Appearance: Of unimposing stature, Sarathiel's strong presence is derived mainly from her ethereal beauty and still, calm demeanor. Her placid porcelain features are the typical fare of renaissance frescoes: Gentle brow, long narrow nose, full pleasant lips, and large blue eyes carrying the knowledge of ages. Her hair falls in loose waves of amber-gold, usually arranged atop her head in simple braids. Her frame is narrow, small breasted, and lined with the faintest bands of muscle. Sarathiel's
attire remains the same as the day she was cast out, though now the formerly spotless strips of cloth encling her torso have turned ashen gray with the grit and grim of the lowly levels of Hell.
Human:
Angel:
Personality: She was built to serve, to obey, and for millenia she excelled at the task. Sarathiel has immeasurable patience, and sureness of self and purpose - though the later has begun to falter under the imposing darkness of Hell. Fiercely intelligent, but of few words, Sarathiel has little regard for those who are more talk then action. Since her arrival to Hell, she's begun to experience a whole host of emotions never felt before: anger, grief, regret, an aching loneliness. She yearns to feel love once more, for a return to grace. Despite harboring pacifistic tendencies, she has no love for demons, and the threat of being handed over to the legions is just enough motivation to ensure her compliance.
Powers/Skills: Having been made perfect, she has surprising physical strength. Though her knowledge of sword and shield combat remains, her host of heavenly powers were stripped form her at her fall, along her wings and halo. Her position in Heaven granted her a vast breadth of knowledge. There was a time she could look a man in the face, and recall in vivid detail the entirety of his life. Since her collaring, these recollections come in brief, fractured glimpses (any memory she might have of another character would be cleared by their player first).
Bio: The heavenly bickering raging above is not without its casualties. There was a time when Sarathierl donned the wings and halo of angel with tempered pride. She was one of the first, given form at the fall of man. The distribution of knowledge and inspiration from heavenly muses to man had to be mediated and monitored, and she was charged with the task under the mantle of the Archangel of wisdom. There was frustration to be found at the foolish ends to which most of the gifted knowledge was put by mortal hands, but she held fast to her charge. The ages slipped by, and she secured herself a position among his most faithful.
When the recent petty squabbles erupted above, Sarathiel was quick to attempt to assume the role of mediator, but soon both sides grew weary of her continued meddling and calls for compromise. One of her closest, most trusted companions betrayed her, convincing her that it was in man's best interest that she be more selective with the knowledge filtered down to to the mortal plane, then calling attention to her disobedience. All warring sides seized the opportunity to expell her, banishing her to the petty reaches of Hell for a duration undisclosed.
Her strategy was to lay low among the squalid peasant levels of Hell, and for a short time, her [
plan worked. It was only the recent fervor for new slaves that had hunters uncover her and collar her by surprise. She was sold as something of a novelty for a tidy sum.
On/Offs: Above all else, Sarathiel finds intellect most seductive. I made her her own
rabbit hole, and would be happy to discuss these further with whomever she finds herself under.
