RedAngel

[Angel]

name: Red Angel

age: unknown (likely as old as life its self)

species:

origin: The Center. i was created to govern, control, and protect the merging of this world and the next. but some thing went wrong. in the chaos i was lost, damaged by radiation, striped of my reality and rationality. i was a lose, ragged and angry being. unbound by the threads of life, or body. my creators had given me a link to the Mother Earth. she brought fallen angels to me, she fed me with their thoughts, their God Fear. she kept me alive.
my strength grew and i broke free of the need to feed on angels but i was left with an severable link to them, it would one day, almost kill me.
i joined the EC, as i thirsted for destruction and chaos. a fallen angel attacked the Council and captured me, changed me, drove me insane and gave me more power that i could ever of dreamed of.
in a battle between the EC and Game ware, i was defeated by a fire unicorn named Embri and a griffon by the name of ShadowVeil. i died, i saw the other side. but Embri, being a balancing force, brought me back and now we live with one soul, one heartbeat but two lives.


Weapons: twin Japanese style fire swords (burn anything that they come into contact with), livingmetal wrist braces which extend to the elbow with sharp backward pointing blades, leg braces to match.

abilities: control and creation of fire, control of rock stone and metals (not including opponents weapons),

weaknesses: water

Appearance:tall, 5'6", fiery red hair and orange-yellow eyes. black feathered wings edged with dark red, aprox. 6' wingspan. wears firemaster armour and redscale (fireproof) cloak and hood

[Angel]

Renewed profile time! I realize that my previous one is largely inaccurate now, since I had a meal with the vamprirical Seph so here is a revised version.

Name: Red Angel

Age: unknown, very, very old.
Physical/mental age: 18-21

Species: though her original species is unknown over the course of her existence she has acquired traits from various sources. The main one is a spiritual construct of fire, she is also somewhat Angelic in nature, this is explained in more detail in the history, and most recently she has been Changed, i.e. made into a vampire. This change was not complete though and she retains large amounts of her original physical properties.

Appearance: Quite tall, 5'7" ish, slimly built, elegant. Her hair is shoulder length and quite spiky looking, dark reddish black. One of her eyes is all white with a slight emphasis on gold where the iris would be and the other is black with some red.
Her wings are, at full extension, over six feet wide. The feathers are banded black and white vertically, but the leading edge is black along its whole length. The feathers at the tip of her wings are splayed, with small gaps in-between them, to allow quick turns and flips. (see photo, courtesy of Embri )


Abilities: she can create and control, very precisely, fire and heat in various forms. Most commonly she uses this to create BlackFire, a semi-intelligent construct combining physical heat, flames and spiritual energy, having been made using spirit power it is sensitive to emotion and thought and can be controlled telepathically. Though it is called Blackfire it can be made in many different forms and colors, the color is an effect of the mental alignment of the flame. Angel will often disguise the true alignment of the flame, if it is being used as a weapon, by coating it in inert orange fire.

She has the ability to use and control inorganic minerals, metals, rocks ECT. And imbue them with spirits. She often uses parts of her own emotions to fuel the creations. For example, in battle she may use javelins or shards of metal or rock, preferably metal but it depends on the terrain. She will use her will to inflict damage and pain on her target to fuel the motion of the weapon. This is not necessary but it increases the speed and agility of projectiles and ups the power of ground attacks. The importance of "will" to Angel’s methods means that an opponents weapon it almost always immune to her manipulation, she requires consent or intimate knowledge of the person wielding the weapon to be able to affect it. She is also able to draw foreign spirits into a "holding body" though this takes vast amounts of power if the spirit is unwilling, if it is willing then it takes virtually no power at all. A willing spirit will often form the "body" into something resembling itself, if it has a strong morphic resonance, if not the Angel will form it to best fit the situation.

She has quite powerful mental abilities, including near infinite communication with her HeartSister and thought "broadcasting". This can be one of three things. One, forcefully "shouting" a message to all sentient creatures in a specified radius, anything up to fifteen miles. two, private conversation with a sentient, this either takes place in the other participants head or if there is more than two people without mental powers in the conversation Angel will create a temporary "exchange" for all mental voices to go to and be heard by all participants without significant drain on Angel. She can also forcefully enter the thoughts of another person, causing huge amounts of damage. If the unfortunate person survives her entry she will reduce him/her to a gibbering mess by dragging memories about and generally destroying their personality.

She can “see” energies, whether these are in the form of heat, magic or any other type of power. She can use the magical “aura” of a person or being to track them over long distances and can see these through physical objects. To use this ability she has to “shift” her eyesight from one form to another, during this process her eyes will often change color though she can hide this quite effectively.

