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toxicsquad · 9 months

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Christmas special: Some gift ideas

Hello, Athe here!

I've been thinking a lot about some small gifts that I think would be perfect for the characters. Sort of like Christmas ideas for small budgets. I've tried to find some visual references and give some context for those who don't know the characters that well. It would be interesting to see what you guys would come up with, especially, for your own OCs… I'm going to leave a blank template below for anyone who wants to add some more or create their own OC version. We will reblog all your suggestions, you can also leave them in our ask which is always open. Happy holidays!

Arael

Protective console case or gaming case: You can't go wrong with anything related to video games, especially if it's something with a cute aesthetic. Arael can't resist that kind of thing.

Ice cream maker: No more endless queues in the canteen. Arael will be able to make his own personalised ice cream with one of these machines.

Kigurumi: A warm pyjama to spend their hours in front of the computer playing or in your company.

Zihel

Fire extinguisher: It goes without saying why it's a good idea for Zihel to have a fire extinguisher on hand.

Some new clothes: The truth is that his clothes are outdated and quite torn. You would do him a favour by buying him something even if he won't thank you directly. Besides, he will accept any style you want to put on him without putting up too much of a fuss.

Survival kit: Zihel has always been interested in everything related to hunting and survival. He'll surely appreciate a kit with everything he needs for an adventurous weekend (or another kind of weekend…).

Kyeran

Original teapot or tea set: Kyeran really enjoys drinking hot tea, so he would love a tea set. If you take the opportunity to give it a personalised touch in keeping with his style of decoration, you will make him very happy.

Portable hammock: You never know when you'll want to rest during a desert trek. A portable hammock can be ideal for him, but also for you to share a romantic moment.

Emotional support dolls: Anything you've made by hand will be highly valued, but these cute little dolls with motivational phrases will lift anyone's spirits.

Joe

Portable charger: Don't ever catch Joe without a charge on one of her many devices. Without them Joe could go crazy and you will probably be her target.

Pyjamas or satin pillowcase: Inexpensive options to recreate a luxurious experience. Either is a good choice. Joe loves to feel pampered.

Massage oil: It's likely that with this you can both participate.

Opal

Handmade candles: Since Opal discovered that he has a good sense of smell, he has also found that the smells of scented candles relax him a lot. It is easy for him to get stressed or irritable, but candles help him to calm his nerves.

Watchmaking tools: Opal has started a new trade and is comfortable repairing and making wind-up watches. But he often loses his tools or they break. A new kit is always welcome.

Work apron: Another thing he has recently discovered is that he enjoys working with the soil and could do with a work apron to keep all his gardening tools in.

Ariel

Poker cards with famous musicians: He likes to play card games, especially if gambling is involved. If you buy him some personalised cards like these, you can be sure he'll always have them with him.

Special edition vinyls: Any music fan would love something like this. You can't go wrong with an original edition of one of your favourite bands.

Skull-shaped ice bucket or whiskey set: There are quite a few objects in this shape in Ariel's house. We thought he might like something to do with alcohol.

Akane

Pizza oven: Akane is a ramen and pizza fanatic. This time, we thought it might be nice to have a mini oven so that her pizzas are always perfect.

Car bin: Everyone knows that Akane loves driving, but not so much tidiness and cleanliness. Help her to keep it all tidy with this mini-trash bin for the car.

Exercise dice: She loves sport. We suggest you give her something more original than a pair of trainers or a bottle of water with a dice to help him choose her daily exercises.

Hasiel

Ultrasonic cleaner: Anyone who owns glasses will understand Hasi's problems with keeping his glasses clean. You'd be doing him a big favour by buying him a little machine like this.

Writers' Socks: Although he wouldn't usually wear colourful, flashy clothes, socks are perfect for letting his imagination run wild. Especially if they are about a subject that interests you as much as books do.

Diorama bookmarks: Another Christmas classic are bookmarks, but I have found some that recreate mythical scenes from classic books. They are available for many works and can be a perfect complement to special editions of books.

Pencil holder: I couldn't resist making this little inside joke. A little reminder won't hurt either.

Snack advent calendar: Why ask for one gift when you can have 24? He would love any advent calendar, but a snack calendar seems appropriate for him.

Projector: With a small projector he can watch films and series in his sorority room or invite you to join him.

Maske

Fingerprint padlock: A secure padlock for a person who hides a lot of secrets. Maske loves tech gadgets and keeping their privacy safe.

Cup warmer: For someone who drinks a lot of coffee and has insomnia, this cup warmer will keep your cups at the perfect temperature.

Spice collection: It's no secret that Maske likes to cook, so they have a lot of utensils, so the smartest thing I could think of is to give them some kind of exotic spice kit so they can innovate in their kitchen and get out of their comfort zone a bit.

Aracne

Gothic picnic basket: A perfect basket for two to have a romantic meal in the forest with Opal.

Couples' keepsake wheel: Important dates and memories can be engraved on it. A romantic and personalised gift.

Sewing scissors: A nice pair of scissors is a must in the sewing basket of a seamstress.

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¡Hola, aquí Athe!

He estado pensando mucho en algunos pequeños regalos que creo que serían perfectos para los personajes. Algo así como ideas de navidad para presupuestos pequeños. He intentado buscar algunas referencias visuales y darle algo de contexto para aquellos que no conozcan tan bien a los personajes. Sería interesante ver qué es lo que se os ocurriría a vosotros, especialmente, sobre vuestros propios OCs... Voy a dejar abajo una plantilla en blanco para aquel que le apetezca añadir alguno más o crear su versión OC. Rebloguearemos todas vuestras propuestas, también podéis dejarlas en nuestro ask que siempre está abierto. ¡Felices fiestas!

Arael

Carcasa protectora para consola o funda para juegos: No se puede fallar con cualquier cosa relacionada con videojuegos, especialmente, si es algo con una estética cuqui. Arael no se puede resistir a esa clase de cosas.

Heladera: Se acabaron las colas interminables en el comedor. Arael podrá hacer sus propios helados personalizados con una máquina de éstas.

Kigurumi: Un pijama calentito para pasar sus horas delante del ordenador jugando o en tu compañía.

Zihel

Extintor: Sobra decir por qué es buena idea que Zihel tenga un extintor a mano.

Algo de ropa nueva: Lo cierto es que su ropa está anticuada y bastante rota. Le harías un favor comprándole algo aunque no vaya agradecértelo directamente. Además, aceptará cualquier estilo que quieras ponerle sin poner demasiadas pegas.

Kit de supervivencia: A Zihel siempre le ha llamado la atención todo lo relacionado con la caza y la supervivencia. Seguro agradecerá un kit con todo lo necesario para un finde de aventuras (o un finde otro tipo...).

Kyeran

Tetera o juego de té original: Kyeran disfruta mucho de tomar un té calentito, así que un juego de té le encantaría. Si aprovechas para que tenga algún toque personalizado a su estilo de decoración le harás muy feliz.

Hamaca portable: Nunca se sabe cuando vas a querer descansar durante una ruta por el desierto. Una hamaca portátil puede ser ideal para él, pero también para que compartáis un momento romántico.

Muñecos de soporte emocional: Cualquier cosa que hayas hecho a mano la valorará muchísimo, pero estos tiernos muñequitos con frases motivacionales levantan el ánimo a cualquiera.

Joe

Cargador portátil: Que nunca le pille a Joe sin carga en alguno de sus muchos dispositivos. Sin ellos Joe podría volverse loca y, seguramente, su diana seas tú.

Pijama o funda de almohada de satén: Opciones económicas para recrear una experiencia lujosa. Cualquiera de las dos es una buena opción. A Joe le encanta sentirse consentida.

Aceite para masajes: Es probable que con esto podáis participar los dos.

Opal

Velas hechas a mano: Desde que Opal descubrió que tiene buen olfato, también se ha dado cuenta que los olores de las velas aromáticas le relajan mucho. Es fácil que se estrese o esté irritado pero las velas le ayudan a calmar sus nervios.

Herramientas de relojería: Opal ha comenzado un nuevo oficio y se siente cómodo reparando y fabricando relojes de cuerda. Pero a menudo pierde sus herramientas o se rompen. Un nuevo kit siempre será bienvenido.

Delantal de trabajo: Otra cosa que ha descubierto recientemente, es que le agrada mucho trabajar con la tierra y no le vendría mal un delantal de trabajo donde guardar todas sus herramientas de jardinería.

Ariel

Cartas de póker con músicos famosos: Le gusta jugar a juegos de cartas, sobre todo, si hay apuestas de por medio. Si le compras unas cartas personalizadas como éstas, te aseguramos que siempre las llevará encima.

Vinilos de edición especial: Cualquier fanático de la música le gustaría algo así. No se puede fallar con una edición original de una de sus bandas favoritas.

Cubitera o set de whiskey en forma de calavera: No son pocos los objetos con esta forma en su casa. Hemos pensado que le podría agradar algo relacionado con el alcohol.

Akane

Horno de pizza: Akane es una fanática del ramen y las pizzas. Esta vez, se nos ha ocurrido que podría estar bien un mini horno para que sus pizzas queden siempre perfectas.

Basura para el coche: Todo el mundo sabe que Akane ama conducir, pero no tanto el orden, ni la limpieza. Ayúdala a que lo mantenga todo recogido con esta mini-papelera para el coche.

Dado de ejercicio: Le encanta el deporte. Te proponemos darle algo más original que unas zapatillas o una botella de agua con un dado que le ayude a elegir sus ejercicios diarios.

Hasiel

Limpiador ultrasónico: Todos los que tienen gafas comprenderán bien los problemas de Hasi para mantener sus gafas limpias. Le harías un gran favor comprándole una pequeña máquina como estas.

Calcetines de Escritores: Aunque por lo general no usaría prendas coloridas, ni muy llamativas, los calcetines son perfectos para dejarse llevar por la imaginación. Sobre todo, si son de un tema que le interesa tanto como lo son los libros.

Marcapáginas en forma de diorama: Otro clásico navideño son los marcapáginas, pero he encontrado unos que recrean escenas míticas de libros clásicos. Los hay de muchas obras y pueden ser un complemento perfecto para ediciones especiales de libros.

Portalápices: No me he podido resistir a hacer esta pequeña broma interna. Un pequeño recordatorio tampoco le vendrá mal.

Calendario de adviento de snacks: Para que pedir un regalo cuando puedes tener 24... Cualquier calendario de adviento le gustaría, pero uno de snaks parece apropiado para él.

Proyector: Con un pequeño proyector podrá ver películas y series en su cuarto de la hermandad o invitarte a acompañarle.

Maske

Candado con huella dactilar: Un candado seguro, para una persona que oculta muchos secretos. A Maske le encantan los gadget tecnológicos y tener su intimidad a buen recaudo.

Portavasos calentador: Para alguien que toma mucho café y tiene insomnio este calentador mantendrá sus tazas a la temperatura perfecta.

