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You still don't know why you were picked for the job but picked you were. You were the fruit of the tree of Heaven, plucked from the boughs of the great branches and given to humanity in its time of most dire need. A need that they were, for the most part, unaware of. You were given form for the first time. The first thing you felt was a raw nerve open to the air as your physical frame was constructed from crude elements; oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, calcium and phosphorus all coming together around you to create a human body. A spirit made flesh and a soul given form. An extension of your creator and fathers will, an instrument of His divine energy. The feeling of the raw nerve disappeared almost as soon as it came upon you as you could feel more. Your new heart could almost take no more as the sensation of love overtook you. There was no past, there was no future and there was only right now. Right now in an unfathomable universe of potential and possibility. The Grand Throne in the distance, the light blue morning sky with stars still burning bright and visible high overhead. The Grand Throne began to fade though. The glass and crystal walkways becoming distant and faded as all around you they gathered. The beings that had been your own for so long. There was no way to tell how long you had been an angel because there had not been need to wonder it. No questions could ever be asked in your fathers arms for there was no need to question. How could one question perfection and unending love? How could you remember more than there was at the moment when there was no need for knowledge? For the first time you saw your brothers, sisters and partners in the war against the Destroyer, the Tempter and The Darkness. They grew distant, their eyes cast upon you all in equal measure. You remember their names, one and all but found them harder and harder to pronounce as your throats formed and language was given to you. Your own names became bastardizations of their former selves, the feeling and emotion associated with the title you had been given lost and only memory and thought linked to the sound. Michael himself was there. He smiled and gave a single nod of his noble brow, the Archangel's smile as warm as any other you had seen. There was the clap of thunder all around and for a moment everything was dark. You could feel breathing and then a chill on your skin even though there was a second feeling there. Pressure, almost. A thin, light pressure of cloth on flesh. Rain on your skin. Wind against your face and and ground beneath your feet. Vision returns and you and your compatriots in this valiant journey to Earth are standing in an alleyway. The ground is tarmac, the walls red stone lined with garbage cans. It is night but it is not dark. There are lights above - the stars in the distance and the neon howl of street lights, signs saying 'OPEN' and 'BEER' inset in barred windows, tiny slivers of light reflecting off reflecting up from the ground on the surface of forming puddles. The two greatest light sources are directly before you. About hip height, two great shining beams with the figure of a man standing between them. His arms were folded over his chest but they are brought to his sides as he steps forwards out, stunned and staggered by what he sees before him. He steps forwards out of the bright light and into a more visible shade. He is a male human that appears to be in his late forties. Dark hair cut close to his head in a utilitarian and plain, unstylish manner. He wears black with a single rectangle of white around his throat. He appears ever so slightly jowly. He is a good man, a warmth in his stunned smile of shocked, almost overwhelmed joy as he paces closer still. "Holy Mary mother of God," he mutters, shaking his head. "You're real. You're real and you're really here."
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Starring: DocBubonic as Kushiel, the inquisitor and judge of the dead. Bear Enthusiast as Yeshamiel, warrior guardian. AxeMan as Gavriella the Chariot of God, Arbiter of Angels, and Bearer of the Throne. Puppies are Dicks as Adnachiel, Voice of Liberation, Bearer of the Word Twobirds as Urim, the messenger and herald of the Lord. Sheets in your opener. Standard posting formatting rules apply. This post reserved for links, house rules as they develop and other random assorted goodies. You have 7 days (Tuesday the 2nd) after the start of the game to tweak your guy if you're not happy with it.
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Adnachiel Stumbling as he takes step for the first time, Adnachiel wraps his arms around himself and shivers as he squints at the figure in the distance. "...cold... why is it so cold?" Haltingly he moves towards the light, speaking and moving as much by instinct as an earnest desire to fill the cold, lonely silence which presses against his newfound senses. "are you here to help us?" pre:Name: Adnachiel, Voice of Liberation, Bearer of the Word
Race: Seraphim
Attributes [360]
ST 14 [40]
DX 14 [80]
IQ 19 [180]
HT 16 [60]
HP 16 [0]
Will 19 [0]
Per 19 [0]
FP 16
Basic Lift 39
Damage 1d/2d
Basic Speed 7.5
Basic Move 7
Ground Move 7
Water Move 1
Social Background
TL: 8 [0]
Cultural Familiarities:
Languages: Adamic (Native/Native) [0]; English (Native/Native) [4].
Advantages [166]
Appearance (Very Handsome/Beautiful) [16]
Close to Heaven 1 [10]
- +1 to Exorcism, Meditation, Religious Ritual and Theology (note: does not
bestow skill points - if you don’t take supplemental skill points you’ll
have +1 to your default)
- +1 to reaction bonuses with Members of the Clergy.
- Hidden Lore (Demons) IQ/Av IQ+0 [2]
- Hidden Lore (The Secrets Of Heaven) IQ/Av IQ+0 [2]
- Occultism IQ/Av IQ+0 [2]
Combat Reflexes [15]
- +1 to all active defense rolls
- +1 to Fast-Draw
- +2 to Fright Checks
- +6 to an IQ Roll to wake up, recover from stun or surprise.
Detect Evil Supernatural Beings [10]
- Take a vague impression on the focus of great evil in your general area.
1 KM or 6 Block radius - whichever is more interesting and useful to the
game at that time I guess.
- When you’re in line of sight with the Evil Supernatural Being you see through their disguise to find their true nature.
Immunity to Metabolic Hazards [30]
Innate Attack (The Word) 5 [13]
- Burning Damage 1D/5 Points
- Melee Only (Close Range) -30%
- Can Parry, Rapid Strike, Feint, etc.
- Takes Recharge -10% (1 round)
- Nuisance Effect (Draws immediate attention) -5%
- Feel free to design your own to a minimum of 10 points and maximum of 25 points. The above is just a suggestion.
Language (Adamic; Native) [0]
Language (English; Native see Talent) [4]
Regeneration [25]
- 1 HP per 1 hour.
Shtick [1]
- Can hide wings under clothes thicker than a T-shirt
- Sudden revelation of wings give +2 to influence roll on religious people.
- Sudden revelation of wings give +1 to intimidation roll when in subjects presence for first time.
Very Fit [15]
- +2 to all HT rolls to stay conscious, avoid death, resist disease or poison.
- Recover FP at twice normal rate
- Lose FP at half normal rate
Patron [5]
- Local Clergy
- Will set you up with a place to stay, tend to wounds, help in ways that a priest can.
- May supply you with some gear and equipment. Likely nothing lethal.
- 1 HP per 1 hour.
Talent: Musical Ability 1 [5]
- +1 to all affected skills, even for default use
- +1 to reaction rolls made by anyone in a position to notice your Talent
- -10% time required to learn affected skills in play
Voice [7]
- Limited use (-30% cost/2 uses per day)
- +2 to Diplomacy, Fast-Talk, Mimicry, Performance, Politics, Public Speaking, Sex Appeal,
Singing
- +2 reaction rolls to someone who hears your
Language Talent [10]
Universal Translation: Before Babel
(Telecommunication,
Telesend (30), Hearing-Based, -20%, Racial (human or near-humans only), -20%; Universal, +50%)
[33]
Notes: The possessor can project his thoughts to make
himself understood to anyone (humans and near-humans only), regardless of language so long as they can hear his voice.
