Melisande

Melisande Aug 28, 2016 22:55:33 GMT -8

Post by MELISANDÉ on Aug 28, 2016 22:55:33 GMT -8

MELISANDÉ

T H E B A S I C S
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`` FULL NAME Melisandé
`` NICKNAMES Mercy

`` GENDER Female
`` ORIENTATION Heterosexual
`` OCCUPATION Astrology/Astronomy teacher
`` LANGUAGES Latin, Norse, Gaelic, English

`` BIRTHPLACE Heaven
`` BIRTHDAY N/A
`` AGE Several millenniums old

`` EYE COLOR Emerald green
`` HAIR COLOR Red and gold
`` HEIGHT Five foot nine
`` WEIGHT 189 lbs
`` DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS Birthmark on her left shoulder that looks like cat scratches
`` SCARS None, unusual in the life she lives
`` PIERCINGS Belly piercing, rings and studs in her lobes, and studs lining the curves of her ears.
`` TATTOOS A tribal set of wings sit upon her shoulder blades and stretch down the length of her back, the ends of the wings dissolving into streamers of falling stars.
`` FACE CLAIM Sabrina Maree

`` MEMBER GROUP Angel

T H E P A R T I C U L A R S
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Mercy is first and foremost a warrior. She is strength, determination, stubborn will, and loyalty incarnate; she does not stop fighting, does not give up, nor does she leave a man behind to suffer on his own. Many would see this compassion for her fellow soldier as a flaw of an otherwise perfect warrior, but Mercy would argue that they are brothers and sisters, comrades in arms meant to protect and care for another. She has such great knowledge, a startling intellect that amazes people and intelligence to hold her own against the most masterful of those who deceive or hustle with words. She is the very first, thus the very best.

On the other hand, Mercy is also softness, kindness, compassion and a shield to those weaker or unable to defend themselves. Humans, children, animals; Mercy knows when it’s best to do something rather than to let them suffer. She enjoys being a woman, enjoys the power she wields as a woman as well as the balance between feminine and masculine power. Balance is something she’s always quoting, that the balance of the world is determined by how one’s good deeds outweigh the other’s bad mistakes. She’s very analytical and a listener, waiting until she has the respect and attention of her audience before speaking. She prefers people, not just lovers, who can see beyond her otherworldly beauty to the mind and emotions within.

`` FAVORABLE TO
҉ The color green
҉ Chocolate
҉ Horses
҉ The stars
҉ Souls who need help
҉ Working with her hands
`` UNFAVORABLE TO
҉ Demons
҉ Waste of a soul/life
҉ Bullies
҉ Brussel sprouts
`` ENJOYS
҉ Chocolate
҉ Horses
҉ Gardening
҉ Fighting/sparring
҉ Teaching
҉ Quiet classical music or Celtic soundtracks
҉ Reading a good book or researching history
`` AFRAID OF
҉ Losing her wings
҉ Losing to Daemons

T H E H I S T O R Y
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In the beginning, there was light, and the wind, and the soft sound of a voice calling to her, speaking her name. Melisandé…wake up. Eyes the color of clean emeralds opened, saw the light and the wind and the clouds and saw that her hair was of the fiery sunset, with hues of red and gold that sparkled. Her skin was the color of gold cream, smooth and only dotted with tiny freckles across her nose and cheekbones, more along her shoulders.

Her wings were a thing of beauty; a blue so dark it was only black staring at the arches, fading through midnight, cobalt, ocean, and sky blue to end at silver with her primaries. Silver spots on her wings sparkled in the sun or moon, and when she stretched them out, she was startled to find that the spots were actually mimicking the constellations in the night sky, both on the insides and outsides of her arches. The voice that woke her told her that her wings were the mark of a scholar, a keeper of knowledge to spread to her brothers and sisters.

And so Mercy was born.

Centuries passed and the young angel learned of her abilities and found the strength to find her wings, spending long stretches of time catching the currents or flying over the clouds. She spent her days pouring over books and scrolls as civilization grew and evolved, filling her head with pages and pages of knowledge and wisdom that would give a normal person a headache. Naturally curious, she wasn’t too fond of being a warrior while she was growing up, but ultimately accepted her fate.

Once a scholar of parchment, she stood as a beacon of strength as her training progressed, evolving the pretty young angel into a stunning masterpiece of fire and steel. Her wings and exceptional looks brought her attention, there was no doubt of it, but it was her mind and her mannerisms that blew people away. She had a natural charisma, a quiet leadership quality that rose her through the ranks until she was in the seat of the Cadre, the circle of angels and archangels that made up the most elite of all angels…the firstborn Children of God, some believed.

