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Character Information
General
Canon Source: Good Omens
Canon Format: Novel
Character's Name: Aziraphale (also known as Mr Fell, A Ziraphale and other assorted pseudonyms)
Character's Age: over 6000, although at the moment he has an apparent age of around 35/40
What form will your character's NV take? Coming from a time before mobile phones really took off (and a bit behind the times anyway), Aziraphale will find it easier to use a book with a plain, tan cover. Text posts are written in with a pen, and two magic circles, like the ones he used to use to communicate with heaven, are drawn onto the pages to activate video and voice posts.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: Aziraphale is an angel, and as such has almost unlimited powers. He’s more than capable of wishing anything he wants out of thin air, from a shirt to a bottle of wine to a new (tartan, naturally) bike rack on the back of a classic Bentley. He can cure almost anything by the touch of a hand, although that doesn’t mean that he always will do. To a certain extent he also has mild powers of suggestion, which he uses to encourage good in people, as well as divine ecstasy.
His major limitations are bringing the dead back to life, which he simply can’t do, and using any of his powers on anyone else with any form of magic. There’s no way he could use what little powers of suggestion he has on anyone weary enough to look out for such things. His morality prevents him miracling things into existence when he can afford to buy them, but cleaning things by magic is another matter entirely.
Weapons: While he did have his flaming sword in his hands when he left his world, it’ll get left behind, so he’ll be unarmed.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Aziraphale has been on Earth from the beginning. You might even know about which Beginning in particular: he was the guard on the Eastern Gate of Eden. That was also where he met Crawly, another character you might recognise from the bible: the serpent. Aziraphale obviously liked the place, because, aside from a few inconvenient discorportations, he never left.
He has lived through more than a few historical events, and met a lot of historical figures, but along the way he found himself naturally gravitating towards England where people understood his idea of calm and comfort, and most importantly, queuing. Unfortunately, so did Crawly, now Crowley, although no doubt for rather different reasons, and more and more Aziraphale found himself bumping into him. Although he usually threatened him out of obligation, from the beginning he found him a rather amiable chap, and as the only other immortal in a sea of mortals someone whom he could actually talk about things frankly with. Over the centauries they developed a form of Agreement, whereby Aziraphale didn’t interfere with Crowley’s work on the understanding that Crowley didn’t interfere with his. And as time went by they found themselves doing odd jobs for once another, though Aziraphale refused to do any more than a little bit of tempting, and always felt guilty afterwards.
So the centuries passed with little incident, aside from the occasional revolution or war. As the 20th century passed, Aziraphale settled down in a bookshop in Soho, London, taking on the guise of a second hand bookshop owner a little too well. Things were going pretty well until one day Crowley turned up with the news that the anti-Christ was on Earth and the clock was ticking down to Armageddon. They proceeded to do the sensible thing; get completely and utterly pissed. As they drunk themselves into oblivion, Crowley did his best to convince Aziraphale that, despite it being God’s Will, Aziraphale didn’t much want Armageddon to happen, and clinched it by reminding Aziraphale that he didn’t want to spend eternity watching the Sound of Music over and over again. The pair agreed that the best course of action was to do what they had always done - balance each other out. Aziraphale provided a good upbringing for the boy, while Crowley did his duty in providing a Satanic one, and sure enough it worked perfectly, and the boy was brought up neutral.
Unfortunately they had the wrong boy. There had been a second father when Crowley had handed the anti-Christ over, and somehow the baby had gone to him rather than the American cultural attaché. Aziraphale actually spent most of the time leading up to Armageddon looking for the anti-Christ, and with a little help from a book of nice and accurate prophecies found him - just in time for an incident with a witch finder and a magic circle to put him out of action, or at least extremely inconveniently discorportating him. He spent the rest of the time sharing the body of a part time medium, trying to get to Tadford in time to stop Armageddon from happening.
