Post by Revant on Nov 17, 2013 19:40:32 GMT -8
[Name]
Revant
[Race]
Angel
[Mortal Age (appears)]
27
[Actual Age]
327 (Angelic rebirth occurred approximately 300 years postmortem)
[Powers]
Shining Cannon: (Character Specific Power) When in his Angelic form, Revant has the ability to focus blessings (Mana) and fire the built up energy through his hand. The blast resembles cannon fodder and can be fired in moderate repetition
Holy Wave: (Character Specific Power) Using this as a last result Revant can release all of his blessings by focusing the energy to his hands. A tidal wave of white, static energy rushes from his hands consuming anything of sinful nature, but once used Revant will loose his energy, and become unconscious.
Divine Storm: (Character Specific Power) When exposing his wings, Revant can release feathers, filled with divine energy, that can be detonated with the explosive power of a hand grenade. . They can only be moved at the normal speed of a feather and are manipulated by the wind.
Aerokinesis: The ability to manipulate the air.
Empathy: Ability to feel energies around oneself, meaning if someone is secretly upset one will take on the emotion of the person. Can also sense other strong presences.
Flight: Flight does not count as a power if it comes from a physical form (i.e. Wings, a mechanical device or contraption).
Power - 15
Human Strength x3
Human Speed x3
Human Senses x3
[Race Specific Attributes - Divine Being (Pure or Fallen)]
Foresight: All divine beings have at least limited gifts of precognition, often in the form of visions or dreams.
Knowledge of Magick: An understanding of how magic and powers work. This does not mean that they possess any special powers, but they have a natural ability in using new powers, and performing magic.
Dreamweaving: Pure Only Pure divine beings possess the ability to create dreams in mortals and occasionally other supernatural beings.
The White Light: The ability to put a restless spirit to rest, to allow them to cross over.
Blood Poison: Divine beings can be poisoned if demon blood enters their system.
[Weaponry]
Demon’s Bane: Enchanted A long sword, pale blue blade, wielded by Revant at all times. When in his Angelic form, Demon’s Bane becomes blessed with holy energy that flows through Revant himself. Forged by from Satan’s feathers after he fell from heaven, Demon’s Bane releases holy energy, easily slicing through demonic forces.
[Appearance]
His mid-long, straight blond hair usually covers part of his face. Revant holds himself high. Straight posture, standing at 6’1 and tone body. Pale skin his hidden underneath his Sunday’s best, white dress shirt, and black jeans. His blue iris surrounds…..a white pupil. His dress shoes always kept pristine, not a scuff or stain anywhere on his person.
[Personality]
AT first seeming arrogant Revant, like any being that isn’t God, tries to follow his lords law as closely as possible. But at times falters. He pushes for a friendly attitude, and good morals, but doesn’t hesitate to correct anyone on a religion, influencing topic.
[Demeanor]
Revant being on a task for God, holds himself to a standard above his fellows. He keeps his mind on his journey as much as he can, but strays at times. Revant seeks for his fellow people to enjoy his company, but knows that is a goal that will seldom come true.
[History]
After being accepted into heaven Revant worked hard for his right to be called an angel. When he reached the point of approval by god, he sought a new goal, to become the archangel. On his trek for his new goal God approached him with a new task. A booming voice filled his mind, as he trained his swordsmanship.
“Revant. I ask of you, will you travel to the land I have manifested, and place judgment on those who reside there?”
“My lord. This task is almost unbearable, to place judgment on a creation of the holy father. This is a task fit for yourself is it not?” Revant spoke in a fearful, pitiful tone.
“True, but I have constructed this task for you. If done correctly you shall pass into the hall of archangels. And reside with me.” The voice boomed in Revants mind again. A slight softer tone though.
Revant flips his sword so the hilt is facing upwards. Kneeling down with his left hand in a fist, over his heart he spoke with a flame of passion. “By the grace of your holiness I accept this task! The sins of man will be judged fairly for the lord to sentence.”
“Thank you, Revant. Return soon with your decision.”
Revant left the arena, and made the journey to the pure hall, where angels reside. Angels of multiple race fly back and forth carrying either weaponry or books, studying or sparing. Revant made his way on foot, to a near by pedestal. Upon it sat a book the lie open to a random page. Revant immediately scanned the page for the information he seeked. Revant turned to a near by rack that seemed to appear after reading in the book. Upon it rested a set of armor, silver, and prestigious. He reached forward and the armor began to shake. One by one the pieces of armor smacked into Revants body as if he were magnetic. They snapped themselves together, and fit perfect. The only way god does things. Revant turned, now in his armor, wings expanded he leaned forward a fell down as if he planned on smacking his face on the ground. But he fell though the cloud like flooring. He opened his eyes to reveal a black area filled with millions of other angels surrounding earth. They float, armor covering them. The Light of God gleaming from them.
“Hmh. So stars, are angels, waiting to destroy the human race…….ironic.”
Revant flew past the angels, and hurled himself closer and closer to earth. Passing through the atmosphere he felt flames hit, then slide off his armor as if he were being his with a kind of slime. He could feel mortal being staring at him in awe.
“…..And I guess shooting stars are actually falling angels.”
Revant fell closer and closer to the earth. As he came within feet of the ground, Revant opened his wings, spinning his body, and floating above the ground for a moment before landing one foot at a time, softly. Revant’s armor sheds but almost simply dissipates like steam into the air. Underneath are clothes that fit the modern style. And in his pocket, a pale blue switchblade.
