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M A L E > "Aaron 'Noctua' Murdock." > F E M A L E > > O T H E R > >
Characters Relations ~l a s t u p d a t e d~ 8/3/15
Aaron "Noctua" Murdock ~e n e m i e s~ N/A ~f a m i l y~ Father- God Mother- N/A Sibling(s)-Technically all celestial beings ~a c q u a i n t a n c e s~ N/A ~f r i e n d s~ Curat & Orion ~o f r o m a n t i c / s e x u a l r e l a t i o n ~ None are alive Other ~e n e m i e s~
~f a m i l y~ Father- Mother- Sibling(s)- ~a c q u a i n t a n c e s~
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 2:30 am
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Age: Many millennia.
Gender: Male, though when originally created he had no gender
Eye Color: It varies in shades of blue.
Hair Color: Black or dark brown, depending on where you stand.
Hair Length: Relatively short.
Height: 6"1
Weight: 182 lbs.
Ethnicity: British and Russian with a smudge of Irish and Italian.
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Relationship/Marital Status: Single
Scars and/or Tattoo's: s c a r s > A bullet wound in left shoulder. > A gash from a knife starting at the left hipbone and ending about an inch and a half above the navel. > Six burn marks and scars symmetrical on his shoulder blades, two starting at the edge and two getting closer to the center. The last two are right under the two closest together. This is from damage done to his wings. t a t t o o ' s > Celestial and angelic symbols on his lower left arm,(see picture) and upper right arm chest, and three more going down his spin, starting in between his shoulder blades and two more going down the dip in his back. > He has his favorite star cluster, otherwise know as home, tattooed like a glove in his right palm. It doesn't touch his wrist and on his fingers doesn't go past the first knuckle > Littered all over his body, to many places to name, are quotes, names, spells and other things in angelic/celestial writing, Enochian, Malachim , and lastly the Langues of Magi. ~(I'm going to name a few of the significant quotes/spells/etc. that are littered along his skin. I will add onto this as I think them up and give them a place or as new ones are gained. I may or may not explain why they are their/what led him to get them.)~ > Worthless Left side on his rib cage under his breast, written in Enochian > A shell of a man, who can never be his best. going down his right forearm written in Malachim >~
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Personality: Very closed minded and emotionally guarded, tend to keep up walls and blocks himself from other people. A dry sense of humor though he would argue and say that he is rather funny. Tends to, more often then not, cover up how he really feels with something more nonchalant and/or monotone, some call it lying but he wouldn't deem it as such. Very blunt and straight forward, never misses the point. Can be a little hubris at times but give the guy a break, he's over a billion years old and has been fighting almost his whole life, let him think he's got some cool title.
Biography: "I was never born, but a very very long time ago I was created. I was strong and wise and I could even dare say I was worshiped. I was an Angel of the lord. A warrior of God. I was a solider and a very good one. The name gifted upon me was Noctua, after a constellation. I wore the name with pride. I obeyed orders weather it was from the Garrison or God or higher ranking angels. A was a good little solider. I never had a fall point, I always got done what needed be done. My fighting style...well there was never one to being with. I didn't have a certain method I depended on, I did whatever fit and because of this no one could figure out my next move, it was great tacit. I fought the bad in the world, evil creatures who sought to do it harm. Demons, vampires, werewolves, ghost, ghouls even leviathan and then some, it was my job to clear them out for something new and ensure their safety. Those where humans. I was ordered to clear earth enough to create safe path humans could evolve. While there where many, many others I was the archangel of keeping the majority of humans safe, at lest I thought so. I made sure you kept away from all the monsters and I made sure you kept away from us, at lest for the most part. We are Angels, but we are far from perfection. We have small flaws but they are what make us us. And we are profound creatures. Nothing like man, as the books will tell you we are pure, celestial intentional wave lengths who, in order for you to see, take vessels that are offered. We keep are wings visible in order to use are energy elsewhere. For millennia I fought to protect you. I remember everything and everyone. Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel, David and Goliath, Sodom and Gomorrah, the Lioness of Brittany and so many other. I walked some to heaven, I've saved some from Hell I've done so much for humans, for Heaven. I was there for the Prehistoric Times, Ancient Egypt, The Early Middle East, Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, Africa, China, Japan, Central and South American Empires, South Asia: India and Beyond. I was alive before life had begun on Earth, watching from Heaven and preparing for orders. I was created with the universe. I was watched Earth when the first life took its form there and called the flouting, post volcanic hunk of rock home. Yet still I was-am as my brothers and sister say, a flawed Angel, more flawed from the rest.
