Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2016 10:05:05 GMT -5
Full Name: Ezekiel, Angel of the Lord
Nickname/Alias: Zeke
Age/Date Of Birth: Ageless
Race: Angel
Occupation: Angel Programming “You have been created to be an Angel of the Lord” :: Angel of the Constellations Cygnus and Pegasus:
Species Group: “Power” Defined as - Mid-High Ranking Angel who is tasked with preventing the ‘fallen angels’ from taking over the world and keeping the Universe in balance. They are also seen as the Angels of birth and death. Being warrior angels, they oppose evil spirits, especially those that make use of the matter in the universe, so they don't do as much harm in the world as would otherwise, usually casting and chaining evil spirits to detention places. They are usually represented as soldiers wearing full armor and helmet, and also having defensive and offensive weapons such as shields and spears or chains respectively. The primary duty of the "Powers" is to supervise the movements of the heavenly bodies in order to ensure that the cosmos remains in order.
Play-By: Devin Paisley
Abilities
Skills/talents:
+ Angelic possession [ can take over host bodies]
+ Astral Projection Angels can project shadowy forms of their wings onto surfaces at will. If one is killed by an Angel Blade, its wings are burned onto the surface on which they died.
+ Holy White light
+ Electronic Manipulation [easily manipulates electricity]
+ Regeneration/ Healing [ quick healing of self and others unless weakened]
+ General Immortality [ If killed, unless destroyed, returns to heaven]
+ Localization [ Can find most people ]
+ Reality Warping [ Ability to bend reality]
+ Chronokinesis [ Time Travel]
Special Inventory
((WEAPON NOT YET APPROVED:: SPECIAL SKILL NO YET APPROVED))
Weapon of choice: Ezekiel carried a special holy relic Angel Blade known as "Angel Ear" , it allows him to do a few special things that other angel blades cannot do. This relic blade is filled with half of the angel's grace- without it being in direct contact with him he cannot be at full power. (He must be wielding it.)
+ Imprison the essence of demons within it
+ Gather human souls within it (but only if demon souls are not already inside)
+ have access to his special gift of Resurrection, upon the destruction or power blocking of the blade his Death would be final.
+ Any damage to the blade is direct damage to him.
+ Being separated from the blade makes Ezekiel little more than human (weakened state)
{Why is this blade so important, and what is it?} Unlike most angels, Ezekiel's grace is not held entirely within his body, but instead a substantial portion of it is located within "Angel Ear" the blade. The purpose for this difference stems from the origins of his creation.
[When God first made the world he used Ezekiel to help shape it’s surface. He put the angel’s grace into his blade so that he could use it as a tool for cutting through mountains, making canyons, and helping form the oceans. Ezekiel served his purpose well, and as a reward for his good service he allowed him to keep the blade and with it keep it’s positive and negative abilities. When humans arrived on earth, God promised Ezekiel that if he used his blade to serve man, that he would not let him die permanently.
+ (when Ezekiel is killed he does not go back to heaven, nor does he disappear. He goes into a sort of arrested state inside his vessel until resurrection.)
+ This does not mean he is necessarily immortal. If he dies without his angel blade in close proximity, he will permanently die.
+ The last time Ezekiel was killed was when the Angel’s fell. His resurrection from this moment is just now occurring. This means that the time frame in which Ezekiel will rise again is not always immediate.
This difference is what allows him to challenge the fallen angels, the demons, and the corrupted of the earth and gives him the unique ability to convert damaged souls back to their original form so that they become purified and are able to go to heaven. This does not always work as planned, but is the general purpose of his unique gift. This makes him extremely vulnerable when not armed.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ His brother and sister Angels
❤ Nature, Earth,
❤ Has a curious love hate for humans
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Failure
✗ Demons/Monsters
✗ Snakes
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Deeply afraid of being without purpose.
☬ Afraid of God's wrath and or disapproval
☬ The concept of human sexuality
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Ezekiel's goals are simple. Carry out God's word. Demolish evil. Unite his brothers and sisters- and most importantly, regain God's approval.
