Post by Wrath on Mar 4, 2010 23:18:20 GMT -5
W.R.A.T.H
CRUEL . PSYCHOPATHIC . SADISTIC
[/size]CRUEL . PSYCHOPATHIC . SADISTIC
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A L L Y O U
Your Full Name
Mïchaél Carreau Chevalier
Any Nicknames?
Wrath
Gender
Male
Species
Angel
Age
Certainly over two thousand, however I long ago stopped keeping track.
Rank
I am one of the seven chosen to seek out and destroy demons and those who bear the contract.
Sexual Orientation
Undisclosed.
Theme Song
The World You Live In - Son of Rust, Pretty Toy (Edit) - Velvet Acid Christ
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T H A T L O V E L Y
B O D Y
Appearance
Mïchaél has often been described as being noticeably statuesque at 6’6”, his elegant facial features combined with his broad shoulders and masculine figure making him quite handsome. Silver hair falls around his face in the front, generally covering his right eye and becoming shorter in the back. His eyes are perceived as rather unusual, even among angels. His left is a silvery grey, while the other is bright blue-violet. He prefers to keep it covered with hair, as it gives off a strange glow in darkness. Despite their light colours, his eyes have a sinister darkness behind them, his years of torment permanently clouding them with what appears to be grief. His skin is very pale, likely a combination of the usual pigment of his species and having been in confinement for so many years.
He is never seen in anything other than white, aside from dark coloured shirts and ties. He sticks mostly to tailored, three-piece suits with steel blue or dark grey shirts, and generally black ties. He’s also rather partial to a white trench coat adorned with pale blue fastenings. Additionally, he frequently wears rectangular glasses and round ruby earrings. No one exactly knows the reason, but Mïchaél prefers to hide his wings and is able to fly without them visible. Those who have observed them have seen that they're as pure a white as an angel's wings can be, so it's quite a mystery as to why he avoids revealing them.
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Y O U ' R E S U C H
A C A R D
Personality
Mïchaél’s personality changed radically over the course of his life. Where once he was a calm and respectful young man, he became a crazed killer completely lacking in sympathy or care for the wellbeing of others. In his youth, he was very dutiful and loyal to whomever he served as Guardian to. He was very persistent about following the rules set out for angels and had great respect for life. He would never speak out of turn and was unendingly polite. A bit shy compared to others, he maintained a nearly perfect balance between humility and pride. He looked up to his older brother, Seraph, and remained respectful of his parents despite how they spoiled him.
As his life progressed, however, he descended into insanity. The things he saw and experienced drove him into madness, his psyche becoming deranged and chaotic. He came to enjoy killing and making other suffer. He was driven by a lust for revenge, never quite being able to satisfy the sadistic hunger within himself. No matter how he hurt and tormented others, it was never enough. He never felt that he had quite demonstrated the suffering he’d endured, and as his life continued, this only grew worse.
Now released and renamed to combat the threat posed by the demons, he sees those around him as dolls; puppets to be used and abused in his schemes. He appears loyal to the Angels, but behind their back’s he’s plotting their demise. He sees no one as an ally, but he’ll put on the facade to gain their favour. No one is beyond manipulation in his cold eyes, and he would be met with no grief were one of his ‘comrades’ to die. He watches and observes with clinical detachment, never letting emotions enter into his decisions. Aside from desire for revenge, he acts entirely on logic, his ability to feel sorrow and regret long gone.
Mïchaél is also not above using techniques of seduction to further his goals. Despite his psychotic state if mind, he's decievingly charismatic, occasionally using his charm to get what he wants. He's also not unlikely to later kill those he's seduced, if only to get them out of his way.
Additionally, he has an intense hatred not only for demons, but humans as well. He despises their weak and fragile bodies, as well as their inability to resist temptation. Despite his once loyal nature to the humans he protected, he would now rather kill them than defend them. He refrains from such actions, however, as he knows he would be executed were he to give into aforementioned desires. Being killed before carrying out his plans would be truly senseless, after all.
