OOC :: character profile
Name: Aku
LJ: akujinjaginia
E-Mail: kuroshiroda [at] aim [dot] com
IM: AIM = kuroshiroda
Character's Name: Sammael / Michael
Series: Gabriel
Timeline: After Baliel's death - but - before Gabriel's arrival is sensed by The Fallen.
Canon Resource Link and/or Canon History: here
((In slight contrary to the wiki article however, when I watch the film, I always get the impression that Michael and Sammael had merged/fused into a single entity... Rather than Michael simply fighting, defeating and assuming the identity of, Sammael.))
Why did your character accept the invitation?: Not yet knowing Gabriel was in The City and having freshly dispatched his most blatant opposition, receiving this invitation at a time when he was feeling most comfortable and secure in his position within Purgatory, he felt he had some time to kill while awaiting Gabriel's inevitable arrival... And seeing this invitation as a sort of challenge that could not simply be turned aside; He took Spekkio up on the offer. Certain that he could look into this matter and return to Purgatory before Gabriel would pose any real dire problems to his/Darkness' hold over The City.
Character's occupation: He is, above all else, a Warrior. Though possessing that ability as well - he could be a healer - if he wanted to. (Or was forced to.) However; He is much more prone to simply standing by and watching people die or suffer rather than healing their injury or saving their lives.
Character's skills/abilities/talents: Although he may not be the absolute most superior analyst, he is however, a pretty good strategist. He can also be relatively persuasive if he truly sets his mind to it although he leans toward more overt (but not senselessly brute) means to any end.
Whether it is because he moves that fast or if he simply phases through space is unclear but he can zip(disappear-reappear) from, say, the open doorway to somewhere beside or behind you inside of the room within a matter of seconds. This ability does not seem like something that is sustained, instead, appearing more like short streams which can be swiftly and consecutively executed.
He can leech power-energies from other Fallen.
Riddle him with gunshots and he can heal the injury---even so much as expelling any buried bullets from his body in the process. He could do this to persons other than himself, however, the chances of him actually being moved to do so are incredibly slim.
If there was ever need for someone to take charge of a situation or lead a group he could fill that role with ease.
He may be somewhat telepathic. [At least when dealing with other Arch or Fallen (angels) anyhow.]
He knows his way around a gun quite well. And, in part thanks to the business of those Fallen under him, he is not a complete stranger to various shady other dealings.
Personality: Michael is a jaded Arch(angel). Sammael is a cruel member of The Fallen.
Cold, calculating, dark and intimidating... Though holding a withering tolerance for various antics, to a degree, he is definitely not the sort of man to take any shit. Like a snake coiled in subtle wait, he may seem calm - appeasing even, until abruptly he makes his merciless displeasure painfully (on occasion even brutally) evident to his offender. He possesses a powerful/imposing sort of presence, a strange sort of sharp-eyed, quiet regality. There isn't a single angle of his chin that wouldn't radiate potential danger-- Even when he's openly displaying a lack of hostility.
He despises ignorance and doesn't believe in existing solely to serve another's purposes. He seeks (and thinks he has in fact obtained) freedom. Stricken with sorrow and consumed by hatred; He burns behind the mask.
Strengths: His 'inhuman' Spiritual Presence is always cloaked from the senses of others, except perhaps from someone really powerful like Spekkio of course, which sometimes gives him a certain element of stealth on his side. This could make him difficult to locate were he ever hiding. He also has the ability to harness and absorb power from the collective energies of other fellow Fallen(angels). Unless highly agitated or antagonized he is -usually- excellent at maintaining a constant, feelingless, perhaps deceptively unaffected calm composure until he chooses to make known his wrath or scorn.
Weaknesses: When his (fallen)Angel-powers are put under continuous strain it will eventually take its toll on his ability to use them. If there are no Fallen to collect energy from it could put a slight damper on his power even when uncapped. He is somewhat tormented by these "human" emotions he has experienced. If sufficient proper doubt could be placed in mind; That he might still be a prisoner or slave of any sort is to him an unbearable and infuriating concept prone to breeding an outburst of slight irrationality.
Third-Person Sample: Sammael held the note loosely between his fingers with a certain air of false disregard. Were there a breeze in this place it might be whisked clear from his grasp. It was such a light thing in his hand. A distinct contrast to the leather coat weighing down upon his shoulders. And yet, surprising - perhaps, what words alone were capable of...
Trapped within this human shell he could not deny the stir of emotion that came with it. Curiosity, maybe. A certain kind of burn in his dignity? Most surely.
Aside from the possibility that he took it as an affront to his position and authority. He couldn't have it seem as if he were to be cowed by the prospect of fighting to prove and uphold his name. Mostly it was simply of interest to him what sort of creature would extend an invitation such as this. And if favor shone upon him perhaps to accept would provide him with something entertaining, or at the least engaging, to spend his time upon.
It was in this manner that he decided, behind piercing white pupils, that he would come to accept this invitation. And so, accept, he did.
Though with no dire rush about the process. Nor dragging of the feet.
No apprehension. No stir of excitement. Even knowing not what to expect.
This is how he came to be arriving in yet another strange city, on a mission, but somehow still without complete directive. Stepping from the train with critical probing eyes ready to take in every and any thing. His intentions well restrained though rarely filled with silver lining. Dark in appearance and stature both. Absently hearing the sound of his own feet, feeling the movement of his coat, aware of the note still on his person. He glanced down at the paper as his hand pulled it from concealment. Barely granting his eyes pause before he cast it, lightly as a useless feather, discarded to the side.
