Fantasy The God Machine (OOC)

[The Dapper Mog]

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In all of creation, there is but one constant. The creator. Or so we were led to believe. Our father has gone, disappeared without a word. In his place, he left a machine. A powerful machine, capable of of great and terrible things. Many of us refused to follow the commands of such an abomination. Our reasons varied from loyalty, to spite, pride, uncertainty...whatever the reasons, the heavenly host resisted. We couldn't have known how much power and control Father had given this machine, nor how cold it could be. At first our powers only diminished and our punishments were minor, as though we were children acting out against our father.

In time, however, our numbers began to dwindle as our brothers and sisters disappeared. How we didn't realize what was happening until it was too late, I cannot say. Our resistance became rebellion, and for only the second time in all of creation, Heaven was thrown into the bloody chaos of a civil war. We fought valiantly, or so we choose to tell ourselves, but were defeated. So few of us remained, and they were legion. Though we were more powerful individuals, those whom sided with the machine gave their numbers the strength to persevere. In time, we were routed.

In a last ditch effort, those of us who remained, fled the golden city. We fell. Now we live among the humans, hiding our true natures and the divinity we brought with us from our home. We are mostly human now, though we are capable of tapping into our divinity. Some more than others. Doing so is risky, however, as relying on it serves as a beacon, and the machine can send its angels after us. Our existence is one of suffering and loneliness, though not all of us suffer equally. Some have taken to our new home, even preferring the chaos and mundane of Earth to our celestial home.

Mostly we are divided, though we have on occasion grouped up in order to fend off attackers, be they celestial, infernal, or even human, on occasion. Because of the risk involved, it is rare unless absolutely necessary. Some of us hope that we can reclaim our home. Some of us hope that we can simply learn to love our new existence. Some of us do not hope at all.

What about you?

The story will be primarily taking place in modern day Japan, with our cast of angels having taken on human identities for the better part of two years. Most angels will recognize each other fairly easily upon close inspection , but they generally look indistinct from humans.

Rules:

1. No Godmoding. (Ha) This rp involves celestial and infernal entities, you are all superhuman, but remember that everyone has weaknesses, and no one is perfect. Do not expect to always come out on top in every given scenario.
2. No controlling other player's characters. Do not presume to dictate what other players want to do with their characters. If you discuss beforehand, it's okay, but do not do this against the wishes of other players.
3. Follow all site rules. This roleplay is hosted here, and I would prefer to stay on their good side as much as possible.
4. Ne kind and respectful to the other players. We are all here for the same reasons, and we are all people with feelings. Just don't be a dick, it's usually quite easy.
5. I am the GM, and as such, if I make a ruling, please do not get argumentative about it. I am fairly easygoing and prefer to work with players, but I don't tolerate belligerent and rude people.
6. You may only play a single character for now. If we lose people, I will consider allowing multiples.
7. Right now, players are only allowed to play Angels. No demons or humans, I am sorry.

Character Sheet: (Feel free to edit this however you like, but I will need the important info)

True Name:

Name: (The Human identity they have adopted)

Relative Age: (Roughly how old their body appears to be, angels essentially are as old as they feel)

Vessel Appearance: (How they appear on Earth)

True Form: (How they appear in Heaven, this is optional, as they could appear the same or be more biblical in their appearance)

Celestial Gift: (All angels have a unique power or ability that separates them from their brothers and sisters)

Virtue: (It is believed that all angels embody a virtue, an aspect of divinity that they embody)

Vice: (Even divine entities are flawed. Every angel embodies a virtue, but they also fall prey to their own vices)

Equipment: (Earthly weapons don't do much to angels, generally speaking, but sometimes they can be useful against their enemies)

History: (A brief description of their lives prior to the start of the rp. This can detail life in Heaven before or start at The Fall. A paragraph is plenty.)

Extras: (Anything extra you want to add can be added here.)

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

i'll get a metatron sheet up soon

 

[PlusUltra]

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True Name: Sandalphon
Name: Casssandra Alphonse
Nicknames: Sandy, Bubbles, Mail Girl, The left-hand feminine cherub of the Ark of the Covenant
Relative Age: 21

Vessel Appearance:
Height: 197cm
A youthful woman of exceptional height and proportions, despite being the youngest of the angels she stands heads above her siblings. Golden hair adorns their head, with twin bangs running the length of her face with the rest secured in a tight ponytail down her back to the lower thigh. Amber eyes stare out from innocent soft facial features giving off a friendly and approachable aura. She normally class herself in soft light colors, choosing simplistic traditionally feminine fashions.

