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Divine Intervention

Finally managed to get a post up. I hope you like it!

Divine Intervention

Ten years was not very long in the eyes of an Angel, but ten years away from a home like heaven felt like a thousand. When the Constructs appeared, god sent out his Guardian Angels, those who connected themselves to humans in order to aid and protect them. Since the beginning of the war, Firaniel had connected himself to five people and had done his best to keep them alive. But in the end, they each were destroyed by these creatures. While the rush of connecting with someone was exhilarating, the feeling of losing a charge, someone you're connected to so deeply, was nearly crippling. It left a deep ache in one's chest that didn't go away until they connected to someone again. That was how Firaniel felt right now, as he soared high above the land in search of a new human to protect.

The snowy landscape underneath passed by quickly, as power wings flapped rhythmically, keeping the Guardian Angel in flight. If he had allowed himself to be visible, the humans still probably wouldn't have seen him. With his snow white hair and wings, pale skin, and almost entirely white clothing, he blended in with the landscape quite well. The only color that stood out on his was the purple and yellow patterns on his robes, and his strange violet eyes. Firaniel had the desire to land and play in the snow for a while, as he found great joy in doing so, but now was not the time. For he has a Construct in his sights. Whether there were humans around to connect to or not, it was his job to help the humans by slaying Constructs.

As he got close, his ears picked up sounds that he was hoping not to hear. The screams of humans. There must have been a group fighting, or trying to fight, the Construct. Firaniel cursed under his breath and speed up his flight, searching the ground below for any signs of them. It was only after dodging around the Construct that he found the group. Diving down he landed in the snow, eyes scanning for any survivors. He spotted at least one, a woman with platinum hair and an obviously broken leg. A man lay next to her, either dead or unconscious, he couldn't tell from here. The Construct had stirred up an avalanche that was quickly headed towards them. Firaniel made a split second decision, and was at the human's side in an instant.

There was no time to heal the woman's injury, or check to see if the man was even alive. The Guardian Angel crouched down in between the two, his hand hovering over the woman's back. A small amount of his power entered her, connecting him to her soul. He could instantly feel her distress, the pain from her leg, everything. Now visible to his new charge, Firaniel stretched his wings out to cover both the woman and the man, something that was against his nature to do in a dangerous situation. Calling upon his Ice magic, Firaniel splayed his fingers out and lifted his hands above his hands. As his hands raised, a dome of ice rose up around the two humans. As long as Firaniel's magic was protecting them, the avalanche wouldn't harm them any further. Especially because he was protecting a charge at the time, which meant his magic was stronger. It was part of the reason he had chosen her as his next one.

Firaniel had two choices when it came to the woman's injury. He could either transfer it over to himself, or use Healing magic on it. Considering that he couldn't heal himself and would have to suffer with a broken leg, just healing it definitely sounded like the better choice. He mainly used the transferring of wounds if it was something that would kill the human before he could heal it. After all, it took far more to kill him that it did a human. Unfortunately, using both Healing and Ice magic at the same time was difficult. But if he put down the shield now, the Construct was going to kill the humans. A small sigh escaped his lips, then his focus sharpened. One of his hands changed from being over his head, to hovering over the woman's broken leg. "This may hurt, but try not to move." He muttered as Healing magic began to pour from his fingertips into the woman's leg. Almost instantly, broken bone began to shift back into place and repair itself.

Fire Emblem Awakening: The Crusade

@Fenfeir Yup. When you have it completed let us know and we'll check it out for approval.

AGE OF DAWN

@Dead Cruiser Wow, way to take what I worked hard on and crap all over it. A shitty Batman? Really? Constructive criticism is one thing but that isn't, it's just plain rude.

That's the second time you've shot down my character idea. You've being extremely strict about some things, yet you'll accept the incredibly boring ranger character without second though.

As much as I'm interested in the concept of this RP, I'm not going to fight you every step of the way, just to end up with a character I hate in order to please you. As such, I will be removing my interest from this.

Fire Emblem Awakening: The Crusade

@chukklehed Yes, much better. You have my approval.

@Fenfeir For something you accidentally posted, I like it so far. But keep in mind that all weapon ranks are starting at D, no B rank.

Fire Emblem Awakening: The Crusade

@chukklehed Hi, Co-GM here adding on that I'd like more than two sentences for personality.

Spear Fighter (Also known as Soldier) is a really cool none mounted lance class.

AGE OF DAWN

Here's my character! I kept the history and personality sections short because quite frankly, I hate to develop a character fully before the RP starts. They always build themselves after I start playing them.

Aisling the Hunter

Name: Aisling Treoir

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Aisling is not unfamiliar with the phrase pretty boy. He stands at about six feet tall. He's built almost entire of lean muscle, due to his metabolism and lifestyle, there's very little to no fat on his body. He has overlong and somewhat messy, sandy brown hair, which he likes to wear loose, but will tie it up if he needs to in order to keep it out of his face. His eyes are a strange pale blue that makes them look almost colorless. His skin is fair and mostly unblemished, save for a light dusting of freckles across his nose and a few mismatched scars. He is always clean shaven, mainly because he is incapable of growing facial hair. He likes to wear light and loose clothing with minimal armor, but carries a thick, hooded, cloak with him for winter months or cold nights. He always has some sort of headband on, usually colored some shade of blue.

