Post by raggamuffiin on Jan 11, 2011 21:38:03 GMT -6
Age: She has been walking the earth for 6 years, although she spent roughly 2500 years in heaven.
Height: 5,3 ft (162cm)
Weight: 125lbs (56kg)
Gender: Female
Race: Angel
Appearance: Annabelle takes the appearance of a young girl, petite and quiet. She is the image of a traditional maiden, with thick chocolate brown hair falling down to the small of her back and a soft pleasant face. Her complexion usually makes her seem sickly even at prime health; her pale skin bruising tolerance is ridiculously low.
The most unique feature she has it her large violet eyes. The one thing that never changes in her clothing is the necklace she wears laced around her neck, it looks like a small glass vial with a marbled blue liquid within it. That fluid like substance is what remains of her Grace, without it she only has the meek powers listed below when she first fell and deep down she hopes for one day to repair it.
Personality: Annabelle comes off as quiet, kindhearted, and innocent. But she feels a bitter resentment to humans and their simple-minded ways (Yet she still sometimes envies their righteous emotions) but to blend in she simply pushes those feelings aside and puts the face of a normal human girl. If you rally her up just right you might catch a glimpse of her true heart and ways but it’s unlikely, six years of practice makes you hard to break.
She’s secretive and even though she feels bitter to humans, she still has a unbearable tendency to empathize with everything, to feel others pain as her own.
Background: Annabelle in her time in heaven she had always felt great compassion for the human race, the unique emotions that God had given them, and their blind faith. She knew that upsettingly so that these wonderful characteristics were also their sin, but she loved them nonetheless, Angel’s were supposed to love them unconditional. As time passed, centuries of time and watching she eventually felt jealous. She was unaware at the time, that she was feeling jealousy; she just desired to feel what it was like to be human, to feel the burn of lust or to palette the bitter taste of love. She wished for it so much. Eventually her wanting drove her to calling to a human girl, asking her to lend her body to the heaven for a short time. Being the daughter of a man of religion she gave herself to Annabelle without a doubt.
Annabelle spent two years in that body, she had the pleasure of being a human, and she learned of the pains of being human also. But at the end of those two years she was founded out. She was brutally ripped from the girl’s body and dragged back to heaven and thrown down by an Archangel for every sin she partaken in in the time she spent in the human girl’s body. Eventually ending in her Grace being ripped out of her body and she was thrown from heaven. She had taken a lover in her time on earth and when she found him he no longer recognized her, her appearance now changed. He coldly brushed her off and she for the first time acknowledges the terrible things in humans she failed to see before. They weren’t divine, they didn’t love unconditionally, they were just… Human.
Broken, Annabelle has roamed the earth as a fallen angel for the total of six years. Fortunately she manage to find her Grace in her wandering, but no matter what she tried she couldn’t find away to restore it and herself to their previous glory. With her damage Grace and her loose connection to heaven she holds some divine power still, and that at least is something.
years before
Roleplay Sample: She was thrown down across a damp cold floor, her skin stinging from the abrupt shock and her white gown draped around her legs, the fabric quickly collected moisture from the floor. Her voice was strained and desperate, “Please, please-“ Her large violet eyes quivered undeniably, her pale cheeks glistening with tears, “Don’t do this, oh God. Please don’t do this.” Her body was eclipsed by the shadow of a figure coming towards her. Her bottom lip trembled and she whispered one last plea, “Don’t Michael.”
There was no hesitation in this figures pursuit, he gripped Annabelle’s thin wrist and held her up with ease, “Don’t use His name in vain. Why can’t you see you’ve poisoned your Grace by doing this?” Annabelle struggled hopelessly against Michael’s grip.
“No, NO! I’ve done nothing wrong! Why can’t you see?! Why!?” She screamed, choking with sobs at the end of her sentence. She took a long breath and then averted her eyes into his, not backing away from his intimidating gaze. Her body shook with effort and there was a moment where everything went silent and an exchanged happened between their vibrant eyes.
But Michael broke it first and growled, “You’re no better then any of them now. You’re as good as an average, dirty, little human.” Annabelle was taken back at this comment; she thought of all the Angels, Michael would understand that God wanted the Angels to love humans even more then the Lord himself.
Annabelle looked dumbfound at Michael, “W-what?” But she never got an answer because she saw the bottle of holy oil in Michael’s free hand. She screamed and began struggling again; she knew what he was going to do. She knew exactly what was going to happen. She demoted herself to begging again, “Please…”
Michael poured the oil over Annabelle’s head and she sobbed auditable. Michael whispered in her ear, “Let your sins be burnt away with divine flames.” And then there was a whoosh and it felt as if all the air around her disappeared and her skin was filled with pins of needles and progressively escalated to excruciating pain. She slips from Michael’s grasp and hits the ground with a disturbing thump and the damp floor hissed with steam. She curled up as the flames died from her body and her screams died to a whimper. Her body quivered uncontrollably and she felt her conscious slowly slipping away from her, white rolled over her vision but suddenly she was ripped back to reality and she saw Michael standing over her, she wanted to demand what he wanted now from her, from her dying essence but she couldn’t muster the strength, nor was her throat useable due to smoke inhalation.
Michael smirked coldly and crouch beside Annabelle, “We couldn’t just let you disappear. You need time to think of what you did.” Her eyes drifted from his sickeningly beautiful face to what he held in his hand, a dagger. She wasn’t expecting this, she just thought she would be punished, and then taken back into the arms of the Lord. Not this. He slipped the knife into her stomach, the blade bringing more pleasure then pain to her burnt flesh. But he must of saw the expressionless face of Annabelle’s and angrily twisted the blade and she gasped from the sudden shock of pain being sent through her. He removed the blade and she couldn’t see it happen but she could feel his hand go inside her and then there was a sharp rip. It was so sudden she barely noticed what was going on but the sensation of falling came into play, and Michael shrunk from her vision, her Grace slipping from his hand. She felt the cold, moist air rushing past her. She was falling, falling from heaven, falling from everything she had known for so many centuries, she was a Fallen Angel.
Other (Abilities, etc): The only thing she kept after falling was her captivating singing voice, her ability to hear the Angels talking (Which may seem more of a hindrance then anything) and of course an uncanny intuition, so to put it simply, most of her divine powers were stripped from her. But when she regained her Grace she also regained her miraculous healing abilities and a minor resistance to mortal instruments of war. Being living in a world of chaos she thought it would be best to learn to fight to some extent and in those six years on Earth she learned to competently use knives and daggers and a bow when needed. She not anywhere near to be a protégée or master at either weapons but at least she can say she can use them and usually not miss.[/b]
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