However, what he didn’t know was that the anti-Christ had grown up entirely without supernatural intervention, and rather than growing up good or evil, had grown up human, and had already made up his own mind about the end of the world. Although Adam had helpfully disposed of the four horsemen and provided Aziraphale with a new body, and Newt had managed to reverse the electrical blackout that had (briefly) caused chaos, it turned out that Heaven and Hell rather wanted Armageddon. That is, aside from Aziraphale and Crowley who had discovered that Earth was, actually, quite a nice place to be and that they really didn’t want it destroyed. While the Metatron and Beelzebub tried to convince Adam that Armageddon was the right thing to do, Aziraphale stepped in with a question that had been bothering him and Crowley since the Beginning - whether what God said was meant to be, or whether he said it as part of his ineffable plan and was some kind of test. Confused and unsure about their instructions, the Metatron and Beelzebub returned, but Adam’s father still wanted a word with him…
Point in Canon: At the point where Lucifer is about to appear and Adam unleashes his power so that his human father is there instead. Aziraphale will feel the world change and then black out, and wake in the baseball diamond in his own form - though he will quickly winch his wings back in.
Character Personality: Most people’s first impressions, as the book says, is that Aziraphale is English, that he is gay, and that he is intelligent. The first two are untrue - obviously heaven isn’t England, and in his world angels are sexless unless they want to put in the effort - but that doesn’t stop them from affecting his personality. He has the stiff upper lip attitude that has coloured stereotypes of the English for years, along with the tea drinking habits and BBC accent to match. As for his flamboyancy, don’t think of the camp, limp wrested stereotypes of today, but of the older British gentlemen - Ian Mckellen, Stephen Fry, and to some extent Elton John. He uses the same kind of affectionate, self-deprecating fondness in his speech, the same kind of feminine mannerisms, but while still maintaining a very dignified appearance. As for being intelligent, well, that opinion of him is very true. Not only was he smart to start off with, he has the wisdom of someone who has lived for more than 6000 years, and he has continued to expand and indulge his knowledge.
Aziraphale is an angel, and as you would expect he is good and kind and gentle. He is always well mannered, and refuses to swear unless under extreme circumstances (such as the end of the world). Most of all, he is incredibly loyal, not only to Heaven, but to Crowley, and to those he considers allies. Even to Adam, to some extent, whom he still sort of considers a Godson even if he accidentally looked after the wrong boy for so long. While he is always impeccable in appearance, from his neatly brushed hair to his polished shoes, he is a little more disorganised when it comes to the things around him. His shop floor he purposely keeps a mess to discourage buyers, but his backrooms are rather cluttered too. They’re always clean, but Aziraphale tends to collect things, and after so many years they build up, even if he does sometimes sell things on, and he’s not one for having a set spot for each item. It probably doesn’t help that he errs towards older, more worn, and more comfortable furniture. He can be a bit of a ditz, though, and will often get caught up in what he’s doing and forget everything and everyone around him. After so many years on Earth - not to mention the influence of a certain serpent - there is something a little more human about him. He can be lazy and gluttonous, and sometimes acts not out of a desire to do good but to annoy Crowley with his goodness. He has human hobbies and interests (though he goes about them in a rather particular way) and he camouflages himself as a second hand bookseller perfectly. He doesn’t have the naivety that you might expect of an angel; he doesn’t fall for tricks or blackmail and he will act strongly and decisively if he needs to.
Over the years, Aziraphale has acquired many little hobbies to keep him occupied. He’s learnt to dance, and learnt the magician’s trade, even if his dialogue for it is a little out of date and he really has no need for slight of hand with his intrinsic powers. He collects snuff boxes and goes out of his way to find little independently owned restaurants where he can get to know the owners, but his biggest and most lasting weakness is books. His bookshop is more of a place to store his collection rather than any functional workplace, and he goes out of his way to protect them. The place is a maze of shelves, the books are disorganised, and he uses any method short of violence to discourage customers. Occasionally it doesn’t work and he’s forced to sell something, but he has a few books that he would never sell. He has a penchant for first editions, usually signed, and for books of prophecy (also usually signed). He also has a complete set of bible errata.
Character Plans: It’s been a long time since Aziraphale has been around so many supernatural beings, and while he’ll probably enjoy it at first, there’s a good chance that when he actually starts to get to know people it’ll be incredibly awkward. Beyond that, he’ll want a bookshop and to start up a new collection, although I’m considering putting him in as a greeter instead.