Extra Attack (25)
Notes: You can attack more than once per turn. The “default” assumption
in GURPS is that you can make one attack per turn, no matter
how many limbs you have. Each Extra Attack allows one
addditional attack per turn. You may not have more attacks
than you have limbs (arms, legs, etc.), natural weapons
(Strikers, Teeth, etc.), and attack powers (Afflictions,
Bindings, and Innate Attacks) with which to attack.
[25]
Disadvantages [-150]
Code of Honor (Angelic) (-2) [-10]
- Never lie to the Clergy or your fellow Angels
- Anything you swear to God to do must be done
- Do not take the Lords name in vain
- Keep the secrets of Heaven safe.
- Enforce the will of God.
Destiny (God works in Mysterious Ways) (Great) [-15]
Duty [-20]
- All the Time
- Extremely Hazardous
- Defend humanity from The Darkness, The Destroyer and The Tempter
Enemy (The Darkness, The Destroyer, and the Tempter) (utterly formidable group) (9 or less) [-40]
Fanaticism (The Mission to Save Humanity) [-15]
Nightmares [-10]
- Your exit from heaven
- Earth is a very cold, desolate and lonely place after being in heaven.
- Functions as Flashbacks
- Roll once per day
- 12 or less and you dreamt of home.
- Stat penalties are -1 for first two hours of wakefulness.
Destiny [-15]
Easy to Read [-10]
- +4 for others on their Empathy, Body Language, Psychology rolls to discern your intentions or the truth of your words
- +4 to their IQ, Detect Lies, Gambling rolls to Quick Contest your Acting, Fast Talk, or Gambling
Cold Blooded [-10]
- +2 HT to resist the effects of temperature
- Require 1/3 of food needed by a warm blooded being of equal mass
- "Stiffen up" with 30+ minutes exposure to temperatures of 65 degrees
or less: -1 Basic Speed/DX, 32 degrees>: roll HT or take -1HP damage
Chummy [-5]
- react to others at +2
- when alone suffer a -1 penalty to IQ
Charitable [-15]
- make a self control roll in any situation where you could render aid or are specifically asked for help
Quirks [-5]
New at this [-1]
- You’re not used to this whole physical-form thing. Everything seemed so much
easier when you didn’t have to eat, sleep and didn’t have free will.
Code of Honor [-1]
- Always introduce yourself properly first, it's an essential to good communication! Also give the other party a chance to respond
before speaking again, that's just good manners isn't it?
Distinctive Feature [-1]
- 6+ feet tall, giant puff of hair, dark brown skin, I've been told these are distinctive features
Trademark [-1]
- Always leave a flower behind, the world needs more flowers and color in it
Dislikes: Imprisonment [-1]
-The Maker did not create us or any other being to be imprisoned or held in bondage. To do so is wrong.
Features
Affected by Path of Spirit (instead of Body/Mind) magic
No -4 penalty to use Exorcism.
Vestigial Wings (this feature can be bought off to give functional wings).
Skills [79]
Acting IQ/A - IQ+1 19 [4]
Body Language Per/A - Per-1 18 [1]
Brawling DX/E - DX+3 17 [8]
Camoflauge IQ/E - IQ+0 19 [1]
Carpentry IQ/E - IQ+0 19 [1]
Cartography IQ/A - IQ-1 18 [1]
Chemistry IQ/H - IQ-1 18 [2]
Climbing DX/A - DX+0 14 [2]
Computer Hacking IQ/VH - IQ-1 18 [4]
Computer Operation IQ/E - IQ+0 18 [1]
Computer Programming IQ/H - IQ-1 18 [2]
Detect Lies Per/H-Per-1 18 [2]
Diplomacy IQ/H - IQ-1 18 [2]
Exorcism Will/H-Will-1 18 [2]
(+1 from Close to Heaven)
Electrician IQ/A - IQ-1 18 [1]
Fast-Draw (Sword) DX/E - DX+1 15 [2]
: +1 from 'Combat Reflexes'
Fast-Talk IQ/A - IQ-1 18 [1]
First Aid IQ/E - IQ+0 18 [1]
Hidden Lore (Demon Lore) IQ/A - IQ-1 18 [1]
(Includes skill points from Close to Heaven)
Hidden Lore (Secrets Of Heaven) IQ/Av - IQ-1 18 [1]
Innate Attack DX/E - DX+2 16 [4]
Intimidation Will/A-Will-1 18 [1]
Leadership IQ/A - IQ-1 18 [1]
Mathematics(Applied) IQ/H - IQ-2 17 [1]
Melee Weapon(B. Sword) DX/A - DX+3 17 [8]
Mimicry IQ/H - IQ-1 18 [2]
Musical Influence IQ/VH - IQ-1 18 [4]
Musical Instrument(Guitar)IQ/H - IQ-2 17 [1]
(+1 from Talent: Musical Ability)
Observation Per/A-Per-1 18 [1]
Occultism IQ/A - IQ-1 18 [1]
(Includes skill points from Close to Heaven)
Religious Ritual IQ/H - IQ-1 18 [1]
(+1 from Close to Heaven)
Search Per/A - Per-1 18[1]
Singing HT/E - HT+1 17 [2]
(+1 from Talent: Musical Ability)
Stealth DX/A - DX+1 15 [4]
Streetwise IQ/A - IQ-1 18 [1]
Swimming HT/E - HT+0 16 [1]
Tactics IQ/H - IQ-1 18 [2]
Teaching IQ/A - IQ-1 18 [1]
Theology (Christianity) IQ/H - IQ-1 18 [2]
(+1 from Close to Heaven)
Hand Weapons
Ranged Weapons
Armor & Possessions
Attr [360] + Adv [166] - DisAdv [150] + Skills [83] - Quirks [5] = 450/450 + [18] various bits + [40]
Michaelmas bonus - UniTrans [33] - Extra Attack [25] = 508/508 spent!
