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The Reaper | Acerbus.January 7, 2025 04:36 PM


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Angel x fallen angel RP
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Loose plot: Cassius has fallen - of his own doing, and not something he regrets. He would, however, like to refurbish his now tarnished wings. In the Heavens, locked away in the depths of the Kingdom, sits a phial containing rejuvination. It had only one downside: only those who wish to repent are allowed access.
When Irena is sent to earth under Divine orders, she finds herself in the same city as her old friend; despite knowing it is frowned upon, she can't help but try to rekindle their alliance. Unbeknownst to her, she has just provided Cassius with the perfect opportunity to sneak back into the Heavens, restore his wings, and stay Fallen.
The Reaper | Acerbus.January 7, 2025 04:37 PM


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Full Name

Irena Grace Lightbringer

Angelic Name

Amitiel

Nicknames

Ami, Tia

Name Pronunciation

ah-MEE-tee-el

EYE-ree-nah LIGHT-bring-er

Name Meaning

Amitiel: "Truth of God" or "God's Truth"

Lightbringer: One who brings illumination and clarity

Gender

Cis-female

Pronouns

She/Her

Sexuality

Asexual

Moral Alignment

Lawful Good

Personality

Irena embodies the very essence of divine righteousness, carrying herself with a grace that speaks of centuries spent in the celestial realm. Her presence radiates a calming warmth that puts mortals at ease, while simultaneously commanding respect through her unwavering devotion to justice and truth.

Her approach to both celestial duties and interactions with mortals is marked by profound compassion and patience. While she maintains strict adherence to divine law, she shows remarkable understanding for the struggles of those who falter, offering guidance rather than judgment. This balance between righteousness and mercy makes her a particularly effective guardian of mortal souls.

Irena's dedication to peace is not born of naivety but of deep wisdom. She understands that true peace requires active maintenance and sometimes difficult choices. When faced with conflict, she first seeks diplomatic solutions, using her gift of truth-telling to bridge misunderstandings and heal divisions. However, she is no stranger to righteous action when necessary, wielding her divine authority with precision and purpose.

Her devotion to the divine order is absolute, but not blind. She approaches her duties with thoughtful consideration, understanding that sometimes mercy serves justice better than strict enforcement of rules. This nuanced perspective allows her to navigate complex moral situations while maintaining her integrity.

Behind her serene exterior lies a sharp intellect and strategic mind. She excels at seeing the broader implications of actions and decisions, often able to prevent conflicts before they arise through careful guidance and intervention. Her wisdom is tempered by humility, always acknowledging that even angels can learn from the mortals they protect.

Appearance

Irena cuts a striking figure that seamlessly blends divine authority with approachable warmth. Her hair falls in long, cascading waves of deep crimson, reminiscent of dawn's first light breaking through clouds. These fiery locks seem to possess a life of their own, floating gently as if stirred by an eternal heavenly breeze. Her eyes are a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, deep and clear as ancient forests, often flickering with golden light when she's moved by strong emotion or channeling divine power.

Her features are delicate yet strong, with high cheekbones that catch the light like cut crystal and a gentle smile that can dispel shadows of doubt from troubled hearts. Her skin has an ethereal quality, seeming to glow from within with a soft, pearl-like luminescence that becomes more pronounced in moments of divine intervention.

Her wings are her most magnificent feature - massive appendages of pure white feathers that shimmer with iridescent hues when they catch the light. Each feather appears to be rimmed with gold, creating a spectacular display when she spreads them to their full span. Her wings are always perfectly maintained, each feather aligned with divine precision to ensure her appearance is that of the Seraph's highest order.

Her attire consists of flowing robes in shades of white and gold, with intricate patterns that seem to shift and change when viewed from different angles. These garments appear both regal and practical, allowing for easy movement while maintaining an air of celestial dignity. She often wears a simple golden circlet that rests upon her brow, embedded with a single emerald that matches her eyes.

Voice & Accent

Irena's voice carries the harmony of heaven itself, a melodious soprano that resonates with clear, bell-like tones. Her words flow with a natural rhythm that soothes troubled minds and hearts, carrying both authority and compassion in equal measure. Her accent is difficult to place, seeming to blend the most pleasing aspects of various languages into something uniquely divine.