Appearance/PB: If he looked fifteen years younger he’d probably be beautiful, but time has somewhat run away with him, and the best that can be said is that he looks comfortable. It doesn’t help that his fashion sense is firmly stuck in the 1950s and that he tends towards plumpness. Beyond that, though, his golden blonde hair is neither receding nor greying, his face is surprisingly wrinkle free, and he has a kind smile.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample [There’s a flash of white on the screen, accompanied by a little mutter of discomfort, then someone almost swears in a very British accent.]
Blast!
[Off screen, feathers ruffle for a moment, and the screen shows flashes of what might be a tartan suit, looking a little worse for wear, then blonde curls, and finally long fingers as the NV is grabbed and it’s owner stands up. Upside down, the sight of the baseball field is probably still recognisable to everyone watching.]
Is anyone here? Crowley? Mr Shadwell? [Another pause, as though debating whether to use a name, or, perhaps, trying to recall it.] …Adam?
[Another moments pause while the owner of the NV catches his breath, then the sound of footsteps. The screen blurs as he spins on his heel, and the legs of an approaching greeter are caught.]
Oh, thank goodness! I’m afraid to say I’m rather lost, and could do with a little assistance. You see, I’ve left some companions in a rather tricky situation, and I need to return to them as soon as possible. It’s… rather important. [Anything else that is said is cut off, as the book is closed, ending the transition.]
Third Person Sample Aziraphale sat down on the bed and winced as a disobedient spring added to his pains. He’d been told that it was normal to be aching when people first arrived, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear. Glancing around the small room, he took it in. While he was rather grateful to be given anywhere to stay, and goodness knew that he’d stayed in worse places than this, there were a few changes that he could make, just to make it more bearable. After all, it’d benefit the person who stayed here after him as much as it would benefit him.
For now, though, he’d just start with the bed. A wave of his hand replaced it entirely with an armchair that looked just as comfortable as the angel. It was tartan, and he sunk into it with a little relieved sigh. It even smelt of old books. As he closed his eyes for a moment he could almost believe that he was back in his backroom at home, taking a break after a long day of glaring at customers until they got the hint and left his precious books where they were. The moment didn’t last, though, and Aziraphale opened his eyes again, looking up at the ceiling. He’d have to get in contact with his superiors, or at least try.
That reminded him of something else, and leaning over, he caught the edge of the book that he’d been given when he arrived. With a little scrabbling, making sure not to dig his manicured nails into the cover, he managed to scoot it close enough that he could pick it up without having to get up from his seat. Settling back down, he flicked it open, and looked on in interest at the things he saw posted. Well, here was a fine way to relax, if a rather unexpected one. Rather than reigning in his curiosity, Aziraphale went through the posts as he usually would a book, taking in what he saw and learning from them what he could about this place and the people that had arrived before him. After all, it was good to take any information he could gather, and by the looks of it he would need to be on his guard.
By the time he finally closed the book, his mind was humming with everything he’d learnt, and the new questions that had come from what he’d seen. “This is a fine mess you’ve landed yourself in and no mistake.” He muttered to himself, looking down at the cover. Still, there was nothing else for it. Trying to remember how to keep his posts private, Aziraphale opened his book once more. There were some people he needed to get in touch with.
General
Canon Source: Good Omens
Canon Format: Novel
Character's Name: Aziraphale (also known as Mr Fell, A Ziraphale and other assorted pseudonyms)
Character's Age: over 6000, although at the moment he has an apparent age of around 35/40
What form will your character's NV take? Coming from a time before mobile phones really took off (and a bit behind the times anyway), Aziraphale will find it easier to use a book with a plain, tan cover. Text posts are written in with a pen, and two magic circles, like the ones he used to use to communicate with heaven, are drawn onto the pages to activate video and voice posts.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: Aziraphale is an angel, and as such has almost unlimited powers. He’s more than capable of wishing anything he wants out of thin air, from a shirt to a bottle of wine to a new (tartan, naturally) bike rack on the back of a classic Bentley. He can cure almost anything by the touch of a hand, although that doesn’t mean that he always will do. To a certain extent he also has mild powers of suggestion, which he uses to encourage good in people, as well as divine ecstasy.
His major limitations are bringing the dead back to life, which he simply can’t do, and using any of his powers on anyone else with any form of magic. There’s no way he could use what little powers of suggestion he has on anyone weary enough to look out for such things. His morality prevents him miracling things into existence when he can afford to buy them, but cleaning things by magic is another matter entirely.