Unused CP: 0
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Kushiel The moment Kushiel became flesh, he found himself assailed by an overwhelming crush of sensations from the new body he had. Cold, pain, the sounds, the blood flowing through the veins in the body, skin reacting to the physical plane. It all hit him hard. He, no longer, we, but he collapsed to the ground. Barely in control of his own body, he managed to come to rest on one knee. Forcing his will to overcome the weak mortal flesh, he resisted the urge to fall to the ground. He knew not why he was here, but there were greater concerns for his mind to dwell on. Though now in a mortal frame, duties still existed. One can not allow oneself go against the purpose of existence. Vows must be maintained, purposes fulfilled, and destiny to seek. Kushiel opened his eyes and looked upon the filthy, black hard surface his body knelt upon. Staring at the asphalt, his eyes began to adjust and to show him the world as mortals do. He began to breath. Inhaling the air created by the almighty. The air had odor to it as well. He didn't know how to describe the smell. Was it good? Was it bad? Such things would be determined, but for now he tried to block most of the sensations his body received. Focusing his will, Kushiel made his body speak. "Who are you." pre:Character Name: Kushiel (450 Points) ATTS [259] ST 15 [50]; DX 14 [80]; IQ 14 [80]; HT 14 [40]. Damage 1d+1/2d+1; HP 17 [4]; Will 15 [5]; Per 14 [0]; FP 14 [0]. Basic Speed 7 [0]; Basic Move 7 [0]; Social Background: TL: 7 Languages: Adamic Native [0] Language: English Spoken (Native), +3; Written (Native), +3 [6] Advantages [250]: Appearance (Very Handsome) [16] Combat Reflexes [15] Detect (Evil Supernatural Beings) [10] Fearlessness 3 [6] Fit, Very [15] High Pain Threshold [10] Indomitable [15] Innate Attack (Hellfire Whip) 2 [44] Patron (Local Clergy) [5] Penance Stare 1 [15] Regeneration Regular (You recover 1 HP per hour) [25] Resistant (Metabolic Hazards) [30] Talent (Close to Heaven) 1 [10] Trained by a Master [30] Weapon Master (Whip and Innate Attack) [25] Perks: Fearsome Stare (Non-Verbal Intimidation) [1] Reach Mastery (Whip) [1] Shtick [1] Disadvantages [-130]: Callous -5 Code of Honor (Angelic) -10 Destiny (God works in mysterious ways) [15] Duty (Angel stuff): [-20] Enemy (Bad Dudes with Baditude): [-40] Fanaticism (The Mission): [-15] Intolerance (Sinners): [-5] Nightmares: [-10] Vow (Punish the wicked) [-10] Quirks [-5]: Careful [-1] New at this [-1] Proud [-1] Staid [-1] Uncongenial [-1] Skills [86] Body Language 14 Per-1 1 Broadsword 13 DX-1 1 Climbing 13 DX-1 1 Crack (Whip) 13 -2 2 Criminology/TL7 13 IQ-1 1 Detect Lies 16 Per+1 8 Diplomacy 12 IQ-2 1 Disarming (Whip) 16 +1 2 Driving/TL7 (Automobile) 13 DX-1 1 Entangle (Whip) 14 -1 4 Exorcism 15 Will+0 2 Forensics/TL7 13 IQ-2 2 Guns/TL7 (Pistol) 16 DX+2 4 Guns/TL7 (Rifle) 15 DX+1 2 Guns/TL7 (Shotgun) 15 DX+1 1 Guns/TL7 (Submachine Gun) 15 DX+1 1 Hidden Lore (Angels) 13 IQ-1 1 Hidden Lore (Demons) 13 IQ-1 1 Hidden Lore (Spirit Lore) 13 IQ-1 1 Holdout 13 IQ-1 1 Innate Attack (Punishing Fire Whip) 16 DX+2 4 Intelligence Analysis/TL7 12 IQ-2 1 Interrogation 15 IQ+1 4 Intimidation 16 Will+1 4 Judo 12 DX-2 1 Knife 15 (DX+1) [2] Leadership 13 IQ-1 1 Meditation 14 Will-1 1 Mental Strength 16 Will+1 2 Mind Block 14 Will-1 1 Observation 14 Per-1 1 Occultism 14 IQ+0 2 Psychology 9 IQ-5 1 Religious Ritual (Abrahamic) (IQ+0) [2] Retain Weapon (Whip) 16 +1 2 Running 13 HT-1 1 Search 15 Per+0 2 Shadowing 13 IQ-1 1 Soldier/TL7 13 IQ-1 1 Stealth 13 DX-1 1 Streetwise 14 IQ+0 2 Theology (Abrahamic) 13 IQ-1 1 Uppercut (Karate) 14 +0 1 Whip 15 DX+1 4 Wrestling 13 DX-1 1 Atts [259] Ads [235] Disads [-140] Quirks [-5] Skills [86] = Total [450]
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Urim This time is not like the other times. In the past, Urim had stayed suspended on golden threads that held her aloft, invisible to the eye and impossibly strong, when she visited Earth. Those she had appeared to had always looked UP, shading their eyes, or even collapsing altogether. She had been comforting, supportive - but it is easy to be comforting when you had no worries, no fear, and you hung in the air thanks to the whim of God. Now, she felt as if cold lead filled her limbs, and a worm of fear inside her made her think perhaps she would not even stand up. Give it time, she tells herself. We all knew this would not be easy. The man nearby towered over her, but she recognized his dress. It was not the first man of the cloth she had visited. Hopefully it would not be the last. Urim pulls her limbs together, but remains on the concrete, straightening her back. "Hello," she says, the word croaking just slightly. "We are not here to test your faith in us, father. Though, I think, we are here to test your compassion." pre:Attributes[280] ST 14 [40] DX 14 [80] IQ 16 [120] HT 14 [40] HP 14 Will 16 Per 16 FP 14 Basic Lift 39 Damage 1d/2d Basic Speed 7 Basic Move 7 Ground Move 7 Water Move 1 Social Background TL: 8 [0] Cultural Familiarities: Languages: Adamic (Native) [0]; English (Native) [6]. Advantages [219] Magery 0 [5] Magery 3 [30] Prophetic Dreams [5] Ritual Adept [40] Angelic Template: Appearance (Very Beautiful) [16] Burning Attack (4) (Can be stolen; Can Parry, Feint, etc.; Close melee range only) [12] Close to Heaven (1) [5] Combat Reflexes [15] Detect (Evil Supernatural Beings) (Occasional) [10] Fit (Very Fit) [15] Patron (Light Influence) (Modest Budget) (Limited assistance) [5] Regeneration (Regular: 1HP/Hr) [25] Resistant (Metabolic Hazards) (Very Common) (Immunity) [30] Shtick ((Can hide wings under t-shirt or thicker, +1/+2 influence)) [1] Disadvantages [-110] Sense of Duty (The faithful, any and all) [-10] Angelic Template: Code of Honor (Angelic) [-10] Destiny (Minor) [-5] Duty (Defend humanity from The Darkness, The Tempter, and The Destroyer) (15 or less (almost always)) (Extremely Hazardous) [-20] Enemy (The Darkness, The Tempter, The Destroyer) (utterly formidable group) (9 or less) [-40] Fanaticism (The Mission) [-15] Nightmares (Longing for Heaven) (Severe) [-10] Quirks [-5] Allergic to alcohol [-1] Curious [-1] Lapsed Catholic [-1] Likes libraries [-1] New at this [-1] Skills [76] Axe/Mace DX/A DX-1 13 [1] Broadsword DX/A DX+0 14 [2] Diplomacy IQ/H IQ-1 15 [2] Driving/TL7 (Automobile) DX/A DX+0 14 [2] Esoteric Medicine Per/H Per-1 15 [2] Exorcism Will/H Will+0 16 [2] includes: +1 from 'Close to Heaven' Fast-Talk IQ/A IQ-1 15 [1] First Aid/TL7 (Human) IQ/E IQ+1 17 [2] Gesture IQ/E IQ+0 16 [1] Guns/TL7 (Pistol) DX/E DX+1 15 [2] Guns/TL7 (Shotgun) DX/E DX+0 14 [1] Hidden Lore (Demons) IQ/A IQ+0 16 [2] Hidden Lore (Sacred Places) IQ/A IQ+0 16 [2] Hidden Lore (Secrets of Heaven) IQ/A IQ+0 16 [2] History (Early Christianity) IQ/H IQ-2 14 [1] Innate Attack (Melee) DX/E DX+1 15 [2] Intimidation Will/A Will-1 15 [1] Judo DX/H DX+0 14 [4] Lip Reading Per/A Per-1 15 [1] Meditation Will/H Will+0 16 [2] includes: +1 from 'Close to Heaven' Observation Per/A Per-1 15 [1] Occultism IQ/A IQ+0 16 [2] Path of Body IQ/VH IQ-2 14 [2] Path of Chance IQ/VH IQ-2 14 [2] Path of Crossroads IQ/VH IQ-2 14 [2] Path of Energy IQ/VH IQ-2 14 [2] Path of Magic IQ/VH IQ-2 14 [2] Path of Matter IQ/VH IQ-2 14 [2] Path of Mind IQ/VH IQ-1 15 [4] Path of Spirit IQ/VH IQ-2 14 [2] Path of Undead IQ/VH IQ-3 13 [1] Physician/TL7 (Human) IQ/H IQ-1 15 [2] Psychology (Human) IQ/H IQ-1 15 [2] Public Speaking IQ/A IQ-1 15 [1] Research/TL7 IQ/A IQ+1 17 [4] Thaumatology IQ/VH IQ+0 16 [8] Theology (Abrahamic) IQ/H IQ+0 16 [2] includes: +1 from 'Close to Heaven' Stats [280] Ads [219] Disads [-110] Quirks [-5] Skills [76] Other [1] = Total [462] 1 CP spent to prevent ruining Father Burke's car. quote:Few tolerate the gaze of an oracle. Whether it's fear, or anger, or simply an inability to understand a speaker of prophecy as remotely relatable, Urim could not truly say. She has visited earth multiple times, each time acting as the herald of the Lord to shepherds or prophets or saints. Many other times she has served from Heaven, speaking through crystal balls to the curious, or whispering in dreams. The word of God was spoken through her, and she understood her role - that of repetition, of voice and not thought, of a tongue without a mind. Twobirds fucked around with this message at 19:28 on Mar 17, 2013 |
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Yeshamiel All of a sudden, there was a great and terrible awareness. Yeshamiel had expected to see, he had expected for his vision to be quite powerful in fact, but he found himself almost completely blind as his new form found itself taking a knee down to the asphalt. As he looked up and craned his neck, he was aware of so many humans that needed his protection, his vision flooded with the knowledge of their location above all else. His body was glowing with a faint golden light, his eyes completely washed over with gold. He blinked a few times as his sense of danger was dulled to a smaller radius, his physical vision coming to him as he took in their surroundings. The gold faded from his eyes as his true vision fully returned, as did the glow. He stood and quickly identified any entrances to the alley, watching for any breaks in the wall or anyone that could come over the top of the roof. He found himself moving slowly towards the man in black and stopped himself, there was no apparent danger here for him. He identified the object before him, he had so much knowledge rushing into his newly formed mind he could barely comprehend all that was happening. "Father." he gives a solemn nod to their apparent benefactor. "We need to leave quickly, somewhere more secure. Your parish?" His eyes still fluttered as he talked, his voice slowly rising in volume and clarity as he spoke, as if there were something lining his throat that was being removed. He found himself stretching without quite realizing it, the burn of moving his muscles to their limits somewhat strange but intriguing. code:
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Gavriella online character sheet Updated always! It was incredibly hard for her to understand, the body was something she had never known since her creation. Her vision from all seeing narrowed to one limited position, her eyes trying to adjust to the lack of vision. She tries to move and her legs buckle under her. She almost tumbles to the ground but she catches herself on the side of the building. She feels the coarseness under her skin and doesn't understand, her hand sliding to her back and feeling her wings. There were only two, like her eyes, it was so disconcerting to have so few and to have these danglingly things on her. She braces herself against the wall and clutches her chest, it was like a utter pain a hollowness in her very essence that should be there. Where was the glow the warmth, the presence that she had always know. She didn't understand what this was how could it be gone? The very meaning of her existence was to serve that presence, and be there, how could this be. This was cold it was missing that warm presence, though unlike the others it was not dark. Her eyes might be limited to one point of view but she saw it all, she was able to see as if it was day. She staggers forward as if she is new to walking but learning quickly, and look at the man in front of her. She is frustrated cause she cannot SEE his crimes and his path. These eyes were so limiting that she wants to scream and sing, but this body made it so difficult. She opens her mouth and gives several shallow attempts to talk. She starts speaking at first in the language she knew of the humans, what she had heard said from the angels she had judged. "לַמְנַצֵּ֗חַ מִזְמ֥וֹר לְדָוִֽד אַ֭שְׁרֵי שְׂכִּ֣יל אֶל־ דָּ֑ל בְּי֥וֹם רָ֝עָ֗ה יְֽמַלְּטֵ֥הוּ יְהוָֽה׃" She spoke quickly as the metaphor should be understood by the man. The others were more use to the tongue and did so correctly, if she had understood what embarrassment was she would have blushed. Instead she followed suit and spoke with his own language, "We have come to provide, as He has said." She nods to him. pre: Name: Gavriella CP: 468
Height: 5'7" Disadv limit: 150
Weight: 140 CP Used: 449
Eyes: Hazel CP Left: 16
Hair: Brown
Age: unknown
Attributes CP 276
ST 17 70
DX 14 80
IQ 14 80
HT 14 40
HP 17
Will 14
Per 14
FP 14
Basic Lift 57
Damage
Thrust: 1d+2
Swing: 3d-1
Basic Speed 7
Basic Move 7
Dodge 11
Air Move 14
Languages Spoken Written CP
Adamic Native Fluent
English Native Fluent 6
Culture CP
Abrahamic Native
Appearance Very Attractive
Status -
Reputation -
Wealth Average
TL 7
Advantages CP 250 Notes
Close to Heaven 2 20
Combat Reflexes 15
Detect Evil Supernatural Beings 10 Vague, 1KM
Immunity to Metabolic Hazard 30
Innate Attack 4 24 Ranged, burn, can hit incorporeal (Flaming Gaze)
Regeneration 25 1 HP per hour
Very Fit 15
Patron 5 Clergy
Very Attractive 16
Hyperspectral Vision 25 vision +3, intra,ultra included
High Pain Tolerance 10
Winged Flight 30
Hard to Subdue 4 +2 to stunning/unconsciousness rolls etc
Shtick 1 Hide wings/+2 inf religious, 1 intimidation
Doesn't Sleep 20
Disadvantages CP -140 Notes
Code of Honor (Angelic) -10 as stated
Duty -20 *1
Enemies -40 *2
Fanaticism -15 Mission
Easy to Read -10
Destiny -15
Charitable -15
Selfless -5
Truthfulness -5
Curious -5
Quirks CP -5 Notes
New at this -1
Loyal -1
Congenial -1
Attentive -1
Craves God's Presence -1
Skills 68
Skills Stat/Diff Stat Mods Levels CP Notes
Acrobatics DX/H DX-2 12 1
Body Language Per/A Per-1 13 1
Climbing DX/A DX-1 13 1
Detect Lies Per/H Per+0+1 15 4
Diplomacy IQ/H IQ+0 14 4
Driving(Car) DX/A DX-1 13 1
Dropping DX/A DX+0 13 1
Escape DX/H DX-2 12 1
Exorcism Will/H Will-2+2 14 1
Explosives(Bomb Disposal) IQ/A IQ-1 13 1
Fast-Draw(ammo) DX/E DX+0+1 15 1
Fast-Draw(Pistol) DX/E DX+0+1 15 1
Fast-Draw(Short Sword) DX/E DX+0+1 15 1
First Aid IQ/E IQ+0 14 1
Flight HT/A HT-1 13 1
Gardening IQ/E IQ+0 14 1
Guns(Pistol) DX/E DX+2 16 4
Guns(Rifle) DX/E DX+2 16 4
Guns(Shotgun) DX/E DX+2 16 4
Hidden Lore (Demons) IQ/A IQ+0 14 2
Hidden Lore (Secrets of Heaven) IQ/A IQ+0 14 2
History(Judism) IQ/H IQ-2 12 1
Holdout IQ/A IQ-1 13 1
Housekeeping IQ/E IQ+0 14 1
Innate Attack(Flaming Gaze) DX/E DX+2 16 4
Intelligence Analysis IQ/H IQ-2 12 1
Intimidation Will/A Will-1 13 1
Judo DX/H DX-1 13 2
Karate DX/H DX+0 14 4
Knot-Tying DX/E DX+0 14 1
Law IQ/H IQ-2 12 1
Leadership IQ/A IQ-1 13 1
Lifting HT/A HT-1 13 1
Lip Reading Per/A Per-1 13 1
