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Name: Zaphkiel
Codename: Zaphkiel goes singularly by his true name
Age: Timeless
Gender: Genderless, referred to as male
Place of Birth: Heaven

Affiliations: Heaven
Occupation: None

Powers:
As an angelic being (and at that, mechanical), Zaphkiel forgoes the need for basic sustenance; he requires no meals, liquids, air, or sleep. His mechanical body suffers no pain, and his forged mind is built to lack the capacity for fear. In addition his supernatural form displays a much greater fortitude than mundane humans, able to survive conditions such as extreme cold or heat or live after receiving normally fatal damage as from a bullet or blade. His body is not indestructible to mundane attacks, however, and he is less tough against supernatural effects, especially pure magic. Being associated with holiness, Zaphkiel is adept at the task of hunting down entities considered evil, demonic, or otherwise, able to deal out punishment with greater efficiency than other supernatural entities dissociated with holiness. He can call upon heavenly powers from above, or mete out his own as light-based attacks capable of unleashing incredible destruction. Unlike the Archangel Michael, however, his abilities are less indiscriminate, having the miraculous effect of leaving the innocent absolutely unharmed no matter how fierce his attacks. Structures, unfortunately, do not enjoy the same benefit. Additionally, innocents with associations to darkness or "evil" (such as demons with good intentions) do not gain the same protection.

Zaphkiel's presence naturally soothes the minds of individuals who look upon him, though it is not capable of utterly pacifying fairly angry individuals; after all, the two emotions can occur at the same time in one individual. Particularly angry (or similarly negative emotions) individuals will still feel angry, but at the same time sense a distant happiness. So to does this aura cause the mundane to think twice about striking him or doing something counter to his wishes. His touch, while not as strong as other supers, can slowly heal the afflicted, or at the very least ease their pain.

While the rest of his body is made of steel, Zaphkiel's wings are fleshy, made of soft feathers and bearing powerful musculature. With them, Zaphkiel can take flight indefinitely (having nearly limitless stamina) at speeds up to 100 mph. Zaphkiel has the ability to return to Heaven at his discretion, though his time there functions at a much faster pace than in the real world; staying too long may result in him returning to Earth all too late.

Zaphkiel also benefits from increased innate strength, as well as speed and reaction times. His strength is such that things like cars can be tipped over with ease, though heavier objects require a bit more strength out of him. His running speed is only just greater than that of a decent sprinter, being quite heavy and lumbering on legs for an angel.

Lesser known powers Zaphkiel possess include an innate knowledge of all monarchies of the world, their histories, and the people presiding over them. As an angel of the Thrones, he embodies the very nature of ruling, and therefore absorbs all knowledge pertaining to said subject. Additionally, Zaphkiel has the peculiar ability to speak for the mute, to speak to the deaf (not telepathic), and to be seen by the blind.

Zaphkiel's "hands" appear solid, semi-transparent with greenish-blue auras. Made of "hardened light", Zaphkiel can morph them into any shape he wishes, though they have limited size. Commonly, he converts his left hand into an elongated beam of light, capable of cutting through metals like butter. By his will, he can call upon a shield to materialize before him whose structure is indestructible to the mundane (but still extremely resilient to the supernatural). Between the prongs of the shield, light barriers can form during combat to maximize the protective coverage.

Being made of armor itself, Zaphkiel does not 'die' but rather becomes incapacitated if his limbs are separated from his chest piece (his torso holds his soul, not his head). Regardless, his mind will remain awake, though incapable of doing anything until he is reassembled by someone with supernatural forging powers.

Skills:
Zaphkiel is an adept warrior, capable of wielding melee weaponry with extreme efficacy (though is particularly good with swords). Though slower in movement, his attacks are professional and fierce, put exactly where they need to be, when they need to be without fail. His memory is also perfect, being capable of recalling even the tiniest of events hundreds of years into the past. Nothing slips past him, and debts will always be repaid. Zaphkiel is also excellent at keeping track of time, able to discern the exact time without a watch somehow, possibly related to his great memory. Some individuals believe he simply counts every second in the back of his mind 24/7.

Equipment/Resources:
Though technically it is his own body, Zaphkiel's armor is practically invulnerable to mundane weaponry, capable of shrugging off the attempts of a civilian to penetrate it with a common blade or firearm. Especially powerful mundane weapons, however, can present a danger; things like large explosives, artillery, and high-powered energy weapons have a chance of breaking through his armor. Supernatural attacks such lightning bolts or firebolts (just as an example) encounter Zaphkiel's armor as if it were what mundane armor is to mundane weapons. His armor can be melted, punctured, or cut in (in extreme cases) given a sufficiently strong supernatural attack. Demonic powers are especially potent.

Weaknesses:
Zaphkiel's body is incapable of regeneration, succumbing to sufficient damage without hope of returning to normal without an angel (or superhero capable of unnatural forging) to help him. In addition, demonic entities benefit from increased attack damage upon Zaphkiel (though, to be fair, the same holds true vice-versa), putting him at great risk but high reward against the entities of Hell (or whatever the culture calls their underworld-esque residence).

