My Name Is. . .
Chantal Davis Levien
Call me Chanty and I will CUT you
I am Obviously a. . .
Female
What now you can't see?
You think Im what age? Oh thanks but Im really. . .
16 comes to mind.
I mean God said so... kinda
I am a...
Corrupted Seraphim
Basically a fallen angel.
MY personality is...
Due to serving god himself and siting atop his throne Chantal's bitter. Striped of everything when she fell from god's side leaves a person angry and sour. Losing most of her angelic qualties including her wings creates this sense of emptiness, as such she essentially bullies others at the unfairness of her being the one who lost everything while the mortals were the sinners.
She's very 'holier than thou' (even if she is) and extremely sassy (especially to humans). Chantal won't take your crap, she can hardly handle her own. Overdramatic and very OCD about some things Chantal takes your flaws and emphasizes them. Chantal glides with this sense of entitlement attached to her, she can't seem to comprehend the fact that she's lost that entitlement. That the humans she's scorned now have more weight in gods eyes than her.
The reality is that Chantal can seem a bit rough and cold hearted when at the core of it she's just afraid, lonely, and insecure. She's not awful just lost, she knows full well the weight of her sin and the agonizing loss of 3 sets of wings. She knows that she deserves this agony and in a way she is her own worse punishment self degrading at almost every chance. At the heart of her personality she has potential to be loyal and kind and nice but she just isn't she just can't show it. .... of course she does have her civil moments... just not to often.
My History. . .
She was created like god himself (as any real angelic being is) She was created to adore and serve his god at a seat higher than another. Granted two extra pairs of wings one to cover her face to protect from god's glorious light the other for her feet to never let him see anything "unclean". Chantal did her duty as god's servant extraordinary well. It wasn't until midway through human creation did the first twinge of jealousy appear.
God couldn't care less for her, his creation, servant, the one sang his praises and acted without err. Humans disgusting beings commit sin without thought, without care! They tarnish their soul and expect to be saved as if it's a right. Over centuries Chantal finally let the jealousy leak into her soul her heart and her wings a reflection of both. With a pair covering her face Chantal originally had no idea that the base was turning gray, sure the tips which she could notice were dimming in their golden luster but eventually all she could see was black. God then voiced his concerns "Do you see what you have become... for your sins you will live as one of those you hate yet not human enough to belong and never Seraphical enough to be yourself again. Nothing but a shell of what you used to be."
The fall was hell. Agony clutched her as her wings were ripped out her back everything was to vivid, to loud, to agonizing. To touch to feel was painful never having had to consume food before her stomach was empty and dry heaving. It was torchere. Lying on the middle of the road curled up naked in a bloody ball crying and screaming like a newborn infant was how she was found. Knowing nothing of this word this place the sight and sounds of an ambulance alarmed her in every way. They asked for a name but she never had one, she was never human, she had no real idea what being one was like, not really. So will wonders never cease that when they went to ID her the name Chantal Davis Levien came up. She tried to explain, only she was called crazy and sent to get "help"
What they called "help" was just a way to get her to conform and so the resentment grew. Finally she stumbled upon this place, just away enough from most normal humans to almost be comfortable.
Wanna see what I can do? I can...
✥ I can see, not normal or just enhanced sight, but divinity sight.XXMeaning the ability to see how powerful another creature of heaven or hell is.
✥ I'm pretty fast, like really fast.
XX As in she's a lightweight who knows aerodynamics like how infants know how to breath
✥ Thinks & Works out ideas on the fly
XX Shes not only physically fast but mentally, thats what happens when you get used to working alone.
Ability Weakness...
~Sight: Unable to determine creature type, only an estimate of abilities
~Speed: She has no real strength, one good hit and shes winded on her back out of the fight.
~Thinking speed: Sometimes she overthinks and gets lost unable to practically think
What I like. . .
↬ Music: “As they say ‘music flows from heart to soul, goes through the body and makes it whole’”
↬ Showers: "Cleanliness is next to godliness"
↬ Coffee: "Bitter and dark just like me."
↬ Gambling: "Humans got one thing right at least"
I really Hate . . .
☣ Humans: "The beasties take for granted all God gives and still want more"
☣ Pseudesthesia: "I can almost feel my wings fluttering by me. That hurts more than it should"
☣ Apples: "no, just no."
☣ Sleeping: "Sometimes when I close my eyes I still feel the fall."