Melee Weapon(ShortSword) DX/A DX+0 14 2
Musical Composition IQ/H IQ-2 12 1
Observation Per/A Per-1+3 16 1
Occultism IQ/A IQ+0 14 2
Philosophy(Humanitarianism) IQ/H IQ-2 12 1
Psychology IQ/H IQ-2+1 13 1
Religious Ritual IQ/H IQ-2+2 14 1
Running HT/A HT-1 13 1
Singing HT/E HT+0 14 1
Swimming HT/E HT+0 14 1
Theology(Abrahamic) IQ/H IQ-2+2 14 1
Tracking Per/A Per-1+3 16 1
Urban Survival Per/A Per-1 13 1
Stats 276 Ads 250 Disads -140 Quirks -5 Skills 68
Total 449
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Kushiel Asserting control over his body, he manages to rise back up to his feet. The adjustment to this new form would not be easy, but he would persevere. Duty came first. "I am Kushiel, Reaper of Penance. A Throne of the First Sphere."
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The priest gives a nod. His heart is racing and warm blood pumps through his body quickly. He seems to stumble over himself even as the Angels become more and more accustomed to their forms. It is taking moments for the basics to begin to take shape - walking, running, standing. Where before tendons and joints felt like soft gel now there's a feeling of solidity and unity through ones own biology. He takes a couple of steps forwards, his feet splashing in still puddles casting ripples of light over the surface of them as he continues forwards. He doesn't know who to speak to first and then Kushiel introduces himself. "Burke," he says. "Father Burke." He holds out his hand in a gesture of welcome before looking over at the woman on the concrete before moving his hand to her to help her stand. "I don't doubt that you're here to help. It's just... I've been a priest for twenty years and I know I go with God wherever I go I never thought it would be this... it would be quite this physical or literal," he says. "I have a space set aside in the church for you to stay in," he says, his eyes growing wide and his smile starting to beam. He begins to ramble. "I honestly thought I had begun to lose my senses. I've been having visions of your coming for a year now and I almost didn't come here, to this alley." The cold feeling is starting to fade away. It's pulling back from your bones and sinking away. Burke smiles as warmly as he can realizing he's easily the shortest person here among the alarmingly beautiful winged humans.
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Urim Urim wraps a comforting, but nevertheless weak arm around Adnachiel. She leans on the fellow angel, hoping he might do the same. There was a sense of peace at feeling the solid form of a brother close by. "We should find a fire," she says to him. "That kind of comfort seems to be true throughout the ages." "'Tis the way of things," she says to Father Burke. "When spiritual support is needed, flesh serves the spirit, either with stout heart or the bonds of blood. When a strong arm is needed, metaphor comes to the fore. Given one, find the other." "I am Urim, trumpet of the Fourth Sphere." Yaaaaaay picture 
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Adnachiel Looking gratefully towards Urim Adnachiel huddles closely against her, spreading his thin wings in order to share what meager memory of Heaven's warmth remains between them. "thank you, Urim." He shivers and stands to his full height, clearing his throat and gaining comfort from the proximity of his brethren. "Father Burke, thank you for coming. Thank you for your faith. God loves you. I am Adnachiel."
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Gavriella She stands there leaning against the brick wall, having trouble standing fully, her attempts to walk foiled in most part from the unknown form of locomotion for her. She hears the others introduce themselves to the man, she tries to move further toward him and stumbles, instead of falling her full wings prevent her from falling. Stabilizing her, though the cold had gone, the yearning had not. In the end, the hollow emptiness lingered more than it should. She stumbled toward the others and looked at them, joining with their introduction of the self, "I am the Chariot. Bearer of the Throne. Of the First Sphere..." She trails off and thinks of her name, unusual to think of ones self with service to the almighty. "You may call me Gavriella. Faith and obedience to God is always rewarded, as shall you be reward for yours." She smiles, her very face unused to the process, but it was starting to feel more natural. She nods to the other angels, slowly.
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Kushiel He grows accustomed to vision with the eyes made of flesh. Looking around, he glared at the surroundings he found himself in. Having inflicted punishment on unrepentant sinners, Kushiel thought he knew humans well. What he saw now made his stomach turned. The vulgar existence of humanity angered him. He put aside his revulsion to focus on more urgent matters. "We should leave here. Lead on mortal." Unintentionally Kushiel looks at Father Burke with the same expression as he would give the unrepentant. Kushiel is unintentionally intimidating Father Burke. Intimidation-16, Fearsome Stare (Non-Verbal Intimidation). I don't want to fully freak out Father Burke, just make him uncomfortable. DocBubonic fucked around with this message at 21:09 on Sep 27, 2012 |
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The strangely hollow feeling continues, unabated by the continuing feeling of physicality as it builds within. Organs settling into place and finding function. The feeling of the rain gently finding flesh is... well there's a pleasantness to the random nature of it. The chaotic sensation gives a glimpse at what it's like to not have everything in order, everything in serenity. It feels good. "The chariot, the throne..." says Burke. "I'm just a priest. I was a missionary in Africa but that was," he says giving a little pause as if remembering something or trying to recall exactly when it was, "a while ago. I'm just a priest," he says before looking at Kushiel who growls an order. The fact is that Kushiel was probably going to be made into an Adjudicator (a supposedly impartial judge of the recently dead) one day and having eyes that burned through the lies that people told to themselves and others meant he could see past humanity and at their dark natures. Burke nods his head a couple of times before turning around on the spot. "I got you all coats," he says before heading to the side of a large, aging people carrier. The driver and passenger doors both open outwards but the rear doors slide back, the left facing one dented visibly - presumably someone in a parking spot wasn't being as careful as they should have been. The priest heads around to the side of the van and pulls on the door opening it up before producing a brown cardboard box. "I wasn't sure if you would be... if you could cover your wings. I don't know how you want to act on Earth but... It's-" he seems to stumble through his words before pausing. He seems quite shrunken since Kushiel turned that gaze upon him. "It will keep you dry and help cover your wings... if you want them, that is," he says before opening the passenger door next to the driver. That is a good picture!