You see I have something the others did not. I felt things. I felt doubt and sadness. I knew of joy and happiness and love. I was aware of what the twist in our gut was, I understood the emotions and worse I accepted them. This is not something an Angel does, or is. It just doesn't happen.
200 years ago is when I fell from grace. More like pushed from it. My tether to Heaven was thin, nearly nonexistent but it was there, which allowed me to keep my wings and most of my grace. With the low amount of power I still had I helped you all, I continued my duties as a solider and did all I could to keep the ones who needed to be kept out of harms way out of harms way. I became a short of hunter. I kept myself isolated, keeping myself hidden became harder as you all grew and found your odd ways to adapt to things. Abandoned building and empty lands where my homes. I had lost my name and became Aaron Murdock. It started off as an alias but in the end game it became who I am know known as. I used a lot of my angelic power to keep my wings out of sight, and I did my best to eradicate what I could. It was difficult and stressful, saving you all, everyday and never getting any recognition for it. You all would find some other thing to complain about. Such tiny, meaningless, pitiful, minor problems with easy solutions that you would drag on for week, months and sometimes even years.
I suppose, though, that is what a true hero is. A real hero gets no reorganization and no representation because a real hero goes unknown. Saving people from problems before they even notice them. I broke myself for you, all of you, an uncountable amount of times. I still do wonder if it was worth it.
17 years ago is when I was cut off from Heaven completely. I am still unsure of how it all happened but I was traveling and something jolted through me. It was agonizing. The pain was so extreme that I do not believe I can describe it to its fullest. It started at the heart and traveled through the rest of my body. My grace burned in my chest and ran in my blood until it was no more significant then the flame a lighter would produce, to this day it is hardly there. My wings deteriorated never to be seen again. I get a phantom of them being there, it is a constant and I've learned to deal, it hurts most in the morning and when it is raining. I had dropped unconscious and had taken 4 and a half ways to awake up, and when I finally did wake up I was in a hospital did not recognize. The doors of Heaven cutting off their direct tie was excruciating and my vessel could not handle such profound pain. I am still unaware why my tether was completely cut, the gates just closed one day, its possible it was an accent, it also possible that it wasn't. There as well a chance they will open again as there is that they never will. Right now I am balanced on the thin line of angel and human. I don't know what I am anymore..."
Strengths: Vast knowledge on the universes/galaxy, other universes and galaxies and history. Knows the signs of many illnesses and knows how to cure them with limited supplies. Still get a faint sense when something is not right, for example, when he or someone is in danger or when someone is ill or injured. Due to a long time on earth I know many things and can speak many langues, some even long forgotten by now. High pain and alcohol tolerance
Weakness: Will often drink himself into oblivion,and will have to spend most of his mornings nursing hangovers. He isolate himself from people and keep them out because of some irrational fear. It may be an advantage that he has so much knowledge but now that his vessel is teetering closer to becoming fully human (note: which would slowly kill him.) it becomes painful to remember certain things. the longer ago it happened the more painful it is.
Likes: 💓 Alcohol and cigarettes 💓 Helping people 💓 Nature 💓 Teas and honeys 💓 Snow/winter 💓 Reading 💓 Astronomy/The night sky 💓 Learning knew things/Teaching others
Dislikes: 💔 Rain 💔 Sky pollution (pollution in general) 💔 Fireworks 💔 The mention of his past/having to explain who he once was
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Spices: Angel
Ability(s): ~Aaron still has~ Angelic Eye(s)- > As explained to you before some angels take human vessels in order to blend in, well some creatures do this as well. In order to fulfill his duties he would need to tell which from which, so Aaron can see the true faces of people. An example of this is, if you are a human you would look actually the same but if you where, say, a demon he would be able to see the face of your true form. It also should be noted that he can still see souls, just not as well as he could if he where at full power. Low Healing- > Despite his almost deadly shortage on celestial intent he can still heal himself, but it would take a long time, a lot of concentration/meditation and the wound cannot have hit anything vital. He can heal other people, but if he where to he would lose more of his grace and likely never get it back, healing other people is a death wish and he will not do it under flexible circumstances. Prayers- > If people pray to him he can still get it, it's like a heavenly, one way phone call. There just a good chance that now he cant respond to it. He will only lose this if he loses all his grace. ~If tether is reconnected~ Flight- > If the gates to heaven where to reopen for him his wings would come back, they would be broken and tattered for the first few months but after that time they would be large, beautiful and usable. Full Heal- > He would he able to heal himself within seconds from any weapon no matter wear it hit if it is not an angel blade or enchanted, he could also fully heal people without consequence. Purify/Manipulate- > There isn't much to say on this part, these powers are strictly towards natural things (i.e bodies of water[not ocean], soil, trees plants) and takes a lot of energy and focus. Smite- > This was how to quickly get things done on the battle field. When he is at full power or focuses enough of it he can eradicate evil within a single tough. He does this by moving an overwhelming amount if celestial intent, or grace, into the body and it kinda purifies them, though they do die in this process. This tacit can also be used on other angels. While this works on humans it is almost never used towards them.
