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G i v e n N a m e:: Abdiel Jasiek [ ab dee el / yah shek ]
O t h e r N a m e s:: just Abdiel, please.
A g e:: it is irrelevant
B i r t h d a y:: does not have one
O r i g i n:: created, not born, before time though an infant in the ways of the earth
S p e c i e s:: principality
H a i r C o l o u r:: light brown (click above image)
E y e C o l o u r:: golden brown (click above image)
H e i g h t:: 5'8"
B u i l d:: lean and athletic without heavy muscle bulk though with well defined upper torso
S e x u a l i t y:: heterosexual
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C o l l a r:: velvet or enchanted lace
C h a r m s:: most preferably book, pearl or halo, and at least one of the following :: (heart : spatula : chain : broom)
C o l o u r s:: at least one of the following :: (gold : green : deep purple : light pink)
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L i k e s::
☑ laughter/friendship
☑ people - especially humans
☑ learning/discovery/understanding
☑ affection/love
☑ beauty
☑ helping/protecting
☑ his God
D i s l i k e s::
☒ all modern technology
☒ lies/deceit/hatred/violence
☒ pain/suffering
☒ darkness/evil
☒ ignorance/stupidity
T a l e n t s:: Abdiel knows many things yet also knows very little. He can speak several languages, usually quite good at reading people and situations, and has a way with words (again, usually.) Don't know if this is a talent but disaster seems to follow him. Oh, and... angelly things... singing, seeming to know things, being at the right place at the right time, etc. He's good at "angelly" (love my new word?) things and bad at... humanly things.
Q u i r k s:: Abdiel is inept at living in the mortal world and pretty much anything that has to do with it. He can carry himself quite well and clumsiness has absolutely nothing to do with it. He just has absolutely no idea what to do with himself. There are things that are very dangerous for him to partake in like turning on a stove or microwaving. That is something that is absolutely way out of his realm of expertise and he should never be allowed within a thousand feet of one. If a door is locked it means he isn't going through it, repair is way out of any question (that sink can just go and be leaky and that dead lightbulb, well, it is quite alright being in the dark). He should be a fast learner but it doesn't appear to be that way when he fiddles around with the modern aspects of society and living. Let's just say he is smart but not world-smart. He is incredibly wise but... Abdiel + the world = nope nope nope.
S k i l l s:: It should be noted first that he is a master swordsman and having an "outdated" weapon does not put him behind in any way at all. He has used that weapon for uncounted years though it is weapon not used for destruction. It is one for protection alone and he does not draw it out of its sheath for just anything. If he could get along without it, he would (meaning he is quite skilled with his hands and mouth. Though, he has been seeming to struggle with the last one since he came to earth...). It is only in the most dire circumstances. His senses are sharp and his mind quick. But he has never been beaten. He is a warrior, that is the very nature of who he is: a guardian.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: There are things that just drive Abdiel up the wall. Most namely, himself. As I've said, his greatest enemy is himself and he gets quickly frustrated with what he cannot do. For example, his first time living on the earth, he got to his home and found - most horrifically - that the front door was locked. Sure, he had a key, but after much kicking, growling, handle rattling, and frustrated huffs, he ended up sleeping the night on the front porch. A neighbor took pity and let him in, of course, with his own key. Though, that is a really good example for just what he's like. This makes him look a bit like an utter idiot at times, sadly. Though, that doesn't mean he is always like this - often but that's beside the point - for his nature and species are a far stronger indicator for who he is, how he interacts with others, and the life he lives.
For those select few who don't recognize the name "principality", I'll put it simply for you: Abdiel is an angel, belonging to a choir just higher than archangels but lower than most the others. That should be close to explanation enough when saying he is an angel. He is not arrogant or haughty - far from it - but he is not without his pride and strong sense of justice. If he was nothing else, Abdiel would be a fatherly figure. By nature he is compassionate and loving with the driving desire to protect and heal what wounds have been made upon the soul and heart of a person. He is a lover without room for hatred - except for maybe that damned thermostat - truly believing love to be the healer of all ills. He is the idealistic optimist who intimately understands the darkness of the heart and the nature of human beings. Even in spite of this, his outlook is an optimistic one. He is more likely to be lead to sadness and disappointment than to anger though frustration is the likeliest substitute in that regard. He still feels joy and sadness, perhaps a bit more intensely.
