Post by Fraciel on Sept 15, 2008 5:30:28 GMT -1
Character Name:
Fraciel
Species:
Fallen Angel
Age, Gender:
10 Years since fall, Male
Description:
Fraciel’s white hair is short, and messed, it falls down his forehead, but ends just before his eyes. The eyes are captivating, almost black in colour they seem deeper, like they’ve seen more than the average man. The fallen angel’s average height is obscured when in public by a light grey trench coat, causing him to seem slightly taller than he actually is. Underneath the jacket, Fraciel can almost always be found wearing a black button down shirt, with the top button undone, and a very loosely tied silver tie. Under the untucked and finely tailored shirt is word a simple black cotton pant, straight legged and as well fitting as the shirt. Finally, on his feet he wears a pair of simple black loafers. The grey and black appearance that Fraciel sports is accented by silver jewellery, in the form of rings and necklaces.
Personality:
In a single word, Apathy. Fraciel has an air about him of non-committal, he is detached from the world around him, as much as one can be. This isn’t to say that he cannot be convinced to do something, it just may be more difficult, unless it furthers his own plans. Yes, the fallen angel does have his own plans for the world. Or, at least, his own little portion of the world. He doesn’t care for those who see things differently, and those that he doesn’t care for, he simply doesn’t pay attention to. Get to know him, though, and you just might find out some secrets.
History:
It began with an assignment, something easy and quick for an angel who was a little bit rebellious. He was to be sent to Earth, to watch and maintain the will of he who is. It started with something simple. Fraciel arrived where he was sent, and he completed the job he was assigned. The problem was in the return, this is where the Angel refused. It wasn’t a human, or other temptation that drew Fraciel to stay amongst the mortals. It was, in fact, disinterest and perhaps even disillusionment in the politics of ‘heaven’. He stayed, but he moved from one town to another, until he found somewhere he felt he could stay. Somewhere he could blend in. Where was it easier to do so than London?
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses:
Wings remain hidden, Proficient in hand-to-hand combat(no formal training), Ability to Fly, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Immortality. All of his abilities are astonishingly average, he would fall into the direct centre of a test group of adequate size.
Family/Ties:
-None-
RP Sample:
London. Evening. Two things that the fallen angel was finding he enjoyed more and more with each passing moment. There was a slight wind, which caused his white hair to blow slightly, and caused him to close his eyes for a moment, in order to keep them from drying. When his eyes opened again he found that his feet had begun to walk, taking him north along a narrow cobbled walking street. The soles of his shoes were almost thin enough to feel each individual stone he stepped on, and walked past. Where was he headed? Forward.
Fraciel thought about that word, forward. His hands slipped to the pockets of his light grey trench, and after a moment pulled a pack of cigarettes from a pocket. He didn’t smoke, but he had acquired the pack for interests sake. He stopped walking and lifted flipped the cardboard container open, pulling a cylinder from the box he would place it between his lips. The box was returned to the pocket, and his hands delved deeply once more, as deeply as the pockets would allow. The fallen angel stepped forward once more, walking slowly with the unlit smoke between his lips. Forward. That’s a good way to go, far better than backwards, at least when going ahead, one could see where they were going.
Pictures:
(to come soon)
Celebrity:
Gackt
Fraciel
Species:
Fallen Angel
Age, Gender:
10 Years since fall, Male
Description:
Fraciel’s white hair is short, and messed, it falls down his forehead, but ends just before his eyes. The eyes are captivating, almost black in colour they seem deeper, like they’ve seen more than the average man. The fallen angel’s average height is obscured when in public by a light grey trench coat, causing him to seem slightly taller than he actually is. Underneath the jacket, Fraciel can almost always be found wearing a black button down shirt, with the top button undone, and a very loosely tied silver tie. Under the untucked and finely tailored shirt is word a simple black cotton pant, straight legged and as well fitting as the shirt. Finally, on his feet he wears a pair of simple black loafers. The grey and black appearance that Fraciel sports is accented by silver jewellery, in the form of rings and necklaces.
Personality:
In a single word, Apathy. Fraciel has an air about him of non-committal, he is detached from the world around him, as much as one can be. This isn’t to say that he cannot be convinced to do something, it just may be more difficult, unless it furthers his own plans. Yes, the fallen angel does have his own plans for the world. Or, at least, his own little portion of the world. He doesn’t care for those who see things differently, and those that he doesn’t care for, he simply doesn’t pay attention to. Get to know him, though, and you just might find out some secrets.
History:
It began with an assignment, something easy and quick for an angel who was a little bit rebellious. He was to be sent to Earth, to watch and maintain the will of he who is. It started with something simple. Fraciel arrived where he was sent, and he completed the job he was assigned. The problem was in the return, this is where the Angel refused. It wasn’t a human, or other temptation that drew Fraciel to stay amongst the mortals. It was, in fact, disinterest and perhaps even disillusionment in the politics of ‘heaven’. He stayed, but he moved from one town to another, until he found somewhere he felt he could stay. Somewhere he could blend in. Where was it easier to do so than London?
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses:
Wings remain hidden, Proficient in hand-to-hand combat(no formal training), Ability to Fly, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Immortality. All of his abilities are astonishingly average, he would fall into the direct centre of a test group of adequate size.
Family/Ties:
-None-
RP Sample:
London. Evening. Two things that the fallen angel was finding he enjoyed more and more with each passing moment. There was a slight wind, which caused his white hair to blow slightly, and caused him to close his eyes for a moment, in order to keep them from drying. When his eyes opened again he found that his feet had begun to walk, taking him north along a narrow cobbled walking street. The soles of his shoes were almost thin enough to feel each individual stone he stepped on, and walked past. Where was he headed? Forward.
Fraciel thought about that word, forward. His hands slipped to the pockets of his light grey trench, and after a moment pulled a pack of cigarettes from a pocket. He didn’t smoke, but he had acquired the pack for interests sake. He stopped walking and lifted flipped the cardboard container open, pulling a cylinder from the box he would place it between his lips. The box was returned to the pocket, and his hands delved deeply once more, as deeply as the pockets would allow. The fallen angel stepped forward once more, walking slowly with the unlit smoke between his lips. Forward. That’s a good way to go, far better than backwards, at least when going ahead, one could see where they were going.
Pictures:
(to come soon)
Celebrity:
Gackt