Body Type: Lean and muscular. Has the build of a ballerina.
Health: p h y s i c a l: General very healthy, if illness comes his way his remaining grace will deal with it.
m e n t a l: Not so much when it comes to this. Years of isolation and somewhere around 14 billion years of memories and knowledge has done a huge number (not a good number either) on his mental state.
Possible Pet Information: O r i o n > Orion was a stray before Aaron had found him four years ago. Orion was a young adolescent when Aaron found him and had three legs possibly since birth. Other then his lost leg he is a very health cat and likes to be around Aaron at all times, he hates being along. Most days will be spent with Orion on Aaron's shoulder as his human wondered.
C u r a t > Curat is another cat kinda? They hitched a hide on Noctua about 2,100 years ago when he was going from one universe to another. He was enjoying a lovely place where time, physics and almost any kinds of logic don't exist and it was amazing, but when he came back this little buddy was with him. Their fur is either black with a purple-ish tint to it, or its grey. Curat has three eyes and sometimes they have these purple spikes, which can be poisonous. Every now and again it will grow tentacles around its tail but they fall of within a week but grow back. Curat i both a boy and a girl, Noctua had found out. He liked Curat, he's cool and gets along well with Orion. And, as Noctua found out 2,100 ish years ago the cat can float! Curat is pretty neat, which is why his name is what it is, Curat translates to Neat in Romanian.
Extra: Has been to more then one universe and more then one galaxy not counting this one! He was created on a star somewhere in the cluster painted on his hand and his favorite planet to go to in this galaxy is Pluto, space is technically his home, he is very upset because he can no longer go to see it. A lot of the things he knows are not known by humans He almost never uses contractions (if he does its cause I'm tired and forgot) He drinks everyday, whether its poured into his coffee or from a flask he will drink, it calms his nerves and puts him in a comfortable place between forgetting and remembering, normally he doesn't feel anything until the 5th or 6th drink but once he gets there its all worth it. He knows ever constellation and can name then by heart.
Housing Unit and District: ~Simple Home in Residential District on Cedar Avenue~
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~~Quotes for Aaron~~
"Shooting stars sure are pretty when they fall, huh?" “He learned to love the way he knew to fight, with harsh hands and brutal body, never unguarded yet always intense. but you see, the trouble was he never wanted war.” "To sleepless nights and dreamless days" "You loved him like a mouthful of whiskey. He numbed your lips, as well as your heart. And like bourbon he burned the whole way down." "'What kind of Angel is he?' 'A broken one...'"
You loved him like a mouthful of whiskey. He numbed your lips,
I was never born, but a very very long time ago I was created. I was strong and wise and I could even dare say I was worshiped. I was an Angel of the lord. A warrior of God. I was a solider and a very good one. The name gifted upon me was Noctua, after a constellation. I wore the name with pride. I obeyed orders weather it was from the Garrison or God or higher ranking angels. A was a good little solider. I never had a fall point, I always got done what needed be done. My fighting style...well there was never one to being with. I didn't have a certain method I depended on, I did whatever fit and because of this no one could figure out the next move I would make, it was great tacit. I fought the bad in the world, evil creatures who sought to do it harm. Demons, vampires, werewolves, ghost, ghouls even leviathan and then some, it was my job to clear them out for something new and ensure their safety. Those where you, or at lest I assume most of you. Humans. It was my job to clear earth enough so it would be safe for you all to evolve. While there where others I was the main in charge of keeping the majority of you safe. I made sure you kept away from all the monsters and I made sure you kept away from us, at lest for the most part. We are Angels but we are far from perfection. We have small flaws but they are what make us us and we are profound creatures. Nothing like man, as the books will tell you we are pure, celestial intentional wave lengths who, in order for you to see, take vessels that are offered. We keep are wings visible in order to use are energy elsewhere. For millennia I fought to protect you. I remember everyone I ever spoke to, such as Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel. I meet the Lioness of Brittany and so many other. I walked some to heaven, I've saved some from Hell I've done so much for you, for Heaven. I was-am as my brothers and sister say, a flawed Angel, more flawed from the rest.