Colección de especias: No es ningún secreto que a Maske le gusta cocinar, por eso tiene gran cantidad de utensilios, por eso, lo más inteligente que se me ha ocurrido es regalarle algún tipo de kit de especias exóticas para que innove en su cocina y salga un poco de su zona de confort.

Aracne

Cesta de picnic gótica: Una cesta perfecta para dos, con la que poder tener una comida romántica en el bosque acompañada de Opal.

Rueda de recuerdos para parejas: Se pueden grabar fechas importantes y recuerdos en ella. Un regalo romántico y personalizado.

Tijeras de costura: Unas bonitas tijeras nunca sobran en el cesto de arreglos de una costurera.

#chronicles from 4012 #chr4012 #joe #hasiel #arael #maskeguy #zihel #pin #ariel #kyeran #akane #witch tales #wt #opal #aracne

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feathers-n-fangs · 2 months

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About the Trust of the Fallen

Director: Arael, the fallen angel who bestowed Griffin with magic after he saved her life. (May or may not secretly be seeking godhood…)

High Arbiters:

Griffin Wayland (see about page)

Declan Quinn - vampire

Cillian Quinn - vampire

Cadriel Graves - nephilim/aasimar/half-angel and Arael’s daughter

Aramis Callahan - Dhampir wizard

Delia Cray - Human Witch

Aiden Cray - Human Witch, Delia’s twin

Dr. Seth Rivers - Werewolf, genius engineer

Dr. Claire Moonbrew - Human alchemist

Dr. Kaveh Dagher - Human robotics engineer and programmer, cursed by the fae (Queen of the Summer Court has a crush on him and is trying to get him to notice her)

Autumn Crunchyleaf - Fae ambassador from the Fall Court, Biologist, Ecologist

Dr. Edward ‘Ward’ Spiderwick - Human Archaeologist, Warlock (made a pact with a cursed undead pharaoh to figure out how to finally put him to rest)

Dr. Lorenzo Salazar - Human Cryptozoologist, Wizard

Structure:

The thirteen High Arbiters rarely go out on missions anymore, save for Griffin, who isn’t exactly cut out to be an instructor. Most of them are busy either conducting research on various supernatural anomalies or teaching initiates how to deal with them. Missions are usually for members of the Trust who have been around for at least a few years, and are assigned based on skill set and level. For highly dangerous missions, Griffin either handles them himself or handpicks a team of elites to go with him. Cadriel, Declan, and Cillian are the same way, although they also have classes to teach. Arael is the Director of the Trust, but she also serves as the Headmistress of the Black Hills Institute, making sure new initiates learn as much as they can about the world’s mysteries before having to help deal with them. It’s not a particularly large school, occupying the space of an abandoned woodland mansion in South Dakota, and only accepts maybe ten new initiates per year. Several of the current High Arbiters were once initiates themselves.

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theholycovenantrpg · 4 years

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CONGRATULATIONS, ALYX! YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF ARAEL.

Admin Rosey: Oh god, I think Arael was one of the characters that caught me by surprise. But the absolutely mastery of this application, did not at all surprise me because only Arael could - and should - be so effortlessly captured within the span of a single application. Tragedy, as you said Alyx, is woven into Arael’s bones and the fact that they recognize it and are so unbroken by it in their countenance says absolutely everything to me. The plots that you have lined up only feed into that tragedy more and I, for one, am absolutely here for it. I think that Arael is ripe for evolving and I completely trust this beautiful starlit character in your capable and loving hands. Please create and send in your account, review the information on our CHECKLIST, and follow everyone on the FOLLOW LIST. Welcome to the Holy Land!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Alyx

Age | Taylor Swift vc: Idk about you, but I’m feeling 22!

Personal Pronouns | She/Her.

Activity Level | hopefully pretty active? I have work and classes but I’m taking less hours and my internship is done so I’m hoping I have more time to be on the dash.

Timezone | CST.

Triggers | REMOVED

How did you find the group? | I saw plenty of ads for it on my personal.

IN CHARACTER

Character |

Arael: “Lion of God”; She couldn’t remember her original name. Her memories of the cold abyss of the galaxy came to her in bits and pieces that she latched onto as one would latch onto an extended hand. She could remember that feeling of peace within her falling star. She could remember that acceptance as her annihilation came nearer. She could remember the rage and melancholy that took over her being as she opened her eyes and examined the wings that protruded from her back and the knowledge that her destiny was ripped away from her. The name Arael was a reminder of that original loss. She was never supposed to be a lion of god. She was never supposed to be an angel stuck on Earth. God had claimed her for himself. He claimed her to be a lion, and all she could do was set her icy gaze on her surroundings and roar until her voice grew hoarse and the burning in her chest faded away.

What drew you to this character? |

To be honest, I lurked on the admins’ blogs as the RP was originally being promoted. I tend to search for characters I like by quotes and images posted to their tag, and there was one quote on Arael’s tag that caught my attention. I don’t remember what exactly it said, but I knew it meant Arael was a character I needed to keep my eye on.

I love characters with tragedy built into their bones. There’s something so compelling about a character going through hardships and how they react to those hardships. Arael’s power alone showed me that she was a tragic character. To be able to hold everyone’s hope in your hand aside from your own? It seemed like a twisted gift from fate. As I read more, I realized that she was a creature of tragedy. She was pulled from the night sky against her own will. She was made into god’s image without her consent, and forced to endure the knowledge that she had lost her home and her destiny. She stared at the night sky, but she was never truly able to go back to her original home.

I like playing around with grief and how it impacts a character. I like seeing if they drown in their feelings, or if they rise above the grief and move forward with their lives. I think Arael is drowning in her grief. She’s stuck in this tunnel of rage and revenge that will consume her if she’s not careful. She’s blinded by this need, and I find that incredibly interesting to explore. Will she burn out? Will she start a war between the three parties? We’ll have to see.

Her story also kind of reminded me of Buffy Summers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Not in a direct way, but there was a storyline where Buffy died and her friends brought her back from heaven and Buffy talked about being in peace before they brought her back. Arael being torn from her fate and made into an angel reminds me of that. The melancholy and grief they both felt from being ripped away from their rightful place. The way everyone notices that mourning. It gave me parallels.

What future plots do you have in mind for the character? |

“Why are you full of anger? Because you are full of grief.”

→ She was happy. For so long, Arael didn’t know what that feeling entailed. She had looked upon her existence as a punishment. She stared at the realm of heaven and only saw a jail cell. Her body was crafted by god, yet all she felt was unfamiliar in her own skin. Uriel had changed that. She had brought a smile to the otherwise stoic angel’s face. She was warmth wrapping itself around Arael’s cold heart. She was that flicker of hope that Arael felt in other people. She was hers, and someone had ripped that away from her. As she stared into her lover’s empty gaze, all she could think about was doing the same to whoever had killed her. She will rip the world apart if that’s what it took to satisfy the grieving of her heart. The only question will be: who will be spared in the end?

A big part of Arael is her dealing with that loss of her lover and that need for vengeance. I definitely want to explore her seeking out the answers to the murder. I want to see her dragging suspects to be interrogated in the hope that one day the right person will tell her what she wants to know. I want her to endanger innocent lives in her quest for justice. I want her to be so consumed with rage and grief that either herself or others get harmed in the process. She is a star on a collision path, and I want her to burn and burn out during this journey. Most of all, I want her to find the person who did it. I want her to find them, and I want her to kill them. It's the only way for her to be satisfied. It’s the only way for her to put her grief behind her and search for that glimpse of hope again

“You turn the pain into power.”

→ To some, her powers seemed like a blessing. To be able to hold onto someone’s greatest hope was to understand what truly made someone feel at ease. It was the way their eyes sparkled whenever their favorite person walked in a room. It was the passion that would surge through an individual during that last battle of a war. It was a glimpse behind the mask that people often wore, and Arael held all that at her fingertips. To her, this power was another way fate mocked her. She could feel what people’s greatest hopes were. She could fill them up with so much hope that they would be blinded by that desire. She could do so much for other people, but it would never be done for her. She couldn’t fill herself up with that hope. She couldn’t understand that blinding urge that she gave out. What does one do with a gift that serves to remind someone of the very thing they’re lacking?

I want to explore the depths of her power. I think that there’s more to be discovered with her abilities, and I want her to discover exactly what she can do with her gift of hope. I want her to see if her power could be used in the opposite direction. Could she drain someone of their hope? Could she blind someone with utter hopelessness to the point that they see nothing but their dreams slipping from their grasp? I think it would be a dangerous discovery if it were possible. I would also like to see a situation where her gift is irreversible— whether it be gifting hope or taking it away. Perhaps anger clouds her abilities and she over exerts her gift. Perhaps she’s trying to find an ounce of her own hope by filling someone up with so much hope that they become a shell of their former self. I want to push her powers to its limits, and I want Arael to see what sort of consequences are dealt from that discovery.

“You allow your anger to blind you.”

→ Arael’s been in a fragile state since the death of Uriel. To feel the small hint of hope get ripped out of her hands by an unknown assailant left her in a state of brokenness. She’s blinded by this ideal that she’ll be satisfied with vengeance. She has it built up in her mind that the death of this assailant will bring her the peace that she almost had with Uriel—- the same peace that was ripped away from her by god. What do others feel about this mentality? Do they find it foolish? Do they understand her mentality? Or perhaps they see an opportunity hidden behind those aching eyes?

I want to explore the concept of manipulation with Arael. I’m usually not fond of manipulation plots, but I feel like Arael’s in such a vulnerable state right now that it might be possible. I want someone to see that anger and despair. I want someone to see this utterly terrifying, broken angel and use it to their advantage. She’s the perfect weapon if used correctly. Her tunnel vision for revenge could easily be directed towards someone’s enemy if they whispered the right words to her. She could start a war if the correct side twisted her enough. I want to see her revenge used for someone’s personal plans. Maybe she kills an innocent person because she was led to believe they were present during her lovers death. Maybe she drags an innocent victim to Abaddon because she was led to believe they had valuable information. I want to see that manipulation, and I want to see the fallout of it.

“You reach for a soul that forever escapes your grasp.”

→ Arael loved Uriel, or at least it was the closest she ever got to love. The angel had gifted her a slice of hope that she had lacked since her creation, and Arael has been seeking a semblance of that hope since her departure. She feels lost, like she was back to her first years as a star-turned-angel, and she hates that feeling. She hates the emptiness that fills her heart as she watches the mortals her companion once adored. She hates the way she feels so distant from the other angels. Most of all, she hates that their love story ended so abruptly. She misses her with every fiber of her being. One often wonders what they would have their final words be to a loved one, but what if she could have that do over? What if she could catch a glimpse of her again?