She is able to shape shift, though as yet this is limited to two forms, her normal form, as described in Appearance, and her vampirism form. These forms will diversify in RP situations.

Angel is the sole "heir" to the angels of the Godly War or Angel War. This means that she possesses the souls of the innumerable angels which would have been killed had it not been for the fact that they are now residing within her. This gives her an immense reservoir of power which she is able to access as a last resort or as a favor from the angels. It takes to form of black and white light, representing the two sides of the war. Over time these two distinct energies have become more willing to combine. In extreme circumstances the "council" of angels, which forms a barrier between Red Angels mind and the cacophony of thoughts that is generated by the mass of souls she carries, will take control of her body by using sheer power to move it. They will never do this unless Angel’s life is in danger and she is no longer able to function, due to damage or fatigue. It is possible for Angel to give a small number of the angels’ bodies but she has never attempted this as they are quite content to lounge about in her memories.

Clothes: under her armor she wears a tight, soft black leather shirt with sleeves which reach to her elbows and oiled leather trousers. If, on occasion, she does not wear her armor she will don an oiled leather jacket.

Weapons/armor:
She always carries with her;
A pair of Katanas, roughly three feet long and inch and a half wide at the hilt. They bear no guard and the tang is as wide as the blade. The hilts are light but hard wood bound in black leather. The trailing edge of the blades bear red etching of ancient symbols and all but the cutting edge is glassy black. She keeps these blades in sheathes on her back, strapped on by leather straps and metal clips. They are arranged in an X with the crossover point between her wings. Her top draw speed is, from hands by her sides bladeless to hands by her sides with blades, a 27th of a second and is unreadable by the human eye.

Two pairs of daggers. one set is sheathed on her hips with the tips tied round her thighs, these are normal hand daggers with well worn hilts but no notches on the blades, which never grow dull thanks to Angels habit of unconsciously sharpening them every time she draws. The hilts are slightly scorched but a hard layer of lacquer covers this. This fireproofs them but before Angel developed this varnish the wood was marked and she is too attached to them to replace it.
Her second set are attached to the small of her back in a shallow X. they are attached by metal clips to her armor. The daggers them selves are fully forged out of shadow metal, including the hilt, making them perfect assassination weapons. The blades are very fine and light and the hilt is short, making them fly better when thrown. They have the unique ability to disintegrate into slivers of invisible shadow once they leave Angels hand and only reconstitute at the point of hitting their target. If an obstacle crosses their flight path and their target is unreachable they will return to their sheath or Angels hand, depending on circumstance.

In addition to the weapons she carries with her, when she turns into her demonic form she acquires claws on her hands and feet made of an unknown metal, most likely condensed raw power, and her wings become coated in metal, making their edges very sharp. She always has long fangs though she sometimes chooses to hide them.

When in her "normal" or angelic form she wears a fitted breast plate and a very unusual back plate, having to accommodate wings. On her legs she wears thigh guards which protect the outside of her upper legs, extending from her hip to her knee. They are attached by black leather straps with red detailing. She has very similar guards on her upper arms except the strapping arraignment is different to allow freer movement. On her wrists she wears guards with long backwards curving blades, two on each, on the outside. These blades can be retracted with an odd twisting motion. There is a similar arraignment on her knee high boots except the blades are longer and only sharpened on the interior edge and two inches from the tip on the exterior. All her armor is enameled black with red detailing (see picture) including her arm and leg blades. She wears black chain mail to cover the gaps between her plated armor at her waist and shoulders, it also extends upwards on her neck into a small collar.
In her vampiric form her entire skin is coated in black metal in addition to her normal armor. This coat extends over her wings too. The metal will stop any cutting strikes and will stop the vast majority of blows. A visor of the same metal covers the top half of her face with two slits over her eyes. It leaves her mouth clear for biting and feeding.

((to be continued))

[Angel]

History:
I don’t exactly know what I am. all I have is a fragmented memory from before I was given form, bits of this and that, none of it of great consequence. I was found or summoned or something by a council of Lords. they gave me a spirit, rudimentary at best, and a purpose. I became a bridge or conduit from the spirit realm to the physical. this did not last long though, one, Lord Chaos, went renegade, he tore the Council apart. all killed, my creators, mentors and guides, they where never cruel or mean, and so old and wise.
he forced me to take him to the physical plane, but I was not having it. as soon as he dropped his guard I severed myself from the real world, trapping him there. the Lords cannot survive in Reality usually but he managed, by destroying and mutilating worlds, always jumping dimensions when he got sick.