"You see I have something the others did not. I felt things. I felt doubt and sadness. I knew of joy and happiness and love. I was aware of what the twist in our gut was, I understood the emotions and worse I accepted them. This is not something an Angel does, or is. It just doesn't happen."
200 years ago is when I fell from grace. More like pushed from it. My tether to Heaven was thin, nearly nonexistent but it was there, which allowed me to keep my wings and most of my grace. With the low amount of power I still had I helped you all, I continued my duties as a solider and did all I could to keep the ones who needed to be kept out of harms way out of harms way. I became a short of hunter. I kept myself isolated, keeping myself hidden became harder as you all grew and found your odd ways to adapt to things. Abandoned building and huge empty lands where my homes. I had lost my name and became Aaron Murdock. It started off as an alias but in the end game it became who I am know known as. I used a lot of my angelic power to keep my wings out of sight, and I did my best to eradicate what I could. It was difficult and stressful, saving you all, everyday and never getting any recolonization for it. You all would find some other thing to complain about. Such minor problems with easy solutions that you would drag on for week months and even years.
As well as your heart. And like bourbon, he burned the whole way down.
You loved him like a mouthful of whiskey. He numbed your lips,
I was never born, but a very very long time ago I was created. I was strong and wise and I could even dare say I was worshiped. I was an Angel of the lord. A warrior of God. I was a solider and a very good one. The name gifted upon me was Noctua, after a constellation. I wore the name with pride. I obeyed orders weather it was from the Garrison or God or higher ranking angels. A was a good little solider. I never had a fall point, I always got done what needed be done. My fighting style...well there was never one to being with. I didn't have a certain method I depended on, I did whatever fit and because of this no one could figure out the next move I would make, it was great tacit. I fought the bad in the world, evil creatures who sought to do it harm. Demons, vampires, werewolves, ghost, ghouls even leviathan and then some, it was my job to clear them out for something new and ensure their safety. Those where you, or at lest I assume most of you. Humans. It was my job to clear earth enough so it would be safe for you all to evolve. While there where others I was the main in charge of keeping the majority of you safe. I made sure you kept away from all the monsters and I made sure you kept away from us, at lest for the most part. We are Angels but we are far from perfection. We have small flaws but they are what make us us and we are profound creatures. Nothing like man, as the books will tell you we are pure, celestial intentional wave lengths who, in order for you to see, take vessels that are offered. We keep are wings visible in order to use are energy elsewhere. For millennia I fought to protect you. I remember everyone I ever spoke to, such as Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel. I meet the Lioness of Brittany and so many other. I walked some to heaven, I've saved some from Hell I've done so much for you, for Heaven. I was-am as my brothers and sister say, a flawed Angel, more flawed from the rest.
"You see I have something the others did not. I felt things. I felt doubt and sadness. I knew of joy and happiness and love. I was aware of what the twist in our gut was, I understood the emotions and worse I accepted them. This is not something an Angel does, or is. It just doesn't happen."
200 years ago is when I fell from grace. More like pushed from it. My tether to Heaven was thin, nearly nonexistent but it was there, which allowed me to keep my wings and most of my grace. With the low amount of power I still had I helped you all, I continued my duties as a solider and did all I could to keep the ones who needed to be kept out of harms way out of harms way. I became a short of hunter. I kept myself isolated, keeping myself hidden became harder as you all grew and found your odd ways to adapt to things. Abandoned building and huge empty lands where my homes. I had lost my name and became Aaron Murdock. It started off as an alias but in the end game it became who I am know known as. I used a lot of my angelic power to keep my wings out of sight, and I did my best to eradicate what I could. It was difficult and stressful, saving you all, everyday and never getting any recolonization for it. You all would find some other thing to complain about. Such minor problems with easy solutions that you would drag on for week months and even years.
