Gender: Male
Species/Race: Nephilim
Nationality: American/Japanese
Age: Thirty-One
Guile is a handsome fellow, except for the rugged appearance he likes to belie, a rather gaunt face and long black hair is what seems to betray that he values his goals more than he values his appearance. He ties his hair in a certain way, honoring his Japanese descendants this way, his eyes are bright green and glow slightly. His body however is leanly muscled, a tribal style eagle, lion and bull have been placed on the back of his neck and four pairs of wings branded upon his back, the brand and mark of his holy ancestor.
Guile will do everything to uphold the law.
Guile has gained or always had many abilities, seem still need to be discovered. The first is the ability to see, and experience the last twenty-four hours of a dead person, the second is sharper vision and marksmanship and the last is only experienced when pure grief or anger is felt, it has been called “The voice of God” by some people, where his voice becomes a chorus of angelic voices, giving him the ability to banish unnatural things, but Guile doesn't even know he has this ability, nor even how to use it.
Guile is also a freelance detective, if only to pay the bills and fund his main goal, that main goal? Is to find out what his recurring dream keeps happening, ever since Guile had hit teenage-hood he had a dream of flying towards the sun on two pairs of angel wings, only to burn up and fall to the ground. Only waking up surrounded with scholars, poking and prodding while also telling him muffled words. His goal is to find them, read up and discover, a very expensive goal that requires shifting though bullshit and truth that seem equally entwined
Instead of a normal right arm like any other person, Guile has obtained after a serious incident a mechanical arm of sorts, nanites and bionics are rife within the arm, no nothing like that those ugly other arm replacements, it is a self-contained weapon and very helpful in some situations, it contains a scalable electric prod, a flat-blade sword all in a very awesome looking, sleek black shell.
What he usually wears in public is a long black trench-coat, easily reaching his knees and the collar reaching his chin, a thin singlet and a pair of camouflage pants. Now just before you say what else he carries, I can tell you.
He carries a wallet containing everything about him, although good-luck stealing it it's chained to his pants. He also carries a pistol, more information on that weapon later.