He is no perfect being and does not pretend to be. He has his own faults and failings though is not bound by the same weaknesses of humanity and other mortal creatures. He is not susceptible to seduction in it's many forms - for there is more than just seduction through lust - but, on the other hand, it isn't impossible to make him bend. He is like the sapling that bends in the wind but never breaks. He loves before he hates, does not judge without understanding, and forgiveness is the healer of all wrongs. And there is always the time to be serious. And when he is, it is an eerie contrast.
H i s t o r y:: To cover Abdiel's entire history would be long and tedious. There would be little time for it considering how long he has lived. It was be difficult to say, however, that he has lived for billions of years. Perhaps it is true but not entirely accurate. As an angel, Abdiel is a creature of spirit, not flesh. That means he has no true beginning or end and is, indeed, timeless. He lived outside of time, the mortal illusion of progression towards infinity. If that were so, would it mean he actually wasn't as old as it would appear he was? It is a difficult question to answer and one that is surprisingly not all that relevant. There isn't much to remember from that time for it was an eternity without need to comprehend because he knew. For Abdiel is a Principality. Most like Angels and Powers, the Principalities were, and are, the guardians of mankind against the darkness. Powers hold the universe in balance against the invasion of evil while Angels are the intermediaries between humans and the Almighty. Principalities, between both, are the warriors beneath the Powers, guardians above the Angels. Guardians of the earth, peoples, and nations, those who guard against invasion by the darkness on level with humanity. Principalities keep foot in Heaven and upon the earth to stand guard and protect without direct interaction with humankind - something reserved by the Powers and Angels.
But evil doesn't enter the world flying from dragon-back or by bolts of lighting. Not even as dark little imps that cause chaos and terror. Rather, darkness is the seduction of the human will, convincing of the mind that it doesn't exist. It is a process that grows in the most unlikely of places to the most unlikely of people. It appears in the weakness of humanity to even the strongest. It taunts and seduces, pulls man towards it's own agendas while that person believes their path just. Sometimes it reveals itself in brutal ways by the spilling of blood and death. Evil was the quiet hand that prods and tears down without anyone knowing it is truly there... though it also can be so powerful that no one can doubt its existence. Man has free ability to choose his own fate but the angels were there to keep it fair. To be the hand that supports and protects what no man can do for himself. The opposite of the seduction, for the darkness is always equaled by the light... where it can not trespass. That was his very role, not for the individual man but for nations, cities, those who have power and authority... for there evil struck the core and tested the best of men.
Except, that meant, you had to know exactly how that worked... a general could not lead an army against an enemy he knew nothing about or what their plans were. Nor could a teacher help a struggling student if they did not know just what they were struggling with. He was uneducated and lost. He could certainly learn the ways of the people who dwelt on the earth and what moved them - for good or bad. But it was another to actually experience it and feel them. It was what he wanted. He knew things, many things, but he did not believe he was ready. He wanted to feel the world as they did and thus see at their level... to protect them on that level. His wish was granted.
A childless old man lay on his death bed, waiting for the time to leave this earth. Yet, he was greeted, asked, if he would adopt an angel as his own son. How could he refuse such a generous offer no one had experienced before? Soon after he agreed, he drew his last breath and died. Abdiel welcomed the position of being his heir on earth, taking control of what he had left behind. He had been a good, generous man who spent his life in charity work whenever he could. His wealth was left behind to finish the projects he could not. Abdiel was eager to complete them, welcoming the chance to interact with people and certainly help them! Armed in flesh, his power as a Principality was chained beyond his reach. Though not entirely powerless, he is now far more mortal than a spiritual creature. His mind somewhat effected by it but still not chained the same way. Yet, as soon as he got there, it became cripplingly apparent he was in huge trouble. He didn't know how to live on earth so how could he learn about those who lived on it?
