~ Physical Profile ~
Name: Zadkiel
Physical Age: 24
True Age: 473
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Subspecies: Light Demon
Description: Light, fair skin graces the lithe form of Zadkiel. A flash of blond hair shoots from above the warm and kind features of his gentle face, a kindly smile often gracing that face. A pair of glowing red orbs are his eyes, lighting his features in the dark in a dim red light that would be unnerving if he held in his capacity to be harmful to those he cared for. From his back sprout long tendrils of light that act as his 'wings' though he is the one to be manifesting them, they can very much interact with the physical world.
~ Psychological Profile ~
Personality: Zadkiel is genuinely friendly, warm and kind to all who approach him. He is modest and respectful of authority, often trying to deflect praise to others around him and getting almost confused when people try to act out against their superiors.
Likes: Reading scripture, religion, art, Nightcored music
Dislikes: Swearing, fighting, Demons, destroying art.
Strengths: Though not physically overly strong, agile or fast Zadkiel has learned to make fair use of his physical strengths. His real strength however lies with his interpersonal skills and memory, he is able to tell when someone is lying at a base level, his powers only helping to prove him right. But his memory is near eidetic, remembering and able to recite events he has been around with near perfect clarity.
Fears: Being cast out.
Hobbies: Reading the different bibles and holy books of the world. Woodwork
Secrets?: He is entirely unaware that he is actually a Demon, Zadkiel is utterly convinced he is in fact an Angel.
Outlook on life: Zadkiel tries to maintain a positive outlook on life, drawing heavily on the lessons of Jesus according to the Bible. He believes that following directly to the teachings of the Son of God draws him closer to the origin that isn't even his.
Affiliation: Working for the WDL
Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
~ Combat Profile ~
Major Abilities:
+ Blinding Retribution - Less of a direct attack exactly, but rather more of a large forceful shield. Zadkiel is able, with considerable concentration and effort, to project a large wall of pure solid light, which he is able to then concentrate into a solid beam and project forwards with a force that one would be wise to avoid. This isn't an easy ability however and very much one that drains him.
Minor Abilities:
- Weightless on the shifting winds- Zadkiel is able to reduce his weight to nearly nothing, only just heavy enough to direct himself through the air. He makes use of the drifting tendrils of light behind his back to fine tune his movements as well as land more gently.
- Hard light Warrior- The delusional Demon is able to form light with denisty and uses it as sword, shield and armour. Though he isn't able to craft anything he desires with the light, the creation of hardlight weapons such as bows, axes, swords or hammers are far from difficult.
- Warden of Heaven- His belief in his assumed persona is so absolute that the idea of his Demonic truth doesn't even enter into his mind. It is this utter devotion to the teachings of the Church, and in his pure faith that he is able to channel what he believes to be the purifying light of Heaven itself, his hands glowing with pure light, burning those attempting to lie and healing those telling the truth, though only as they try to speak.
Equipment: Zadkiel dresses simply and efficiently. Dressed in black jeans and more often than not a plain white shirt, with a black leather jacket which he naturally wears open. There is a gilded cross stitched into the leather over his breast, which just happens to be where he also keeps a pocket edition of the Bible. On his feet are a pair of black and white sneakers that fit him fairly well.
Minor Skills: Alchemist- Though hardly a master of the craft, he has picked up the basics of how to make field medicine from various plants and roots that he could come across.
~ Faction Profile ~
Faction: Warriors of Divine Light
Rank: Middle 3rd Class. D Class Demon
Class: Swordsman
Loyalty Level: 10
~ Miscellaneous ~
Biography/History: Zadkiel is sadly a Demon, though he would never believe it if you told him. Born long ago in the depths of Hell, the young Light Demon did as many of his race do and quickly fled into a self imposed exile, hiding away from a harsh and hateful world of Demonkind. He lived as a hermit in an unassuming cave in the middle of nowhere, aiding those Demons that would at times come across him or were in need of assistance and for centuries he lived this peaceful existence without any real trouble.
His world would suddenly come crashing down around him though when his naive desire to help those that passed by his cave would be his undoing. As he ventured out to explore the lands of his home as was his habit he came across what he thought was a wounded Demon, struggling and in need of help. Not knowing there could be any threat he moved forwards without thinking and was shocked when suddenly the wounded Demon tore across the ground at him, and it wasn't alone. The Light Demon was surrounded all at once by a pack of Darkness Demons, all baying for his blood. What followed were blasts of light and shadow, black and white flashed across the ground as the Darkness Demons tried to bring their hated opposite down whilst Zadkiel tried simply to only survive.