Comedically, Zaphkiel is about the worst person you could take along for a stealthy mission; his armor is clamorous with every step, and he cannot dispel the naturally abundant light his body gives off. In the dark, Zaphkiel is a spotlight, easily seen even from afar.

Psychological Profile:
Despite being a fabricated entity, Zaphkiel does not sport the common "robot-like" lack of emotions that others do. As far as anyone is concerned, he is a fully emotional being capable of expressing love, anger, sadness, joy, among others. The only emotion Zaphkiel lacks, however, is fear, having said emotion removed from his soul upon his creation. Boredom, too, is something people rarely see in Zaphkiel, though most attribute this to his extreme sense of patience and consideration. As opposed to other archangels, Zaphkiel is strangely tolerant towards others, almost to a detrimental degree; he will speak about evil individuals with respect regardless of their offenses. Regardless, he is beholden to stop them by whatever means necessary, despite his apparent lack of spite. In truth he holds plenty of distaste for certain individuals, but chooses to remain upright and calm, his mouth clean of obscenities or anger.

In battle, Zaphkiel is fearless, valiant, and driven. Being quite genre-savvy, Zaphkiel is not easily tricked by individuals attempting to exploit mercy, and will apprehend criminals with nary a moment for them to explain their actions. In this sense, Zaphkiel can 'jump the gun' quite often, being an individual designed solely to apprehend and punish anyone who even remotely breaks the law. While not overzealous, this can get Zaphkiel into trouble when his punishment seems a tad bit too strong for the crime involved.

Biography:
When the prospect of angels rebelling against God came into fruition with Lucifer's actions, the heavenly host sought to replace the servants of god with a more obedient task force out of fear for their lord. The entities known as the Ophanim were forged to serve as the protectors of God's throne, and thus were similarly known as the Thrones. Zaphkiel was one of these fabricated individuals, made to serve God and protect his ruling state with utter compliance and a lack of rebelliousness or desire for power and fame. For an eternity, Zaphkiel served there in heaven, unmoving in his profession.

However, as the Awakening unleashed itself upon Earth, the appearance of demons and similarly evil entities became well known, and the heavenly host recruited its members to aid humanity against the opposing forces. Zaphkiel was but one angel sent to their aid, along with others such as Archangel Michael, who bestowed his powers upon a mane name -fittingly- Gabriel. Unable to exercise such powers, Zaphkiel offered his true body in service upon Earth, rather than granting his powers for use as Michael did.

For years Zaphkiel specifically targeted the archenemy of Heaven, slaying and banishing demons wherever they may be. Eventually Zaphkiel came upon an incident in which a young girl in Germany had come under duress of a demonic possession; one so far gone that he could not hope to vanquish it without killing the girl herself. Such cases were always difficult, and why he always hesitated. He could not discern if the afflicted persons were suffering, or if they were even still there. Thus far, Zaphkiel resorted each time to slaying the poor innocent, and subsequently killing the demon in the process. But here, faced with such a young lass, his hesitation was even stronger. The demon seemingly remained inactive within her, allowing the girl to remain 'normal', but in truth holding complete control over her already.

The demon would only truly show its colors if Zaphkiel had left her alone. He would, of course, do no such thing. Zaphkiel resolved to remain with the girl under hopes that as long as he remained in her presence, the demon would not dare take over; if it did, he ultimately would have to return to his old tactics. Such an event has been explained to the girl several times before, and she has complied, understanding of the issue at hand.

The girl accompanied Zaphkiel, having told her parents of the situation. The angel needed to venture elsewhere, but for her to remain herself, she would need to follow. After a few years together, the girl recommended Zaphkiel forgoe his lonesome work and join the League, being a big fan of the organization herself. If she were to remain there, he could move without her for longer periods of time without fear; there were other holy individuals in the League to help, and possibly, to get rid of the demon where Zaphkiel could not.
Edited my post accordingly.
So what exactly does this probation entail?
Volt closed his eyes as Agnes pressed the button; mission accomplished. If she were a telepath as well Agnes would have gotten an even bigger kick out of comprehending Volt's life flashing before his eyes. Agnes held back a few more bouts of laughter, lips tightening as if they were a dam bracing against the tides. She giggled here and there, clenching her stomach in genuine entertainment, and pulled out a phew more bang-snaps from her pocket, rolling them in her hand.

"Man you really thought this thing was legit? I don't need a detonator to- GACK!" Agnes clenched her own throat as Cordelia's shadow grasped the incorporeal representation of herself. Agnes eyes clenched shut as she struggled to remove what wasn't there. Soon enough, however, the tension was released and Agnes gasped in relief, breathing heavily for a second before the salt was added to the wound. Agnes yelped as a bucket fell upon her head, hurting a tad but furthermore drenching her in water.

