Name: Camael, the ‘One Who Sees God”, also the Angel of War
Camael was a veteran from the war. She had done as much as she could with her soldiers to try and stem the overwhelming tide of the demon hordes. Devastatingly, she was on the front line with her beloved brethren when the tide of battle turned and their lord abandoned them. Her faith was shattered into hundreds of pieces, growing smaller and smaller with each felled warrior. She couldn’t understand how they could be marooned on this hellish planet when they were doing as their Lord bade them to. All of her closest companions were eventually felled by not only the demon hordes, but also by the humans after they decided to take their own side in the war and to push any angels or demons from their cities. Of course this did not bode well for the humans as they were no longer just collateral damage, but caught up in the actual fighting of the war. Camael couldn’t blame them though, the war had destroyed much of their Earth already and they just wanted to have their peaceful lives back.
Her fighting in the wars had left the angel scarred, both physically and mentally. Her body bore the marks of her front line fighting. Scars of various lengths and complexity snaked their way over her body. A trio of claw marks on her shoulder from a feral demon, a short cut between a pair of her ribs from a blade that managed to work its way into her armor, many scars such as these cover her form, not disfiguring it, but accentuating the toned physique of a veteran warrior and matching her stern personality. Never being one that was particularly cheery, her mental state only drew further in on itself through the course of the war. She mostly kept to herself amongst the remaining few loyal to their Lord. She wasn’t sure how she felt anymore though, she kept with those still calling themselves the Lord’s army, but she still couldn’t grasp the seeming betrayal and abandonment. Perhaps He was just testing them, attempting to strengthen their resolve and test their faith. She still didn’t know that she could forgive him for her fallen friends though, and this made her worry, to not be able to forgive the Lord. She wasn’t the same angel she had been before.
Originally Camael had been a devoted warrior, training the angels and keeping them in line, the perfect officer. She didn’t give herself any time to waste and spend doing things that others would consider pleasurable. Her life had been her soldiers and worshiping, those were the things that gave her pleasure and made her happy. Now she was much moodier and kept to herself most of the time. She also had somehow developed emotions during her time on Earth, much to her surprise she had even wept when her closest companions were lost. Though not surprisingly, she had become prone to fits of anger bordering on rage.
Her olive complexion was perfect as was to be expected of an angel, the only blemishes being her battle scars. She had been very proud of these at first as they served to represent her devotion and prowess in battle, but now they only shamed her as her failure to both Lord and comrade. Her dark hair was around shoulder length when not confined by her garments, which it was more often than not, and had a reddish tint to its brown body. Her eyes were outlined with dark makeup and accentuated with delicate beads beneath them. She had a simple piercing through the right corner of her bottom lip and her hands were decorated with highly intricate tattoos from her wrists to the bottoms of her carefully tended nails. She wasn’t one for trying to look beautiful, but she did have her standards and kept the small details of her body looking proper.