Post by Aziraphale on Aug 18, 2012 18:58:33 GMT -5
Super Identity and Secret Identity: Aziraphale, Mr. Fell aka The Angel
Alliance: "Hero" as long as it concerns doing the moral thing
Gender Preference: Male
Age: Unknown
Birthday: Jan 1st...maybe
Personality:
For the most part, Aziraphale is a pleasant and kind person to be around. Many who have encountered him have certainly come to the conclusion that when they are around him, even for small periods of time, they genuinely feel better about their out look on their lives than they had only moments before. They aren't sure if it's just his caring demeanor or something else entirely.
Aziraphale is the type of person who always wants to keep up appearances. This is partly because there are some hero mutants which he associates with who snuff any of their brethren who do not live up to their expectations as "the good ones". Because of this, he feels it is necessary to be the most reasonable and grounded individual in the room by constantly taking the moral high ground. Sometimes he forgets about the shades of gray and doesn't realize what the heroes want isn't always the most civil option or the right one. This only tends to make him look stuffy and a little uptight. This doesn't mean, however, that he won't sometimes have the desire to do differently from what the others do based on his own concerns for doing what he thinks is right over what the others think is right. Sometimes he just needs a nudge in the right direction.
He has a habit of going off the radar for months at a time. This might be due to becoming too absorbed in his "personal work". What Aziraphale considers personal work usually entails reading a new (though in actuality they are VERY old) first edition book he's gotten his hands on from cover to cover. Many a cup of tea have gone cold when he's become far too involved in his worshiping of books.
Appearance:
The first impressions that most people get of Aziraphale is certainly that he is very English, he is quite brilliant, and furthermore, he is gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. They are correct on all accounts.
Despite being around since the Beginning of the Incredibrand Incident, he has no desire to maintain appearances and, some might say, let himself go. A certain friend sometimes teases him with slimming aids, though Aziraphale is only respectably a bit chubbier than average. While many people would say he's middle aged, no one can really pin point exactly how old he is from his looks alone. He never talks about it, except mentioning in passing that he is "quite old".
It wouldn't take a trained eye to notice that it has probably been several decades since he's bought any new clothes. He doesn't feel the need to indulge too often when the clothes he has are just fine and they'd been rather expensive to begin with (though don't mind the small layer of dust gathered on the shoulders). There might be some question as to whether or not he has any taste at all when it comes to dressing himself. This is still up for debate. Typically, he can be seen wearing collar shirts, an either exquisitely tied neck or bow tie and a sweater vest. On occasion, and if the weather calls for it, he will wear a tweed or wool trench coat. To the horror of fashion police worldwide, he believes tartan to be stylish and will wear it at whatever chance he gets. The stylishness of tartan, however, is not up for debate (no matter what Aziraphale thinks) and has been unanimously decided to be hideous.
Aziraphale prefers to do things from the background by mingling, usually unnoticed, with normal people, and therefore does not have a costume. This unseen guardian strategy has earned him the title of "The Angel". He feels that he is a better asset to the cause this way and prefers it, actually. His more egotistical brethern do not envy him in the slightest. He doesn't fight unless it is a last resort.
History:
If you asked Aziraphale where it all went wrong, he would probably have no trouble taking your ear for a few hours and telling you all about life before and after the Incredibrand Incident (despite you wondering how he knew about it like it was yesterday). He would also tell you he was not fond of the whole idea of genetically altered people from the get go. Many of his good friends and family members found themselves on opposite playing fields. He was even more put off when some of those who had been affected decided that they'd much rather cause mayhem than use their new gifts to help make the world a better place.
For sometime at the start of it all, he tried to be more frontal in his approach to stopping the villians and protecting the humans who still inhabited the city. He would be seen with a brilliant flaming sword (a gift from the more powerful heroes) and a sense of righteousness unmatched. Despite this, however, he had trouble actually fighting or harming any of the villians. In short, he was awful at it, not because he had no skills but because he had too much heart. After he gave the flaming sword away to a desperate and terribly frightened human couple caught in the crossfire, he found himself further down on the hero roster.
Since that time, he decided to instead help out the cause in other ways. This usually involves actively immersing himself with humans and helping them make better choices via being something like the angel on their shoulder, just not quite so literally. He figures the better people in general become, there might be a chance that the world could come into harmony.