Revant
[Race]
Angel
[Mortal Age (appears)]
27
[Actual Age]
327 (Angelic rebirth occurred approximately 300 years postmortem)
[Powers]
Shining Cannon: (Character Specific Power) When in his Angelic form, Revant has the ability to focus blessings (Mana) and fire the built up energy through his hand. The blast resembles cannon fodder and can be fired in moderate repetition
Holy Wave: (Character Specific Power) Using this as a last result Revant can release all of his blessings by focusing the energy to his hands. A tidal wave of white, static energy rushes from his hands consuming anything of sinful nature, but once used Revant will loose his energy, and become unconscious.
Divine Storm: (Character Specific Power) When exposing his wings, Revant can release feathers, filled with divine energy, that can be detonated with the explosive power of a hand grenade. . They can only be moved at the normal speed of a feather and are manipulated by the wind.
Aerokinesis: The ability to manipulate the air.
Empathy: Ability to feel energies around oneself, meaning if someone is secretly upset one will take on the emotion of the person. Can also sense other strong presences.
Flight: Flight does not count as a power if it comes from a physical form (i.e. Wings, a mechanical device or contraption).
Power - 15
Human Strength x3
Human Speed x3
Human Senses x3
[Race Specific Attributes - Divine Being (Pure or Fallen)]
Foresight: All divine beings have at least limited gifts of precognition, often in the form of visions or dreams.
Knowledge of Magick: An understanding of how magic and powers work. This does not mean that they possess any special powers, but they have a natural ability in using new powers, and performing magic.
Dreamweaving: Pure Only Pure divine beings possess the ability to create dreams in mortals and occasionally other supernatural beings.
The White Light: The ability to put a restless spirit to rest, to allow them to cross over.
Blood Poison: Divine beings can be poisoned if demon blood enters their system.
[Weaponry]
Demon’s Bane: Enchanted A long sword, pale blue blade, wielded by Revant at all times. When in his Angelic form, Demon’s Bane becomes blessed with holy energy that flows through Revant himself. Forged by from Satan’s feathers after he fell from heaven, Demon’s Bane releases holy energy, easily slicing through demonic forces.
[Appearance]
His mid-long, straight blond hair usually covers part of his face. Revant holds himself high. Straight posture, standing at 6’1 and tone body. Pale skin his hidden underneath his Sunday’s best, white dress shirt, and black jeans. His blue iris surrounds…..a white pupil. His dress shoes always kept pristine, not a scuff or stain anywhere on his person.
[Personality]
AT first seeming arrogant Revant, like any being that isn’t God, tries to follow his lords law as closely as possible. But at times falters. He pushes for a friendly attitude, and good morals, but doesn’t hesitate to correct anyone on a religion, influencing topic.
[Demeanor]
Revant being on a task for God, holds himself to a standard above his fellows. He keeps his mind on his journey as much as he can, but strays at times. Revant seeks for his fellow people to enjoy his company, but knows that is a goal that will seldom come true.
[History]
After being accepted into heaven Revant worked hard for his right to be called an angel. When he reached the point of approval by god, he sought a new goal, to become the archangel. On his trek for his new goal God approached him with a new task. A booming voice filled his mind, as he trained his swordsmanship.
“Revant. I ask of you, will you travel to the land I have manifested, and place judgment on those who reside there?”
“My lord. This task is almost unbearable, to place judgment on a creation of the holy father. This is a task fit for yourself is it not?” Revant spoke in a fearful, pitiful tone.
“True, but I have constructed this task for you. If done correctly you shall pass into the hall of archangels. And reside with me.” The voice boomed in Revants mind again. A slight softer tone though.
Revant flips his sword so the hilt is facing upwards. Kneeling down with his left hand in a fist, over his heart he spoke with a flame of passion. “By the grace of your holiness I accept this task! The sins of man will be judged fairly for the lord to sentence.”
“Thank you, Revant. Return soon with your decision.”
Revant left the arena, and made the journey to the pure hall, where angels reside. Angels of multiple race fly back and forth carrying either weaponry or books, studying or sparing. Revant made his way on foot, to a near by pedestal. Upon it sat a book the lie open to a random page. Revant immediately scanned the page for the information he seeked. Revant turned to a near by rack that seemed to appear after reading in the book. Upon it rested a set of armor, silver, and prestigious. He reached forward and the armor began to shake. One by one the pieces of armor smacked into Revants body as if he were magnetic. They snapped themselves together, and fit perfect. The only way god does things. Revant turned, now in his armor, wings expanded he leaned forward a fell down as if he planned on smacking his face on the ground. But he fell though the cloud like flooring. He opened his eyes to reveal a black area filled with millions of other angels surrounding earth. They float, armor covering them. The Light of God gleaming from them.
“Hmh. So stars, are angels, waiting to destroy the human race…….ironic.”
Revant flew past the angels, and hurled himself closer and closer to earth. Passing through the atmosphere he felt flames hit, then slide off his armor as if he were being his with a kind of slime. He could feel mortal being staring at him in awe.
“…..And I guess shooting stars are actually falling angels.”
Revant fell closer and closer to the earth. As he came within feet of the ground, Revant opened his wings, spinning his body, and floating above the ground for a moment before landing one foot at a time, softly. Revant’s armor sheds but almost simply dissipates like steam into the air. Underneath are clothes that fit the modern style. And in his pocket, a pale blue switchblade.