Mercy got her nickname by the way she spared her enemies…rather than killing them outright, she would take them prisoner and have her soldiers extract information in any way they could, and made their enemies wish for death instead. It was around this time that she began to notice a quiet stillness come over her, a clarity that helped her train more warriors and become even better; a mentor, a teacher, an advanced warrior of God.

She watched over many souls who needed an extra hand, a gentle push in the right direction, and it was then that she came across such a wounded soul that it physically hurt to be in his presence. He was so alone, broken and beaten that his will held on by the thinnest thread. Marked and cursed by the gods, he held such angst and old power within his soul that it took everything within her to keep her strength as she whisked him away to heaven after years of watching him.

Mercy knew her presence hurt mortals; angels gave off an ethereal glow that could blind the average mortal, and at this point in time she had not yet mastered how to dim it. She told him of what she was, who she was, and spoke of the angels and of God. She told him she had been watching him for years, seeing how his inner struggles and his curse filled him with such darkness, but how his will and the love he held for his passed love kept his will flickering in the darkness. As one of the older angels, Mercy knew she could use her God’s power to remove this soul’s curse, and so she offered it to him, on the condition that he embrace the light and his wings and become an angel alongside them.

She could feel his hurt, his betrayal at never being able to see or help his love again should she be reborn, but it was beyond her power to break the cycle of the curse the false god had placed on him. She offered him peace and light, but never again would he be able to walk amongst mortals. Never again would he be able to touch her, love her, make himself known so that she would remember him. Mercy knew nothing of love or emotions at this point, but it was in his acceptance of her offer that she felt warmth unfurl in the recesses of her heart.

She took him to the healers of their people, staying beside them as they reached into him and took out the darkness that tainted his soul and gave him the wings of their people, using a single feather from each of her wings as sacrifice for the Old Magic. After that, she went away to gather their people and inform them of the war against the other gods and demons, needing to have the Word of their God be the driving force in this new age. When he was ready, she approached him with the situation.

As the centuries continued to pass, Mercy and her angel fought side by side, laughing and enjoying company as well as sending the false gods and their demons back into the holes of which they came from. The warmth Mercy felt when she had first saved him continued to burn and grow, even when dampened by the knowledge that the only reason that he slept every hundred years was to pass the time until he could see his loved one again. Mercy began to crave his approval, his affection; wanting such loyalty as he had to his lover was something she wanted to experience.

Then one day, he Fell and was gone.

Everything Mercy knew, everything she had fought for, was gone the day he came to tell her goodbye and fell from the heavens, losing the wings she’d given him and the memories they’d created together. That was the first time Mercy felt true pain; it wasn’t from the blade of a sword or the tip of a spear, but from the agonizing realization that she had fallen in love with this warrior and he had not chosen her in return. Anger bloomed bright and hot in her gut, but she didn’t give into it; instead she shelved her emotions and continued to do what she did best.

It was around this time that Angels were beginning to walk amongst the mortals, protecting them from the present demons and Hunters, as they called themselves, from killing souls who had a higher purpose or destiny. Thinking it of a great opportunity, and ignoring the tiny voice in her head that told her that HE would be there, she descended to Earth and took a teaching job at the gifted academy that protected these special souls, knowing fully well that he would be here…along with his reincarnated lover. With the realization of love came the clarity that she wanted him happy, beyond everything else, and if he was happiest with his lover…then she would support him, despite her own feelings.

`` MOTHER God
`` FATHER God
`` SIBLINGS The other angels
`` SIGNIFICANT OTHER It’s…complicated.
`` CHILDREN None.
`` OTHER N/A

T H E A B I L I T I E S
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`` ABILITY/POWER
҉ HEALING/REGENERATION Ability to heal rapidly.
҉ INVISIBILITY Unseen to the naked eye. (She uses this to hide her wings and blend in like a human.)
҉ ENDURANCE Higher resistance to forms of damage, extremely active.
҉ AGILITY Faster reaction time, greater flexibility, higher/farther jumping capacity.
҉ SENSES Heightened sense of sight, smell, taste, feeling and/or hearing.
҉ SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH Super strong man is super strong.
҉ Power over the winds and waters and light/darkness manipulation, empathy and the ability to use light absorption to heal others physically and spiritually. Can also take the form of a white owl or a jaguar.
`` STRENGTHS
҉ Light, fair weather, her age and the range of her abilities as well as her intellect and ongoing pursuit of knowledge and battle.
`` WEAKNESSES
҉ Daemon fire/fel fire, pure darkness.