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Urim "Thank you," Urim says in relief, grabbing a coat and wrapping it around herself. It was an odd feeling to realize one is naked, Urim can't help but think of Adam and Eve and feeling a vague sense of embarrassment. Surely Original Sin didn't apply to them, could it? The mistake of the Rebellion was fixed simply by stripping the angels of any chance of choice. Perhaps the shame she was feeling was simply recognition that all creatures could turn from God, and that it was truly work to move towards the Light. The trenchcoat's belt goes around her waist, tightly. The folded wings underneath compress to thin, gossamer sheets. "The others may feel differently, but have no desire to parade myself before anyone as of yet. I would rather work in secret for now."
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Gavriella Her head cocks to the side, the human was offering skins? The pain faded in her chest and her arm drops to her side as she takes a coat with her other. She stretches her wings again at the though of losing even more than she had. However, as she watches Urim don the coat, so does she mimicking the gesture and even tying it tightly are her waist. If the faithful human was concerned then she would alleviate those thoughts. She looks to the other angels and nods in agreement. "Then, if you shall take us, I am ready to leave." She looks innocently at the van and her examine it more closely then they could naturally. She turns in confusion to the father and looks him over. The chariot and driver were strange... is this thing what the humans imagined her to be? She rubs her hands over her wings regretfully, to only see so small an amount and so little sense of place, how do the others stand it. In heaven, she knew the joy of purpose and how to honor her God. So far away, how can she exist without that? She looks to the task at hand and her strange surroundings.
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Adnachiel "Yes, we should go." Pulling the coat over his long frame, Adnachiel closes it tightly around himself as he squeezes into the vehicle. Oh gracious, we were naked to start?  That might have made the previous scene a little awkward for the priest to watch.
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Burke nods his head and hands out the rest of the long, dark jackets. He takes the box back under his arm and heads into the drivers seat of the van. It's a silver six seater - the sort of car that might be used to take a family to a soccer match. It's tall and lengthy. "I don't know how much you know," he says. "But we're in downtown at the moment," he says, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a set of keys. He sits in the drivers seat. "Biggest city in the world, this place. Eighteen million people and counting. Everyone from all over the world comes here," he says waiting for the angels to mount up. "Every language, every culture, race and faith is in this city." I don't think you were. 'A thin, light pressure of cloth on flesh.' was in the OP. The priest just didn't know if y'all would be and also I figure 'jackets to help hide wings' but whatever works.
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Adnachiel "Eighteen million souls, and a microcosm of the world itself... Quite a task we have ahead of ourselves isn't it?" Motioning to the others still standing in the alley, Adnachiel looks inquiringly out at the open door. "Come then Kushiel, Yeshamiel, let us be off. Unless you intend to follow our conveyance from a distance in the event that the Enemy attacks us en route to our destination? I have no idea if the Enemy is aware of our coming but surely the sooner we can reach our destination and become acclimated, the sooner we may begin the long work which lies ahead of us." Oh good, glad to see I wasn't mistaken. Always better to begin a game wearing pants than not. Also- Yo, you guys got any objections to getting our go on? Let's transform and roll out! 
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Urim "It would be hard to believe we were sent with so little assistance if our enemies do already know we're here... though really, we know so little, we have a great need for care even if we arrived with an army. The sooner we start, the better." I guess I was assuming it was hardly much of anything if it didn't cover our wings, sorry.
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As the angels move through the alleyway into the van the priest turns the keys in the ignition and the machine grumbles into life. It's patently obvious what it is and, somehow, there's knowledge of what it is. You can look around and find knowledge of what everything in this area is. This is a car, that's a trash can, there's a piece of graffiti on the wall. The door close and the priest leans to his left and clicks the radio on but leaves it down low and quiet. He reverses out of the alleyway and onto a side street. Now that there's a greater, broader view of the street you can make out a lot more detail of the surrounding area. Far off in the distance sits the Financial District, its great skyscrapers reaching up for heaven itself, the glass and steel canyons towering over every other building in the city. You're in Downtown at the moment, just a little away from the Waterfront and Wharfs. It's just an apparently endless sprawl of urban construction. There are cranes in the distance - yet more building work. One thing about humans is that they're never happy with what they've got. They always need a taller building or a nicer apartment. The Tempter has an underlying feeling through the City. The priest turns to the left and begins to drive through the street. There's low rise buildings - barely three floors - constructed out of red brick and gray concrete. The further away from the alley you seem to get the more low-rent the stores seem to become - family eateries turn into diners which turn into takeaways. There seems to be a proliferation of rundown and closed stores, boarded up and abandoned. You pass a police station. 'New Cross Police Department.' A blue-and-white pulls out from a ramp onto the main street, flicks on its sirens and lights before starting to drive off. You appear to be heading towards a rat-run - a long, straight street that's lined by small, semi-detached houses on either side. There are traffic calming measures but people don't really seem to pay attention to them because most people are sane enough to not go racing through the residential area. "Lady in the Marshes," says the Priest with a nod up to a stout, redoubtable looking building. A short spire, a high apexed roof and slightly over grown gardens around the edges of it give the impression that the true care of this building happens inside. "For you sae douce, ye sneer at this; Ye're nought but senseless asses, O: The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. Green grow," says the Priest as the car turns into the driveway of the church, veering off to the right to head behind the building to the rectory around the side of the church. His accent begins to change from that difficult to place mid-Atlantic to a far stronger, broader Scottish or Irish accent. So much knowledge of the world is starting to appear, forming in your brains. "Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears, Her noblest work she classes, O. Her prentice han' she try'd on man, an' then she made the lasses, O. Green grow." He parks up and turns the key in the car. "You must be hungry. Tired." Sorry for any misunderstanding. Shant happen again.
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Kushiel "Many sensations come to mind. What would hungry or tired feel like? Perhaps I should eat, so I can know the feeling of eating and my body will tell me if hunger is what I am feeling." Sorry been sick the last few days, posted now.
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Adnachiel "But we have purpose. To guide Man through the End of Days, and to oppose the Fallen." Stepping out of the vehicle and following Burke, Adnachiel pauses and presses a hand against his midsection. "Hunger is many things. I... am not certain if I am experiencing it at the moment but it seems prudent to fortify ourselves before setting out for our respective duties. Father Burke, are you able to provide us with sustenance and equipment? I believe that for the task I have in mind I require an instrument." Mulling over his knowledge of mortal instruments and the world, Adnachiel looks down into Burke's eyes and smiles. "A guitar if you have one." Hot coffee, pancakes, and getting a move on. That's what I'm interested in, probably in that order. Oh and if he happens to have a guitar laying around someplace that'd be super handy.