I returned to the Council of Lords to find them all dead or dying, there was nothing I could do to help. the last Council member to die was a beautiful Elven woman, once a Queen and gifted, or cursed, with foresight. as I did what I could for her she placed a warning deep within me, a prophecy that would reveal its self when the Chaos Lord was coming for me.
Just like the renegade Lord could not survive easily in Reality, I got sick when I stayed in the Council for too long. the Elven Queens last act was to send me to her dimension, in which I would be safe. when I arrived I was desperately sick, and weak. in this dimension a spirit of Earth found me and cared for me.
over the axons I grew strong, but still I had no physical form. Earth granted me this, a body made of fire, liquid rock and metal. I ventured far and wide, meeting spirits of every race and creed, good and evil, strong and weak.

Eventually, over many lives of men, I regained the innocence of my original form. the burden of the Lords death's fell from me and I lived free for a long time.
but I ventured too far from the earth and became weak, vulnerable and I could not get back. I was found by an evil and cruel spirit, he put me in a cage, made of ice and magic.
*she stops, slightly uncomfortable. after a moment she draws a deep breath and continues*
I don’t remember what he did to me, only the cold and the pain. sometimes, if I go very deep, I see a face. so kind and sad and hurt, shut behind bars of light and always weeping from golden eyes.
after this the next thing there is fire. blessed fire and warmth and light, the Angels came to rescue their comrade, the one who had helped me through the dark. but all they found of him was his wings, torn and nailed to a board like a trophy. I remember seeing their faces as they carried me out, very noble and sad, and every one, every one wept for their friend.
they looked after me, they could not take me home because of the war, but they made me strong again.
some months after I gained freedom I went to the Elder, an angel of great wisdom, age and power. I went because I felt life, inside me. so tiny and small, but alive.
it worried me that it could be his, my captors, but he set me at rest. I was carrying Angel Child, the first of her kind since the beginning of the war. I returned to my place in the golden clouds where the angels made their camp. they all knew, even before I told them, they could feel the soul of their dead comrade in me and in the child.
I remember the day she was born, the heavens themselves blessed her with a glorious sunset, the whole camp was silent until she lay in my arms and laughed. the first thing she did was laugh, such a sweet sound you've never heard.

as I cared for my child and she grew I learnt many things from my angel friends. life was not as stable as it seemed. I started to notice large bands of angels leaving before the dawn and returning in the dark. I spoke to the Elder and he spoke of war and death and advances. he said they where losing, losing the war, losing their lives and losing ground. he received word while I sat with him, my dear Aeron on my lap, they where coming.
the whole camp leapt into action within minutes, magic’s where cast, armaments taken up and wings primed. I was taken to the ground as I couldn’t fly then, after I left the clouds, that had been home, began to boil and turn bruise purple. the ground beneath my feet began to burn, I was not harmed by this but my child, my beautiful Aeron, would burn. an angel dear to my heart, heeded my cries and bore us away from the fire and fighting. and thus was my first battle, watching from the sidelines as friend and foe battled and fell crashing to earth.
we where lucky that day, the Black Hearts had over stretched them selves and where beaten into retreat. but I saw the bodies afterwards, I vowed to do everything I could to help.
I began to forge armor from diamond, obsidian and steel, light as air but hard enough to stop the most vicious blade. I labored hard and my efforts where rewarded, more friends came back and we began to push back the Black and Dark angels. for 18 years I toiled in foundry by night and trained my daughter by day. she became a fine and noble Angel, she carried my armor into battle and returned home to me every time. she spoke long of valor and bravery and had qualms with killing her enemies, though she still fought and killed to protect the stability of the realms. in my eyes that she disliked killing was a virtue, killing for killings sake is what made the Dark angels Black in the first place.

but we where winning, only one force was left, its defeat would mean the end of a 27 year long war.
we did it, we prevailed, but at great cost to ourselves. the Elder was killed, the last vestige of the Old, of the times of peace. the angels where now a race built for war they could not go back without him. I did the only thing I could, I kept him there. I stopped him from disintegrating into the Ether, his soul was saved, the souls of all the Angels that died in the war where left in me. I kept them and held them in my heart, never to die. I discovered that the Darks where no threat and they joined the others.
the sheer power available to me then was awe inspiring, I could not control it though. it was deemed that I would not be allowed to wield it until I was ready, it must not be forgotten that, though I was old and a mother, I was still naive. that is how I came here, to learn of corruption and evil and all those things that pervade the real world. I have learnt plenty and have begun to wield the great legacy left to me all those centuries ago. Though, if anything, I have crept towards the dark more than the light.