Her groans reverberated underneath the metal pail, and Agnes tipped the bucket off of her head with a flick of her fingers. She was clearly unamused, but in truth she had expected as much. Too bad she can't blow up shadows. That would mean killing Cordelia. The source of the bucket's appearance was unknown, but such a mild prank was the least of her worries; she cared little to enact revenge on the conjurer.

"...blow things up," Agnes finished her prior sentence. She'd broken the ice and introduced herself, so all was well in her eyes. The shadow had caused no true physical damage, and water was easily removed. The backlash she had received was negligible. Agnes pocketed her wettened bang-snaps and wiped her face of water. She returned to her normal demeanor, smiling devilishly. "I'll be tracking water around the place, not my problem," she claimed. Agnes shook each of her limbs in turn and kicked the bucket aside simply for fun, knocking it into some nameless super's heels.

Eventually Agnes time with company was cut short, as the super-chick Apogee had deemed it necessary to escort her off the premises, along with ground her. Punishment for this incident? It's not like she would learn anything from it; Agnes couldn't pull off the same trick again anyways!

"Really? Come on..." Agnes groaned, slightly resisting being pushed towards the exit. "What am I supposed to do for fun now? No toys to tinker with, no people to talk to! This is torture!" Agnes complained jokingly. She'd been on her lonesome for a good length of her life, and being shunned from the group wouldn't affect her much. Still, it was an inconvenience. She had only just gotten started getting to know people. Luckily, however, opportunity came knocking; a riot at the local prison. Agnes eyes lit up with adventure and eagerness. This could be her time to shine! The cackling crime-fighter known as Killjoy rushed at the opportunity until her recollection finally came through.

All of her equipment was being confiscated. Agnes dropped to her knees and pleaded to the ceiling. "Why!?" But wait, Agnes paused, mulling over in her active mind how to avert this boring situation. The girl seemed distraught upon the ground before the guard that had escorted her, but she in fact was devising a mischievous plot to escape. It'd frighten some people, sure, but Agnes needed that stuff if she was to maintain sanity during her probation.

Agnes focused on the contents of her guitar case, mulling through the countless objects that could considered "explosives". Truthfully, she didn't have anything substantial within; just a few firecrackers and... a smoke bomb. If it were something to be worried about, the tech in this Hall would have sent her straight to jail already, as Apogee pointed out earlier. What she had there was but child's play compared to the fun toys she had stashed around the city.

With the simple muttering of 'bang', her guitar case erupted in smoke, pushing out a cloud of opaqueness around the area. Agnes dashed for the security of the cloud and for her packages, salvaging a few items she could; a super-soaker outfitted to become a flamethrower (though was lacking in ammunition), a taser gun, a few other smoke grenades, and a pack of chewing gum. Best way to pass the time. It was, after all, blowing things up in a sense.

Agnes darted through the smoke after retrieving her stuff and for the exit, intending to reach the scene of the riot while the action was still hot.

"I can hear them now," Agnes spoke to herself, still in a full sprint, "Ow ow, don't tase me bro!" She laughed to herself and made for the Cook County Jail, hoping to show the League just what she was capable of. Of course, she'd make a few stop along the way...
Obviously I wouldn't bring a fake detonator anywhere. But evidently Agnes would.
LeeRoy said
There is really no agreeing to disagree,it was a really dumb idea.


Yes. Firecrackers she had retrieved from the bags and put in her pocket. Bang-snaps are smaller than pennies, so it's completely within reason to have a handful in her pocket.
I suppose I'll agree to disagree as well then, cause this isn't going anywhere. In any case, I'd just like to mention that the stuff she brought in was dropped at the League HQ's entrance, not at the door of the Common's Room; how you were able to perceive the bags I don't understand.
TheBiddz said
Yeah, but if you tried to tell me that someone in this rp wouldnt be able to make SUPER bombs, I wouldnt believe you. So they still have every right to freak out about it


But what does having the ability to make a super bomb have to do with the intent to use it?

Polyphemus said
That's true, but you've characterized Agnes as an unstable and unpredictable pyromaniac- I don't think anyone was going to assume her intent was benevolent.


Unstable and unpredictable are mutually exclusive from intelligent and aware. Once again, she's crazy, not dumb. A serial killer could be unstable and unpredictable, but you think they'd off someone in the middle of a police HQ if they intended to get away with it? At that, Agnes certainly isn't suicidal.
Polyphemus said
Brandish a gun near some cops sometime. Don't threaten to use it, just brandish it. See what happens.It's the same basic concept. Holding a detonator is the same as saying "Listen up, fellas, I'm going to set off some explosives."EDIT: Please don't think I'm trying to be rude to you or anything like that. I'm just a little surprised by how nonchalant everyone is being.


Except, as I'm sure you realize, these guys aren't cops. :P
Among other things, a bomb is just a man-made object as powerful and dangerous (or even less powerful) than the innate abilities of every breathing person in that room. The detonator is just more "visible". It all depends on the intents of the person wielding them.

Two people walk into a room; one who can create explosions with their mind, and one with a detonator in their hands. Both look equally angry. Do you care about the difference, or are you afraid of both of them?
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