Name: Drop (also called Derdekea)
Race: Second Choir of the angelic hierarchy within the Fifth Order,that of Cherubim
Strengths: Of the second highest order of the sphere of contemplation, her kind are noted for their insight into God's secrets. They possess the fullest degree of the divine sciences of the spheres, and are typified as being the very essence of joy and creation. They are known to be particularly wise, and are charged with the greatest of God's tasks upon earth. They are generally tasked with singing the praises of God, and maintaining the records of heaven, seeing to the details necessary to keep order.
Despite being one of the most receptive Orders to the beauty of the Godhead, it should be noted that Lucifer himself was once numbered amongst them prior to his fall. His wisdom tainted by hubris and pride, his insidious machinations throughout the ages are reflective of the Cherubims dangerous brilliance.
To speak of Drop herself, she most often manifests her divine powers via song, though it is rare she resorts to them. Terrifyingly brilliant, she operates with a preternatural intelligence that comes from operating beyond the constraints of mortal perception. A dangerous blend of precognition and divine inspiration, her enlightenment is infectious.
Skills: A polymath, she has a mastery of numerous disciplines of medicine and science. Engineer, doctor, holistic healer, aromatherapy and reflexology specialist, physicist, mathematician, poet, indiscriminate grappler, she is a true universal person.
Additionally, one of her most notable accomplishments within the Bible is, she was the Cherubim called upon to scatter and confound the peoples of Shinar. Given that it is she who enacted this judgment upon the Tower of Babel, she is noted as being fluent in all languages; human, animal, infernal, celestial, and inanimate.
Weapons, gear and artifacts: Merkabah, literally the Chariot of the Lord, is an ethereal construct that exists both in the highest levels of the astral as well as the banal highways of the terrestrial. Manifesting most commonly as a powder blue 1969 Pontiac GTO Judge, it is most easily described as the familiar and steed of Drop.
Weaknesses: The Temperance of the Divine greatly inhibits most angels. Drop is no exception. While they wield many gifts, angels are allowed only to illuminate the paths of destiny, not shape them. Humans must be allowed the gift of choice.
Thusly she never calls upon her gifts to force a decision. She can not make a mortal do the right thing. She may only advise prior to the sin and punish or educate them afterwards.
There are only two circumstances when a mortal will see her divinity unsheathed. In answering the earnestly made prayers for a just miracle... Or to meet out the Lord's justice. Only those souls considered truly irredeemable are subject to such wrath.
Like: Singing, the Charitable, Sweets
Dislikes: Suffering, Petulance, Mayonnaise
Personality: Clarity. She is gifted with an all encompassing clarity, of the sort that it's emulation in others would serve to make the world a better place. Unhampered by the baser emotions and the weaknesses of uncertainty, she is a creature with a boundless capacity for compassion.
That isn't to say she does not possess the full emotional spectrum, so much as the fact she is quite cautious of allowing the baser ones to hold dominion over her. Instead she is governed by duty.
She has her duty to the angelic hosts, her duty to man and her duty to choose which is of greater importance dependant upon circumstances. With all her wisdom, she would be the first to acknowledge that her knowledge is woefully inadequate to the task of determining the ineffable ways of God. She simply does what she considers to be the best course of action, praying that the gifts she has been granted see that she serves her purpose in the grand design.
Friendly and decidedly approachable, she isn't what most Christians would expect of an angel. Her best advice for living a good life is, "Don't be an asshole. Except when it's really necessary, of course."
Not bogged down in the minutiae of tallying venial sins, she lives her life in a way she feels emulation of which would better the world. She gives of herself, helps those she can, celebrates life and duty, and does as little harm as possible.
Despite her inherent inhumanity, the eons spent amongst man has colored her perceptions ever so slightly. Love of man is not lipservice for her, but quite heartfelt.
Bio: Derdekea was one of the first glimmering rays across existence when He spake, "Let there be Light." Abstract at first, as God tightened the gears of his new reality, like her siblings, she found her place within the design. She was there when the universe was heat and dust, when Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan were still shimmering in the grace of God, and man was not yet even conceived.
Throughout the ages of man, she has been one of the hands of God, one of the two Cherubim who stood at the gates of Eden after man was cast out. The angel that scattered and confounded the people of Shinar, taking away their common language.
A myriad of forms and names were hers throughout the eons, though few were ever recorded. Such was her wish. To remain unpraised. The dangers of pride were well known amongst her Order, and so she remained on the outskirts and footnotes of history.
She was there for the penning of the Bill of Rights in 1789, Da Vinci's first trembling sketches of the vitruvian man in 1487, and she was there in 1982 to buy a woman contemplating suicide in a Tulsa bar an Irish coffee. Great and small, she was one of the nameless benefactors of mankind, the lightness of her being whispered from between her soft lips. She shared words to touch the soul and offer hope.
All of her deeds remain unaccredited, except for one. A deed unperformed. The Assyrians called her "Drop", the Supreme Mother, and she is said to have descended to earth for one purpose. The Salvation of Man. With the approach of the end of days, she is forced to take a more active role than ever. No longer a nameless stranger, she finds that as the lines are drawn in the sand that she can not in good conscience join the celestial host. The Assyrians knew before she did that her place was with the humans. The Salvation of Mankind lies in the middle ground of the cosmos, Purgatory.