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− | <font style="color: black; font-variant: normal">''I would go out into the streets to fight with my delusion, and prowling women would mew after me, furtive craving men glance jealously at me, weary pale workers go coughing by me, with tired eyes and eager paces like wounded deer dripping blood, old people, bent and dull, pass murmuring to themselves, and all unheeding a ragged tail of gibing children.<br><font color=# | + | <font style="color: black; font-variant: normal">''I would go out into the streets to fight with my delusion, and prowling women would mew after me, furtive craving men glance jealously at me, weary pale workers go coughing by me, with tired eyes and eager paces like wounded deer dripping blood, old people, bent and dull, pass murmuring to themselves, and all unheeding a ragged tail of gibing children.<br><font color=#152C52 style="font-variant: small-caps; font-family: Garamond">—– H.G Wells, “The Island of Dr. Moreau”,<br></font> |
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| class="left" | '''Celestial Name:''' | | class="left" | '''Celestial Name:''' | ||
| Saladriel | | Saladriel | ||
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− | | | + | | Weaver of Renewal<br>The Healing Winds<br>Maiden of Recovery |
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− | * '''<font color=" | + | * '''<font color="152C52">Fallen</font>''': Once Elohim and long cast into the Abyss by God Almighty, Saladriel was an angel of miraculous recovery. She served the lord as a medic to her fellow angels and a answer of prayers upon earth. She loved man and often times offered her healing touch to those of unwavering faith. When Ahrimal foretold the end of all things, Saladriel was one of the Morningstar's many followers in rebellion again God. She saw the beauty that was in humankind and wailed against God for allowing it to be destroyed. Following Lucifer to the bitter end, she eventually was cast down by Michael into the pit where she would reside until the Sixth Great Maelstrom. |
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+ | * '''<font color="152C52">Luciferan</font>''': Does everyone so easily jump off the bandwagon? Saladriel hasn't forgotten enough of heaven to know what betrayal she has suffered. She doesn't hold out hopes that Lucifer still walks the Earth or that he freed them from the Abyss. What she does know is that she was right. She knows that God is a passive aggressive father figure in the sky and what she did was totally warranted. She wants back the kingdom of heaven and she wishes to save creation and herself from the apocalypse. | ||
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+ | * '''<font color="152C52">Asharu</font>''': An angel of the second house and a weaver of awakenings. She is above all things, a healer. As an Asharu, Saladriel always had a strong bond with creation and life itself. She spent a good deal of time in Eden under the guise of a human and revered in God's creation. After the great debate, she chose life over God and rebelled with Lucifer. In war, she served her fellow Elohim as a medic; a tender to wounds of both body and spirit; befriending many warriors along the way. | ||
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+ | * '''<font color="152C52">Lilith</font>''': Upon Saladriel's escape from the Abyss, she happened upon a woman in which she shared many similarities. Dying from a advanced form of Leukemia, Doctor Lilith Langford was forced deep down to make ways for the Demon. In the eyes of medical professionals, she made a miraculous recovery and could offer no explanation. Of course, Saladriel whom was now in control knew very well the extent of her own power. | ||
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+ | * '''<font color="152C52">Medicine/Healing</font>''': Lilith is a newly graduated physician. She's proficient in a wide array of medical procedures and has advanced knowledge in modern medicine. If this doesn't work, she's strong in the Lore of Awakenings; able to mend the most grievous of injuries. She is currently looking for work in her field and is looking for similar contacts. | ||
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+ | * '''<font color="152C52">Empathetic</font>''': Demon is a nasty word. While she can turn into a monstrous, tumorous beast; she still loves humanity and is often soothing to the soul in simple discussion. Having taken several psychology courses, she may even be legally obliged to listen and offer her opinion on many mental conditions. | ||
− | * '''<font color=" | + | * '''<font color="152C52">Occult</font>''': If you go bump in the night, she's interested in you. It was a long time ago when God cursed Caine and it fascinates her to see what has come of that curse. The will-workers and their enlightenment bring her a good deal of fascination. The sons and daughters of Gaia confuse her as do the other Fera. It's all very interesting to her. |
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− | * [[ | + | * [[Griffin|<span style="color:#152C52">'''Injios'''</span>]] - ''“We are free... And freedom is priceless.” '' |
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Latest revision as of 20:42, 2 November 2017
I would go out into the streets to fight with my delusion, and prowling women would mew after me, furtive craving men glance jealously at me, weary pale workers go coughing by me, with tired eyes and eager paces like wounded deer dripping blood, old people, bent and dull, pass murmuring to themselves, and all unheeding a ragged tail of gibing children. |
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