And as swiftly as it had begun it suddenly ended. Somehow, against all impossibilities the Light Demon had fallen into one of the roaming rifts in the fabric of the world, those odd anomalies that would at chance allow rogue Demons to slip through to the mortal world, though not allow passage back. The attack and the sudden ripping away from the world he had known had not left the Demon without scars. He awoke suddenly in a warm countryside at the break of dawn, nude against the rising sun and with utterly no memory of who he was or his life from before, nothing had survived the sudden journey, not even his name remained in his mind.
The naked Demon looked around itself, amazed at the touch of grass against his bare skin even as he could feel the sun warming it all around him. A short distance away, up a hill that was covered in the grass was a small building and seeing as it was the only thing within sight he decided to walk towards it, perhaps to discover where he was. When he reached the building he saw it was old indeed, he couldn't exactly place it's age by looking at it, but the white walls were obviously repainted many times over, the thick wooden doors were old and rusted and yet clearly well used. They opened with little difficulty and the nameless blond Demon entered the building, instantly aware of the cold against his skin, the sound of his bare feet against the flagged stone under him.
The interior of the building was strangely simple, long benches lined the length of the hall and the light bled in in thick shafts through the coloured glass. At one end of the hall sat a stone altar under a figure upon a large cross which sat affixed to the wall beyond. He started to walk towards it to investigate but his eyes were drawn to the far more interesting glass which he realised were actually arranged into images. They seemed to be figures in robes, glowing light coming from their heads and peaceful expressions on their face. He halted suddenly before one of the windows in particular, it held two figures on it, one of them below the other, female and peaceful looking as she gazed up at the other. This other figure was large and his face was both fair and commanding, yellow locks of hair drifting in frozen wind as large wings of white and gold stretched out behind him. The image stirred something within him... Some part of him recognised the image though he couldn't understand it... He felt oddly connected to it and as he stepped closer he could see his own reflection in the glass. His jaw was defined, his eyes commanding in their red light, his hair blond and chaotic and he realised that perhaps he was looking at an image of himself or at least something like him. Though he lacked the wings... But perhaps he didn't. He focused on the image of the golden wings above him, imagining their flexing, the sound they made, the crackle of power as the drifted around him, the warmth of their passing. He realised suddenly that he wasn't just imagining them any more, twisting around he saw that a number of long tendrils of light had sprouted from his back, drifting on invisible winds behind him though he could feel his control over them.
It was then that something else happened to shake up his world, when originally he thought he had stumbled across some empty building it now turned out that at least someone lived here as an elderly man entered the hall from one of the side rooms, dressed in simple brown robes. The man took one look at him and instantly went pale, falling to his knees. The Demon moved to help the man up even as he began to rattle off prayers in a language which he realised he could understand if he focused on it for a few moments. The man, who finally introduced himself as Father Babarigo, quickly found a spare set of robes to clothes the Demon, though he took the sense to cut holes in them for the glowing wings to fit through. The Father explained to the nameless creature that he was in a church in Sicily to which the blond Demon explained that it had no memory of what it was, it's name or even how it had gotten there. The Father was silent for a moment before he explained the creature must surely be an Angel, a servant of The Lord, sent to aide those of His flock. Babarigo named the creature Zadkiel, after one of the Seven Archangels and Zadkiel found he rather liked the name. So it was small wonder really that he chose to stay at the church to help those few that still came here as well as learn of the Christian scripture.
Suffice it to say the presence of an Angel didn't stay quiet for very long at all, within only a day the congregation more than doubled. Within a week the church couldn't contain all the people who wanted to see for themselves proof that God had graced them. It didn't take the WDL long after that to take notice. They arrived only a week later, armed and ready to destroy the Demon within even if he himself didn't realise this was his true nature. Father Babarigo went to speak to them, as far he was concerned nobody was going to go barging into his church. Whilst he was arguing with the soldiers who had arrived Zadkiel himself emerged, a pleasant smile on his face. He had no interest in fighting these men, in fact after listening to their arguing he found he actually wanted to join them. And against all odds, somehow he was allowed, though who authorised that he wasn't entirely sure. He left the church with the promise to frequently write to the Father who had so kindly taken him in. And so truly began the life of Zadkiel the Angel.
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