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Rosiel

Inglorius Domestication

Created on 2006-07-24 22:39:40 (#10748139), last updated 2008-05-22

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Bio

:: Inorganic Angel Rosiel ::

Series: Angel Sanctuary

Talent: playing with the sands of time, summoning all sorts of lovely, often homicidal things on account of the former.

*Note: will likely find himself unable in the City, though has yet to try the either.

:: infinitely advocated ::

The most beautiful of angelic creations - the most capricious, as well. Lover, Destroyer, Lightbringer, Betrayer. Wanton, fierce, verbose, commanding. Deeply, thoroughly, fascinatingly mad.

Disastrously fond of poison, puppets, bloodshed, beauty, power, the occasional grigori with some pedigree, blood'n'bones, political savoir faire. Oh, and oranges.

:: tale untold ::

Flesh of Alexiel's flesh, half of the pair to solely lay eyes on El, one of Three Wings and no heart. Formerly the Lord Protector of Heaven, wise, gentle, unambitious, enlightened. Then the most hilarious thing happened, and a First War was about - Lucifer and his silly little domestic devices be damned - and look here, how sublime, he was sealed away by his sweet sister.

Awoken millennia later by Katan to fury, a curious thirst for retribution and the insanity driven by the rotting of his own most lovely body. Proceeded to silly nothings such as destroying Heaven, Hell and triggering the Apocalypse. Trifles, really. Commanded the very Lucifer for some amount of time. Should have killed him, too.

Perpetually enamoured with his reflection ~~and Katan~~ but drowned in his own illusions of divine grandeur. God stripped him of the gift of Being, and his wings were given onto Alexiel.

:: sine qua non ::

Second awakening occured in this charming City, with not too much to his name save an illustrous talent for manipulation and being a general pest. Denial's such a pretty thing, see - he does not accept either the betrayal of El, or his own present status. The flesh lies cured, the wings perhaps in some dire need of a polish.

Presently haunting the Cathedral, bemoaning the absence of Katan and of a few jolly good servitors, but being horribly pampered by Alexiel. Will probably endeavour in peculiar exploits or try to, say, rule everything again. It all depends on the weather outside, truth be told.

:: by the c i t y's leave

Walter | "Mother of my cross-dressing nun daughter. Lucky vampire am I."

When asked to describe Rosiel, the Corinthian had this to say: "Are you shitting me?!"

:: spilled ink ::

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