I want her to approach Ryuk about contacting her dead lover’s soul. I think there’s a variety of reasons why she would want to talk to Uriel again. I think the most basic one would be that she wants to see her again—- even if it’s only through Ryuk’s words. This was the one person that broke her out of her shell and showed her that the world was worth more than mourning. The most plot related reason would be that she can ask her what her last memory was. Arael has exhausted her options when It comes to possible suspects, so perhaps Uriel could remember who was around during her death or who even caused her to perish. I also like the thought of Uriel advising her against this revenge quest, and Arael refusing to listen. She doesn’t realize that this isn’t what her lover would’ve wanted. She doesn’t realize that she’s doing more harm than good. It’s overall a more personal plot, but it’s good development for her and helps lead to either her collapse or her breakdown at realizing what she’s becoming.

“Anger was better than tears.”

→ Mortals were the envy of God’s creations. Angels were tasked with protecting them like a dragon protects its treasures. They razed cities, enacted miracles, all for the species that found favor in God’s eyes. Arael was never a mortal. She never understood the significance of their kind. She had no attachments to the beings aside from those tasks formerly given to her. She didn’t care for them like Caphriel did. She didn’t despise them as others might. Her feelings towards them might be classified as indifference. However, the stance changed after the death of Uriel. Eyes that might have had a glimpse of care for the beings shifted into anger at the thought of one of them murdering her beloved. Eyes that casually looked over the beings stuck to watching them with careful eyes. One human in particular has gotten caught within her storm. The question is: will she shatter the tentative peace that held the world together? Perhaps a bigger question is: will she have any regrets if she does?

Personally, I find the thought of Arael killing Bastien quite sexy. This would be completely up to the Bastien player, but even if it didn’t go that far, I still love the connection. I like the thought of Arael breaking that peace between the three factions. She sees Bastien as this arrogant fool, and she’s bothered by his position of power. How does her Uriel, gentle and kind, die while men like him thrive? It frustrates her. I’d like to see her knock him from his place at the table. Whether this be done through violence or jeopardising his spot amongst the ten would be up to the Bastien player and what they feel comfortable with, but I can work with either one. Arael’s desperate for some sort of vengeance. I think the more she struggles to find the one who killed Uriel, the one she’ll lean into these desires to destroy someone else, and Bastien is the unfortunate victim of her wrathful gaze.

“You’re a being of isolation.”

→ She is the only one of her kind. No one else knows what it’s like to live amongst the stars. No one else knows what it’s like to be plucked from the night sky and recreated in someone else’s image. No one knows the loneliness that comes with such a fate. The other angels are her brethren, her allies, but they don’t relate to her on that level. She’s a solitary creature, a lone star stuck wandering the earth, and it’s a painful existence. Will she ever figure out that some stars lay in clusters? Will she ever realize that she has the opportunity to shed that loneliness? It’s hard to say. It’s hard to pull herself out of the isolation that she chose from the start.

I want to explore her dynamic with the other angels. I think Arael struggles with connecting to them due to her origins. She doesn’t have that connection of being formed from the Earth or reborn as an angel. She’s different from the others, and that caused her to separate herself. I want to see how they take her quest of revenge. Surely some of them were close with Uriel, maybe even close with Arael, so perhaps they would support the mission. On the other hand, I’d love to see that disapproval. I want to see them trying to temper her anger only to be met with an icy glare. I’d love to see someone try to talk her down from her grief. She’s blinded by this mentality of an eye for an eye, but she doesn’t realize how that affects her fellow angels. I want them to show her how it affects them. Let them get caught in the crossfires of her vengeance. Let them struggle to pull her away from the brink. I think the angels quietly realizing that this fallen angel, this hollowed soul, might do some real damage would be delicious to watch.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Absolutely!

IN DEPTH

Driving Character Motivation |

They say the story of Arael is a tragic one. She was a burning star plucked from the sky and formed into god's image. She was placed among the angels, meant to stand holy and divine alongside her new brethren, yet she found herself standing alone. This angels story isn’t built on blessings. Her story isn’t a fairytale told to the young mortals in an attempt to sooth them to sleep. No, her tale is built on loss, and that’s what motivates her throughout her journey.

Her original loss is the loss of her original destiny. She was stripped of her purpose, ripped away from her original form and forced into a foreign body. She stared at her reflection and a stranger peered back at her. She examined her wings and only saw the fragments of her former self embedded within her feathers. She destroyed cities on God’s behalf, and yet all she could feel was a hollowness in her chest. Loss was her mentality within this point. That acknowledgment of what she’s become and how to endure that was her guiding factor in her initial years of life as an immortal being.

The next stage of loss was the loss of her hopelessness. Uriel had dragged her away from that hole she tucked herself in. The fellow angel opened her eyes to the possibilities of life, and for the first time, Arael’s world wasn’t a bleak landscape. She had color in her vision. She had a slight light in her eyes. Her smile wasn’t forced. She was learning what it was like to look at life as an adventure rather than a chain wrapped around her ankle. This stage of loss was a good thing. It was a stage of growth for the distant angel. She lost that depression that overcame her during her early years. She lost that emptiness that had wrapped itself around her like a blanket.

This latest stage of loss is the cruelest of them all. This burning star, this cold-eyed angel was finally learning the most human of experiences: death. She felt that small sliver of hope rip away from her as she held Uriel’s prone form in her arms. Her body shook with anger as she realized she was once again alone. Her motivation stems from the impact of that loss and the grief that nestled inside her heart. She’s driven to revenge. Her eyes are blinded by the need to punish the person that ripped that hope from her. A part of her knows this is a dangerous path. She knows what happens to stars that burn too brightly. Yet, the loss keeps her locked in its grasp. If she is to burn out, if she is to be destroyed, let it be with the knowledge that she has conquered the loss that has been trailing after her for years.

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“I brought another one.”

The history behind her statement was not lost on her. Each week she’d latch onto a lead. Each week she’d drag them into the heart of the black cells. Each week she’d watch Abaddon pull out any sort of answers they might have buried in their chest. Each week she’d feel the bitterness of disappointment settle on her tongue as she realized she reached another dead end. It ended the same every time. It couldn’t end the same way this time.

Her eyes traced over the features of her latest endeavor. His porcelain skin and almost white hair reminded her of Uriel, but the resemblance wouldn’t help him out of his fate. She had plucked him out of the crowd in hopes that he had any recollection of that fateful night. With each individual, She wanted a direction. She felt herself grasping at ghosts as the figures from her memory dwindled, and this feeling of loss was becoming all too familiar.

She released her hold on the boy and watched him try to scramble his way out of the cells. Mortals always seemed to have that reaction. Their fight or flight kicked in, trying to make sense of the location they were forced into, before finally realizing the fight was for nothing. They will leave once she gets the answers she’s seeking.

And yet, the boy wasn’t providing those answers. She watched him endure the torture despite the pain it brought him. She watched him fighting back tears, denying pain until it couldn’t be denied anymore, and yet still the answers remained behind clenched teeth.

“Again.”

Her voice was strong as she stared at the bleeding, frightened human before her. She refused to accept that she had reached another dead end. She clung to her quest with sharp claws, and she refused to release her grip for even a second. She was a vengeful angel, a flame with no mercy in sight, and all would endure the burning until she felt satisfied.

Her eyes flicked upwards to meet Abaddon’s, but she didn’t turn away. She didn’t care if the demon saw the hurt in her eyes or the flash of desperation that would spill out every time a mortal came to her with no answers. Maybe the demon had the same look when they got tossed out of god’s favor. Arael didn’t ask. Their relationship wasn’t built on sharing stories or reminiscing over almost forgotten memories. Their relationship was a mutual understanding--- a knife and the being that wields the instrument.

“Do it again until I say otherwise.” Do it again until I can hold any sort of answers in my hand. Do it again until the ache in my chest disappears for a second.

Arael watched the mortal flinch at Abaddon’s nod with cold, unfazed eyes. The scream that erupted from the boy’s mouth would make others grieve, but it only reminded her of the hollowness inside of her. She felt nothing as she watched the pain on his face. She felt only her own rage trying to crawl out of her chest. Perhaps this is what it meant to be a star. Perhaps this was her destiny all along---- to burn from the inside out until nothing but a hollow shell remained.

And perhaps she’ll succumb to her destiny, but only after the grieving in her heart is satisfied. She’ll burn up, but she’ll bring the person responsible for her demise with her.

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Bond (part 2)

Nazeel and Tereza looked at Lucifer for a moment while Michael was beside Lucifer.

Tereza: Umm, should me and Michael give you a moment?

Lucifer: No no, it's okay if you two are present here too.

Nazeel got puzzled for a second, then he realised about what Lucifer wanted to talk. Some time have passed since Algaron's confrontation. It was enough to collect all the questions nephilim wanted to ask to King of Hell. Nazeel looked down at his cup of hot chocolate.

Nazeel: So you want to talk about what happened there?

Lucifer: You can say that so, yeah. And also about the void realm, where Algaron is now, about why i did such decision. And answer all your questions.

He looked down too which made Tereza be concerned about them. She looked at Michael, asking if they should probably give Nazeel and Lucifer a moment. But archangel showed a sign that things were under control for now.

Nazeel: What was that form? Mom never told me about it.

Lucifer: It was...my divine demon form.

Nazeel: Divine demon form?

Lucifer: Yes. You see, each divinity has its normal form and divine one, which we use so rarely. In such form our powers are stronger, our appearance changes too, even our speed increases. But such forms can only be access by the highest angels or the highest demons. Like me and Michael.

Nazeel: But..why did this demon call your form as “true” one? Why did he call you Samael?

For couple of seconds Lucifer hesitated to say it, but seeing Michael’s approval, he took a deep breath, while Tereza took another sip with nervosity.

Lucifer: Before I fell to Hell, I was once an archangel. Your mother probably told you about it. However, as an archangel I was mostly known under another name - Samael Morningstar. This is the name that my Father gave to me, but I liked the name Lucifer more. Only my brothers could call me Lucifer or Samael. And just like other archangels, I had my own divine form. It was not much different from my brothers, and yet, unlike my current form, I was still....”myself”. When I got to Hell, my Father made sure that my divine form will never be like my brothers’ ones. And that’s how my divine demon form appeared. But because of it, I left the name Samael on this form, as a reminder of who I was and whom I became.

Tereza: Wait, I thought it was because you didn’t want to hear such name anymore.

Lucifer: That’s another reason. But can you really forget what happened eons and millions of years ago?

Nazeel: So you say that this demon bluffed just to scare me?

Lucifer: Partially. He was right in one thing: about my name. As an archangel I was the strongest one. Now with such demon form...I’m stronger than them.

Nazeel looked down sadly, making Tereza and Michael be concern even more. They tried not to interfere, but it was hard.

Nazeel: Does it mean...that I also have my own divine terrifying form?

Lucifer: What? No, that's not like that. I mean, you do have your own divine form, but why do you say it's terrifying?

Nazeel: Just...you almost killed that demon in this form. You looked like not the Lucifer I knew....Does it mean that I will be the same?

Lucifer: No, Nazeel, it won't be like this.