Personality:
While he clearly has the personality of a long experienced warrior, he tends to miss many of the subtleties of humanity making him come across naive at times. He does seem to pick things up quickly. He tends to bounce between being fascinated with and being disgusted by human nature, and could even be deemed curious, although his prideful nature would likely not allow him to admit this. He is usually very open about what he thinks. 100% task driven.
He often seems preoccupied, or even tortured by his own thoughts, mostly revolving around the nature of his long awaited resurrection, which came many years after he had expected it to. His constant worry that God has abandoned him permeates every aspect of his new life. He’s devoted to regaining the glory and the praise he feels he may have lost, being out of his Father’s favor.
+ He still prays
+ He believes that he is on God's shit list
+ He has a painful past with Lucifer (having remembered him as a brother)
+ He believes he has earned God's hatred, but doesn’t know how.
+ He becomes attached to people more easily than he cares to admit.
+ He doesn't know how to handle feelings of affection.
Traits
✧ Curious
✧ Dutiful
✧ Powerful
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Dubious alliance with humans
✦ Little knowledge of human customs
✦ Ruthless towards enemies
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Parents: God
Siblings: All Angels
Other Family: Lucifer was once a favored brother and role model
Important Others: N/A for now.
History: Ezekiel loves his brothers and sisters more than anything, especially one of them. Lucifer was not only his brother but was the one angel that guided him and cared for him the most. Ezekiel looked up to him as his most important family member, and so when Lucifer was cast out out of heaven, Ezekiel threw himself in the path of his brothers fall, holding the gates of heaven closed as long as he could, trying to prevent his brother from being hurled out. He died clinging to the gates of heaven, using his powerful body as a barrier to keep When the gates finally gave way, Ezekiel was pulled apart by the force of it. This was not, however, the end of the angel. As one of God's special order of angels [The Powers] Ezekiel was given a special gift at the moment of his creation. His gifted power was that of eternal resurrection, and thus he laid in the dirt of the earth and waited for God to call him awake: For God had promised him. This was not the first time Ezekiel had died, he had been killed and then resurrected three times since his creation. The first time he would self destruct in order to help God form the mountains when the world was new and formless. The second and third times he gave his life fighting with God against other great forces including fighting alongside Lucifer in the battle with the Darkness. Baal and Lucifer being the ones that struck him down. Each time he died God immediately raised him from destruction and yet....this time.
years passed...
more years passed...
Until finally, Ezekiel heard the voice of God ringing in his ear again [Wake up]
Alias: Who are you known as OOC? (Ezekiel )
How did you find us?: Searching tirelessly for SPN RP on google.
Experience: 10 + years experience – but not on proboards, so I’m really new at working the forums. Please cut me some slack while I learn it.
Other Characters: Not yet
RP Sample:
The man clasped Sam Winchester's hand with both of his own, shaking it with rapid, and seemingly endless gratitude. Sam gave a half cough as the moment dragged on and after a few long uncomfortable seconds he pried his hand from Mr.Kimbles grip.
"Really, it isn't a problem, Dan. I was more than happy to help."
"I just can't thank you enough. If it wasn't for you well. I just... I just." Dan Kimble's fat face flushes red with emotions and light grey eyes swelled with tears. Sam made another noise of discomfort, but gave his most polite smile, swallowing the urge to run while he had the chance to escape the other mans gushing, "are you sure you won't stay? I know my wife and daughter would never forgive me if I didn't at least invite you to stay for dinner after everything you've done for us."
Sam looked into Dan's watery eyes, and despite the disturbing emotional outpour he found himself empathizing. He knew what he must be feeling. He was relieved that his family was safe, afraid that he might now be able to keep them that way, hopeful that Sam might stay around longer as some sort of glorified body guard, and overwhelmed at all the truth that had come crashing down around him about demons and ghosts and the general supernatural. It wasn't easy to peer beyond the veil and Sam knew better than most how there was just no going back after that.
What could he say, he had a soft spot for loving families. "Okay, Mr. Kimbles. Just for an hour." He clarified. He also couldn't deny wanting to see Molly, Dan's daughter, one more time.