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Gavrielle "Yes We have purpose, and we serve God without question." She gives a unconscious smile to Adnachiel. "Why do they not?" She looks out the window as more of the city flashes by the window. The question had been on her mind for quite a while, and now that she had a physical form the question lingered inside her stronger than before. Why could they not be happy in service as she had been? or was? She did not know, things were so uncertain here. She longed for the grace and voice that she knew could not come. Her physical form would explode at the mere sound of God's voice, and to Gavrielle that was the worst punishment, to be banned even from the sound that she knew so well. Her new body felt a new hollowness in his midsection, something she had never felt before, this was not a spiritual pain, but rather a physical one. She guess that it was this hunger that they described. Rather she didn't understand why this body would need such a thing, could not the grace and light sustain her? Why did this flesh require such things that were not needed. She was use to having only a purpose and devotion this was other things. She looks up at the priest and nods, "I would enjoy food." She says with uncertainty. Her mind was full of these unnecessary things, but they were needed to exist in this body, she decided so she would follow them.
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"Hunger is... it's an empty feeling in your stomach," says the Priest to Kushiel as he starts to explain. "You can feel it when you've not eaten in a while. I'm just trying to work out what you need here," he says still more than a little intimidated by Kushiel. Maybe the angel didn't do it intentionally but the mans size, obvious physical strength and mien all add up to set the holy-man to a distinct unease. He hears Adnachiel and, for the first time since the initial shock of their meeting wares off, spring back into animated life again. "Wait," he says climbing out of the vehicle quickly after the dark skinned angel. "You said you were here to guide man through the end of days," he says, suddenly looking very pale skinned. "The end of days? The world's going to end?" he asks. Adnachiel appears to have given the game away somewhat. He moves over to the angel and holds his hands up. "You can't just... you can't just let people know that the world is going to end like that," he says, visibly shaken.
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Kushiel "Father Burke, the Almighty showed great judgement when he chose you for this duty." The statement would be the closest thing to a compliment as paid by Kushiel. Being the Scourge of God had a particular effect on an Angel. "Those who live according to the commandments of the Eternal One have nothing to fear about the end of the world. They shall be saved as it has been told to them."
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The priest looks at Kushiel and nods his head. "I... I guess," he says quietly sounding stunned. He's just been told that the world is about to end. "Do you have, like... a time frame?" he asks. Suddenly everything is thrown in rather sharp relief. It doesn't really matter what kind of an answer he gets. Maybe he's not even looking for one. Maybe he's just looking for something to day.
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Gavrielle She gives a big smile misunderstanding the man's reaction and question. "Do not worry, it will be soon enough. Patience to experience the joy of your creator, and the coming times. Judgment is soon." She flips her head looking around, their purpose at least was clear and hopefully they would fulfill it quickly. After all, Why could they not? They were tasked, and as she had always existed, to have a duty and purpose before the Almighty was all she needed. Thoughts surge into her mind, memories formed from nothing given to help her task. She looks again at the priest and asks "I would like strawberries to eat." She does not no exactly what they are but she knows she would want some. Her bland disconcern for the mans panic and situation more because the angel could not understand not feeling joy at meeting and basking in the warm of the grace. Her hand was just and she had followed faithful, thus she never knew fear of meeting her creator. Doubt however seeped into the edges of her perception, why had she been chosen to go to this cold and foreboding world and help prepare them? Why was she not at the Almighty's side? She shakes her head unconsciously and looks to the others, the thought; however, remains buried deep in her newly formed flesh.
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Adnachiel "I believe, Gavrielle, that were they not ensnared by the machinations of the Fallen Mankind would serve. It is why we must wake them to their purpose and God's love." Placing a steadying hand on Burke's shoulder, Adnachiel speaks carefully and slowly, attempting to articulate the concept of an eschatological event which was by definition unknowable until it's occurrence in mortal words that do not sound hollow and false. "I do not. You are a good man, Burke. But the world will end whether we know or not. It is the most that we can do to complete the tasks accorded us by the Creator, and our duty to help as many as possible before the day has come. It is a grave duty to lay upon the shoulders of a mortal man, but I have faith that you will make the correct choices and perform to the best of your ability." Staring at the space between them, Adnachiel raises his other hand and rotates it, unclasping the fingers there and flexing them before presenting it as a sign of greeting. "It is however, always your choice. Help us, that we may help you." Hey! I see an opportunity to use one of my skills. I'd like to use Diplomacy to talk Father Burke down some, since he may be freaking out just a bit. He just needs to be cool, and we're all going to do our best to make sure things are ok. And why not, handshake the poor bastard because this sounds like the sort of day a firm handshake might do a fellow some good in. Should I roll and post it here or will you be making rolls for us Sion? Diplomacy 18 Puppies are dicks fucked around with this message at 23:58 on Oct 1, 2012 |
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Urim Urim exits the car, standing with the others under a sky that feebly reflects the lights of the city. "Please understand, we did not mean to alarm you. We have seen centuries pass, we understand life and death are parts of a person, not infinite spans that isolate you. And you are a soldier of Christ... the Book states the world will end. That has been true for more than 1900 years. The Baptist did not give a timeline, only the meaning of the end. Honestly - only God knows when the end comes, we do not. It may be another hundred years. Worry not that an end comes, only gain comfort in the fact that you are here for one of its steps. If you cannot, know that today is the same as yesterday, but you have new friends."
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"No," says the Priest holding his hands up after he's spoken to. He seems less distressed but there's still no small amount of consternation in his voice. "You're not quite understanding me," he says, his breathing ever so slightly strained. How do you explain something like this? How do you explain that there are people that have their own lives and their own wants to creatures that have never had lives or wants before? He turns around and heads for the small covered porch at the front door, the cluster of keys still in his hand. He seems to be ming the words at Urim and Gavrielle as he speaks. "Most people won't want the world to end. People have grown to have their own wants and lives," he says, "the most you can do is hope to steer people towards what's right," he says. He looks at Adnachiel and smiles before cracking the door into his house open. "I don't really have a choice," he says. "I've been told what I have to do to help you and I'll do it and anything else I'm able to do," he says before stepping into the hallway of his one floor house. He reaches up to the wall and hits a switch, the light coming on. The house appears to be wider than it is deep - an office at one end of the corridor that's been doubled up into sleeping accommodations for the angels should it be needed. There's a sitting room and kitchenette at the other of the corridor. Low ceilings with aging, unstylish light fittings that thrum with all the power of sixty energy-saving watts. There's a a table on the opposite side of the corridor with a couple of faded black and white pictures on it, a stack of unopened letters and a small clay figurine of someone that looks like Burke. It's simple but was obviously made with great affection. The general color scheme of the places is a beige-y/cream-y with a dark red carpet that's seen better days. Priests certainly do not live like kings. Something strikes as odd - while you're working with a Priest it doesn't mean that any one particular religion is 'correct.' There's the Darkness, The Destroyer and The Tempter and their forces (collectively called The Opposition, The Enemy or The Horde). There's the Creator too - the Highest, the Lord and the Divine which are all names that are interchangeable. The Forces of Good are often called The Righteous as a collective. Everyone has ideas of spirits that help. Everyone has the idea of spirits that hinder. Everything kind of wraps together and, you might not believe in it, but it believes in you. Everyone tries to make do with what they've got. "You'll let the heat out," says the priest before he heads into the house and right, away from the office. "Tea and toast." It must be said that the thought that if Burke was informed of your coming then maybe others were? I tend to make the rolls in games. I do a lot of passive rolls that alter how NPC's treat and react to other players in secret. If you walk into a room that there's something weird in that's kind of hidden, for example, you'll get a perception roll to see if you notice it. This might not get highlighted in OOC text but it will be brought up. If you want to make a specific roll in a situation (like the diplomacy roll) please make sure to do just that.