Tereza: Are you sure? Most of us demons are aware of your form, and how it changes your personali-

Lucifer: That's not true.

Everyone got silent for a moment, looking at Lucifer, who sighed deeply.

Lucifer: I had to use my form, because...I wanted to protect you. I didn't care in what way I would do, bloody one or peaceful one. I didn't even care if that demon Algaron got killed by me. Deep inside, I wanted to protect dearest people to me...That's what I promised to your mother Thelaris.

Tereza: Really?

Lucifer: And I gave promise to your father Arael. To Anoli and Liya too.

Nazeel was speechless for a moment, trying to accept that information while taking another sip. Tereza was stunned too. She didn't know that Lucifer gave such promise.

Lucifer: I can't deny, I did acted like a terrifying demon, and because of it I scared you. And so my only option was to send this demon to the void realm.

Nazeel: ....What is the void realm?

Lucifer: An empty place where laws of physics are not ruling there, where time doesn't exist and there is no way out of it. If you're not the strongest divinity tho.

Nazeel: And you put this demon into such terrifying and cold place?

Lucifer: I had to...It was the only "mecriful" way I could do.

Nazeel:...Do you send all people like this demon to the void realm?

Lucifer: Not really. Actually, this realm is also rarely used, like the divine form. You can say it's like a decision for very serious cases.

Nazeel: I see......

Lucifer: If...you have more questions about what happened, I will answer them all. I only hope that what I said clears everything.

A moment of silence covered the room. Nazeel was in a thought, while Tereza and Michael got more nervous. After couple of seconds, Nazeel replied.

Nazeel: I...It's still too much for me to understand all of it now, so I need some time to think about it.

Lucifer: That's okay, it's not something that should be-

Nazeel: But I appreciate your honesty, uncle Lucifer. After what happened there, I was afraid that you have changed to someone opposite of Lucifer I know. But you stayed the same. And I'm so glad.

He smiled to Lucifer, which made everyone be surprised a bit. But a second later, Lucifer smiled too.

Lucifer: Of course I'm still the same old me~ Who else would be the funny uncle demon?~

Nazeel giggled as Tereza got confused. Michael was confused too, but smiled too.

Lucifer: So, does it mean that we can still chat with each other? Can you trust me again?

Nazeel: Of course! But promise me that won't be anymore hidden secrets like this.

Lucifer: Hehe, sure~ Pinky promise~

They smiled to each other as Nazeel suddenly hugged Lucifer tightly. Tereza and Michael could sigh with relief.

Lucifer: Woah, hey, be careful. Don't spill your hot chocolate~

Nazeel: Sorry, I'm just...so glad that you're back.

Michael: And I'm glad that you too are recovering your bond.

Tereza: Yeah, it is great~....Well, what does our little boy want to do now?

Nazeel: How about we play some video games?

Tereza: Ummm, I can't play such thing, unfortunately.

Nazeel: That's okay, I can teach you.

Lucifer: C'mon, Tereza, it will be fun~

Michael: I can make more hot chocolate meanwhile.

Tereza: Well...if you insist~

Nazeel: Yay! Tereza is joining us!

He jumped from happiness, which made his pet Sona wake up from his sleep. Michael noticed it as walked to Sona and patted him. Lucifer and Nazeel prepared the controllers and the game. They lauched it and together the crew was enjoying the game time, teaching Tereza how to play.

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And that's the next part of the story^^ Lucifer and Nazeel recovered their bond at last^^ It will still take time, but they can now chat with each other like before^^

Lucifer, Michael and Tereza belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Nazeel and Sona belong to @captainthane

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

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yuikomorihotline · 4 years

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Wasn't that the guy who abused a girl in a coma?

Yes, but prior to that:

Shinji is forced to heavily injure his friend

He then sees as both Asuka and Rei are almost killed by Zeruel

**** dies, he cannot really comprehend it, him not comforting Misato is a sign that something is already very bad.

Then he sees Asuka getting her mind destroyed by Arael, he can't even help because Unit 01 is in lockdown.

****, a person Shinji has really grown to like, sacrifices himself by blowing up in front of his eyes

He is shown that **** is in fact a clone, also witnesses how the spare bodies dissolve, sees Ritsuko completely break down.

Tabris shows him kindness, in his desperate situation Shinji accepts it not suspecting anything.

Shinji is betrayed by the only "friend" left to him, he is forced TO KNOWINGLY KILL A PERSON HE CONSIDERED A FRIEND, it wasn't like the Dummy Plug, he had to kill **** on his own.

He literally had a break down and he tried to wake Asuka up. What he did was still very messed up, and by no means am I excusing it because even I was a bit mehhhh on the entire thing and he acknowledged it when he said "I'm so fucked up". A lot of fucked up shit happens to Shinji in a short period of time and given his age, it must add on to his kinda messed up mental state.

Don't come for me saying that I'm okay with this when people are simping for very abusive vampires and frankly excusing it.

#admin #not really dl related but oh well #i can hear the anon hate from here #this is most likely going be very controversial

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captainthane · 4 years

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A New Start (Okaria et Feria)

Sybil was gathering a few things from her room in Heaven. She was about to live more on Earth for an undetermined time. She was already wearing her human clothes. She took her luggage and opened the door, only to be confronted by Gabriel the archangel.

- Do you know what you are doing? You are breaking one of the most important laws! You can’t act directly towards a mortal! It can provoke unbalanced consequences for Heaven and the humans! Think of what you are doing! (Gabriel)

Sybil was keeping her stoic expression while Gabriel was getting really serious.

- You, sir Michael, sir Arael and sir Raphael taught me the path for happiness and a balanced life can only be obtained by efforts. Even if it means going through lots of sufferings. I thought the same before...(Sybil)

- What are you talking about? (Gabriel)

She didn’t change her expression as she kept looking at Gabriel’s eyes.

- We are unfair to the mortals. We have lived through the same rules and laws for eons, believing it was for the greater good. We were stuck while the mortals were progressing and getting so much better. And how did we reward them? When they suffer too much and decide to end their lives, their souls go to hell. There, they were forced to live that painful moments for eternity. And it would have continued if not for that young nephilim that saw through this unfair and hateful rule two years ago. He forced Lucifer and God to destroy that awful tree so the souls could finally decide of their fate in the afterlife. (Sybil)

- Those rules help us to stay the way we are, to stay the best we can be. (Gabriel)

She sighed and just began to walk away.

- Even you don’t believe that anymore. Look at the demons. They understood that changing things for a more positive and balanced path is for the better. And how did they discover that? Thanks to a mistake, our Father...God did...sending a poor human soul in Hell. That soul became a demon and a gardener. That’s why God stays back even more. Michael also accepted the changes. He is with Lucifer now...(Sybil)

Gabriel was stunned by her words. He wanted to reply to her but she was having fair points.

- Now if you excuse me, sir Gabriel. There is a human who needs my help. (Sybil)

She disappeared and teleported herself in front of Tom in his flat. Her expression didn’t change but she was smiling a bit now. Tom noticed the luggage.

- Oh! H-Hi Sybil. So you were serious yesterday? You are going to stay here and guide me? I-I’m sorry, I prepare a room for you but it’s so small...(Tom)

She checked the room and put her luggage there.

- Don’t worry Thomas, it’s good enough. I don’t need more space. (Sybil)

- J-Just call me Tom. (Tom)

She looked at him and sit next to him on the couch.

- Okay Tom. We will do it step by step. Pressing matters won’t be helpful. Does it sound good for you? (Sybil)

- Y-Yes..(Tom)

Then there was some silence for a long minute before Sybil spoke again.

- You are in your third year in the university, studying medicine. You are doing great there. Physically, you also practice martial art several hours per week. We don’t need to work on these two parts. But mentally speaking, we have some work to do. (Sybil)

- F-Fair enough (Tom)

Sybil used her healing abilities to release the anxiety and stress from Tom’s body and mind. He was feeling already a bit better.

- T-Thank you Sybil. (Tom)

- It’s just a new start. You are going to have a balanced and happy life, this my angel’s promise. (Sybil)

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And done XD for this story, I wanted to develop more Sybil’s motivations and to link them with the past events in Okaria et Feria. I hope you will like it ^^

Sybil and Tom belong to me

Gabriel belongs to @wildstarfan

Okaria et feria belongs to me and @wildstarfan

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Chapter 13 sample:

We need to figure out how to get Lucifer’s soul back into his body. Like, now.” Chloe’s gaze fixes desperately on Amenadiel.

“His body has healed considerably in the time he’s been in the Silver City. The ambient divinity there gave quite a boost. I need to figure out how to retrieve him from Limbo, then we need a safe place to do so. The process doesn’t result in immediate consciousness, and I don’t want an unexpected visit from Michael while Lucifer’s still out.” His brow creases in thought.

“What about Lux?” Chloe suggests, “Not the penthouse, but the prohibition tunnels underneath? They’re not really common knowledge, and they’re pretty defensible.”

“Michael will definitely check Lux, but… I think he might only think to check the penthouse and the bar…”

“Some of the rooms in those tunnels are set up as sleeping areas, for staff that need occasional arrangements, or… other things.” Maze gives them a lazy smile as she re-enters the room, fingers linked with Eve’s. “There’s also my apartment, just below the penthouse level, but it’s possible Michael might think to check there.”

“Okay, how do we find out how to retrieve him from Limbo, then?” Chloe pushes, eager to make some progress on getting Lucifer back. “We know he’s still connected somehow with his body, because he can feel me when I touch him.”

“He can—what?” Amenadiel stares at Chloe, bewildered.

“When I touched him, yesterday, he… he touched me back. I could feel him. I touched his cheek and he touched the back of my hand before I yanked away. Then I held his hand, and he squeezed my fingers—he actually didn’t let go until Arael took him away.” Chloe clenches her left hand, remembering that tingling feeling of Lucifer’s ghostly fingers grasping hers desperately.

“Chloe, are you—”

“I’m sure, Amenadiel. I felt it,” her hand brushes against her chest, “here, in our Link.”

“All right, Chloe, I believe you,” Amenadiel shakes his head, working to accept that he’s unlikely to understand anything about his brother’s situation, ever. “If your Link is still intact, then I think it best if we have you nearby. Are you—”

“Yes, of course I’ll stay with him. When?”

Brother, we’ve a problem. Michael is here, looking for Lucifer’s body. Do we have a plan? Arael’s voice fills Amenadiel’s mind, and he closes his eyes in frustration. No time like the present, he thinks to himself wryly.

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Chapter 4: The initial 13 Heralds

Since I could not find additional information about VFD in Josephus' writings, I began researching other historians living at the same time. I found nothing useful. At first I believed that the writings had been completely destroyed by the passage of time or the passage of fire. So I decided to turn my attention back to the main content of my research, which was the writings of Lemony Snicket. Finally, one detail caught my attention. In book 13, called The Penultimate Peril (TPP), there is a passage in which a close relative of Lemony Snicket is described as saying two extremely significant sentences to the history of VFD.