When he entered the house he could hear footsteps padding down the carpeted stairs and then there she was, all legs and blonde hair, smiling at him with a bubbly smile. She was so refreshing to look at. It was hard to believe that only twelve hours ago she had been close to death, pale and leaking ectoplasm from every orifice. She looked good as new now.
"Sam," he voice contained an exhale of relief, "I thought I was going to miss you. I wanted-" Dan cut her off,
"Sam agreed to stay with us for Dinner, go let your mother know." Molly closed her mouth,
She seemed disappointed, exchanging looks up at Sam that made him inhale and hold a breath. It had been a long time since a pretty girl had looked at him like that. Pretty, and compassionate; Smart too. College graduate with honors, staying at home to take care of a sickly mother.
"Yes, I'll get her Dad." She said, her eyes ghosting back over Sam a moment before she disappeared around the corner to fetch her mother's wheelchair from the living room.
"You have a really wonderful family, Dan." Sam said, taking in the quaint French country charm of the interior once again, this time with a little slack in his usually very tense shoulders. He felt a bit oafishly large in the tiny entry way, but regardless of how delicate the place looked he felt at ease. He wished he could stay, even if it meant dealing with emotional Dan for the rest of forever. He could stay, hook up with Molly, get a job somewhere close by, drive around a crappy pickup truck and never lo-- his phone buzzed in his pocket and his fantasy went cold. He picked it up and looked at the name before flipping it open and pressing it to his ear.
"Garth?" He listened to the man chatter on the other end of the line for a few seconds about how Dean was onto something a lot bigger than originally thought and about how he wasn't picking up his phone. "I'll call. Yeah. Thanks, Garth." At this point he had turned away from Dan who was looking at him with concern.
He punched in Deans cell number and waited as it rung itself to voicemail. He tried the others, same thing."... damn it." Was all he said before closing his phone and taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Tell Molly I'm sorry too,'I have to go."
With his phone sandwiched between his ear and shoulder he flipped through the open book on his knee, all while barreling down the winding road towards Camp Crystal Lake, New Jersey in his newly acquired- borrowed- vauxhall Astra. The heap of garbage bounced over every rock and stick on the road making reading and driving just that much more difficult. He had been more than three hours out according to Garth, but he was making record time thanks to the kick start of urgency.
"No, no. I heard you but are you sure, absolutely positive?" Sam pressed, narrowly missing a show that had been forgotten in the center of his lane.
Garth responded from the other end of the phone, "I'm positive, THE Jason Vorhees, phantom of Camp Crystal Lake. Not sure if he's really a phantom, though. Last I heard this was taken care of by another hunter years ago but I'm not sure how. Looks like you two are on your own with this one. Peace out idgits." And with that the phone went dead and Sam let it slide down from his shoulder into his lap.
"Well can you find o--" the call dropped before he could even finish his request.
"Damn it!" This didn't make any sense, if this was the real Jason Vorhees then why would Dean go after him alone. Sure, Garth had said it was probably a prank but if this was the real deal then there was no telling what kind of thing this guy really was. He was more than just a back woods legend. He was a world famous legend.
That was when the signal on his phone blinked twice and then the bars suck to zero. He stared down at it in his lap for a moment before focusing back on driving. Maybe that was why his brother hadn't gotten ahold of him, he couldn't.
He reached behind his seat and pulled out a small black box layered with wires. He flipped the switch to on and placed the EMF meter on the dash, where it settled in silence.
"what are you..." He asked himself as he continued to drive as well as flip through pages."what are you a ghost? A zombie? A demon..." He scoured the lore for anything that might be of use.
[born June 13, deformed and hydrocephalic, mentally handicapped. Grew up isolated, raised by a women named Pamela.] somehow everything about this gave him a foreboding sense of déjà vu. He shook it off and put on his 'Hunter mood', every emotion hardening into singular focus on the task ahead. Dean would be fine, he could handle himself. He just needed to get there quick.
I (Ezekiel) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)
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