LJ: akujinjaginia
E-Mail: kuroshiroda [at] aim [dot] com
IM: AIM = kuroshiroda
Character's Name: Sammael / Michael
Series: Gabriel
Timeline: After Baliel's death - but - before Gabriel's arrival is sensed by The Fallen.
Canon Resource Link and/or Canon History: here
((In slight contrary to the wiki article however, when I watch the film, I always get the impression that Michael and Sammael had merged/fused into a single entity... Rather than Michael simply fighting, defeating and assuming the identity of, Sammael.))
Why did your character accept the invitation?: Not yet knowing Gabriel was in The City and having freshly dispatched his most blatant opposition, receiving this invitation at a time when he was feeling most comfortable and secure in his position within Purgatory, he felt he had some time to kill while awaiting Gabriel's inevitable arrival... And seeing this invitation as a sort of challenge that could not simply be turned aside; He took Spekkio up on the offer. Certain that he could look into this matter and return to Purgatory before Gabriel would pose any real dire problems to his/Darkness' hold over The City.
Character's occupation: He is, above all else, a Warrior. Though possessing that ability as well - he could be a healer - if he wanted to. (Or was forced to.) However; He is much more prone to simply standing by and watching people die or suffer rather than healing their injury or saving their lives.
Character's skills/abilities/talents: Although he may not be the absolute most superior analyst, he is however, a pretty good strategist. He can also be relatively persuasive if he truly sets his mind to it although he leans toward more overt (but not senselessly brute) means to any end.
Whether it is because he moves that fast or if he simply phases through space is unclear but he can zip(disappear-reappear) from, say, the open doorway to somewhere beside or behind you inside of the room within a matter of seconds. This ability does not seem like something that is sustained, instead, appearing more like short streams which can be swiftly and consecutively executed.
He can leech power-energies from other Fallen.
Riddle him with gunshots and he can heal the injury---even so much as expelling any buried bullets from his body in the process. He could do this to persons other than himself, however, the chances of him actually being moved to do so are incredibly slim.
If there was ever need for someone to take charge of a situation or lead a group he could fill that role with ease.
He may be somewhat telepathic. [At least when dealing with other Arch or Fallen (angels) anyhow.]
He knows his way around a gun quite well. And, in part thanks to the business of those Fallen under him, he is not a complete stranger to various shady other dealings.
Personality: Michael is a jaded Arch(angel). Sammael is a cruel member of The Fallen.
Cold, calculating, dark and intimidating... Though holding a withering tolerance for various antics, to a degree, he is definitely not the sort of man to take any shit. Like a snake coiled in subtle wait, he may seem calm - appeasing even, until abruptly he makes his merciless displeasure painfully (on occasion even brutally) evident to his offender. He possesses a powerful/imposing sort of presence, a strange sort of sharp-eyed, quiet regality. There isn't a single angle of his chin that wouldn't radiate potential danger-- Even when he's openly displaying a lack of hostility.
He despises ignorance and doesn't believe in existing solely to serve another's purposes. He seeks (and thinks he has in fact obtained) freedom. Stricken with sorrow and consumed by hatred; He burns behind the mask.
Strengths: His 'inhuman' Spiritual Presence is always cloaked from the senses of others, except perhaps from someone really powerful like Spekkio of course, which sometimes gives him a certain element of stealth on his side. This could make him difficult to locate were he ever hiding. He also has the ability to harness and absorb power from the collective energies of other fellow Fallen(angels). Unless highly agitated or antagonized he is -usually- excellent at maintaining a constant, feelingless, perhaps deceptively unaffected calm composure until he chooses to make known his wrath or scorn.
Weaknesses: When his (fallen)Angel-powers are put under continuous strain it will eventually take its toll on his ability to use them. If there are no Fallen to collect energy from it could put a slight damper on his power even when uncapped. He is somewhat tormented by these "human" emotions he has experienced. If sufficient proper doubt could be placed in mind; That he might still be a prisoner or slave of any sort is to him an unbearable and infuriating concept prone to breeding an outburst of slight irrationality.
Third-Person Sample: Sammael held the note loosely between his fingers with a certain air of false disregard. Were there a breeze in this place it might be whisked clear from his grasp. It was such a light thing in his hand. A distinct contrast to the leather coat weighing down upon his shoulders. And yet, surprising - perhaps, what words alone were capable of...
Trapped within this human shell he could not deny the stir of emotion that came with it. Curiosity, maybe. A certain kind of burn in his dignity? Most surely.
Aside from the possibility that he took it as an affront to his position and authority. He couldn't have it seem as if he were to be cowed by the prospect of fighting to prove and uphold his name. Mostly it was simply of interest to him what sort of creature would extend an invitation such as this. And if favor shone upon him perhaps to accept would provide him with something entertaining, or at the least engaging, to spend his time upon.
It was in this manner that he decided, behind piercing white pupils, that he would come to accept this invitation. And so, accept, he did.
Though with no dire rush about the process. Nor dragging of the feet.
No apprehension. No stir of excitement. Even knowing not what to expect.
This is how he came to be arriving in yet another strange city, on a mission, but somehow still without complete directive. Stepping from the train with critical probing eyes ready to take in every and any thing. His intentions well restrained though rarely filled with silver lining. Dark in appearance and stature both. Absently hearing the sound of his own feet, feeling the movement of his coat, aware of the note still on his person. He glanced down at the paper as his hand pulled it from concealment. Barely granting his eyes pause before he cast it, lightly as a useless feather, discarded to the side.