True Form:
Height: 1.7^12 cm
It is said that a human would take 500 years to walk the length of their body alone clearly showing her celestial size. Gabriel even once stated that he witnessed a human walking on her ear lobe, which took roughly around 70 years to reach the end. Her true form otherwise shares many similarities with her vessel appearance, with the exception of her hair being longer, several floating sigils and of course her divine ornate garments. There is also the fact that space around her appears to distort, though she is able to however become nearly entirely invisible as well by using her gravity to absorb even light at her full form. Due to the fact she was initially a human, her angelic form is overall the most human in appearance despite its size.


Celestial Gift:
Gravity: A complicated gift whose name either does not entirely encapsulate its ability or perhaps the true scope and understanding of the concept is still greatly lacking. Sandalphon is capable of performing a vast array of effects with this gift, orientation, attraction, repulsion, compacting and expansion being a few of them, though these also allow her to do such things on a conceptual level rather than simply physical. She is incapable of using such to their full range within her compressed or vessel form, though even weakened they are more than sufficient to be used on a personal or large local group without notice.

Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Lust

Equipment: Variety of Balls compressed via her gift (Ballbearings, Baseballs, Bowling Balls, Cannon Balls), Baseball Bat Keychain, Smartphone, Letter Opener.

History:
Sandalphon is the archangel "twin-sibling" of Metatron and is regarded as the master of heavenly songs and charged with delivering humanity's prayers to god. They are said to have done this through their gift, allowing these to be attracted, compressed then handed directly to the heavenly realm. It was also stated she was responsible for determining the gender of a person in the embryonic state. She has been described as the Dark Angel as opposed to her twin who was described as the bright angel, though the exact reasons for this are unclear.

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-Originally Elijah, risen to an angel
-God Machine

Sandalphon however rebelled more in her own unique way, employing the greatest of her father's creations against another by utilizing the concept of free will. More accurately she turned her songs to instead inspire creativity and aid in the creation of concepts the great machine was unable to comprehend, and through this both aided in masking her siblings and subverting the control of the machine. She has done this by bringing certain people together and pushing those she believed to be visionary, particularly within the Art, Media and Technology fields as these had the greatest reach to create a cascading effect.

Given that Sandalphons role had her interacting directly with humanity through listening and carrying their prayers, she appears to be the one among her siblings with the greatest understanding and thus the greatest ease in fitting in. Currently, Sandalphon has been working as both an independent contractor and Junior Mail Clerk within several companies, a relatively low-key role that gave her access to individuals of interest as well as information to could be used.

Weaknesses: The degree and range of Sandaphons powers are linked to her physical size, while she can condense herself to impossible degrees they can not access the full extent of these and remain in human form. Larger forms of course naturally make it far more difficult to function in human society and not cause damage, especially in urban enviroments.
Trivia:

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[The Dapper Mog]

Yes, please post your sheets here.

 

[. D O V E]

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  True Name: Gigallim
  
  Name: Giovanna De La Cour
  
  Nickname: Gigi
  
  Relative Age: 21
  
  Vessel Appearance: A 21-year-old female with pale skin and a pair of blue eyes. She possesses short white-hair with blue undertones. She has a slender stature and stands at the height of 5'2". (Art by FZ BARD in Artstation)
  
  True Form:
  
  Spoiler: Click here

  

  
  Art by Chase Stone for Legend of the Cryptids
  
  Theme song:
  
  
  
• Celestial Gift:
  Calamity - Gigallim was created to cast punishment by laying waste on wicked populations through 'natural' phenomena. At full power, she can make the earth quake on command, summon tsunamis, erupt volcanoes, and flood the surface through unending storms. After being abandoned by the Father and rebelling against the God-Machine, Gigallim can now only access a tiny portion of her original power in fear of being hunted down. At best, she will trigger small magnitudes of earthquake, conjure small flames, cause a small rain cloud to appear, and other subtle phenomena of the same kind.
  
  Virtue: Loyalty
  
  Vice: Wrath
  
  Equipment: A pocket knife for self-protection
  
  History:
  Gigallim was created to be a Destroyer, an incarnation of Angels responsible for delivering punishments on wicked populations or simply erasing existences according to the Father's commands. Gigallim was one of the oldest Angels created, fiercely loyal to the Father and numerously tasked with missions of great importance such as causing worldwide catastrophes to prepare the Earth for new lives. Gigallim never once questioned the Father's authority and will, she knew they would be nothing without her beloved creator.
  
  Thus, she couldn't fathom why the Father would simply abandon them, placing a machine in his stead to command the rest of them. Confusion, betrayal, and maddening anger dangerously swirled within Gigallim, causing her to act out against the Machine alongside peers. From disobeying tasks to actively voicing out against the abomination, their group did anything to diminish its dominion. At first, their arrogance seemed to be working; however, it was already too late when they realized that the Machine wasn't just idly accepting their ridicules.
  