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L E ` H I S T O R Y
History
Born to two high-ranking Angels, Mïchaél had a rather privileged childhood. He and his brother, Seraph, who was only a year his senior, became Guardians at young ages, showing much potential in their ability to heal and carry out their duties for the humans they protected. He and his brother were pampered by both their parents, especially their mother, who referred to them both as her “precious dolls”. They received anything they asked for, however Mïchaél didn’t let it get to his head. Arrogance was never something that would touch his young mind. On the other hand, the same could not be said for his brother.
Seraph was spoiled by his parents’ doting nature, believing that everything and anything he wanted would be his. The word “no” held little meaning in his mind, aside from an obstacle of mild irritation. He began to neglect his duties as a Guardian, disliking the Angels’ principle of sacrifice. His greed grew boundless and he eventually strayed from everything his species stood for, even going so far as to take a life when they stood in the way of his desires. For his crimes, he was sentenced to exile.
Mïchaél stood and watched unemotionally as his brother was thrown from Heaven, and observed with clinical curiosity as his sins continued. Seraph’s crimes eventually drove him to delve into the clutches of Hell, a path so rarely walked by Angels. Mïchaél found it unusual how he felt so little for his fallen brother and his shamed parents. The stain of having such a brother did nothing to deter him from his set path. He spent the next century quietly and accurately carrying out his job. He would never admit it, but he was driven by the desire to overcome his brother. To make up for his shortcomings and failures. He would do the work for the both of them, and someday lead his brother back into Heaven. Little did he know, his naïveté would be his eventual downfall. His next return to Heaven would be his last for several centuries, as when he returned home, he was met with a gruesome sight.
His parents had been slaughtered in their home, their blood splattered grotesquely all over the floor and walls. In his panic, he rushed to their sides, desperately trying to heal or revive them. He was found, covered in their blood and screaming for his brother to show himself. In his grief, he did not think to proclaim his innocence, neglecting to explain that he was not the murderer. Thinking they’d caught him red-handed, Mïchaél was to be executed for the brutal slaughter of his own parents without any further investigation. It was agreed he’d been likely driven to this through grief of losing his brother, or that perhaps he’d let the corruption of his life’s spoils get to him just as Seraph had.
Just prior to the day of his execution, however, Seraph appeared once more. He explained that he’d come to finish the job, refusing to let anyone but himself kill Mïchaél. Demanding an answer for why he’d done it, Mïchaél fought against his restraints, feeling the desire to kill for the first time in his existence. Seraph only laughed, and raised his blade, ready to strike. A guard outside Mïchaél’s cell had overheard their conversation and managed to interfere at the last moment, saving him from the killing blow. Though Seraph managed to escape, the events effectively freed Mïchaél of guilt and he was told he could return to his life as it had been.
However, despite being redeemed, he had little desire to remain in Heaven; with his parents killed and lingering suspicion still surrounding him, it was no longer a home to him. His mind was clouded with thoughts of revenge against his corrupted brother and so he abandoned his place as a Guardian, descending from Heaven in pursuit of his last remaining kin. He was determined to right the wrongs against his parents in the only way he knew how. He could never forgive Seraph for what he’d done.
He spent centuries in aimless pursuit of his murderous brother. Little did he realise, in his search, he’d become exactly like his nemesis. His hands remained clean of sin for only so long before his blind rage drove him to kill. Any who stood in the way of his hunt for vengeance would fall, and before he knew it, his hands were covered in the blood of not only demons, but of Shinigami and humans as well. He was in a daze, practically unaware of what he was doing as he descended further and further into insanity. He became like an animal, driven by bloodlust and running on instinct. He was only once awakened from this, although awareness came too late. He’d already committed the exact crime he’d nearly been killed for so long ago. He had slain one of his own kind.
Another Angel had been sent to stop his massacre, but she’d not been able to break through his madness before he’d killed her. This sin would not be so easily forgiven. Mïchaél did not stop his murderous rampage, and so more Angels were sent to stop him. To him, they were no longer his people. They were obstacles, and he would let nothing stand in his way. He stood alone, with enemies at every turn and not an ally to be had. His passion for revenge somehow strengthened him, however, and he managed to fight back everyone and everything that came forth to challenge him.