TPP chapter 2:

"There was an enormous cavern, but a treacherous team of realtors claimed it for themselves. And there was an immense headquarters high in the Mortmain Mountains..."

The mention of a cave seemed to suggest that VFD used caves as a base of operations. So I contacted the group in Tel Aviv if they had found evidence of some secret cave organization around a few centuries after the establishment of the VFD in Alexandria. The Tel Aviv group sent me the following information:

"Miss Maria Mallahan, the answer to your question is yes. There was a secret society in the Middle East called the Essenes. This group is known to be the authors of the Dead Sea Scrolls. Apparently the Essenes used various caves in the Qumran region as large libraries, they also devised methods to preserve their writings over the years, preventing moisture from reaching the libraries, and the rocky walls prevented the spread of fires.

They promoted peace and order, and formed very peaceful communities. We hope we helped you.

PS: They have developed very interesting secret codes. They also did not accept money for their work.

Apparently I had discovered one of the VFD groups. I wanted to know about the secret codes used by the Essenes. The group in Tel Aviv allowed me to talk to their Kabbalah specialist, Dr. Handler. According to this expert, the Essenes develop a method to hide some important secrets of the organization through letter counting. Basically, the thirteenth letter of each text should be selected so that the hidden message can be understood. Based on Dr. Handler's information, I came to the following conclusion: If the Essenes were a derivation of VFD present in the Middle East, perhaps they would have had in their writings more information about the origin of VFD. This information would have been hidden from the world at large for so many centuries because it was encoded. But the Essene writings were so large that finding specific information in so many manuscripts would take too long. After speaking of my concern for Dr Handler, he told me, "Well, we found a catalog of manuscripts inside the cavernous libraries, and when we used the letter count, we realized that the catalog itself and the index of each manuscript was also in code. Then we can find the information you want relatively quickly. "

Dr. Handler, however, explained that this service could only be performed by 4 hands, but he only had two hands available to perform this activity. When I spoke to my editor about this, he said some bad word in Chinese, and said that one a plane ticket to Tel Aviv would be too expensive. The only option would be to travel by ship to Tel Aviv, hitchhiking with the merchant ship called Bendecido.

And that's exactly what I was determined to do. I thought I could take the trip to research what Lemony Snicket's trip might have been on board the Prospero ship, as recorded in LSTUA. But I had no opportunity for that, because the day before the Merchant ship arrived, I received a letter from Dr. Handler containing a one-way ticket to Tel Aviv. I flew the next day to Tel Aviv.

After a warm welcome from Dr Handler, and an excellent lunch at a restaurant far more upscale than my editor could afford for me, I asked Dr Handler to personally see the caves where the Essene libraries were located.

The trip to the West Bank was faster than I expected. It was amazing to see the damage caused by World War III, and how despite all that, the local population was making it back after more than 100 years. After an hour we were on the shores of the Dead Sea. We continued the walk until we reached the entrance to the Qumran museum, which was mounted at the entrance to one of the largest caves used by the Essenes. I briefly visited the nearest gallery with Dr Handler. But as I was in a hurry, we went to one of the offices set up inside one of the caves. Dr Handler was happy to accompany me for the next 4 weeks. He and I work about 10 hours a day dealing with precious manuscripts. We needed to wear gloves and masks all the time, and we couldn't take pictures of the manuscripts. So we need to copy many, many words in blue cover notebooks. Good thing my understanding of ancient Hebrew was at an acceptable level for that work. It was amazing to be able to sleep in an adapted cave as a bedroom, and to have meals in an adapted cave as a bedroom (there were no restaurants inside the caves to avoid the possibility of fires). It was also fun to bathe in the Dead Sea, and not sink even at great depths because of the large amount of floats I took with me. Dr Handler said there is a legend that people in the past could bathe in the Dead Sea without sinking, even without the use of floats, but I don't believe in legends. Anyway, after four weeks, we returned to Tel Aviv, with a lot of information about VFD. The most relevant information from my research was as follows: Unlike what I imagined, the Essenes came into existence as a secret organization before the creation of VFD in Alexandria. However, around 5 BCE, a man arrived at the Essene camp. This man came from Alexandria, Egypt. He carried a sealed manuscript. He requested a meeting with the older men in that group of Essenes. The mysterious man reported that his name was Sachiel Snicket. He was one of the 13 heralds of Alexandria. These 13 heralds were sent to 13 different locations with a manuscript in hand. They had the mission of finding people and organizations noble and willing to promote the principles that were written in the manuscript. Dr Handler and I found the names of the 13 heralds, who was informed by Sachiel Snicket.

(I will translate the names from Hebrew to English using an approximation system taught to me by Dr Handler).

Sachiel Snicket

Shamshel Snicket

Ramiel Snicket

Gaghiel Snicket

Israfel Snicket

Matariel Snicket

Sahaquiel Snicket

Ireul Snicket

Leliel Snicket

Bardiel Snicket

Zeruel Snicket

Arael Snicket

Armisael Snicket

I cannot deduce if these are codenames or if they are all members of the same family. I spent a month without reading the news, so when I arrived in Tel Aviv I decided to buy a newspaper. My gratitude for Dr Handler increased greatly when I read the news of the Bendecido ship sinking. If I had boarded, I would be dead and my body would be found in that converting zone of sea currents where Lemony Snicket narrated that there was the Island a long time ago, before rising sea levels.

"I'll keep an eye on you, Miss Mallahan," was what Dr Handler told me earlier at the airport. He also bought a return ticket that day. Now I could continue my research from the comfort of my apartment. The only problem was that when I arrived at the building where I lived, I realized that the whole building had been consumed by a fire.

#asoue #asoue fanfic #VFD #VFD fanfic #asoue fic

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kijiboop · 6 years

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Meet the Angels - Arael

An Unfree World Master List

Do they have any other names? -- Arael usually goes by his original name, but Sariel occasionally calls him Ary.

Color preferences? -- Arael usually presents as Caucasian with long, shaggy blond hair that he usually wears in a ponytail. His eyes are midnight blue regardless of any other aspect of his appearance, though he insists he’s tried to change them before. After his fall, his wings stain cream-colored with black tips to the primaries, much like a white-phase gyrfalcon.

How involved is their hygiene? -- Arael isn’t as meticulous with his grooming as he should be and occasionally finds strange things stuck in his wings that he should found during daily grooming: bits of paper, other people’s feathers, twigs or grass. Sariel is the most likely to discover these for him and quietly removes them without teasing him.

What are their food preferences -- Arael is still fairly young as far as angels go and he hasn’t figured out all of the things he likes or dislikes. He loves homemade bread, though, to the point where he’s taught himself to make it. The other bread-loving angels get excited when word spreads that Arael’s in the kitchens.

What what irrationally irritates them? -- Artificial scents. He says they all smell like bananas and plastic and it drives him nuts.

How do they respond to those in need? -- Arael tends to be a little shy, even when he’s helping someone. He gives freely of what he has, including his effort and his time, but he sometimes doesn’t step far enough out of his comfort zone to ask what someone really needs.

How do they handle being lost? -- Being lost makes him very insecure and Arael does his best to return to familiar things as fast as he can. If he’s been lost for any length of time, he’s usually found in physical contact with another angel for at least two hours afterward.

What are their moral priorities? -- Arael is still sorting out his priorities. He believes in the stated mission of the angels: to protect humans and defend human society from the instability of the Nephilim. His concepts of good and evil are still shaping as he gains experience in the world.

How good are they with children and/or animals? -- Children respond well to Arael’s gentle spirit, but the smart ones quickly learn to take advantage of him. He tends to be a little naive and won’t always recognize when he’s being manipulated until well after it’s happened. Intelligent dogs and most cats have managed to do the same thing, the most memorable being the border collie who convinced Arael he hadn’t been fed for days.

How would they cope with a sudden academic requirement? -- Arael is very much attuned to doing as he’s told. He would study furiously and perform as best he can on a standardized test and research a paper thoroughly if ungracefully. While he is intelligent, logical leaps are not his strong suit and he would score fairly but not outstandingly.

How comfortable are they with being petty or cruel? -- Arael is confused by anyone with a cruel or petty streak. He will question their actions endlessly and refuse to accept “because it’s funny” as an answer. He himself avoids extending pain or suffering when he needs to hurt someone and he never does so out of pettiness.

How would they cope with being abducted by aliens? -- Confusion, internalized trauma and absolute obedience until they let him go. For Arael, compliance is a way of life and he does so out of trust that the people in charge have a better idea of the situation than he does.

What style music do they prefer? -- Arael loves up-beat, positive, danceable music and he really does love to dance, both on the ground and in the air. He’s one of the better fliers in his squad and he loves to spiral and twirl when he’s listening to music. He’s one of the few angels to embrace human technology so completely and he has an iPod with headphones that he’s seldom found without.

How do they concern or terrify people who do not know them? -- Arael inspires protective feelings in most people, since he seems so incredibly fragile and naive sometimes. In reality, he’s made of sterner stuff than that and can stand up for himself.

Under what circumstances would they appear naked in public? -- Arael isn’t body shy, but he is polite and abides by society’s norms. That said, he’s not used to being looked at and seen as a sexual object, so being naked doesn’t mean anything to him personally. Not yet, anyway.

How is their relationship with their parents? -- Like many of the younger angels, Arael is more removed from God as his parent and tends to look on the older angels in that capacity instead. Sariel is who Arael views as his father, being the leader of his squad and they have always been close.

What is a formative experience from their childhood? -- Angels are not born as children, instead being created directly by the hand of God. As such, they do not age or mature physically, but often develop their perspectives as they gain experience. When Arael was still a very new angel, only a few decades old, he was assigned as a guardian angel to a very devoted missionary of the Christian faith. While protecting this man, Arael observed the effects of proselytizing on the local culture and how confused some of the children became when told they and their families were going to burn in Hell for remaining devoted to their historical beliefs. Their distress drove him to ask Sariel if maybe these people were good enough in their own beliefs to be considered Godly, maybe they didn’t need the missionary’s narrow view of the world to define their deaths. Sariel told him that it wasn’t their place to question, only to obey. Arael continues to question when he’s given orders but he does it quietly now.

How present and aware are they? -- Arael doesn’t always notice what’s going on around him, but he tries to. He’s aware of his own lack of awareness, which he hopes is a start, at least.

How impulsive are they? -- In keeping with his obedience, Arael doesn’t indulge in impulsive behavior much. When he does, it’s usually wild flashes of pure delight, like running into a toy store and buying the stuffed animal that caught his eye or ordering pizza for the whole barracks.

How do they sabotage themselves? -- Arael second-guesses his instincts in favor of doing what he’s told. The biggest problem with this is that he still has the doubts and they make him hesitate.

What possession do they have that they are ashamed of? -- Arael is curious about other mythos. His footlocker contains several volumes of occult literature ranging from Norse mythology to early Wiccan texts from the 60s.