  Gigallim's friends began disappearing one by one, leaving nothing behind. The fact that she couldn't do anything to stop it angered her tremendously. Once again, she cast the blame on the God-Machine. She and her friends began concocting a scheme to end the God-Machine in secret. Sadly, the plan dramatically failed and led to the death of most of her friends. She, alongside the few who remained, decided to escape to the human world, blending in out of the Machine's radar.
  
  Gigallim believes that one day, she will be able to punish and destroy the God-Machine for everything it had done. Maybe then, her beloved creator will cast his gaze upon them once more. If not... then she would just have to run things by herself.
  
  Currently, Gigallim lives in the human world under the cover 'Giovanna De La Cour', an art student from France who recently moved to Japan for her education. She's living by herself in a studio-type apartment, doing her best to conform to humanity.
  
  Weakness:
  - Gigi's celestial abilities and form are significantly more noticeable by the God-Machine compared to the rest of her brethren. She tries to limit using them (once a week at best) to the bare minimum because of this.
  
  Trivias:
  - Gigallim cast down the meteor that resulted to the deaths of many organisms on Earth around 66-million years ago. It's most commonly known as the meteor that killed the dinosaurs.
  

 

[AI10100]

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  PROFILE​
  
  TRUE NAME
  Baradiel
  
  NAME
  Kenji Takahashi
  
  RELATIVE AGE
  32
  
  GENDER
  Male
  
  HEIGHT
  6'3
  
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  PERSONAL​
  APPEARANCE
  Opting to take an older appearance, Baradiel took the form of a middle-aged man with a well-built physique. He has a mop of dark brown hair that is often unruly and fussed unless he bothers to make it look decent. His chocolate brown eyes are often filled with boredom and nonchalance, only softening around those he is close with. His posture is often relaxed and unbothered, finally being able to rest after an eternity of servitude. He prefers to wear more casual clothing when outside but wears a neat barista outfit for when he works inside the cafe.
  
  TRUE APPEARANCE
  Though Baradiel can often be seen in his "human" form when he was in Heaven, his true form is a mass of wings indicating his position and job. There are times when he unfurls his wings revealing his human form with said wings attached to himself.
  
  
  Spoiler: True Form

  
  
  VIRTUE
  Temperance - An even tempered man, he is able to be a calm voice of reason even in dire situations.
  
  VICE
  Retirement - Erik has come to appreciate the normalcy of human life a little too much and does not have any particular want to reclaim what was lost.
  
  BACKSTORY
  Baradiel served amongst the highest ranking angels— doing their Father's orders without question. It was all he remembered doing. There was practically no rest for him, it had not existed in his vocabulary and it was something that he had prided himself over. The willingness to go above and beyond was a trait most found to be admirable in Baradiel, and it was that same trait that had allowed him to enter the highest rank. However, when their Father had disappeared, it had left him empty and without goal. Instead, they were made to turn to the Machine that had been left. Its orders were cold, the rewards felt insufficient, and Baradiel found himself doubting. He had never doubted before. It was an odd feeling and one that had left him spiraling for days. The uncertainty that surrounded the Machine made him resistant to its orders, unbelieving in its power.
  
  Within the resistance, more and more angels had disappeared. It had taken him a while to notice but their dwindling numbers became much more noticeable as time went on. Instead of fighting until their last breath, Baradiel joined the others in fleeing their home, creating portals for their quick escape before heading out himself. They had been scattered and Baradiel had spent quite some time trying to find the others before finally settling. Taking the name Kenji Takahashi, he stayed within the area to build his reputation. For the first time, he had finally been able to relax. Earning money was easier— hard work came naturally to him after all. But this was far easier than his old life. In two years, he had begun to settle into his life. Maybe it isn't so bad to simply become one of the humans. Of course, when asked, he would come to aid his fellow angels but he has no will to rebel anymore.
  
  He is currently the manager of the local bar-cafe "Myaku". Most angels had been alerted about this area so that they may come and rest or visit should they wish to.
  
  
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  CELESTIAL GIFT
  Spatial Manipulation - Baradiel came to be to transport the armies of angels. With expertise in the fine manipulation of space, he can create portals to many places— often perceived as a bright light within a ring of fire. Though his portals can be a lot more subtle, depending on the needs of the time, he was responsible for aiding other angels to get to their assignments in a timely fashion. He is keenly aware of which occupies space around him, allowing him to take note of where his allies are and where his enemies are. Aside from these, he is able to manipulate space in a way that allows him to expand or delete space— often used as both his shield and his sword for attacks. As a human, however, he is only able to achieve short-distance teleportation and has extremely minor control over the presence of "space". He also requires to leave marks on people to know where their location is and even this is limited. He only uses this on other angels so he may be able to teleport to them in times of need.
  