The solution was suggested to him by a neighbor who noted his pathetic ability to live on his own; believing him to be a rich heir to the wealth of his grandfather. There were people, he was told, that would live with him for as long as he wished and aid him in everything he needed... of course missing why that was emphasized with a knowing wink... and he got to choose which one. It was a very good idea in his opinion and would be exactly what he needed. Given an address, he was told to give it a look and make sure to find someone who could actually help him not starve to death or lock himself out of the house again. He would also need someone wise, he had responded, someone who knew about the world. Someone who wasn't mean-tempered but a pure soul... it would help him, certainly, to deal with a person who could see him as he was - for only a few could actually do it. He headed towards this mysterious destination - with quite a bit of help in directions - to see if he could find this new companion of his...
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 6:22 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: In Iceland, Snædís (SNIE-dees).
O t h e r N a m e s:: Eirawen (EYE rah wen). Or Eira. Doesn't use her Icelandic name anymore.
A g e:: Too old to remember, but witnessed the first Ice Age. Appears to take the form of a youthful young woman.
B i r t h d a y:: Celebrates on December 1st - the "official" first day of Winter.
O r i g i n:: Iceland
S p e c i e s:: Ice Maiden; bringer of snow and ice, Winter Spirit.
H a i r C o l o u r:: Purest white.
E y e C o l o u r:: Greyish-blue
H e i g h t:: 5' exactly
B u i l d:: Petite, and lithe. Has defined muscle tone, and is much lighter than she looks. Leans more towards the pear shape than hourglass.
S e x u a l i t y:: Demisexual - may feel sexual desire once a reasonably stable/large emotional connection has been created. Does not feel general sexual attraction towards a specific gender.
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C o l l a r:: Enchanted Lace
C h a r m s:: Pearl, Star, Heart, Book, Spatula, Halo
C o l o u r s:: Light Blue, Sea Green, Light Pink, Deep Purple
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L i k e s::
☑ Cold weather/environments
☑ Fluffy animals (cats, dogs, rabbits, foxes)
☑ Peace/Quiet
☑ Kindness/Thoughtfulness
☑ Friendship
☑ Family values
☑ White tea
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Hot weather/environments
☒ Violence/Anger
☒ Lies/Deceit
☒ Loudness
☒ Closed Mindedness
☒ Coffee
☒ Most technology
T a l e n t s:: Probably borders on sheer luck, but Eira can bluff her way through almost any situation. Whether it's her old-world knowledge or the fact she's been around so long, the woman seems to be able to resolve any situation without much effort. Eira is also incredibly adept at all things viewed as "womanly" - sewing, crocheting, cooking and general home maintenance. It's not something that was taught or instilled into the Maiden, but something she has generally been able to do from the get-go. Especially since it's only been in the last few decades that she's stepped foot into human homes.
Q u i r k s:: When Eira is in a very positive mood, she will often move about as if she's dancing, and snow will generally fall where her feet land. It's not a conscious thing, and it tends to happen more around winter-time, but it can be quite a comical sight. The strangest quirk of the Maiden is she likes to watch people. It can be rather creepy at times, but Eira honestly finds people interesting. The most normal quirk is that she bites her nails. Not in a shocking my nails are forever ruined way, but she just nibbles on her thumb or index fingernail when concerned, thoughtful or isn't really focussed on anything. If Eira gets too warm she will occasionally lower her core temperature until she feels icy to the touch. Think of this as like a dog panting to cool down because they don't sweat; Eira doesn't sweat so she almost freezes herself from the inside out.