As well as your heart. And like bourbon, he burned the whole way down.
You loved him like a mouthful of whiskey. He numbed your lips,
I was never born, but a very very long time ago I was created. I was strong and wise and I could even dare say I was worshiped. I was an Angel of the lord. A warrior of God. I was a solider and a very good one. The name gifted upon me was Noctua, after a constellation. I wore the name with pride. I obeyed orders weather it was from the Garrison or God or higher ranking angels. A was a good little solider. I never had a fall point, I always got done what needed be done. My fighting style...well there was never one to being with. I didn't have a certain method I depended on, I did whatever fit and because of this no one could figure out the next move I would make, it was great tacit. I fought the bad in the world, evil creatures who sought to do it harm. Demons, vampires, werewolves, ghost, ghouls even leviathan and then some, it was my job to clear them out for something new and ensure their safety. Those where you, or at lest I assume most of you. Humans. It was my job to clear earth enough so it would be safe for you all to evolve. While there where others I was the main in charge of keeping the majority of you safe. I made sure you kept away from all the monsters and I made sure you kept away from us, at lest for the most part. We are Angels but we are far from perfection. We have small flaws but they are what make us us and we are profound creatures. Nothing like man, as the books will tell you we are pure, celestial intentional wave lengths who, in order for you to see, take vessels that are offered. We keep are wings visible in order to use are energy elsewhere. For millennia I fought to protect you. I remember everyone I ever spoke to, such as Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel. I meet the Lioness of Brittany and so many other. I walked some to heaven, I've saved some from Hell I've done so much for you, for Heaven. I was-am as my brothers and sister say, a flawed Angel, more flawed from the rest.
"You see I have something the others did not. I felt things. I felt doubt and sadness. I knew of joy and happiness and love. I was aware of what the twist in our gut was, I understood the emotions and worse I accepted them. This is not something an Angel does, or is. It just doesn't happen."
200 years ago is when I fell from grace. More like pushed from it. My tether to Heaven was thin, nearly nonexistent but it was there, which allowed me to keep my wings and most of my grace. With the low amount of power I still had I helped you all, I continued my duties as a solider and did all I could to keep the ones who needed to be kept out of harms way out of harms way. I became a short of hunter. I kept myself isolated, keeping myself hidden became harder as you all grew and found your odd ways to adapt to things. Abandoned building and huge empty lands where my homes. I had lost my name and became Aaron Murdock. It started off as an alias but in the end game it became who I am know known as. I used a lot of my angelic power to keep my wings out of sight, and I did my best to eradicate what I could. It was difficult and stressful, saving you all, everyday and never getting any recolonization for it. You all would find some other thing to complain about. Such minor problems with easy solutions that you would drag on for week months and even years.
As well as your heart. And like bourbon, he burned the whole way down.
You loved him like a mouthful of whiskey. He numbed your lips,
I was never born, but a very very long time ago I was created. I was strong and wise and I could even dare say I was worshiped. I was an Angel of the lord. A warrior of God. I was a solider and a very good one. The name gifted upon me was Noctua, after a constellation. I wore the name with pride. I obeyed orders weather it was from the Garrison or God or higher ranking angels. A was a good little solider. I never had a fall point, I always got done what needed be done. My fighting style...well there was never one to being with. I didn't have a certain method I depended on, I did whatever fit and because of this no one could figure out the next move I would make, it was great tacit. I fought the bad in the world, evil creatures who sought to do it harm. Demons, vampires, werewolves, ghost, ghouls even leviathan and then some, it was my job to clear them out for something new and ensure their safety. Those where you, or at lest I assume most of you. Humans. It was my job to clear earth enough so it would be safe for you all to evolve. While there where others I was the main in charge of keeping the majority of you safe. I made sure you kept away from all the monsters and I made sure you kept away from us, at lest for the most part. We are Angels but we are far from perfection. We have small flaws but they are what make us us and we are profound creatures. Nothing like man, as the books will tell you we are pure, celestial intentional wave lengths who, in order for you to see, take vessels that are offered. We keep are wings visible in order to use are energy elsewhere. For millennia I fought to protect you. I remember everyone I ever spoke to, such as Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel. I meet the Lioness of Brittany and so many other. I walked some to heaven, I've saved some from Hell I've done so much for you, for Heaven. I was-am as my brothers and sister say, a flawed Angel, more flawed from the rest.