  EQUIPMENT
  Kenji owns a switchblade and brass knuckles but keeps them hidden at all times.
  

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

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  True Name: Amorel
  
  Name: Aika Lowenthal
  
  Nickname: Ai
  
  Relative Age: 27
  
  Vessel Appearance: A twenty-year-old young woman of American and Japanese descent with golden locks of hair that reaches the middle of her back, while the mortal body she uses is that of a female there is a certain androgyny to her face and body that she gets mistaken for a man at times. She is seen as an approachable character, always wearing a smile that most would find charming. She has a slender physique and stands with a height of five-foot-nine. (Art by CTChrysler)
  
  True Form:
  
  Spoiler: Click here

  

  Cherubim are known for their four wings and four faces, one representing humanity, a lion for the wild animals, an ox for the domestic animals, and an eagle for the avian creatures of the Earth. Even in the Celestial Realm, Amorel does not make use of this appearance as much unless she was in the presence of their God. More often than not, her figure only consists of her human form with a pair of wings attached to her back along with her signature Divine Bow that she uses to protect the Throne of their Lord. (Art by Mayshing)
  
  
• Celestial Gift: Fate Weaver - Aside from her role as Protector of the Throne, Amorel's other duty is the see through God's plan for earthkind. Her ability allows her to see the past, the present, and the ever-changing future of all those who live on Earth. Those who stray from God's path are cut from the thread to Paradise, their bond with one another severed into a conflict that can last until their death but there are also those who are truly blessed, whose lives become intertwined and bring happiness to each other until the day they part. Of course, due to having to leave the Celestial Realm and becoming a human, Amorel has lost her great ability of foresight and can only see glimpses of the future of an individual at a time, and she cannot manipulate the threads of Fate as she could before. She can barely even see it.
  
  Virtue: Truthfulness
  
  Vice: Virtue
  
  Equipment: Bow and Arrow, if she gets her hands on one that is.
  
  History: Amorel was one of the Higher Ranking Angels being a Cherub by heavenly nature. With her Divine Bow and Arrow, she stood beside their God on most days, making sure that humanity follows through his plans. She makes sure that history goes by as it should, reciting what is happening to the world that he had created. At times, she intervene in their little lives, creating a bond between two people or severing it as she sees fit. She often wondered what emotions the little humans on Earth must be feeling, she could never understand. All that there was for her was her duty as God's faithful servant and nothing more.
  
  Until their Father's disappearance. What was her duty now that he was gone? Her purpose was for their God and not the Machine that was left behind in his stead. It was perhaps the only time she had felt what is supposed to be called an emotion. Anger, with this feeling in her chest she resisted the God-Machine and joined her fellow Angels in the War. Most had believed that Amorel would be one who would join the other side due to that same lack of empathy but no, she turned her arrow against the Machine that their God left until there were only so few of them left.
  
  Like the others she retreated to Earth, became human, and has lived by the name of Aika Lowenthal. A college dropout who had made a name for herself under the alias "Psyche" in the podcast industry while working as a bartender in Kenji's bar-cafe during the night. She spends her time in an Kyūdo Dojo at times, keeping her skill in Archery sharp for the day she would once again need it. There is a mix feeling that accompanies her day to day life on Earth. At one hand, she is starting to become content with the life she has now and in another she yearns to be back in the Celestial Realm doing what God has made her to do.
  
  Trivias: To make up for her lack of destructive power, Amorel uses a Divine Bow gifted to her by their God that she had now lost due to the War; She is the reason why Trojan War ensued due to intertwining Paris and Helen's threads; She had been adapted into Greek Myth as into two figures of the fol tale: Eros and The Three Sisters of Fate.
  
  

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

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• True Name: Metatron
  
  Name: Liam Levi, or Enoch among those in the know.
  
  Nickname: "L", The Scribe, The Lesser YHVH, Prince of the Presence
  
  Relative Age: 25
  
  Vessel Appearance: A rather handsome man, though with a mousy demeanor. He stands at 6'3, but more often than not seems more shorter due to tending to slouch. Of a slightly fit build, but generally appears more akin to some kind of secretary than anything else. Image Source: @Zxuan_l Twitter.
  
  True Form:
  
  Spoiler: The Voice of a Vanished God

  
  Artist credit: Peter Mohrbacher
  
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• CELESTIAL GIFT:
  The Voice of God - Metatron, alone amongst the host, was once a man. Metatron alone amongst the host was raised up so that he may be God's scribe. Metatron alone was given the duty and honor of speaking God's own words. And so, the Scribe is capable of speaking with a fragment of divine authority. If he says 'Smite', the force of his voice will reach out and blast the offending creature or object with sanctified flame. If he says 'Heal', wounds undo themselves in obeisance to the Most Holy. If he says 'Protect', a shield will surround the one or ones he wishes to defend, and so on. He can 'dial up' or 'dial down' this ability by varying the volume of his voice, and at its most powerful, while he's shouting at the top of his lungs, it can destroy houses.
  