S k i l l s:: Being an Ice Maiden, the woman has various skills that fall under Weather Manipulation. Generally more focussed into the categories of Snow and Ice Manipulation, the woman has various skills associated with her being a bringer of Cold:
- Ice manipulation: The user can reduce the kinetic energy of atoms meaning they effectively make things colder, user may become capable of generating and sending forth various freezing effects. User also has the ability to transform moisture/water into varying forms of ice and control, manipulate and move it as they wish.
- Snow manipulation: Users of this powers are able to manipulate and lower temperature to the point where precipitation begins to freeze, and crystallize, thus becoming snow. Users are capable of ranging their abilities from small flurries, to powerful storms to devastating blizzards capable of destroying everything in the affected area. And much like Ice Manipulation, the user can freeze anything within their path as well as concentrate the snow into a single point.
Any potential Master must note that all this depends on multiple factors; environment, moisture levels in the air, energy levels. Eira's strength and range of her powers vary depending on these factors. Obviously if she is in a warm, humid environment there are a lot of things she will not be able to do. Likewise, if she is in a cold, frigid environment, her powers are only limited by her energy needs.
Eira does have a defense mechanism that she can activate on will, or if someone is genuinely interested in seeing it; she can turn her body into a living ice sculpture. Depending on if she allows you to touch her, her icy surface will feel smooth, cool and is utterly transparent, like a glass filled with ice water. This form will not freeze you; it's her rough, freezing and opaque form you want to watch out for - it will freeze anything that touches her.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Eira is first and foremost a carer; this nurturing aspect stems from her many years of watching humans, flora and fauna survive through her harsh season. Her snow and frosts are necessary for some species of plants to reach ideal quality, and the colder weather is even vital for some animal's lifecycle. Creating the perfect environment for something to live and grow goes hand-in-hand with her motherly nature, her driving force to make sure any and all creatures that cross her path. While snow and ice can often be viewed as harsh, almost dangerous forces, this is everything that Eira is not. Gentle and delicate just like the snowflakes she crafts, the woman tends to drift towards where she is needed, compared to where she is wanted. Blissfully ignorant to most of the new world wonders, Eira seems to be quite content in her old worldly bubble, perfectly happy to never touch an item of modern technology. Yet, thanks to her extensive life span, the woman is quite knowledgeable about other things - mainly how the world works when free of the confines of technology and modern day comforts. That's not to say the woman doesn't like to relax on a couch; she finds this to be a fantastic stress reliever.
Not one to point out the faults of another, Eira doesn't mind pointing out her own. She is quite aware that her semi-refusal to touch or interact with any piece of technology crafted after the 1980's has limited her in many ways, she also sees this as an advantage. The woman retains an open mind to these new and marvelous items, but it's her worry of the unknown that keeps her from using anything that isn't a stove, fridge, washing machine and microwave. Eira's personal mantra is "I may not be perfect, but I do the best that I can."
A lover, not a fighter, Eira prefers to get to know someone as deeply as possible before passing judgement on them. It's hard for her to use the word 'hate', but the woman does recognise that she doesn't have to try and befriend everyone. It's okay to cut people out of your life that cause you unhappiness.
H i s t o r y:: Eirawen has lived a long and interesting life. It would be tedious to explain every detail, as she was created such a long time ago, but it's not to say her life hasn't been interesting. The woman has watched creatures come and go from the Earth, and even bore witness to the birth of man himself. The Maiden has spent many a Winter making sure that her precious children of the cold were looked after, and that her beautiful scenery would forever be loved. At first when she was younger, it was hard to control such a thing, her powers almost too grand for such a young being, but as eons passed, and the woman began to mature, she soon found her footing and made her home initially in the place we now know as Iceland. As time passed, the Maiden found that she needed to travel to keep in her ideal environment, and this travel brought her to new locations, new lands and taught her many new lessons.
