Post by ZERACHIEL ?! on Jun 8, 2010 2:32:56 GMT -5
ELIZERACHIELCROSS
“dependable, compassionate, & peaceable”
• • ON A STORMY SEA OF MOVING EMOTION,
general information
FULL NAME: Zerachiel
NICKNAME: - - -
AGE: Ancient
YEAR: 2006
SPECIES: Archangel
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
OCCUPATION: - - -
• • TOSSED ABOUT I’M LIKE A SHIP ON THE OCEAN,
physical narrative
FACE CLAIM: Amber Heard
SKIN: Fair
EYES: Green
HAIR: Blonde
HEIGHT: 5’ 3”
BODY TYPE: Petite & Slender
• • I SET A COURSE FOR WINDS OF FORTUNE,
character behavior
LIKES:
- God
- earth
- angels
- humans
- concord
- tranquility
- being of assistance
- chocolate cheesecake
DISLIKES:
- Hell
- failure
- demons
- disorder
- violence
- disloyalty
- destruction
- technology
STRENGTHS:
- poised
- selfless
- dependable
- compassionate
- devoted to God and His creations
WEAKNESSES:
- obstinate
- peaceable
- introverted
- straightforward
- - - -
FEARS:
- failure
- end times
- loss of faith
- falling from Grace
- loss of a family member
POWERS & ABILITIES:
- healing
- exorcising
- time travel
- teleportation
- manipulation
• • BUT I HEAR THE VOICES SAY,
personal record
FAMILY:
- God
- Angels
HISTORY:
Once Eli was known as Zerachiel, one of the seven prevailing archangels. A master in the art of healing, her chief duty was to lead souls to judgment. However, she also held power over the sun and watched over the children of earth, especially those who were mistreated. Unlike many of the other angels, Zerachiel spent a lot of her time keeping a watchful eye on the mortal realm, incredibly loyal to the human race.
However, she came across the demon Belial on numerous occasions and animosity formed between them. Furious and unable to properly defeat Zerachiel, Belial stole the angel’s Grace in order to torture and eventually destroy her.
She was reborn on earth to David and Abigail Cross who renamed her Eli Elizabeth Cross. Though her spirit was the same, Eli was unable to recall her past as the archangel Zerachiel. Without her Grace she was simply mortal, but her personality and overwhelming desire to help remained intact; she also developed empathetic abilities.
At the age of seven she witnessed the death of her father. Abigail wasn’t present that afternoon, currently away while she took care of that week’s errands. It was a Saturday and an unexpected knock on the door changed the young Eli’s life forever. She was dutifully organizing her stuffed animals in the most logical fashion and took no heed of the continuous rapping; she briefly thought of her mother on the other side, returning from the store with groceries. David strolled past her bedroom and soon enough she could decipher the sound of the door being unlocked and opened. However, she did not hear the honey smooth voice of her mother, or the good-humored voice of her father. She heard nothing.
As she listened to the silence, Eli became uneasy, her heart pounding wildly in her chest and sweat forming on the palms of her hands. The stillness that abruptly blanketed the small house caused goose bumps to spread along the length of her arms and the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Hesitantly she left the safety of her room behind, the panic mounting as she rounded the corner into the front room. Blood soaked the carpet and was splattered over the walls, red rivulets running down and staining the white paint. On the floor was the mangled body of her father, almost unrecognizable. And next to her father was an unfamiliar man. When he tried to come near her, Eli screamed as loud as she could until her throat grew raw. Then she watched as the stranger mysteriously vanished into thin air.
Days, months, and years after her father’s murder, she encountered many unexplainable things. There were people with black eyes, a monster that sometimes lurked outside her window, and the man that was responsible for David’s death. She told her mother about the strange and terrifying occurrences, but Abigail refused to believe her daughter. The psychiatrist they visited assumed Eli was imagining these monsters in order to explain the passing of her father. She mentioned the oddities a couple more times, though she eventually learned to keep all supernatural incidents to her self.
It was not until high school that she became serious about investigating the paranormal. She delved into numerous religions and studied myths, becoming familiar with the various legendary creatures—both good and bad. Through her sophomore to senior year, she was a member of a local ghost-hunting group. Their expeditions were usually fruitless and most of the individuals who made up the team were not very knowledgeable about the supernatural. However, one fateful day the team encountered a demon that was determined to destroy her.
While her so-called teammates bailed, she faced uncertain death. The demon toyed with her, taking pleasure in torturing her both mentally and physically; she was afraid that she was not going to live to see another day. Luckily, she was rescued, by whom she is still unsure of. She fainted from blood loss and awoke the next morning in the hospital.
That episode jump-started her hunting career. She researched the business from top to bottom and worked various jobs in order to purchase mandatory items for her future occupation. After high school graduation, Eli did not go to college like her mother wanted, but took off in her old Cadillac. Now at twenty-two she hunts malicious spirits, vehement creatures, ancient deities, and callous demons, while searching for the individual responsible for her father's death.
• • CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON,
the face behind the mask
ALIAS: Vanilla
OTHER ACCOUNTS: - - -
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ROLEPLAYING: Two years+
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
There was no moon tonight. Ink black sky stretched as far as the eye could see, stars barely visible. Selene detested these nights, with darkness ravaging the woodlands, no moonlight in sight. It made her feel uncomfortable and exposed to the iniquity of the world. She sat, shrouded in shadow, amongst the boughs and leaves of the trees. High above the ground was where she felt most at ease, in the arms of nature.
Her life had become suddenly uneventful since her beloved Endymion had gone. The sunset had lost its breathtaking beauty, the sea its luster, and night its brilliance. Not even the moon its self could ease her broken heart each evening. Where was the beauty in life without love and companionship? As the days elapsed, over and done with, the goddess had come to ask this question hour on end. Nothing could ever be so joyous that her heart would not scream in pain or swell within her chest, constricted with contentment.
For eternity she would suffer the loss of her lover. Part of her held herself responsible for her inanity in falling for a mortal; she had her sister, Eos, as an example of love lost. Though no great god had ever shown her such affection or loyalty; the promise of everlasting love. They lusted not loved taking beauty for granted. It was the beauty of the soul that was significant not outward appearance. Zeus, the insolent womanizer had wrongfully taken what was hers.
Sleep for infinity, encased in time where nothing aged. Why give her Endymion immortality to only remain in a constant slumber? The sky god had granted eternal life to many mortals over the century and yet he hadn’t the decency to allow her one true wish, to live in Endymion’s gentle arms for the rest of time, come true. There had been no explanation for his cruelty toward her and she loathed his entire being for this curse he had placed upon her. She wished his nights remained moonless until the great gods had long been forgotten; he didn’t deserve to set eyes upon its everlasting radiance.
A single tear graced her cheek, as bright and gorgeous as the moon. If she were greater than mortal why was she sentenced to endure this pain? Not even the immortal life was fair. Closing her eyes against the heartache she wished to leave this realm of sorrow. After all there was nothing left for her here.