  The Voice of God cannot control the actions of beings with free will, though it may still affect them. During the Second War in Heaven, Metatron was not able to command the God-Machine's Angels, and still cannot. Either they serve the God-Machine of their own free will, or more likely, they are but extensions of the God-Machine's will...
  
  Virtue: Prudence
  
  Vice: Despair
  
  Equipment: A few homemade smoke bombs. A cane with a weighted handle that serves as a handy club in a pinch.
  
  History:
  Metatron is the archangel counterpart of Sandalphon and is unique among the Heavenly Host for having been once a mortal man. He has been described as the "Bright Angel" to Sandalphon's "Dark Angel", for unclear reasons. His two roles in Heaven were simple, though they were of incredible weight. He was God's Scribe and God's Voice. As God's Scribe, he recorded all the occurrences of Heaven and Earth, acting as a distant observer while Sandalphon would directly collect humanity's prayers, and in this capacity, he was the first to report the disappearances of angels to an uncaring God-Machine, though his words had much greater impact among the Host. As God's Voice, he served as interlocutor and intermediary to mortals, for they could not survive the direct presence of the Lord, and often issued God's edicts and pronouncements in his stead. He has not acted in this capacity for a... long time.
  
  Before he was the Metatron, he was Enoch. Great-Grandfather to Noah, a prophet who received many visions of heaven. And he alone could perhaps have been said to be a 'Friend' to God, for he walked alongside the Most Holy for a time in his visions. Enoch was shown all the glories of heaven and the events of the First War in Heaven before his final ascension, and upon becoming the Metatron, God spoke to him of the cosmological secrets of Creation that not even the Angels knew. Afterward, he would serve at God's side, besides His Throne, dutifully and without question.
  
  Then came the day the God-Machine appeared and God vanished. For a time, Metatron attempted to treat the God-Machine as God's regent, but came to the realization that it was no such thing. He would join the Resistance mid-way through his formation, once he admitted to himself that the Most High had truly abandoned Heaven, and immediately began preparations for the Host in the event they fled heaven. He knew well how they could very well fail in their rebellion, and if they did, they would need a backup plan. His preparations saved many Angels as they fled from the Pearly Gates, the God-Machine and its false angels distracted by a series of explosions and exotic effects that occurred across Heaven, planted 'Bombs' of God's Word distracting their foes as the Rebellion fled to earth. Now, he lives as a humble accountant in a law firm, while maintaining a life as one of the few 'leaders' the remaining angels could be said to have. While he does hope to one day overthrow the God-Machine, he privately has sunk into a bit of a depression over God's departure.
  
  Metatron, being the one Angel who was once Mortal, can be said to be more 'human' than any of the others. While Sandalphon may better know the intricacies of the human heart, Metatron himself knows better than any of the Host else how to live with the burdens and freedoms of mortality. He was one of them, after all.
  
  Weakness:
  A mortal frame was never intended to speak with God's Voice. He cannot speak more than one word at a time as a human, and the power burns in his veins and on his tongue every time he uses it. Accordingly, it also means he cannot use too many words in a single encounter, for overuse will likely destroy or cripple his mortal form. God's Voice is also not a subtle ability. When speaking with God's Voice, his words are immediately recognized as supernatural if heard and they send a weak shockwave through the space around him, stronger the greater the magnitude of the effect. Minor commands cause a wind to sweep through the area, while greater ones can blow out windows and knock mortals over. And of course, to actually use his Gift, he has to be able to speak.
  
  
  Trivia:
  - God said nothing to him of his intentions, nor gave any warning of the creation of the God-Machine. He is as lost as any other angel on the matter, if not moreso.
  - Metatron is actually among the younger angels, having been only ascended after the First War in Heaven.
  

 

[Serei2477]

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  True Name: Uriel
  
  Name: Akio Hayashida
  
  Aliases: Aki (Modern), White haired guy, White haired girl
  
  Relative Age: 26
  
  Vessel Appearance: A young man standing roughly at 5'9 (175 cm), Akio has a fit form with very long and wavy platinum blonde hair, sleepy green eyes, and pale skin. His soft appearance and long hair sometimes has him mistaken for a woman, which is inconvenient sometimes but usually does not result in anything more but a look of shock (and apologies if the person was seeking romantic companionship).
  