At one point, for many a century, the maiden called the Swiss Alps home, the snow capped mountains dusted almost permanently in the luxury white power. It was her time in the Alps that taught her the most about the other beings and creatures that shared her realm, and it was this natural curiosity that encouraged her to leave her nest high on the peaks to mingle with the other Spirits that shared her home. For many a decade she lived peacefully with her fellow spirits, until such a time came that humans began to invade their space.
Scattering throughout the ranges, Eirawen didn't see another spirit for many a winter. But yet the humans came more and more, building strange homes of wood at the base of the mountains, and odd contraptions to stick on their feet. The more the spirit began to realise that the humans enjoyed her snow and marvelled at the icicles she so carefully crafted, the more the woman's motherly urges began to take hold. She would spoil the humans with perfectly powdery snow so they could play, she'd keep her blizzards to a minimum when many of the humans came to play, and only every so often she'd treat them to beautiful snow falls, but only when they played nice. Soon the spirit became almost dependant on the humans arriving through her winter season, her fondness for the strange creatures giving her a new meaning to her eternal existence. Learning how to change her form to resemble her favourite creatures, the woman would wander through the various holiday resorts at night during heavy snowfall to peek into rooms and view the strange beings up close.
It was on one of these nights that a small child saw her pass by their window and the cherub's voice caught her attention. "Are you a fairy?" it asked, it's long blonde hair and curious blue eyes filled with wonder. "Yes" she replied, a smile etched onto her ice-like features. "But don't tell anyone I'm here." This innocence in Eirawen proved to be her biggest flaw, as soon the child had told her family, and the family grew afraid that something was out there that shouldn't be. By pure chance a group of skiers found the spirit dancing in a grove, her ice sculpture form moving like the solidness of her body just didn't exist. On the spot she was captured, the men too entranced by her crystal clear body to simply leave her be.
Ever since then, Eirawen has lived amongst humans, learning and growing. At first the Ice Maiden found it hard to adapt, not being able to shift forms at will, and the idea of clothing was just obscene. But at the 1950's rolled around the woman began to appreciate some aspects of human life - cooking was one, and the caring way that the female humans looked after the men was another. It was during this decade that Eirawen finally felt most comfortable in her new role as a trophy slave; a slave bought for show that also had her uses around the hose. Never wanting this era to leave, the maiden found herself slowly getting lost again as weird new fashion trends came out, as well as odd new contraptions. It seemed that each year the woman had to learn many new things, some which were pretty cool, and some which were just plain scary - like TV. A box with moving pictures and people trapped inside just wasn't entertaining.
Slowly the need for such a slave was beginning to lose it's appeal; men wanted a slave that could do more than just cook and clean, and females just didn't want to be seen with a creature that put their looks to shame. By the time the nineties was coming to an end and the human race was all worried about this weird bug that would destroy all computers (thank god in her mind), Eirawen had gone through too many homes and families to remember. No-one had the time to put up with a slave that didn't use modern technology, or seemed to be afraid of it. No-one wanted a creature that turned to freezing cold ice when touched inappropriately, and the woman found herself dumped time and time again back into slave trading warehouses. Even with all this rejection, the maiden took it in her stride, never giving up hope that her generous kindness would one day be needed.
As the Noughties rolled around and began to tick past, the need for Rare slaves began to grow, and Eirawen began to feel needed again. Men who just wanted to show off what their wealth could by took her home to be used as a living statue, even women wanted her to bring snow into their homes to impress their friends. But again it was always too good to be true, and the men as always wanted more than just a woman who could cook and clean. Refusing to give herself to anyone, the gentle being was sent back again just to be bought by another horny old man, or was thrown back in disgust after women found their boyfriends, fiancee's or husbands trying to make a move on the tiny little being. Beginning to feel just a little bit hurt by all this rejection - she really didn't mean for any of this to happen - the maiden simply waits now, hoping that maybe this time around, someone will want her as a housekeeper and cook, and not as a potential mistress. Was it so wrong to believe that somewhere in the world, there were people who just needed a carer, not a lover? The innocent little maiden keeps her hopes up.
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