Name
Parael "Magnus"
Speaking my true name might melt your brain and the brain of anyone around, so I try to avoid it. Humans and supernaturals call me Parry.
Age
*SLAP* Rude! But I can say it's decidedly more than 6,000 years.
Gender
Oh, how cute! You think that's a thing! I guess you could call me a 'he' if it really bothers you that much.
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage
I abhor the term 'Angel.' It applies too many labels and carries too many connotations. We prefer to think of ourselves as Celestials. But then again, Angel does adequately describe my primary features- wings, fire sword, stunningly beautiful looks and tastes. As far as the other supernaturals go, I let them assume I'm a Magi of limited power and even less intelligence, or whatever they prefer to think. Coming right out and saying "I'm an Angel" tends to lead to uncomfortable questions like "Why did you let my brother die," and "Can God make a sandwich so big he couldn't eat it?" (The answers to those questions being, "It's complicated" and "Yes, and then they'd finish it, too!")
Plus Celestial blood tends to do crazy shit like make magi powers go nuclear or turn Vampires human, and I have no intention of being anything other than a voluntary donor of my own bodily fluids.
Parael "Magnus"
Speaking my true name might melt your brain and the brain of anyone around, so I try to avoid it. Humans and supernaturals call me Parry.
Age
*SLAP* Rude! But I can say it's decidedly more than 6,000 years.
Gender
Oh, how cute! You think that's a thing! I guess you could call me a 'he' if it really bothers you that much.
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage
I abhor the term 'Angel.' It applies too many labels and carries too many connotations. We prefer to think of ourselves as Celestials. But then again, Angel does adequately describe my primary features- wings, fire sword, stunningly beautiful looks and tastes. As far as the other supernaturals go, I let them assume I'm a Magi of limited power and even less intelligence, or whatever they prefer to think. Coming right out and saying "I'm an Angel" tends to lead to uncomfortable questions like "Why did you let my brother die," and "Can God make a sandwich so big he couldn't eat it?" (The answers to those questions being, "It's complicated" and "Yes, and then they'd finish it, too!")
Plus Celestial blood tends to do crazy shit like make magi powers go nuclear or turn Vampires human, and I have no intention of being anything other than a voluntary donor of my own bodily fluids.
Talents
I'm going to be very, very honest for once- I kinda forgot a lot of what makes my kind tick. I misplaced a lot of my ability to warp reality and smite the wicked back in Babylon when I worked in a temple of Ishtar as a part-timer. Man, between smoking premium herb and all the sacred prostitution... it makes you wish for that old time religion. But I kept most of the important bits! Mainly, my ability to create Runic Wards that I can tie to physical structures and a few items. How do they work? See, this line in the dirt? And this can of mortal mace? Imagine you want to kill everyone across that line. Now cross it and spray yourself in the eyeballs. Here, I'll do it for you. See? Yes I'm going to use the whole can! You didn't step back across the line!
Other times I can use them to neutralize magic energy. It doesn't turn you human, just kind of turns the mojo down from an 11 to an 8. It's definitely useful for keeping the kids from nuking their neighbors.
I'm Solar-Powered, so I don't need to eat to keep going. Yay, waistline!
Finally, there's the Wings. They're ethereal for the most part- I had to clip them when I took my initial vacation. Had to navigate through the markets of Babylon without knocking over every stall. Can I call them up? Yeah. Can I use them to fly? Sure. Will I? I mean... they're kind of a dead giveaway as to what I am. So Hells no.
History:
So the official story that I tell everyone, human and otherwise, is that I came into town a few years ago and set up shop, moving away from sunny California. That's usually enough for both sides. Done and done.
Where I really come from? I guess you could say the upper Heavens. Paradise. Nirvana. The Clockmaker's Workshop. However you want to call it, the center of the Celestial Bureaucracy. It got tiring. I can't remember if I was filing reports or fighting demons, but I just knew I needed a break. I was talking to Murael while on assignment about how I needed some time off. Mur recommended I go take a hike through the Pyrenees or visit Babylon for a week or two. Live a little. See some of the things we were fighting for up close.
I took Mur up on it. I mean, Sargon was an interesting ruler and it was the region to be at the time, so I clipped my wings, stashed my sword, and down I went. But, you know, I get distracted by things. Namely, silk with pink and purple dye. It was my original weakness. I stayed in the markets, found work with Ishtar's temple as an acolyte, did some excellent smoking, became the number one temple prostitute of the cult, and a few years later I kind of decided I wanted to see the next city. And the next. And the next.