How conscious are they of their physical needs? -- Arael likes enough varieties of tea that he’s usually experimenting with something. He carries three or four canteens, each with something different in it and he drinks from them often.

What do they smell like? -- Arael often smells like baking bread, even when he hasn’t been in the kitchen.

#angels #nephilim #original characters #original fiction #OC: Arael #kiji fics

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1. After Arael’s attack on Asuka, Maeko was the only one who tried to approach her, yet she was only met with a slap to the face. As hurt as she was, she could only accept it as an Angel shouldn’t comfort a Lilin promptly after they were hurt by different angel.

2. When Kaworu died, Maeko was told that she’d live with Shinji and Asuka. The angel slept on the floor, but Shinji offered her a blanket and a spot in his room. This was declined, much to his concern. During nights where Maeko cried herself to sleep, neither of the two could do much, but offer their help. Even Asuka felt some pity.

3. Although it doesn’t happen that much, and almost never when Shinji’s around it hear it, Asuka and Maeko make small friendly conversation after battles, simulations and sync tests. The reason why Shinji rarely hears this happen is because Second and Seventh fear that he’ll think they’re friends. Not that it’s BAD, but they have reputations.

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Hi! Please ignore this if you're not taking asks about the characters anymore! I need to know... how good is their fashion sense and what kind of clothes do they wear more often? more importantly, who would let my jordan dress them up for fun? xD thank you for your time!

Hi anon, we always accept new questions ^^ We thought that to make it a bit more fun... Why don't we show you some proposals of clothes that we would put on the characters? Unfortunately we don't have all the time to make all the costumes that we would put on them but here are our proposals.

Joe: She's definitely the most stylish, even though she's been in uniform for a long time. She'd be willing to be dressed by Jordan, but more importantly, she'd be eager to dress Jordan. You will never see her in tracksuits or very casual clothes. She likes very feminine clothes in soft colours. She adapts well to the circumstances, going from a more romantic style to a very classic and elegant one or a fun and very risky one.

Hasiel: He looks old-fashioned and out of step with the times, what would best define his style is dark academia or what would be understood in this century as dark academia. Full of jumpers, classic trousers and shirts. He would probably accept Jordan's choice of clothes, but if he strayed too far from his own tastes, he would probably complain.

Arael: She likes pastel colours, straight figures and trousers rather than skirts or dresses. All her clothes are full of colour and look very comfortable. Perhaps a bit girlish for some, but Arael is not pressured by standards. She would definitely let Jordan dress her. It would be a new experience and she loves to experience new sensations.

Kyeran: His style is a mix of bohemian with ethnic touches. A lot of his clothes are recycled or second-hand, although he never intended to have a deliberately vintage aesthetic. He wears things until they break and doesn't see himself as closed to gender standards either, so you might see him in a skirt or other feminine pieces. He would also let Jordan dress him and treasure the clothes they give him.

Maske: Their aesthetic is very much defined within darkware. They don't wear colours outside of black, grey and dark blue except for gold when wearing formal wear or in spotlights and the like. They wear a lot of clothes on top of each other, creating a lot of layers. Although they usually only wear tracksuits, they might have quite interesting taste if they weren't so afraid to show their bodies. Jordan could convince them to try something on, but probably not to buy it.

Akane: She doesn't think too much about her appearance, her everyday clothes are actually work clothes, as she doesn't do much else at some point her casual clothes were completely replaced by overalls and canvas clothes. As she loves sports, she has a lot of sports equipment. Although, maybe Jordan could convince her to wear something more interesting… She loves asymmetrical T-shirts, green, red and orange and she doesn't dislike skirts, but she prefers trouser skirts. She would accept to be dressed by Jordan, but with some things, she would die of embarrassment.

Pin: He wears oversize clothes, very youthful and with references to popular culture. It is quite clear that his favourite colour is red. All his clothes are very comfortable. On the other hand, Rubi has more serious and simpler clothes. He always says she would choose more daring things but with Pin's body they don't suit him. Pin would love to be dressed by Jordan and would be very curious to know what they would choose for him.

Zihel: Zihel's clothing straddles the line between grunge and military aesthetics, though none of it was premeditated. Almost all of his current clothes are Hasiel's clothes in a state of extreme disrepair. Partly intentional, partly through neglect. The formal wear was chosen by Valefar so that he doesn't make a fool of himself. Zihel has no problem trying on clothes Jordan tells him to, though if he's having a bad day he'd probably refuse just because he's in a bad mood.

Ariel: Any facet of rock suits Ariel and he has probably worn it at one time or another. He likes aggressive, dramatic clothes that are very striking and allow him to show off. If he's not the centre of attention, there's something he's not doing right. We felt like adding an alternative version. Although we have already warned you that Ariel wouldn't have been very happy being an angel… He would love to play dress-up with Jordan, especially if it would make Jordan look naked. He'd probably try to turn it into a sex game.

Well, that's about it. What did you think? is there a look that you liked the most?

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theholycovenantrpg · 4 years

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CONGRATULATIONS, JORDAN! YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF GADRIEL.

Admin Rosey: Eeeeeee! Jordan you have no idea how much I’m bouncing off the walls because you brought us such an unparalleled Gadriel! I was hoping, with all my heart, that someone would dare to write a character that is full of such unfettered love, and you did it. All the more, you didn’t hold back with the adoration that seems to burrow itself into every single facet of the character. Your para sample was an absolute thrill to read and truly, I couldn’t have asked for someone more capable of delivering the Gadriel we all know and love. Thank you so much for this wonderful application - it had me grinning from ear to ear. Please create and send in your account, review the information on our CHECKLIST, and follow everyone on the FOLLOW LIST. Welcome to the Holy Land!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Jordan

Age | 23

Personal Pronouns | She/her

Activity Level | I’m not in school or working right now, so I do have quite a bit of free time on my hands. However, I still have real life stuff that crops up occasionally, and I’m currently looking for a job, so if/when?? (hopefully) that happens I’ll let you guys know! As it stands, I can on average devote a few hours each day to rp’ing, though that might vary depending on the day.

Timezone | EST

Triggers | REMOVED

How did you find the group? | I saw Rosey reblog the prerelease advertisement thing and the rest was history.

Current/Past RP Accounts | https://chandlerrosen.tumblr.com/

IN CHARACTER

Character | Gadriel

What drew you to this character? |

Though there were quite a number of characters I considered applying for at various stages, I kept coming back to Gadriel. Within her character is everything I’m familiar with, and yet nothing that I’ve written before. I study (or studied, technically) early modern literature and art history, with a focus on Catholic theology, so I was initially drawn to Gadriel’s background as a martyred saint. I love her grief, I love the way she grows from it while still carrying it with her. I love her fighting for compassion and pacifism, while still being shrouded by the monstrous aspect of her that has always lingered within. Her love is her driving force, and her vision all encompassing, and for the “greater good,” but she is still so selfish. More on this now!

What future plots do you have in mind for the character? |

i. beware of false prophets [. . .] ye shall know them by their fruits

The God she loved was not always a benevolent one, but she loved Him nonetheless, the words of the scripture a familiar glaze on her tongue, weaving its way through the air as it settles around her like a warm blanket. These were the words she lived by, and the words she, in another life, died by. But now these words, and the God who fomented them, are obsolete—ash and dust, they swirl around her still, only a faint echo of their former glory. Now, the residents (those who choose to partake in religion) worship the Hundred-Eyed God—instead of fire and brimstone, this new deity promised everlasting serenity. Gadriel, like most residents of Caelum, doesn’t worship the Hundred-Eyed God, but as God’s most devout and loving follower, she is faced with the difficult task of protecting ISOLDE, the All-Seeing Priestess of the faith. Despite her best efforts, Gadriel finds herself liking the mortal, and where once Gadriel would have seen an idolator, she now sees what could turn into a friend. The relationship, however, is tenuous, and Gadriel is very reluctant to let herself become attached to the girl—it didn’t end so well for the last worshipped figure in Gadriel’s life. But more than that, Isolde feels like a punishment, or rather, like she should be a punishment. Sure, it pains Gadriel to watch new rituals when the old ones sit in her bones and on her tongue, aching to be remembered and repeated, but otherwise, her task is, at times, an enjoyable one. So when will the other shoe drop? I’m very interested in seeing how this relationship will develop, and how ESTIENNE will fit into it. The biography mentions that Gadriel would kill to protect ARAEL, presumably she would do the same for Isolde, if only out of obligation (though personal affection may one day be a reason as well). Whether it be Estienne or someone else, how will Gadriel, generally a pacifist, react if Isolde is threatened?

I also think it’s interesting to consider what would happen, not if Isolde is physically threatened, but if her status is somehow threatened, or if someone, say ORIAS or CASSIEL (though there are many others), challenges Isolde (an extension of the Hundred-Eyed God) as someone/something to be worshipped? Zealotry is comfortable for Gadriel, a familiar armor to lace over her chest as she draws her sword, but it has rusted and worn down, a passion without a purpose, without an outlet. I think Gadriel is far from becoming a zealot for the Hundred-Eyed God, and to be honest, I’m not sure it would ever actually happen. However, I can see this going two ways (not necessarily mutually exclusive, either):

Gadriel develops a love for Isolde similar to the love she felt for God; it would be different, no doubt, but I think part of Gadriel’s worship of God in her mortal life came from, faith yes, but also love and a desire to be loved. Her worship of God was not entirely unselfish, but fervently pious nevertheless. Could Gadriel ever get to the point where she would take up her sword for Isolde, not against imminent danger, but against idolatry? Maybe, maybe not, and if it did, it would be, as I said, much further down the line, and certainly not as strong as the zealotry she exhibited for God, but I do think it’s an important aspect of Gadriel that cannot just be shirked because her God is dead.

Regardless of Isolde and how Gadriel may feel about her, there is still a part of Gadriel, no matter how slowly waning it may be, that fought tooth and nail to worship her God, both as a human and angel. And now, with people cropping up, Orias, Cassiel, Michael, etc. who try to fill that void He left, to be worshipped in their own right, I’m interested in how Gadriel will react. Obviously, Gadriel is not omnipotent, and therefore doesn’t necessarily know the extent to which these various figures have designs on power, on reverence. But throughout the course of the roleplay, I think as their actions reflect their intentions, and as those intentions become clearer, the familiar feeling of zealotry will crop up again, burning inside Gadriel’s bosom as it once had. Perhaps something starts it, perhaps she will see the corruption of mortals, of her fellow angels, even, and she wants to stop it. It’s not something she could do alone, at least not successfully, and depending on where Gadriel is in her development, she might not even care at first. But I still think it would be interesting to explore, and which unlikely alliances she may form to quell the rising of a new, different, idol.

ii. should intermitted vengeance arm again / His red right hand to plague us?

