The Creator named me:
Abdiel
But you can call me:
Lewis Mackreel
I'm a majestic:
Angel of Death
I've been around this many years:
Countless, appears to be in his early twenties
Remember this day:
December 25th
My eyes are the color of:
Cyan
My hair is a beautiful shade of:
Dark blue
The image of perfection:
Six feet two inches, two hundred pounds
I enjoy:
Collecting clocks, fixing clocks, bird watching
I'm interested in:
Females
People say I'm:
A reserved person that likes to keep his secrets, well just that secrets. His personal life is his own and he feels that only the select few may know about it, and so far he's found no one to divulge in. He falls under the category of the 'silent type' and communicates with grunts and nods, though it's been known for him to begin a conversation if it has to do with the few things he finds pleasant. He takes his job very seriously and can often be counted on to perform and complete any task, no matter the difficulty. His presence to some is unnerving and his stare sends shivers down the spine; his eyes reflect the cold emptiness. It's easy to imagine him performing even the most heinous of crimes with only apathy.
But they don't know me:
Abdiel was originally an angel of the Creator, the Angel of Death to be more specific. His job was simple; a simple touch of a living thing from him, and they died. It was always peaceful, for that is what death is; peaceful. An end to all the strive and pain that living caused, yes truly he was a gift to all mortal kind. Eons passed before Abdiel was corrupted. There was no trigger, no traumatizing incident; it was simply the day Abdiel's heart turned black. He had gotten into his head that he was The Creator. He who decided who lived and died. With a touch of the hand, slight of the wrist, flap of the wing; living beings fell. They crumbled, they ceased to exist, and all because of him.
It was during the Black Plague that he struck. The disease was already in motion when many others began to die, though who had yet to even contract it. At first, it went unnoticed, towns were dying; who was to notice a family of three? His targets became larger, three families at a time, a forest full of trees, a small village. Wide spread chaos arose when he finally swept over an entire town. The people died, the animals collapsed where they were, vegetation rotted, nothing escaped the hand of death.
When he returned to the Above he was greeted by the Creator. His actions were unholy; striking down those whose time had yet to come. He was stripped of his titles, powers, and cast into Nothing. For a thousand years he was subjected to enduring the long expanse of nothing. Left with only his thoughts, he grew mad. He originally was to spend eternity in Nothing, to amend for his sins, but through ways even he has no acknowledge of, he managed to escape. No longer able to return to the Above, the next century was spent in a murderous rage. None were safe before him, no woman, man, or child. After the one hundredth year his rage and thirst for revenge was quenched and he lived a life of seclusion for thirty years, and during that time he changed his name to Lewis Mackreel.
Time passed and he began to commit crimes: grand theft auto, assault with a deadly weapon, theft. His greatest crime was bank robbery, and the one crime that led to his arrest. He would later be charged with the rest of his crimes and sent to Silver Academy. He was Silver Academy's first student, and quickly became popular with his peers. He spent a total of two years at the academy, quickly climbing the ropes to Platinum rank and graduating. He had been 'cured' and became the government's lap dog.
He performed any and all task given to him, with neither comment nor complaint; even when sent overseas. His missions were always kept secret, and only the ones who truly controlled the government had access to his files. He spent three years doing this until being recalled to the academy to become a guardian. As usual, he had no objections.
Deathly Abilities
Kiss of Death:
Although he has been stripped of his more powerful abilities, Abdiel was born for death, and so his abilities reflect this. He can no longer kill with just his aura, and now his presence only depresses people. Close contact is enough to damper someone's mood, but physical contact can bring a person to their knees; regretting their birth and wanting to be reborn as something as lowly as a worm. If he 'swaps saliva' with a person, it can make people want to commit suicide. He has complete control of this, with concentration, and his aura only truly runs free when he becomes angered, or is around a person he has a true distaste for. Truly useless in battle due to the fact that he needs physical contact to affect an opponent.
Deathly Presence:
His aura is lethal to small life forms; plants and animals, those who have lost the will to live, a possible newborn if his aura gets too out of hand. His very presence or a glare has those affected have their last breath escape quite suddenly. Those with strong wills to live don't even notice this however, so he's truly only a danger to plants and animals.