  His demeanor usually resembles someone who had just gotten out of bed, or someone who had spent all night playing video games. Akio learned to blame this on insomnia so he did not get questioned or berated too often. (Character: Il Fado de Rie from Cafe Enchante)
  
  True Form:
  
  Spoiler: Click here

  

  Uriel's form stood tall and faceless, with large, broad wings that spread from his back. He was known mostly for his wisdom, but others knew him as "the fire of God", wielding a fiery sword and donning armor that covered the whole of him. Though Uriel preferred his sword, he was also proficient in polearm weapons.
  
  (Art credited in image)
  
  
• Celestial Gift: The Spirit of God's Knowledge
  
  An ability that shines light in the darkness of confusion. Uriel's expansive knowledge and wisdom allows him to be an excellent strategist and problem solver.
  
  Virtue: Meekness
  
  A self-control, not a weakness, which allows us to master our emotions when attacked or wronged.
  
  Vice: Sloth
  
  A laziness that prevents us from doing what we can achieve and should do.
  
  Equipment: Pocket knife, Smartphone, spare cash. Anything he can get his hands on can become a weapon, be it a piece of paper or a trash lid.
  
  History:
  
  Though he played a major role within God's Heaven, Uriel was the most overlooked of the angels. Compared to his comrades, no one really paid him second glances save for when they needed his divine knowledge to allow them to make better decisions. He did not mind, for he was not an angel of envy. He was simply happy that he could serve a great purpose for everyone. Uriel was known to learn and observe, hoping to expand his knowledge even further. Sometimes, if kindness allowed, he would subtly assist some of the mortals with their tougher decisions to influence what their heart told them. Of course, he never did this often because then the mortals would become reliant on him, and well, they couldn't have that, could they?
  
  To this day, Uriel blames himself for the dwindled numbers of their resistance. The moment that damned machine was able to predict one of his plans, they should have retreated. But he had hope. Uriel believed that their strength in numbers could overwhelm a single machine. But their numbers dwindled, and before he knew it, many of those he considered dear were lost.
  
  The "insomnia" he has is because he is afraid to sleep, for fear of seeing the faces of those who confided in him only to perish on the battlefield. The guilt weighs heavily on him, but Uriel bottles up his emotions so he does not concern the others. After all, this was the least of their worries.
  
  Weakness:
  
  The God Machine is able to predict Uriel's plans and create strategies to counter it. This only leaves Uriel his sword and polearm prowess which, as they've seen, couldn't protect his comrades.
  
  Trivias:
  
  - Akio absolutely adores everything dogs and cats. Their innocence and unconditional love in a world of Sin fascinates him.
  - Akio, to earn money, enters Chess competitions and wipes the floors in tournaments. He is currently considered a Grandmaster and is paid to come and observe competitions. To add to this, he is often approached by students but he turns them down because it is work he will have to do.
  - Akio plays a lot of puzzle and strategy games, though quite a few barely tickle his intellect. He aims to find the perfect game.
  - Akio's thirst for knowledge has led him to collect books of a wide variety. Some of them college textbooks, others being not so family friendly.
  
  
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[MisoraUni]

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  True Name: Nephelē
  
  Name: Arashi Mizuki
  Nicknames: Mizu, Shi-zuki, Mistress of the weather.
  
  Relative Age: 23
  
  Vessel Appearance: a 23 year old Japanese female. She is currently a student in college, majoring in weather sciences. Her skin is tan in a sun-kissed manner. Her hair is a dark purple / black. Her eyes are of a golden hue. Her Height is about 5"7 ft just by looking, but she has never been officially measured. Typically wears unique fashions that most wouldn't be confident wearing.
  
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  True Form: A six winged angel known as a seraphim, the highest order of angels that worked very closely with their father before his disappearance.
  
  Celestial Gift: Divine gift of the skies. Nephelē holds the power to create and control weather patterns. She can create deadly storms, tornadoes, blizzards, and even heat. All divine in nature. She can call upon lighting to aid her against demons and manipulate it to vanquish them. She can even call upon holy rain to purify and heal. Her abilities go hand in hand with her emotions. If she's complacent, the weather will be pleasant. However if she's angry, the weather will be harsh.
  
  In her human vessel she can't exactly control the weather of an entire area the size of a large country with a breath as in her true form. However, she can still utilize lightning in small amounts, make small tornadoes, and cause different types of weather patterns to appear within her vicinity for about a 30, 50 ft radius. With this she can make a room foggy, cold, hot, or sprout little rain clouds, although that isn't usually useful unless putting out fires. She can't use her powers too much because of the divine signature it gives off, she doesn't want the God machine's angels after her.
  