For every cloud, there is a silver lining, and for every slain deity, a world to be made anew. I don’t think Gadriel has ever been motivated by power, and I don’t think she is now, either. I do think, however, that she believes in a very strong vision of the world, a vision she believed she shared with her God. Of course, without God, Gadriel now has the freedom to reshape her vision, and mold the world into, as the biography states, “her own vision of beauty.” But that which is beautiful, is also terrible, for beauty without power is vulnerability, a quality Gadriel has shedded like a skin too tight and too itchy to ever be comfortable again. There is an anger inside her, a feeling of righteousness against those she believes have acted unjustly. Namely, MICHAEL and CASSIEL. There are many people she blames for this war, for the death of her beloved God, and Michael’s name is at the top of the list. He clipped her wings, he punished her for her pride (for is hubris not the most base of the tragic flaws?), smearing her face in the dirt of her own folly by naming her the Virtue of Temperance, forcing her to protect a being instrumental to the worship of a new, unfamiliar religion. And still, Gadriel turns the other cheek. To wage outright war against Michael would be foolish, and though Gadriel is privy to foolishness (a lingering effect of her not-so-long-forgotten mortality), she isn’t that foolish. I think the dynamic between Gadriel and Michael is very interesting, and something I’d love to explore. As he hungers for more power, as Gadriel’s resentment of him festers, infecting her life’s blood with boiling wrath, when will Gadriel decide that enough is enough. And who will stand with her?

Now onto Cassiel. Cassiel’s betrayal of the Cherubim, of Gadriel and her own people (though really, with Gadriel’s part in the war against Michael, I think Gadriel would be put on trial regardless), is another interesting avenue to explore. I mentioned Cassiel above as being a sort of “False Prophet,” and in truth, I think she is the antithesis to Gadriel. Speaking of Cherubim, I think Gadriel and ZADKIEL would actually get along fairly well, as Gadriel is (or at least was) well-liked by her fellow angels, and liked them in return, and I think they have a similar philosophy and moral compass. Would Gadriel and Zadkiel, two angels affected by Cassiel’s actions, end up lighting the spark of retribution against Cassiel? Or will it divide them? Cassiel and Gadriel are two people driven by the notion of beauty, though their definitions couldn’t be further apart. While Cassiel’s vision is of herself, Gadriel sees an eternal peace, filial piety and the burning passion of people who join in communion as one (so really, the concept of the Hundred-Eyed God should be alluring to her, once Gadriel realizes that it aligns with her vision and she could wield it considering Isolde is her charge—I digress). Perhaps Gadriel goes against Cassiel, not necessarily for past indiscretions, but present grievances.

To create, you must destroy, and from the ashes of the old world will Gadriel’s vision of beauty rise, sheathed in gold with a purity so simple, it can only be considered divine.

iii. when is a monster not a monster?

The answer, of course, “when you love it.” Gadriel’s connections to Asmodeus, Arael, and Mammon are all thematically concerned with when Gadriel shows her monstrous side, if at all. With ARAEL, Gadriel’s monstrous side is not hidden, because with their level of intimacy, with its purity, Gadriel holds no secrets from Arael. It just rarely (if ever) rears its ugly head. The biography mentions that Gadriel would kill for Arael, and I would like to put that to the test. I don’t know how, or when, but I want Gadriel to become a monster, all for the sake of Arael. She knows of Arael’s grief, but I’m wondering just how much Gadriel knows of Arael’s visits to ABBADON’S domain. If she doesn’t know, then perhaps Gadriel will feel betrayed. Of course, she wouldn’t take it out on Arael, there is very little Arael could do to warrant that sort of emotion from Gadriel, but I do think it would shift their relationship. If Gadriel does know, however, I wonder if Gadriel might try to take it upon herself to help Arael (if it’s unwanted, so much the better), because Gadriel is the picture of self-righteousness.

ASMODEUS is an interesting case with regard to Gadriel’s monstrous side. She hasn’t quite figured him out, she doesn’t know his sad past, but the glances they share, the stares that betray his longing for something else, someone else, intrigue her. And I think it makes Gadriel feel powerful, this unsaid tension between them, the notion that at any moment, it could all crumble and collapse, that he could, if she so chose. I think she wants to poke and prod at him, maybe from afar at first, and then toy with him, his vulnerability between her teeth, with only gravity (the gravity she is so adept at manipulating) to crush it, or release him from her grasp. Of course, Gadriel is not without compassion, and maybe once she knows Asmodeus’ story, she’ll feel differently. It all depends on what part of Asmodeus she chooses to see: the human, or the demon.

Gadriel’s most monstrous side, her most vindictive and self-righteous, self-satisfying, parts, are shown in her relationship with MAMMON. She spared them, not because she felt pity, not because she cared, or didn’t wish to shed blood, but to show them that she could. She held their life at the end of her blade and laughed when she removed it from his throat. Surely they still harbor bitter feelings towards her, feelings of hatred and resentment, even. In Emma’s app for Mammon, she mentions how she envisions them fighting, even to the death. I fully agree, and am looking forward to their confrontation a lot. Gadriel is, generally, soft, but I want to explore those parts of her that are more monster than divine, more human than angel.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes.

IN DEPTH

Driving Character Motivation |

In Gadriel’s mortal life, her driving motivation was her love for God, and her desire to be loved by God. The picture of piety, Gadriel shirked near all else to proclaim her love for God, frustrated when others wouldn’t recognize His great power, his all-encompassing love. Even when she became an angel, she was still driven by this love, but now it was realized, it was reciprocated. And rather than have that be diminished upon conquest, it only grew stronger and more fervent.

Of course, after the war, after her wings were clipped, Gadriel turned into the dutiful angel, obeying Michael’s orders (much to her chagrin). Now she’s driven by her vision of beauty, of peace everlasting and passion overflowing. Love is still very much part of the equation, and the love she feels for Arael, for Isolde (maybe, eventually), also motivates her. But it’s her love for God, and for his vision, that stoke the fire of ambition in her loins. I think Gadriel is tired of constantly being taken for granted, being walked all over, and is using the new world as an opportunity to turn a page in her own life. To become all that she once sought to, to fulfill all righteousness on earth, and to spread her vision to all those who will listen.

Character Traits |

(passionate, loyal, empathetic)

(dogmatic, vengeful, obstinate)

In-Character Para Sample |

“Brothers, sisters, friends, lend me your ears,” she began, standing in front of her fellow angels, on trial for crimes committed against Michael, committed for God. “I stand on trial today, though I believe myself innocent of all crimes, guilty only of being consumed by love. Perhaps my love was misplaced, my loyalty misguided, but is that so unreasonable? Was that not God’s almighty power—to stir inside those who are lost the guidance to follow His will through His love?” She looked around, eyes imploring as she clutched her chest. The room was bright, the sun almost overbearing and artificial, devoid of everything Heaven held, a false divinity imbuing every corner and crevice. She had been here before. But rather than in a spotless room, she was surrounded by dust and the jeers of Romans who believed her guilty of the same crime she was accused of now: treason.

“You accuse me of treason,” she began again, and the lion’s roar in her ear was so loud, she felt as though it was standing across the room from her, not Michael, “but forgive me, I knew nothing else. If my actions offended, let us rectify the situation, together. Let us venture forth, hand in hand, brothers in arms, angels enshrouded in the divinity that is our right, into this new era. But let us not paint this era with more blood than has already been shed; for is that truly what you want your legacy to entail? Fire and brimstone—would you be any better than the God you have deposed?” She raised her eyebrow, scanning the eyes of the crowd as they shifted uncomfortably. An invisible string lifted Gadriel’s spine—perhaps it was her power of gravity, perhaps newfound confidence at the uncomfortability of the angels who wished her dead.

“And how, dear sister, could we trust you?” Michael asked, unmoved, the pinnacle of strength and composure.

“This is new territory for both of us, brother. This world has never known God’s absence—but together, and only together, could we bring it into a new Golden Age, an era of rebirth and plenty.” Everyone was silent, pondering her words. This silence was deafening, and the lion roared louder. Her heart began to race as she saw the saliva glint off the lion’s teeth, the blood staining its fur from the last human he shred.

“You seek to do better than God? Well do better. Ff His picture of compassion was imperfect, perfect it. His vision of mercy unfulfilled, fulfill it.” The words stung her tongue as she spoke them against her God, but perhaps she could give Michael and his legions the chance to be better, if that is what they truly sought. “Violence, retribution. This is not the way, and we both know it.”

Silence still more. Until finally, Michael made his decision.

“Very well, you have your amnesty. But Gadriel, this can not go unpunished.” He contemplated further, his hands steepled like a church she once worshipped at, before continuing, “your wings will be clipped, and we will watch you. Very closely.” He nodded, but she could tell this wasn’t his desired outcome.

“Thank you, Michael, for your compassion. You won’t regret it,” she said through gritted teeth, sharp as a lion’s, before she sheathed them. Not now. Not today. Today, she lived, and she will continue to do so, if only to continue God’s work. For so it become us to fulfill all righteousness.

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i. COMPANION: By her side, Gadriel’s companion is a LION. I’m hearkening back to the typological tradition of depicting a martyred saint with the instruments of their demise. St. Lawrence has his grill, St. Catherine of Alexandria her spiked wheel, and so Gadriel will have her lion.

ii. WINGS: Gadriel’s wings are clipped, but not torn from her back. Right now they don’t extend past her shoulder blades, but at once they were the most radiant, pure, white of the softest down. When they grow back, however, perhaps they will be muddled and murky.

#accepted #accepted: gadriel

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adamworu · 7 years

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Is there any character and/or episode that you feel should get more attention/love from the community in the original NGE ?

It’s actually a few characters I feel deserve more love from the Eva community (pertaining to the original show of course!). The same applies for the episode part of the question: it’s also a few.

More down below....

Rei’s a huge one I feel, considering she’s one of the most relatable characters within Evangelion. Shinji is a relatable character because his arc is around being aware of his own actions and steering him into free will rather than determinism. Shinji believes that reality is fixed, fixed in the sense that nothing good comes from reality. This leads him to reject reality and reject the true selves of people, therefore straining the relationships of everyone around him. Asuka feigns a persona of being + acting more grown than she actually is, all too aware of her problems. All too awareness is met with rejection rather than acceptance. We have the adults who parallel some of the children, the rejection of reality and the oft times selfishness that spawns from aforementioned rejection.

Rei’s arc deals with identity, individuality + her character treatment parallels how people will forcibly mold your identity into something which benefits them personally rather than allowing you any iota of autonomy. Rei’s a character whose whole existence is objectified; her whole body is quintessentially used as a tool, ultimately for Gendo’s desire to reunite with Yui via Instrumentality as well as the core of the Dummy Plugs’ thought processes (excluding MPE Plugs). This is sadly relatable, especially if you’re navigating any part of adolescence. What really makes this a massive problem is that abstract thought (exploration and grey areas rather than concrete ones) come forth in early adolescence. Rei isn’t allowed to explore, just do what’s asked and not even go beyond what’s been imprinted on her.