"You see I have something the others did not. I felt things. I felt doubt and sadness. I knew of joy and happiness and love. I was aware of what the twist in our gut was, I understood the emotions and worse I accepted them. This is not something an Angel does, or is. It just doesn't happen."
200 years ago is when I fell from grace. More like pushed from it. My tether to Heaven was thin, nearly nonexistent but it was there, which allowed me to keep my wings and most of my grace. With the low amount of power I still had I helped you all, I continued my duties as a solider and did all I could to keep the ones who needed to be kept out of harms way out of harms way. I became a short of hunter. I kept myself isolated, keeping myself hidden became harder as you all grew and found your odd ways to adapt to things. Abandoned building and huge empty lands where my homes. I had lost my name and became Aaron Murdock. It started off as an alias but in the end game it became who I am know known as. I used a lot of my angelic power to keep my wings out of sight, and I did my best to eradicate what I could. It was difficult and stressful, saving you all, everyday and never getting any recolonization for it. You all would find some other thing to complain about. Such minor problems with easy solutions that you would drag on for week months and even years.
As well as your heart. And like bourbon, he burned the whole way down.
"To sleepless nights..." I was never born, but a very very long time ago I was created. I was strong and wise and I could even dare say I was worshiped. I was an Angel of the lord. A warrior of God. I was a solider and a very good one. The name gifted upon me was Noctua, after a constellation. I wore the name with pride. I obeyed orders weather it was from the Garrison or God or higher ranking angels. A was a good little solider. I never had a fall point, I always got done what needed be done. My fighting style...well there was never one to being with. I didn't have a certain method I depended on, I did whatever fit and because of this no one could figure out the next move I would make, it was great tacit. I fought the bad in the world, evil creatures who sought to do it harm. Demons, vampires, werewolves, ghost, ghouls even leviathan and then some, it was my job to clear them out for something new and ensure their safety. Those where you, or at lest I assume most of you. Humans. It was my job to clear earth enough so it would be safe for you all to evolve. While there where others I was the main in charge of keeping the majority of you safe. I made sure you kept away from all the monsters and I made sure you kept away from us, at lest for the most part. We are Angels but we are far from perfection. We have small flaws but they are what make us us and we are profound creatures. Nothing like man, as the books will tell you we are pure, celestial intentional wave lengths who, in order for you to see, take vessels that are offered. We keep are wings visible in order to use are energy elsewhere. For millennia I fought to protect you. I remember everyone I ever spoke to, such as Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel. I meet the Lioness of Brittany and so many other. I walked some to heaven, I've saved some from Hell I've done so much for you, for Heaven. I was-am as my brothers and sister say, a flawed Angel, more flawed from the rest.
"You see I have something the others did not. I felt things. I felt doubt and sadness. I knew of joy and happiness and love. I was aware of what the twist in our gut was, I understood the emotions and worse I accepted them. This is not something an Angel does, or is. It just doesn't happen."
200 years ago is when I fell from grace. More like pushed from it. My tether to Heaven was thin, nearly nonexistent but it was there, which allowed me to keep my wings and most of my grace. With the low amount of power I still had I helped you all, I continued my duties as a solider and did all I could to keep the ones who needed to be kept out of harms way out of harms way. I became a short of hunter. I kept myself isolated, keeping myself hidden became harder as you all grew and found your odd ways to adapt to things. Abandoned building and huge empty lands where my homes. I had lost my name and became Aaron Murdock. It started off as an alias but in the end game it became who I am know known as. I used a lot of my angelic power to keep my wings out of sight, and I did my best to eradicate what I could. It was difficult and stressful, saving you all, everyday and never getting any recolonization for it. You all would find some other thing to complain about. Such minor problems with easy solutions that you would drag on for week months and even years. "...and dreamless days."
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[color=#800000][align=left][size=9]You loved him like a mouthful of whiskey. He numbed your lips,[/size][/align][/color] [align=center][size=11]
[/size] [/align] [color=#800000][size=9][align=left]As well as your heart. And like bourbon, he burned the whole way down.[/align][/size][/color][align=right][size=9][color=darkred]"What kind of Angel is he?"[/color] [color=#B22222]"A broken one..."[/color][/size][/align] [imgright]http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk176/gmassacre/needtomaketiny_zpsnvt0sw8f.png[/imgright]