Personality: Aisling is not a loner, but he does enjoy being alone more than being with the company of others. That being said, he will not ignore people when they speak to him, or put up any defenses to make people want to leave him alone. By nature he is serious and goal oriented, able to stay on task and not get distracted by petty things. He isn't the most talkative person, but has been known to chatter about subjects he's passionate about. He's clever and has a sharp wit, able to keep a cool head and think his way out of bad situations. Despite being okay around people, he doesn't do well with teamwork, as he always fights alone. He adapts quickly though and is a fast learner.

History: Aisling has never known a true home. Ever since he can remember, his parents have been travelling around in a covered wagon. As healers, they travelled the land helping anybody in need, regardless of who they were. Even when he was very young, his parents could tell that his vision was sharper than theirs, so they put him to work earlier, making him their lookout. After he grew a little bit and got a little strong, his father started teaching him how to use a bow, so that he would able to defend himself if needed. Though he struggled at first, he quickly picked up the art and began improving. In about half a year he was good enough to be able to hunt game and bring it back to his parents for supplies.

Aisling was taught to be kind to people, and to not discriminate against them. But those teachings only stayed with him a short while. Because when he was thirteen, a group of barbarians took advantage of his parent's kindness and killed both of them, all for the meager supplies in their wagon. The only reason Aisling survived was because he saw them coming, and his parents made him take the horse and leave. But, as grief and hatred clouded his judgment, he returned to what was left of the wagon, buried his parents, and then set out to hunt down the barbarians. With both his normal vision, and night vision, better than the average person's, he tracked them down and struck their camp in the middle of the night, slaying each and every one of them.

After the initial shock of his first kills wore off, Aisling realized what he had done, and that it wouldn't stop with his parents. More innocent people would die because of barbarians like these. It was then and there that he vowed to fight the barbarians, try and keep them at bay, and keep as many innocent people alive as he possibly could. He bends his knee to no king and allies himself with no nation, instead choosing to do what his parents did and help people, though in his own, slightly twisted way. He's travelled ever since, living almost entirely outside of civilization, hunting down barbarians and trying to make the world a little bit safer.

Journey: Aisling has incredibly sharp eyesight, he sees further and notices things faster than most others. This coupled with a lot of hard work and lightning fast reflexes has made him one of, if not the, best snipers in land. He utilizes these skills, along with the survival skills he has picked up, to leave the safety of the nations and hunt the barbarians that roam about. He has been known to take out entire groups before, sometimes before they even know he is there. He is not without mercy though, if the barbarians aren't terrorizing anybody, he leaves them be.

Ideals: Aisling's greatest desire is to help people, but due to his parent's death, that has been warped into something much darker than becoming a healer. He feels that the best way he can help people is through using his skills with a bow, rather than what little he knows about treating injuries.

Holdings: Aisling has with him a longbow and a quiver full of arrows, both of which he made himself and has the supplies to make and maintain. He also has with him a pair of short swords, in case he needs to fight in short range. With him at all times is his companion, and as he jokes his wife, a snow white horse named Ion. In the bags of her saddle are all the supplies Aisling needs to survive in the wilds, including a bedroll, water skins, a small supply of food, fire starting equipment, cooking supplies, etc.

AGE OF DAWN

Oops, didn't realize the OOC was up. Will get to working on my character in a little while.

Divine Intervention

I've been pretty busy, and will still be today. I'll get to posting tonight.

Divine Intervention

Firaniel

Name: Firaniel

Age: Unknown, numbering in the thousands.

Gender: Male

Race: Guardian Angel

Race Info: Guardian Angel's connect themselves to a single person at a time, thus becoming that person's protector. Like all other types of angels, they are known for their large white wings which can be used for flight. Guardian Angels can specialize in several different types of magic, which depends on the individual. When a Guardian Angel connects itself to a person, their are bound in such a way that they can sense the emotions of the person, they can also feel their pain and transfer the person's wounds to their own body. Guardian Angels are one of the few types of angels that can actually die, though it takes much more to kill one that it does a human. Guardian Angels heal at a much faster rate than that of humans. They don't require food or water to live, though some still enjoy eating and drinking simply because they can. Their wings, while powerful enough to carry them in flight, are also rather delicate. When threatened, a Guardian Angel will usually press their wings against their backs. Guardian Angels have the choice to appear to just the person they're connected to, or to multiple people at once.

Appearance:

Firaniel is over six feet tall, with a wingspan of over fifteen feet, from wing tip to wing tip. He has a slender, almost feminine build. He has extremely long white hair that is tied up neatly, and strange violet colored eyes.

Personality: Firaniel is a quiet and serious individual. He's just a bit shy and doesn't like talking very much. He'll answer questions, but in the shortest way possible and certainly won't be the one to start up conversations. He has a strong sense of justice and duty and will do just about anything to make sure his job gets done. He's kind and by nature incredibly protective. He doesn't hesitate when it comes to protecting the person he's connected to, and doesn't care if he gets hurt in the process. He very rarely smiles or laughs, but when he does, you know it's genuine.

Magic: Firaniel's magic is broken down into two different types, Ice and Healing. With Ice magic he can shape the element however he pleases and use it in a variety of different ways, it takes energy to use. It depends on how he uses it and what he does with it, exactly how much energy it takes. With Healing magic he can fix broken bones, repair damaged body pieces, and even cure some illnesses. He cannot reattach missing limbs or cure every type of illness. He can't use Healing magic on himself, because the loss of energy combined with the Healing can do more harm than good, but he can use it on other angels and humans.

Other: Due to his element affinity, he prefers cold weather to hot. He's been known to stand out in the snow, bare feet and all, for hours at a time. When not working and protecting the person he's connected to, Firaniel's favorite thing to do is read books or fly.