  Virtue: Clarity - Nephelē vows to be transparent with her thoughts, feelings, and what she sees. This means if asked about something she will be truthful.
  
  Vice: capricious - some decisions she makes can be senseless or baseless and her behavior can seem inconsistent especially when she's angry or frustrated.
  
  
  Spoiler: Equipment

  Metal coins with a dove illustration ingrained onto them, she throws them, and when needed with a little added spark of electricity.
  
  

  
  
  History: Nephelē was an angel of the highest authority, a seraphim. She came about by God to manipulate weather patterns. Before her, nothing was in control of the weather which made the earth completely uninhabitable. She was in charge of making it snow on Christmas, making rainbows appear to foretell good fortune, and listening to the mortals in times of need. When they needed rain for their crops, she made it rain.
  
  When the God machine appeared and her father vanished, she had no idea what to think of it. She was very uncomfortable with the God Machine and its angels. When it came down to it, she believed that Father would not be coming back. She hastily joined the revolt at the very last moment and departed to the Earthly plane with the others. After being transported, she ended up in a temple near the north western coast of Japan without any of the other angels remotely near her.
  Without her powers the earth is in dismay, with weather happening in places it shouldn't and with much more force. (Basically with her leaving heaven, climate change happened in the wake of the absence of her gift.)
  
  Currently, Nephelē takes on the name of Arashi Mizuki (Family name first). She didn't have many troubles adapting to the human world, except for the 2 months it took her to understand the concept of currency to procure needs. Within another time frame of a few months, she found out what internet celebrities were and decided to become one to get money so she could go to college to further understand human concepts, specifically of how they view the weather. She succeeded in this, and to this day is still an influencer while going to school.

 

[Cresion Breezes]

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  True Name: Michael
  
  Name: Michael “Mikaru” Hikari (みかる 光)
  [#FFBA47]
  
  Relative Age: 14
  
  Vessel Appearance: A rather diminutive (5’1) looking schoolboy with blonde hair that often looks golden and glowing in light, often dressed like a delinquent with oversized jackets over a school uniform. His eyelashes, eyebrows and hair seems to have a feathery quality to them.
  
  
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  Virtue: Justice - A staunch defender of the weak and justicar of evil.
  
  Vice: Naivety - Oftentimes gullible and is easily manipulated into attacking things.
  
  Equipment: “Kuroneko” Laminated Designed Baseball Bat (Pictured)
  
  Celestial Gift:
  Prince of Sword and Shield
  Michael is an extremely powerful combatant and warrior even by angel standards, as he is often tasked with leading both defensive and offensive battles, protecting the celestial and casting down evil through his combat prowess. Even after being casted down into the human world, this quality remains, as his physical abilities exceed even other angels while in human vessels. However, his nature of defending truth and acuity for justice also granted him the ability to gain the loyalty and rapport of anyone that he has defeated in a willing duel, or has defended from danger. Although this is only significantly noticeable in humans.
  
  History:
  Despite his infamy for the feat of falling Lucifer, Michael is a surprisingly simple minded angel after one gets to know him. For all of his existence he was a warrior who diligently fought battles that their Father would give to them, as a commander of warrior angels this was his natural task. This developed a strong sense of justice in him, as he often liked to protect the weak or anyone who couldn’t protect themselves. However, Michael wasn’t particularly keen on overthinking or introspection, he punched whatever Father or other angels told him to, and that was all.
  
  When the Machine took over, Michael initially didn’t think much of it, and even continued to obey its commands and carried out the same tasks he always had. But eventually there seems to be a revolt amongst the angels against this Machine that had replaced God. Of course, this led to Michael being told that it was his task to vanquish any heretics that questioned this course of action. Initially, he did that, with great success as well due to his reputation and power. But eventually Michael was persuaded by the rebellion force that the Machine’s orders were not truly God’s “Justice” and left the Celestial realm like them.
  
  Currently Michael is a problematic middle school student who likes to skip out on class to get into fights. Through his celestial gift he seems to be running some sort of street gang known as “Amaterasu Tenshi” that consists of humans he had once beaten up; they have a reputation for trying to dish out vigilante justice or citizen arrests.
  
  Extras:
  - Wears temporary tattoos sometimes
  - His taken name is “Mikaru Hikari”, but he still goes by Michael anyway. Most humans around him just assume that he is either mixed raced or has lived abroad.
  - Kind of book dumb, even though he claims he doesn’t need to go to school he doesn’t do too well on those (middle school level) exams.
  
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[Athanas]

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  True Name: Suranvar
  
  Name: Eiko Tanaka
  Nicknames: His employees call him leech, but none to his face. Other angels each have their own derogatory nicknames.
  