I feel as if understanding Rei is understanding some of the puzzle that is the AT Field. Rei actually insinuates about it in episode 14, during her pondering midway in through the episode. (slight nudity warning here)

Rei also likens her identity to flowers during her thoughts. Many of them the same and yet most lack purpose. I feel as if this is an indicator of Rei and paralleling her clones to aforesaid flowers, because again, she’s taught to feel expendable. She also talks about how she’s melting toward the end of her thoughts (back to the AT Field insinuations again!). AT Fields, other than being a well-placed metaphor for boundaries, also serve as our physicality (and most of all our identity). If we relinquish our AT Fields, we lose our physical shape. In End of Evangelion Rei’s arm just sort of melts/slides off her body. Gendo urges Rei to hurry along with the merging of Adam unto her (thinking she’s his personal puppet, when he doesn’t realize that she knows her she’s Lilith), remarking that her AT Field is beginning to break down.

Without an AT Field, we undergo death, metaphorically. In Eva’s context, it means that you give up an identity. Without identity, others cannot discern who you are, because metaphorically you don’t exist. Rei, when talking about the clones toward the end of her poem talks about no longer seeing herself. The other Rei’s aren’t allowed exploration either, causing Rei to question her individuality. Remember Rei’s words about the flowers? That many are the same but so many are without purpose?

Rei’s poem highlights the acknowledgement of identity (it ends with her speculating the identity of Unit-01′s soul). It’s Rei’s way of making sense of the world the only way she can, making sense of herself, and associating certain things with certain symbols or ideas.

I also feel that all the angels are characters that especially need as much credit as the cast of Evangelion. When you start seeing the angels, especially in the episodes involving psychological exploration of the pilots, you start realizing Evangelion isn’t actually about the human condition. It’s understandable that Eva is considered by many as a piece of media dealing with the human condition, considering humans are at the forefront of the show. However, Eva pokes a hole through that considering two things. One, Ritsuko’s comment in regards to Arael breaching through Asuka’s mind in episode 22 and two, Misato’s comment to Shinji about the human’s origins. Ritsuko remarks that angels hold capability of understanding our psychology (and she’s right about that!). Misato states that angels came from Adam, the ones we know with all the varying shapes (but quintessentially the same physiology - cores, S2 engines, that good stuff) and we’re the 18th angel (Lilin from Lilith, 2nd angel). Evangelion cannot be the human condition because that excludes the angels from that, though humans are angels, not the other way around.

I feel that episodes wise: the episodes which show the psychological exploration of the characters need more love, especially when it involves the ones with the angels. The angels assume symbols immediately recognizable to the respective pilot and at least two angels use specific psychological concepts to get their point across. Leliel uses a Johari Window, a tool meant for self-awareness of the individual and their identity as known as well as unknown by themselves as well as others. When Leliel does talk on some points the two lines are presented as perpendicular, as a way of seeing a window to the self (and being aware of selves existing outside of the self). Leliel tries getting Shinji to be aware of his own actions (which involves understanding himself and others).

Tabris/Kaworu (yes I consider him one of the psychological angels, though he doesn’t use means to breach the subconscious) and Shinji embody the two loci of control. The internal locus and the external locus are more known as Free Will v. Determinism, an argument which intersects psychology and philosophy (psychology does have a philosophical aspect). Tabris, being the angel of Free Will is the internal locus (believing you can control your life, meaning you aren’t free of accountability). That leaves Shinji as the opposite, the external locus, the polar opposite of Kaworu’s loci. Determinism/external locus means that nothing in your life is within your control and therefore accountability is nonexistent. Tabris tries telling Shinji that he must endure pain rather than running away, insinuating that Shinji has free will and must use it in a way that helps most.

Episodes 14, 15, 21-24 (Director’s Cut versions), as well as the last two episodes are important. Episodes 25 and 26 need to be put on the same importance as EoE, because I think it gives the viewer insight to other characters (e.g. Asuka living so she can find out her purpose). It also helps give insight on who else may defy Instrumentality and who won’t.

#neon genesis evangelion #shinji #rei #asuka #kaworu #correct me if i'm wrong #Anonymous

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Blinded by the Light: Part Seven

I’ve been thinking about how to start this next installment, and I thought a good place would be to pick up where I left off. . .but in thinking about my “relationship” with Arael after we had sex, there’s not much to tell. I honestly don’t even remember what happened next, but things just weren’t working. Ironic; me being the huge romantic I was (and still am, to be honest), I just kind of figured that things would be perfect; I had given him my virginity, I had deemed him worthy. So now came for happily ever after, right? Um, wrong.

I guess like most guys his age, he had no idea how to be emotionally available and supportive, no idea what he really wanted beyond “Sex feels good!” We only did it that one time, and it would be a year and a half before I did it again.

I think I wanted us to be the counterpart to Sapphire and Fuzz, who stayed together for quite a while and had a baby together, a little boy who’s now on my Facebook and is something like twelve or thirteen, which is bizarre in itself because I remember holding him when he was two weeks old. But I digress; I was so deeply in love (or infatuation), and I just wanted it to work, but it didn’t. And I don’t think it could have.

It was around this time, maybe a bit before all of this happened, that I remember this day, this shocking, sad day, when I was at the tiny café just off Fulford Harbour on Salt Spring, buying something innocuous and silly like a cinnamon bun, when Sapphire came blazing into the café in tears, came straight up to me and said, “Nathan’s dead!” I dropped my bag and burst into tears myself.

Nathan was a guy from the Victoria days who I had nicknamed Horizontal Man, because he was just this lazy, flaky dude who always had a blanket wrapped around him. The day the nickname came about we were all at the beach, and I said jokingly to someone, “Nathan lives his life horizontally,” because he was always lying down, always blanketed. And the name stuck.

He ended up dating and living with a friend of Rhiannon’s, and he and I were casual friends, I would say. Not super close, but we had our moments. I remember he had a drum, not a djembe but something similar, and he wrote this hilarious song about all the hippies that hung out together. He called it Welcome to Boomtown, no doubt a nod to the David and David song of the same name:

Ms. Cristina drives a 944

Satisfaction oozes from her pores

She keeps rings on her fingers

Marble on her floor

Cocaine on her dresser

Bars on her doors

She keeps her back against the wall

So I say welcome, welcome to the Boomtown

Pick a habit, we got plenty to go around

Welcome, welcome to the Boomtown

All that money makes such a succulent sound

Welcome to the Boomtown

Handsome Kevin got a little off track

Took a year off college and he never went back

Now he smokes too much, he’s got a permanent hack

Deals dope out of Denny’s, keeps a table in the back

He always listens to the ground

Always listens to the ground

Well, the ambulance arrived too late

I guess she didn’t want to wait

Nathan’s version was a sarcastic commentary on society’s obsession with “growth.” Harder, faster, stronger, better! Get out of the way, trees – here comes progress! was a chant you often heard in those days.

He got seriously into hallucinogenics while we were all living in Vic, and I remember him saying once, “If I don’t drink of a cup of mushroom tea (that’s magic mushrooms) every morning, I feel funny.” Even at the time, in my mental haze and serious confusion, I knew that some people just aren’t mentally sound enough to take hallucinogenics, and he was definitely one of them. He was paranoid, insecure, and just generally lost, like so many of us in that time and place.

I still have this one memory of him from those days, because it cut me to the core. I think he really was on to something in what he wanted from life, but he just became so lost. I think he saw clearly all of our society’s foibles, all of its failings, but like many other people in the world who turn to drugs out of disillusionment, he didn’t know how to reconcile his awareness with living in day-to-day reality.

He was standing on Douglas Street, playing his drum and singing The Melodians song Rivers of Babylon while he cried, which was chillingly prophetic of things to come. . .

By the rivers of Babylon

Where he sat down

And there he wept

When he remembered Zion

Oh, from the wicked carry us away from captivity

Required from us a song

How can we singing out for song in a strange land?

So let the words of our mouths

And the meditations of our hearts

Be acceptable in thy sight

Override

Repeat chorus

How can we singing out for song in a strange land?

Yes, he was a stranger in a strange land, searching for his song.

A while later he went camping with his girlfriend and a mutual friend. He was on mushrooms and the girls were on acid. He was, as usual, having a bad trip, and he decided to go for a walk to clear his head. This was around two in the morning. His girlfriend asked him to not go far, and to call back to her every now and then so she knew where he was. He agreed.

Once he left the campsite, he did call back to her every few minutes, but his voice was getting farther and farther away. At one point she heard him scream the word “Never!” That was the last time she heard him.

He didn’t come back, so in the morning the girls called the police, who sent out rescue teams, and at around noon they found his body.

He had drowned in the river. His hands were covered in scrapes from where he had tried to pull himself out using the long grass on the banks, but being on mushrooms had made him sluggish and unable to swim or move with any strength.

I got on the ferry when I heard and went to see his girlfriend. She was curled into herself, shocked and broken. Three of us sat around her, not saying anything, because there was nothing to say. I had picked a lilac blossom from a tree on my way to her house, and I left it on the floor in front of her when I had to go; she didn’t see it right away because she was crouched over on the floor, her long hair covering her face.

We found out that his parents hadn’t heard from him for three months before his death, and they had had no idea where he was. His body was flown back to them in Ontario.

So while all of this was going on, I was living at Marcia’s place of increasing madness. She was becoming paranoid, insisting that people were watching her house and putting stuff in her drinking water. She wouldn’t let any of us drink out of the tap, and would walk around her property, showing us these trails that were obviously made by deer and telling us that that’s where people were sitting and taking pictures of the house. She believed her phone was tapped as well. At around this point, the few people there who were sane started leaving, and I was wondering if I should too. Marcia made it easy for me one day by kicking me out for no reason, so that was that.

Ironically, Caitlin (the girl who Arael had lost his virginity to) and I had become good friends. She was back in Alberta, and we were talking on the phone and writing letters. We sort of bonded over our mutual frustration and disgust with Arael. She, being the smartie that she was, could see long before I did that I needed to get the hell out of that whole scene, and she had offered for me to come stay with her and her family in Calgary. I hadn’t said yes because I was still committed to the cause of saving the trees, but once Marcia kicked me out and the Peace Camp was in ashes, I had little other choice. It was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Because I was broke, Caitlin sent me the money to get on a Greyhound and come see her. I got a big goodbye from all the crazy people still at Marcia’s, and she told me that “we would talk when I came back.” I remember looking at her thinking, “Seriously? I am so never coming back here, lady. Peace out.”

In the weeks that followed, Marcia kicked everyone else out one by one, even the people she claimed to love trust as friends; one guy in particular named Cliff and she had been really close, and I know she trusted him. But her paranoia was completely taking over, so he was gone too. The day after he was kicked out he came back to pick up his dog’s poop on the lawn, and she called the police on him. So that was that. I have no idea what happened to her.

I was on my way to a new city, a new chapter.

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