After many years of endless searching, Mïchaél finally caught the trail of his target. After so long, he was so close he could taste it. His madness was at its peak, and the bittersweet feeling of revenge filled his senses and he recklessly headed towards the place his brother would be. He imagined all the horrible and torturous ways he would kill Seraph. All the ways he could make him suffer as he had. These fantasies were euphoric to him, and his heart was beating like a drum as he arrived at the place where he would finally take his revenge.
He was met, however, with utter disappointment.
When he entered the place where his brother should be, he was greeted with news that his brother had already been slain, just hours earlier. An ambush of demons was also awaiting him, and with such news as he’d heard, his will to fight had vanished. Yet despite this, the demons did not kill him. Instead, they dragged him back to hell with them, the only place other Angels would not tread in an attempt to get him back.
Here he was subjected to endless torture, never being given even a moment’s rest. The demons found him fascinating; a massacring angel who’d forsaken Heaven only to be met with the worst dissatisfaction; they’d never seen anything of the sort before, Mïchaél’s own brother being the only thing that came close. They studied him with almost sick curiosity, as their torture slowly broke the last remaining threads of sanity surviving within his now twisted mind.
Even like this, Mïchaél was still plotting. His mind was struggling for a way to escape. He hadn’t got his revenge yet. And he would, regardless of how long it took and what it encompassed. He didn’t care that his brother was already dead. He would find a way to bring him back, and then he’d kill him with his own hands.
He lost track of time while in captivity, decades turning into centuries before he knew it. It was all a blur, and he barely registered it when he broke free and killed his captors. He never managed to recall how he did it, but when he came to his senses, he was in the human world. This freedom did not last, however, as he went from one set of captors to another. He’d been out of Hell for only an hour when he was arrested by a group of Shinigami and Angels who escorted him back to Heaven, where he would have been sentenced to death.
However, someone along the line decided he was more valuable alive, deciding to lock him away in confinement until a time when he was needed. He was simply too dangerous to allow to roam free.
With a broken psyche and unresolved revenge in mind, he was locked up in solitary confinement for another five centuries before a time came when he was needed. Throughout these five hundred years, he sorted out his mind, calmed his anger and used it to strengthen himself further. His violent passion was hidden away within him until he deemed it to be needed and he slowly began to accept his sins. There was simply no way to repent for what he’d done, so he instead let it become part of him.
He knew full well what he’d become, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. He was a demon more than an angel now and he knew his sins would only increase whenever the time came for him to be released. There was no point in denying or attempting to escape from that. He had no desire to.
In his time among demons, he’d come to an understanding within himself. He wanted to make people suffer. He enjoyed the feeling that taking the life of another being gave him. Angels, demons, shinigami and humans; they were all the same to him. He wanted to make them feel the pain he’d felt. The agony, betrayal and hatred. He wanted them to see what it felt to lose everything, and then some. He began to see them all as objects, obstacles and irritations. They had stood in his way, manipulated him and destroyed him. Now it was his turn to do the same to them.
Mïchaél was finally granted his freedom when the Angels decided that action had to be taken against demons and all those who bore the contract. Losing their own kind to such a monster had rattled the Angels, and when they chose to form a group to represent the worst of sins, they looked immediately to the prison in which Mïchaél was still held in seclusion. His wrath had known no bounds, and given motivation, they knew he would stop at nothing to achieve a goal.
Although there were many who opposed this notion, the final decision was made to allow him his freedom on the condition that he would fight for them to attain victory. The opportunity rung clear in Mïchaél’s mind; he would agree to help them. He’d do as they told him. And then he would have his revenge. On his brother, on the demons who’d stolen his chance of revenge away from him, and those who had locked him away to be used for their own purposes. He would not be their puppet, but he would make them his.
And so he went forth with the name Wrath, alongside six others who’d been branded with names of the deadly sins. It perhaps should’ve been a sign of shame for them, but Wrath especially held his head high.
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S P E C I E S
S P E C I F I C S
Are You A Guardian?
