Ibelandriel | Rit Zien

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✧ Loyal
✧ Selfless
✧ Caring

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Pacifistic
✦ Unable to Lead
✦ Naive

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Parents: God
Siblings: The other angels
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: N/A
History: Ibelandriel was one of many Rit Zien created as medics to heal the angels in their war against evil. Though she spent some time amidst humans, tending to their wounds, her first priority was always to Heaven. So when Castiel and Raphael began to wage war, Ibelandriel stood by Raphael, believing, as so many others did, that achieving total piece on earth was worth restarting the apocalypse.

Ibelandriel managed to escape Castiel's smiting of Raphael's followers through sheer luck, but fearing for her own life she high-tailed it to Nepal and Tibet, taking a Nepali volunteer as her vessel. She managed to avoid the Leviathans and Castiel's followers, leaving a trail of healed bodies in her wake. The angel stayed like this for a while, even beginning to build a reputation for herself...until, one fateful day, she heard a call from Heaven.

A call to return.




Alias: Ibby
How did you find us?: Google
Experience: A couple years of in-game rp on SWTOR, as well as a couple of additional years of forum rp on a Star Wars site and an original superhero forum. 
Other Characters: Not Currently
RP Sample:

A silent figure walked around the grounds of the Samye monastery in Tibet, its only companion the lonely moon above. Nothing was undisturbed -- not the dust on the ground, not the creatures hiding in the buildings' crevices, not the monks that slept on their pallets. It was calm, quiet, peaceful...exactly how she liked it.

Truth was, Ibelandriel could have flown directly to the monk she was looking for. She could sense his pain, sense the small tumor in his abdomen as it grew, little by little. But she preferred to do it this way, to get as much out of nature as she could. After all, this could be her last day on this planet, or on any planet.

The angel finally arrived to where the monks were resting. Several snores were heard, ranging from a soft murmur to an impersonation of a rabid chainsaw. These she ignored -- they were all healthy, bar the man with a bit of grout in his left foot. Perhaps, if she had time, Ibelandriel would fix that, too.

Turning the corner, the angel finally found the poor monk, asleep on his cot...if by "sleep" she meant "tossing and turning with hardly any form of rest in between." Ibelandriel pursed her lips slightly, moving to stand next to him. He stirred faintly under her touch, but did not open his eyes.

Letting out a soft sigh, the angel lightly pressed her fingers against his forehead, and concentrated. In her mind's eye, she saw the malignant tumour in his abdomen, right below his belly button. Furrowing her eyebrows, she began to break down the cells until they were reduced to nothing but useless cellular bits. The lysosomes and white blood cells would eventually break those down.

Her work here done, Ibelandriel turned away from the monk, who was now sleeping far more peacefully than before. The Rit Zien allowed herself a small smile. It always made her feel good, helping others. Especially the ones who had given more than their fair share to the betterment of society.

She readied herself to fly away, perhaps back to the little abandoned hut she'd been staying in, when she felt it -- a call. A call from Heaven. Ibelandriel froze, wondering if it was a trap...except there was only one way to find out.

Heaven, here I come.


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