Secret Identity:
Aziraphale is a bibliophiliac and therefore there is no profession for him better than running an old bookshop. It's unknown how long the bookshop has existed, but most people believe it has been there for a very long time. They will also tell you it never seems to be open, and when it is, you'd best mind yourself and walk on by. While the shop contains volumes upon volumes of first edition, extremely rare books, the shop owner looks as if he would kill you if it weren't a capital offense. It doesn't help that the shop smells like over one hundred years of dust and mustier than a subway bathroom. The few who have actually purchased a book from shop could have sworn they heard sobbing as they walked out.
At times, Aziraphale can be found about the city. He usually will be in the more devastated areas of the city, instilling a desire to do good deeds into the human public.
More than likely, however, you will find him in the local park feeding the ducks.
Power:
Aziraphale's powers are subtle and certainly not made to be offensive. This helps him to go relatively unnoticed amongst the crowds of humans he weaves though. He doesn't seem to age, although some claim he was much younger when he was initially affected.
He has an aura that effects some people to feel as though they are in good hands, though most simply disregard it as a personality trait. While thwarting villians is on his list of priorities, he prefers to have humans do the actual thwarting (if it is safe for them to do so). This usually involves slipping the right thought into someone's head. It may be similar to telepathy, although you won't hear him calling it that. He withholds that the humans always have free will to do as they please despite whatever he might put into their minds.
A second power, which he calls "miracling", involves altering the physics of space and matter. With miracling, he is able to do small tasks which aid his work. This might involve taking small objects in and out of existence, spontaneously combusting small objects, lighting objects on fire, heating up cold tea, and taking stains out of clothes (though by moral standards he does not approve of doing such things). He never, if very rarely, will use miracling for his own gain and it is not a part of his powers he uses very often (he prefers doing things the human way).
RP Sample:
He'd made himself a cup of tea. Some would probably say it was far too early in the morning to be mucking about with a kettle and sugar cubes, but Aziraphale didn't sleep so any time was a good time to have a cup of tea for him. This morning especially. In fact, this morning was going to be so exhausting that it called for a strong blend of black tea. He briefly considered Earl Grey, however, he concluded that what he needed had to be both strong and comforting. It was then while digging through his quite cluttered pantry cabinet that he happened upon a box of chai tea. This box of tea had been a gift from an enemy who was now sort of a friend after a trip to the East. At the time, Aziraphale had been disgusted that the other had even bothered to bring him a gift. It wasn't like they'd been friends or there was debt to be paid (though he didn't believe he'd ever heard of a debt resolved through gifting boxes of tea). He'd completely forgotten about it, honestly, because he'd thrown it into the cabinet as if holding it any longer increased it's potential to corrupt him to the core. Now that he thought about it, why hadn't he simply disposed of it? Ah well, that would have been quite a waste, wouldn't it? If there was anything Aziraphale had strong feelings towards, it was towards those who were unnecessarily wasteful. May as well use it then. he thought to himself.
Aziraphale prepared the tea with his usual excellence. If there was anything he was equally as knowledgable about compared to rare old books, it was the preparation of the perfect cup of tea. He steadied his hands as he poured in the milk, just enough to turn the liquid a creamy caramel color. A bit of honey now...easy...there. It would have been quite vain of him to call this the most exquisite cup he'd ever made, but it really was. More than anything, it would be perfect for today's work so he made mental note to give a long overdue thank you to the friend who'd given it to him. There was nothing a good, warm cup couldn't fix in his opinion (well there were many things actually, but at least no one would act uncivilized with a cup of tea in their hands). A cup of tea could certainly ease this unusual temor of stress he was feeling at current.
With cup in hand, he left his backroom and walked (though some might say dragged) himself to the front. Blue eyes fixated themselves on the entrance door of the bookshop. He didn't really need to do this, right? Could always spare himself the trouble...ah, no, that would have been selfish. He did need to have money to pay the rent after all. So after a swift, yet graceful, swig of tea from his cup, he found himself moving forward towards the front door. Outside, the small wooden sign in the window flipped to 'Open'.
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This is my first time RPing on a big forum like this and also RPing as Aziraphale. If I'm doing something wrong or treading OOC, feel free to let me know c:
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