I've mastered this:
Katana
My ID # is:
#042
I guard:
Eiri LeChance
My rank is:
Bronze
I take:
Gym
Science [Anatomy and Physiology]
Mathematics
AP Literature
More of these:
Less of these:
I can't live without:
Imaginary Foe
Abdiel
But you can call me:
Lewis Mackreel
I'm a majestic:
Angel of Death
I've been around this many years:
Countless, appears to be in his early twenties
Remember this day:
December 25th
My eyes are the color of:
Cyan
My hair is a beautiful shade of:
Dark blue
The image of perfection:
Six feet two inches, two hundred pounds
I enjoy:
Collecting clocks, fixing clocks, bird watching
I'm interested in:
Females
People say I'm:
A reserved person that likes to keep his secrets, well just that secrets. His personal life is his own and he feels that only the select few may know about it, and so far he's found no one to divulge in. He falls under the category of the 'silent type' and communicates with grunts and nods, though it's been known for him to begin a conversation if it has to do with the few things he finds pleasant. He takes his job very seriously and can often be counted on to perform and complete any task, no matter the difficulty. His presence to some is unnerving and his stare sends shivers down the spine; his eyes reflect the cold emptiness. It's easy to imagine him performing even the most heinous of crimes with only apathy.
But they don't know me:
Abdiel was originally an angel of the Creator, the Angel of Death to be more specific. His job was simple; a simple touch of a living thing from him, and they died. It was always peaceful, for that is what death is; peaceful. An end to all the strive and pain that living caused, yes truly he was a gift to all mortal kind. Eons passed before Abdiel was corrupted. There was no trigger, no traumatizing incident; it was simply the day Abdiel's heart turned black. He had gotten into his head that he was The Creator. He who decided who lived and died. With a touch of the hand, slight of the wrist, flap of the wing; living beings fell. They crumbled, they ceased to exist, and all because of him.
It was during the Black Plague that he struck. The disease was already in motion when many others began to die, though who had yet to even contract it. At first, it went unnoticed, towns were dying; who was to notice a family of three? His targets became larger, three families at a time, a forest full of trees, a small village. Wide spread chaos arose when he finally swept over an entire town. The people died, the animals collapsed where they were, vegetation rotted, nothing escaped the hand of death.
When he returned to the Above he was greeted by the Creator. His actions were unholy; striking down those whose time had yet to come. He was stripped of his titles, powers, and cast into Nothing. For a thousand years he was subjected to enduring the long expanse of nothing. Left with only his thoughts, he grew mad. He originally was to spend eternity in Nothing, to amend for his sins, but through ways even he has no acknowledge of, he managed to escape. No longer able to return to the Above, the next century was spent in a murderous rage. None were safe before him, no woman, man, or child. After the one hundredth year his rage and thirst for revenge was quenched and he lived a life of seclusion for thirty years, and during that time he changed his name to Lewis Mackreel.
Time passed and he began to commit crimes: grand theft auto, assault with a deadly weapon, theft. His greatest crime was bank robbery, and the one crime that led to his arrest. He would later be charged with the rest of his crimes and sent to Silver Academy. He was Silver Academy's first student, and quickly became popular with his peers. He spent a total of two years at the academy, quickly climbing the ropes to Platinum rank and graduating. He had been 'cured' and became the government's lap dog.
He performed any and all task given to him, with neither comment nor complaint; even when sent overseas. His missions were always kept secret, and only the ones who truly controlled the government had access to his files. He spent three years doing this until being recalled to the academy to become a guardian. As usual, he had no objections.
Deathly Abilities
Kiss of Death:
Although he has been stripped of his more powerful abilities, Abdiel was born for death, and so his abilities reflect this. He can no longer kill with just his aura, and now his presence only depresses people. Close contact is enough to damper someone's mood, but physical contact can bring a person to their knees; regretting their birth and wanting to be reborn as something as lowly as a worm. If he 'swaps saliva' with a person, it can make people want to commit suicide. He has complete control of this, with concentration, and his aura only truly runs free when he becomes angered, or is around a person he has a true distaste for. Truly useless in battle due to the fact that he needs physical contact to affect an opponent.
Deathly Presence:
His aura is lethal to small life forms; plants and animals, those who have lost the will to live, a possible newborn if his aura gets too out of hand. His very presence or a glare has those affected have their last breath escape quite suddenly. Those with strong wills to live don't even notice this however, so he's truly only a danger to plants and animals.
I've mastered this:
Katana
My ID # is:
#042
I guard:
Eiri LeChance
My rank is:
Bronze
I take:
Gym
Science [Anatomy and Physiology]
Mathematics
AP Literature
More of these:
- ✔ Peaceful deaths
✔ Ravens
✔ Clocks
✔ Horror themed literature
✔ Strong-willed individuals
Less of these:
- ✖ Being unprofessional
✖ Sluts
✖ Tea/Coffee
✖ Perverts
✖ Oranges
I can't live without:
Imaginary Foe
