Name: Isael
Race: Angel of Wrath
Age: 147
Apparent Age: 33
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Weapon:A sword of divine light that can be conjured when required. It burns demonic flesh rather than cuts, killing and cleansing all in the same blow. ['Sword' deals no more or less damage than a standard steel weapon].
Angelic Powers:Healing: Ability to heal non-fatal wounds.
Flight: Isael cannot fly, he has no wings.
[Weakness]Sense Demon: Isael can sense demons within close proximity. He knows the entropy they radiate - the soul-decay that they cannot hide as their existence errodes the earth and humanity as a whole. Unless the infernal have special abilities to veil their presence, then they will arouse his suspicion wherever they step, close by.
Bring the Light: An artifact power from when the Lightbringers led the Angels into the darkness of the Void to wage war. There are no Lightbringers today, but Isael can still use available sunlight to forge a purifying blade of holy light. This power can be used wherever there is sufficient sunlight (not at night, dawn or dusk, or inside dim buildings) ensuring the Angel of Wrath is never unarmed.
History: Illuminatum Praefervidus - 'The Burning Light' are the hand of God. When war must happen, when even the Father must admit his mistakes and turn away from his flock, if only to make them appreciate his mercy, then these Angels are his greatest gift. His greatest sacrifice.
Isael is a Purifier, a cleanser. An Angel created just for this war and just for now. He is sent to spill blood in the name of the Father and to dirty himself with such deeds - committing atrocity which ensures he will never return to the divine Kingdom. He must sin in the name of the Father, in the corrupting world of Men. They call it 'The Blackening', when earthbound Angels, exposed to the vice and unlordly creations of mankind slip from their own innate purity. Their feathers slowly darken, one at a time, cataloguing misdeeds...some say it's the beginning of the Fall and others muse that it is evidence of the severence from The Father. Without his will to sustain them, the Illuminatum Praefervidus are destined to suffer, die, or succumb. They who burn twice as bright, burn half as long.
This is something Isael has learned to resent as he wades through the filth of earth in his fledgeling years. Denied heaven while Men ensured the gift of their existence was squandered. The grind of sin that was the world of Men that he had to live amongst and how it ate at his soul. He hates this place, this Prison. This Garden Eden. And it is this hatred that allows him to carry out his duty. To be without mercy with the Father would offer his limitless forgiveness. To hide his blackening feathers, he has cut his wings off and refuses to heal the wounds, maybe out of spite for his creator. But it makes his Angelic form easier to hide, both from his own kind, and from Lucifer's.
Isael has spent the last three years defending Seattle with the kind of carnage his kind is born to provide. In the end it was futile, the Void decided it wanted Seattle, and sent some of its most vile, powerful things to the surface there. Heaven was forced to retreat, perpetuating the theme of this holy war. Tonight Isael is looking for a new place to die.
