Post by CASSIEL VERIOR on Dec 12, 2012 16:56:21 GMT -5
[atrb=width,500,btable][cs=2] CASSIEL VERIOR THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE | |
RANK. Rank E AGE. Appears 26 DOB. Claims 11.16 ETHNICITY. Appears Belarusian OCCUPATION. Manhattan Paramedic RESIDENCE. An apartment complex right outside the Metropolitan Hospital Center | [atrb=width,100] |
[cs=2] Although most people were never aware, Cassiel has always been, always existed, to observe the Earth. It was a simple task. The breath of life came to him in the word, "Watch", and not the words of "Work" or "Interfere". Most would have gone insane by the milleniums he's been around for, but Cassiel was meant to carry out orders. He waited and watched for days, months, years, centuries, without lifting a finger, only because he could not. It frustrated him, to be given such futile orders. Cassiel thought it was his job to help, not to fold his hands in his lap idly watch people's lives go by. But his job was to obey and not to question. In the beginning, it wasn't so difficult. He knew no other life. Then one day, she started sending him notes. She wasn't supposed to know his name. In fact, no one below was supposed to know it. They started with blood on a wall, messily scrawled "hello Cassiel". It was only a harmless, simple greeting. But it meant someone down there knew his name, and the mutilated body at the foot of the brick wall was enough of a hint for him to figure out who was leaving the messages. It was as if she went out of her way to stir up trouble right under his nose. But Cassiel had his orders, until one day, they changed to "Act". He assumed a human form and left the heavenly domains. It would not be possible for him to walk about them in his true image. It would do no good for the light that pulsed off of his body to burn their eyes out. An angel with a mission was a force to be reckoned with, though he quickly learned that he was as helpless as a newborn on Earth (granted, it was one thing to watch and see the way things went about and something entirely different to actually act upon it). What Cassiel did discover was that he managed to seamlessly integrate himself in a group of paramedics. He was familiar with his Lord's creations and how their healthy bodies functioned. Cassiel was careful to pay great attention to the different medicines that were concocted. During his early years in the 15th century, he treated most patients that fell into his care with medicinal herbs, quickly replaced by bizarre liquids once the 18th century swung around. For some time, Cassiel was a transient medic. Immortality could be rather troublesome when the people you were around began to notice that age never touched his face. A century is only the blink of an eye in the life of an immortal. Cassiel found that the world evolved at a dizzying pace, and he often struggled to keep up with it, typically stumbling upon a kindly stranger who was willing to befriend him. They took him under their wing, and found that they were secretly repaid in good health. It wasn't very long before the watcher found himself in the twenty-first century. His travels brought him to the city that never sleeps, and he found his niche in a group of paramedics. Cassiel's work had only just begun. It didn't matter where Cassiel went or what time period he found himself in; everyone said the same things about the watcher. Stoic at best, they said that he made them feel safe without words, simply a presence as if they could entrust to him whatever yoke weighed upon their shoulders. He would stand by them until they were done crying on his shoulder, and he would ask for nothing in return. Urban Dictionary is basically his best friend, and he means no harm when he may seem abrasive. Even after a good five hundred years on Earth, he's still learning and doesn't have the reins entirely gripped in his hands. However, people make it clear that what takes Cassiel time to catch onto is not the world itself, but rather, the invisible aspects of human life manifested in their cultures. He works hard to live up to it though, to assimilate as best as he can, treating it like any duty he may be assigned. He takes every single job assigned to him seriously anyways, even if he's been reduced to scrubbing the john. But despite his mild temper, it isn't very difficult to see that there is an untamed violence behind his eyes. He's hungry for blood, and only one other person in the entire world knows whose blood he's hungry for. | |
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[cs=2] played by jin |