.
HELL TOWN: STRUGGLE TO THE CROSS
Since being employed under Lucifer and the aftermath of the last war, his craze has settled and now has better control over himself. He is an extension of Lucifer's power, his right hand and blade. As well as Ange's babysitter. For his master and lord he will do anything, with the exception of putting his loved one, Eisley, in harm's way. His love for her has not subsided, though since Sin's rule over the town, and his own duties to Lucifer on his shoulders, he hasn't been able to spend proper time with her as he would like. This he hates more than anything else.
So begins...
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum gave Fesna a hard nod, and tried for the door. To both of their surprise it was unlocked!
Shael blinked, and he found himself somewhere he did not expect. His memory was fuzzy as if he had awoken from a half-remembered dream.
“Hello?” He called out to the emptiness. “I’m afraid I’m a bit lost, and I don’t remember how I got here.”
A tall skeletal figure wandered the void. Zal’hagun scanned the impenetrable darkness with fleshless eyes that glowed with necromantic energy. His ancient robes, worn and tattered yet still bearing an air of nobility, flowed behind him.
“Well…” He hissed into the nothingness. “This is… problematic.”
Leon dropped his shot glass and reached for his revolver. How did he get here? He listened carefully for any sound in the pervasive darkness. His teeth clenched in frustration.
“I don’t have time for this. Need to find a way out…”
Elanna Torres opened her eyes after what seemed like an eternity. She didn't remember how she got here, and she didn't seem to know where she was at, drifting in an infinite void. She ran her hands on her body, the polished leather of her sam browne, and the sleek casing of her disruptor. She reached into a leather pouch, and clicked on a small LED flashlight, shining it into the void.
Heralding Rymesis examined the Void Dust carefully. He's run across it before...but her looked around at the vast emptiness. He knew not where he was, but remembered where he should have been. After many a millennia, there would not be a soul that could transport him without his will. So he was a bit expected, despite his old bones and indifference towards certain adventurous proclivities.
"Well, I suppose Gambit's is no more." For that is the last thing he remembers.
He knew it was time to have a little fun. The divine nature of him being where he was certainly screamed 'higher power'. So, He was sure that meant there were new places to explore and to people to help. Or at the very least, new worlds to explore and pupils to be had. Explorers always came a knocking whenever he stayed anywhere too long.
"Oh Ho! Time to move it!" Heralding exclaimed.
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."