No, and I’d rather not be. I have important tasks that I must attend to.
Roleplay Example
The night was, as of yet, still young, the last slivers of the evening sunlight still peeking up over the horizon. London was growing quiet under the stars as children were sent to bed and the people cleared out of the streets for fear of criminals who crept in the shadows. Rapists, murderers, thieves; such petty things to be fearful of. They knew so very little of the other world that was about to awaken, the one they should fear. Creatures who roamed unbeknownst to the humans that had long ago closed their eyes to the existence of beings so ‘unnatural’; that was what truly warranted their hiding. Their naïveté sickened Mïchaél to no end. However, as he was, he had no particular reason to punish them, though his mind could think of many terrible ways to make them aware of their nature as prey. He hated how they walked with such superiority, as though they were above God himself. Despite what they all chose to believe, they were certainly not the top of the food chain. They were, perhaps, the weakest and most fragile creatures he’d ever had the displeasure of associating with.
His way of thinking was certainly unusual for an Angel. They were supposed to be Guardians; kind protectors and healers. Instead, he longed to destroy them. Perhaps such thoughts could be written down to the time he spent undergoing ceaseless torment in the realm of demons, but there was truly no excuse for his past actions. Attacking defenceless humans would be counterproductive, however. He needed refrain from such atrocities so long as he was under the alias ‘Wrath’. He’d long ago thrown away his status as a guardian, and over the years had come to quite hate humans. At the moment, though, he had to focus his attacks on only those he’d been ordered to eradicate.
He watched silently as the final rays of sun faded away, and the world was immersed in nearly complete darkness. It was only then that he moved from his precarious perch atop the cross on a small chapel. The moon was full tonight, and, had he allowed himself the emotion to think such things, he might’ve said that this was his favourite phase of the celestial body. To add to the allure of this night, the usually milky white surface of the moon was doused in a blood red light.
A small smirk made its way onto his pale lips, deciding such a moon was perfectly poetic. After all, he was after a prize tonight. He’d been sent after a young man who was branded with the contract of a demon and the abomination that trailed him. He couldn’t recall either of their names, not that such details mattered. Their location and power was all that concerned him. He’d surely faced worse before, so a boy and his pet demon would be a simple walk in the park.
Coming upon their location, it didn’t take him long to recognize the vile aura of the fiend he would soon face. She didn’t look much like a demon to him. Her smooth black hair fell to her waist, and she wore a pale blue dress that held the appearance of something a noble lady would wear. Such attire was rather unbefitting an abomination such as herself, and the way she clung to his arm as though they were a couple made anger brew within the twisted Angel.
The human was no better. A bit younger than he’d expected, the boy was certainly no older than fifteen. He stood a notable length shorter than the demon who accompanied him. His hair was short and blond, falling around his face in curly waves, slightly shadowing his bright blue eyes. He also wore the attire of nobility, though he’d heard nothing of the boy having such a high ranking. He guessed that he’s achieved such heights through the contract with the demon currently at his side.
He didn’t get very close before the demon girl sensed him and muttered a warning to her master, turning and readying herself to fight. The fearless look in her crimson eyes caused an amused smirk to tilt Mïchaél’s lips. Did she really think she had any hope of defeating him as she was? He felt no reason to hold back, despite the pair’s youthful appearance. Such sin was unforgiveable, regardless of age. He ignored her accusative cries and continued to silently advance, the crazed look in his eyes gaining intensity.
He decided in the moments that followed that he could surely get used to this new assignment of his.
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Y O U
I N T H E C H A I R
Your Name
Y’all can call me Grell
Seeing as you already do~Main Account
Grell Sutcliff (nightingale977)
Other Creations
Does Grell really count as a creation, seeing as he's a canon? Hm, whatever.
Roleplaying Experience
9-11 years... I kinda stopped keeping track.
Anything Else?
Nah, I’m good. Just hope I can manage to pull off evil... it’s been so long >3> This is also probably the most effort I've ever put into a character application on anything. If you want me to change or improve anything, just let me know~
How You Found Us
Naze’s ad on Monochrome Kiss.