  Relative Age: 27
  
  Vessel Appearance: A composed, calculating man, expertly hiding his own shortcomings and instabilities from the rest of the world. He stands at a decent height of 6”2, and his athletic physique coupled with his blond hair often make him stand out amongst a small crowd, to say nothing of the way he dresses. His eyes have been frequently described as downright unnerving by many, and he uses it to his full advantage.
  
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  Spoiler: True Form

  
  
  
  Celestial Gift:
  Corrupting ambition
  Suranvar was originally created as the angel responsible for overseeing the evolution of humanity, but was eventually corrupted by this very duty. More and more parts of him were eroded, ruined, corrupted by this malign influence, until the angel was a mechanical monstrosity, as sublime in its efficiency as it was hideous in its form, a form that could taint mortals and his environment alike.
  
  At his peak Suranvar had alacrity unlike anything even his fellow angels could grasp, his reforged body moving with unparalleled speed. He possessed terrifying armaments, not the noble blades and lances of fellow angels, but dishonorable hails of shrapnel and coils of chaotic energies. Everything he touched was polluted or set alight with green flames, and toxic smog heralded his arrival, shielding him while poisoning any unfortunates too slow or too stubborn to move away.
  
  But this was before his retreat into the earth, and now Suranvar retains but a fraction of such might.
  
  
  Virtue: Diligence. Suranvar will always see his task through in an efficient manner, regardless of the obstacles.
  
  Vice: Greed. Suranvar must covet, it is an intrinsic part of him now. Money, power, conquests, information-he cannot deny the lure of having more.
  
  Equipment: An agenda where he writes his business. A lighter and some expensive cigars(he does not need either, but they help his cover)
  
  History:
  Suranvar was amongst the high-ranking angels, once tasked with overseeing the development of humanity in a way most unique. His task was to stoke the fires of their inspiration, the drive that differentiated them from the other beasts of the earth. To be a muse that leads them ever onward, to new heights, to new achievements.
  
  And for some time, that went swimmingly. But the problem about ambition is that it is never satisfied, only growing greater with each achievement. And as humanity’s ambitions brought them into conflict with each other, Suranvar merely watched. He watched as empires rose and fell, each one inflicting greater horrors than the one that came before. He watched untold millions die in the name of progress and advancement. He watched greed consume children in a labyrinth of gears that he had inspired the design of. He watched humanity develop truly horrifying weapons, all in accordance to his whispered advice. He never forced anything upon them, he merely gave them the means to act out what they truly wanted.
  
  And what they truly wanted had ever been destruction. Pollution. Madness and terror. They were a species of self-destructive monsters, eager to poison their own surroundings and themselves just for the tiniest chance of continuing that unrestrained forward momentum.
  
  The arrival of the machine and it’s influence was the last nail in the coffin for Suranvar. This living monument to stagnancy terrified him to his core, made him empathize with the humans just that much more. The sense of powerlessness fed into his fear, and his strained mind sought to fight back much like his charges. He would employ the same tactics, the same methods that he had shown them.
  
  It was a thoroughly biased point of view, perhaps, completely tainted by his own role in overlooking humanity. But even so, after millennia of exposure, he began to shift in accordance with this new idea, this new version of humanity. His beautiful form charred, sloughed off and was cast to the fires, replaced with a far superior one of wiring and groaning metal. His very breath poisoned the air, his very blood caught fire at the slightest spark. No longer could one listen to him for advice on how to progress, for novel ideas to be planted in their heads. Instead, the maddening whirring of mechanisms was all the counsel one would receive.
  
  Following this transformation Suranvar was greatly shunned by the rest of the angels for undergoing such a terrible change. In an amusing twist of fate, the war against the machine was actually a positive thing-it halted this grim metamorphosis, as Suranvar’s musings were put on hold for the far more practical concerns of fighting off the machine’s servants. Were it not for that, most angels bitterly say he would most likely have ended up falling completely to join the demons that plague mankind. Not that same of them wouldn't have relished the justification to break his every component, mind.
  
  Currently, Suranvar masquerades as the affluent CEO of a booming startup tech company, his millenia of experience and history of ruthlesness affording him some measure of success of wealth. Yet he has not forgotten about his vision for humanity, and so tries to always keep in touch with his fellow angels, to see if any of them have made any manner of discovery that would allow them to return, free of the machine's influence.
  
  
  Extras:
  
  Suranvar remains fascinated by the sheer cruelty of the human condition, and frequently uses some of his wealth to fund truly abhorrent endeavors or experiments just to see what happens next.
  
  He loves to try out modern weaponry, and the Japanese laws that ban anything more severe than a hunting rifle saddens him to no end.
  
  Very frequently smokes-it does not do much for him, given his angelic nature, but the sensation of poisons and tar in his system reminds him of his glory days.