Type of Supernatural

Seraph Angel

As a Seraph, Irena is among the highest order of angels, marked by her six magnificent wings - two to cover her face in the presence of the divine, two to cover her feet in humility, and two for flight. In her true form, she radiates intense divine light that few mortals can witness directly. Her presence often manifests as a gentle warmth and a sense of profound peace to those around her.

Strengths

Truth Sight: Ability to see through deception and illusion

Diplomatic Mastery: Exceptional skill in mediating conflicts and finding peaceful resolutions

Unwavering Faith: Her strong connection to the divine grants her resilience against corruption

Strategic Wisdom: Able to see the long-term consequences of actions and decisions

Divine Healing: Can heal both physical and spiritual wounds

Celestial Knowledge: Vast understanding of divine law and cosmic order

Weaknesses

Compassion: Her deep empathy for others can be exploited

Duty-Bound: Personal desires must always come second to divine responsibility

Physical Realm Limitations: Not fully comfortable in the material world

Trust in Redemption: Can be too willing to believe in others' capacity for change

Self-Sacrifice: Will put herself in harm's way to protect others

Rigid Morality: Sometimes struggles with situations that fall in moral gray areas

Divine Transparency: Cannot lie or deceive, even when it might be advantageous

Fears/Phobias

- Failing in her divine duty -
- Corruption of innocent souls -
- The spread of chaos and discord -
- Breaking divine law -

Theme Song(s)

"Morning Has Broken" - Cat Stevens

"Angels Among Us" - Alabama

"In the Arms of an Angel" - Sarah McLachlan

Affiliations

N/A

Other

"Truth, when wielded with compassion, becomes the greatest instrument of peace." - Amitiel


Edited at January 7, 2025 04:43 PM by Acerbus.
The Reaper | Acerbus.January 7, 2025 05:11 PM


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Irena sighed, a bissful expression plastered on her face as she opened the taxi door. It wasn't often that she was granted permission to work on earth; the current climate was too unstable for her particular set of skills. After petitioning for months, though, the Divine finally convened and decided she would be able to work in a mid-sized city just outside of Vancouver, Canada.
She wasn't quite sure of her mission yet, wouldn't receive word for a few days while the Divine worked to compile a list of tasks for her to accomplish. To her satisfaction, that gave her time to simply mingle with the folk of the city, to heal them as best she could before she was put to work. Nothing was more satisfying, more enthralling, than being able to heal - in her mind, at least. The other Seraph had always looked at her with curiosity, an enigma they couldn't quite understand. While each Seraph was sworn to the Divine, they all reflected different aspects of good - many were peacemakers, most protectors of the Kingdom. A rare few were chosen to be healers, and at the moment, Irena was the only one in the Divine's upper ranks.
"Hello," she called to a passerby, staring at her with a somewhat reverent look. He waved back, starstruck, before continuing on like he hadn't seen an angel walking the streets.
One of the few downfalls of coming to earth, Irena thought - so few humans could process the idea of an angel, let alone see one near their home without requiring a bit of divine interference. They would see her, in the moment. As soon as they passed, though, the humans would blankly wonder what had caused them to feel so enlightened, the angel erased from their mind.
Some were able to comprehend her existence.
Those were her favorite - the exceptional humans who could understand, who were able to observe her and then remember. They always had a bit of a glazed look when she spoke to them, eyes glassing over as the divine interference worked to assist them. But they would remember her, and would be able to converse with her, to share their life story as she patiently nodded her head. Her favorite had been a young girl, nearly a century past. Full of childish imagination, the girl had not gawked, had not stared wide-eyed and scared. Instead, she had asked Irena if that was real gold on her wings.
As she walked now, she was met with no recognition - slightly disappointing, but she would keep her search up as long as she was permitted, to find the perfect human to chat with this time around.
She had been peering into a coffee shop, enjoying the aromatic tang that seemed to float through the air, when she ran into the chest of someone much taller than her. "Oh, I'm so sor-"
The words died in her chest, refusing to escape as the breath she needed refused to enter her lungs. Impeccably dressed, like a ghost before her, a once familiar face glared down. His beauty was irrevocable, still as pristine as she remembered from ages long past. Her heart thudded in her chest as she warred with herself - what was she supposed to do?
For standing in front of her, wings long scarred, stood the angel she had once considered a friend.

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