I got to New Camden a few years ago, set up shop like I usually do. Little Angels Day Care (real original, I know) on the city's north side. I got a permit for the building through de Lacy, then set up shop and did my thing. Diapers and playtime on weekdays, then a binge on new and interesting ways to enjoy drugs and sex on the weekends. Somewhere along the way, de Lacy caught wind of what I actually am and I started giving him a bit of blood every month as a tithe. He didn't share the source with anyone, but it gave the impression he either had a lot more power or a lot more money than he really did. I'm not too worried, though. He'll eventually burn out on the stuff. One day he's fine and dandy king of the court, the next there's a pants-wettingly huge crisis, he reaches for three bottles of liquid raw Celestial power, and it's "Look at me, ye poor mortals, and despair!" He'll cast a fireball, and he turn into a pillar of flame and ash. Along with half a city block. Then I'll pack up and head out.
I saw it before the last time I was in Chicago. I think that was... '71? '72? No, I mean 1871.
Anyway, I know my punch-card shows I'm seriously tardy with the crew upstairs but nobody has come to collect me yet, so I think I'll hit Chicago next. Or Detroit. Whichever one is safer. As a Celestial I know what happens after death, so that's no biggie. It's knowing I'll have to answer for that missed time on my punch card that scares the crap out of me. Do you know how long I'll have to work to get 4,000 years worth of Vacation days?
Psychological Profile:
My last girlfriend said I get distracted by material things too easily. Or maybe that was Charlie- he never complained about what I was buying, just that I was buying stuff. I can't help myself though! Upstairs, we got the flaming swords, white toga-things, and the occasional instrument. You mortals are so... creative! I just want to try everything out! I also have a soft spot for kids, especially supernatural ones. It sucks being told everything you have to do at every hour of the day, then add the fact that you may or may not be empowered by forces beyond your control? Yeah, you're in for a roller coaster ride, honey!
Possessions:
Gucci bag, Tom Ford suit, about a dozen different Hilfiger jeans, a Motorola Dynatac 800x Cell Phone- oh. Oh, you mean... I have the Flaming Sword stashed somewhere. It tends to slice various demons and chaos entities, and can start small forest fires if I leave it unsheathed at a camp site. What? Don't look at me like that! We didn't have a lighter, and it's hard to have a... ahem... friendly gathering in the woods with a few other friends when there's no warmth or light. I don't even use it that often! Like, ever. Mages get glittery eyed when they look at it and witches tend to get too friendly with me just to get a hand on the thing. Aside from that? I have a Gucci Diaper Bag of Holding! It opens to a storage unit in Wyoming where I keep most of the things I need for my day job.
Yes, and:
Rusty is a good guy! Totally fun, hooked me up with a weekend's worth of drugs to party through my yearly "What are the mortals snorting this decade" party. And he let me borrow his bike one day to pick up a baby Fae changeling that was stuck in a car wreck on the interstate outside town. Mom and Dad were alright but it was a dicey thing for a few days. Only took a bottle of Jack Daniels and one favor as yet to be collected to get the bike. But I'm a glorified baby sitter for supernaturals. I change diapers and let the grown ups make money to pay their tithes. Far as he knows, I'm just a useful Magi. What could a biker werewolf possibly want from me?
Besides, after I returned the bike- the look on his face when he revved the engine and the exhaust spat a glitter cloud? Totally. Worth. It.
Location of Note: Spring Eternal (Former Discotheque, now a... whatever-the-kids-listen to-club)
Notable Person: Louie "Lireth" Burgher
A fact everyone knows about this place: The place is a front for a Faerie court. It paid tribute to de Lacy like everyone else, but if you want anything from coke, to coke, to Pixie Dust, Louie can hook you up! I first tried Primo Bam Bam here and holy crap did I wreck that disco ball!
Location of Note: Little Angels Day Care
Notable Person: Yours truly, Parry Magnus!
A fact everyone knows about this place: I run the place on the cheap for the supernaturals less able to make money off their abilities. It helps having a safe, cheap location to drop your kids off while you make money stocking shelves because you weren't blessed with the power to turn dust into gold.