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The Priest gives Urim a smile and shakes his head. He looks down at the figurine and that smile seems to get a little weary. Maybe even a little sad. "I was a missionary," he says, flipping on the lights and heading through the corridor. There's the sound of running water and then a click noise. "In Kenya until a couple of years ago. That was made for me as a present by one of the children in school," he says. An ex missionary? "Come through, come through. Tea works best warm, I don't care what anyone says." It wasn't aimed at anyone. I got a PM asking me what the deal with this was and I figured now was as good a time as any to answer that question.
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Adnachiel Holding the door open for the others, Adnachiel suppresses a shiver. "Warm would be good. The faster we warm up the sooner we may begin our mission. You were a missionary. Would you tell us of your Mission, Burke?" In we go! Sorry about my lack of posting these last few days, I've been very busy with work and personal commitments but with any luck will be back to a regular posting schedule within the next 35 hours or so. Puppies are dicks fucked around with this message at 01:30 on Oct 5, 2012 |
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Urim "Yes, please, tell us." Urim steps further into the house, taking in its details. "It was only a couple years ago that you returned here?"
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Gavrielle She looks at the priest with a blank smile, her attention drawn more to the objects in the room. She couldn't fathom what he was saying, there another need before the Almighty? She was brought into existence for but one purpose, one that would have never drawn her to so far away from it. She lets the other angels converse with the man, they seemed to understand him more and she waits patiently taking it all in. He will see the purpose when the time comes, it is not her place to give that to him. Missionary work did not really register on her either, after all, she was born knowing with utter certainty her place and purpose in all things. Her confidence was fading as the echo of the feeling was leaving her. It would become a memory, and much of her mind focused on it, trying to keep it in mind. Without it she felt less certain in this strange place. She followed his attempts that most of the other angels seemed to not see in vain. "Please, tell us while you give us tea. It will help, me understand. Why would any need a missionary or question their creator?" She cocked her head seriously, the eerie question allowed to hang in the air. Angels were judged for the purpose and the Laws of Heaven, but no Angel did not know their purpose. Axe-man fucked around with this message at 03:01 on Oct 5, 2012 |
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Kushiel "Being a stranger to the concerns of an earthly body, I will accept your judgement in the matter of tea and toast." Moving into the other room, Kushiel speaks again. "Noble work Father."
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Oct 5, 2012 02:35
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Burkes house is simple. In the living room (which, by the way, has a fairly alarmingly multi-colored Paisley pattern carpet) there are two couches and a single arm chair. A low, knee height foot rest in the center of the room acts as an island upon which live a single TV remote and a newspaper. The paper is left lying on its front with the headline "SEARCH FOR MISSING CHILD ENTERS 4TH DAY." There are two columns of text that stretch to just below the fold in the paper. There are other articles on the front page in the margins: "STRING OF ERRORS BY CITY COPS LEAVE AMANDA LOST" and "CHAMPIONS MAKE PLAYOFFS" giving a strange juxtaposition: the dread of a family right next to the hope of a city. In the kitchen the priest moves around with fairly silky precision. It seems the kitchen is his domain. It, like everything else in the house, is Spartan. The fittings are out of date, the ceiling is low and the door-frame is low enough to make the impressively statured angels need to stoop slightly when crossing from one room to another. He drops two bags of Joy's Teaspoon Kirimara and then some hot water before closing the lid on the tea pot. It's shaped like a little, fat Franciscan monk, his arm outstretched and his other hand on his hip. He slides four slices of thick wholegrain into the toaster and clicks it on before heading to the old, slightly scuffed looking refrigerator. "Nobility had nothing to do with it," says Burke with a little smile and a shrug of his shoulders. "I joined a missionary order because I wanted to help people around the world. I was sent to a small village in the middle of Kenya and I learnt more in the first year than I'd taken in in all the time I'd spent in the seminary." He takes some milk out of the refrigerator along with a block of cheddar, a knob of butter and some dark red jelly. "You find yourself becoming a rather integral part of a community pretty quickly especially if you're the only person with a car for a dozen miles," he says with a grin before changing the swapping out the contents of the toaster. He begins to butter the toast, letting the tea brew up as he continues to talk. "You have to be ready for anything. Mass five days a week, twice a day for twenty one years. A man knocks at your door at three in the morning telling you that his wife has gone into labor and she needs to go to the hospital. You're there to help ease them into life and you're there to make their exit as smooth and as calm as possible. You help make families and you bring help keep the peace. You're police man, ambulance driver, priest and occasionally cattle herder," he says with a broad grin obviously recalling a happy memory, "and teacher. You help make a school." Another round of toast is loaded onto plates and pushed around the countertop to the angels. The tea is poured into mugs and a small bowl of sugar is pushed to the middle of the counter. "Sweetener. If it's too bitter or strong for you," he says nodding to the little bowl. He looks to Gavrielle and smiles. The punch line is coming up. She's new at this whole body-language thing but it's obvious even to her relatively untrained eye that something bad's about to happen. "People in this world need to be convinced and it's easy to lose hope here," he says. "When a conflict over what one towns ancestors thought of another towns ancestors turns violent and a village gets destroyed, wiping out twenty years of work in a single weekend and killing most of the children that were attending an out-of-school clay art lesson even the most stalwart of believers might start to question what had been fundamental truths but a couple of weeks before hand." He brings his mug to his lips and drinks. "Nothing on Earth is simple. Everything is a struggle simply because everything is complicated," he says. "There are too many distractions and too many things crying out for your attention all the time. There's too much darkness and too much violence in this world. It's imperfect but it's the best we can come up with... or at least it was, I suppose. If you're right about the end bein' just around the corner."
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Oct 6, 2012 01:33
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Adnachiel Setting the empty mug on the counter in front of him, Adnachiel speaks quietly in the silence following Burke's statement. "It may seem so, but there is one fact which remains simple, complete, and inviolate. God loves you. It is why we are here." He looks around to his fellow angels as they eat and drink for the first time, meeting their gaze and nodding at each of them in turn. "We are Justice, we are Hope. We are proof of the Creator's Love for you and this world. We are here to eliminate your distractions, and throw down those who have led your people astray. But you must have faith, and you must choose to do what is right. Always. It is always your choice." aahh, this is going to sound super glib and kind of dick-ish but hopefully the tone comes out the right way due to rolls of some sort. If not, I'm so sorry Father Burke. That's some heavy stuff, man. 
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Oct 6, 2012 07:46
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