Weapons: While he did have his flaming sword in his hands when he left his world, it’ll get left behind, so he’ll be unarmed.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Aziraphale has been on Earth from the beginning. You might even know about which Beginning in particular: he was the guard on the Eastern Gate of Eden. That was also where he met Crawly, another character you might recognise from the bible: the serpent. Aziraphale obviously liked the place, because, aside from a few inconvenient discorportations, he never left.
He has lived through more than a few historical events, and met a lot of historical figures, but along the way he found himself naturally gravitating towards England where people understood his idea of calm and comfort, and most importantly, queuing. Unfortunately, so did Crawly, now Crowley, although no doubt for rather different reasons, and more and more Aziraphale found himself bumping into him. Although he usually threatened him out of obligation, from the beginning he found him a rather amiable chap, and as the only other immortal in a sea of mortals someone whom he could actually talk about things frankly with. Over the centauries they developed a form of Agreement, whereby Aziraphale didn’t interfere with Crowley’s work on the understanding that Crowley didn’t interfere with his. And as time went by they found themselves doing odd jobs for once another, though Aziraphale refused to do any more than a little bit of tempting, and always felt guilty afterwards.
So the centuries passed with little incident, aside from the occasional revolution or war. As the 20th century passed, Aziraphale settled down in a bookshop in Soho, London, taking on the guise of a second hand bookshop owner a little too well. Things were going pretty well until one day Crowley turned up with the news that the anti-Christ was on Earth and the clock was ticking down to Armageddon. They proceeded to do the sensible thing; get completely and utterly pissed. As they drunk themselves into oblivion, Crowley did his best to convince Aziraphale that, despite it being God’s Will, Aziraphale didn’t much want Armageddon to happen, and clinched it by reminding Aziraphale that he didn’t want to spend eternity watching the Sound of Music over and over again. The pair agreed that the best course of action was to do what they had always done - balance each other out. Aziraphale provided a good upbringing for the boy, while Crowley did his duty in providing a Satanic one, and sure enough it worked perfectly, and the boy was brought up neutral.
Unfortunately they had the wrong boy. There had been a second father when Crowley had handed the anti-Christ over, and somehow the baby had gone to him rather than the American cultural attaché. Aziraphale actually spent most of the time leading up to Armageddon looking for the anti-Christ, and with a little help from a book of nice and accurate prophecies found him - just in time for an incident with a witch finder and a magic circle to put him out of action, or at least extremely inconveniently discorportating him. He spent the rest of the time sharing the body of a part time medium, trying to get to Tadford in time to stop Armageddon from happening.
However, what he didn’t know was that the anti-Christ had grown up entirely without supernatural intervention, and rather than growing up good or evil, had grown up human, and had already made up his own mind about the end of the world. Although Adam had helpfully disposed of the four horsemen and provided Aziraphale with a new body, and Newt had managed to reverse the electrical blackout that had (briefly) caused chaos, it turned out that Heaven and Hell rather wanted Armageddon. That is, aside from Aziraphale and Crowley who had discovered that Earth was, actually, quite a nice place to be and that they really didn’t want it destroyed. While the Metatron and Beelzebub tried to convince Adam that Armageddon was the right thing to do, Aziraphale stepped in with a question that had been bothering him and Crowley since the Beginning - whether what God said was meant to be, or whether he said it as part of his ineffable plan and was some kind of test. Confused and unsure about their instructions, the Metatron and Beelzebub returned, but Adam’s father still wanted a word with him…
Point in Canon: At the point where Lucifer is about to appear and Adam unleashes his power so that his human father is there instead. Aziraphale will feel the world change and then black out, and wake in the baseball diamond in his own form - though he will quickly winch his wings back in.
Character Personality: Most people’s first impressions, as the book says, is that Aziraphale is English, that he is gay, and that he is intelligent. The first two are untrue - obviously heaven isn’t England, and in his world angels are sexless unless they want to put in the effort - but that doesn’t stop them from affecting his personality. He has the stiff upper lip attitude that has coloured stereotypes of the English for years, along with the tea drinking habits and BBC accent to match. As for his flamboyancy, don’t think of the camp, limp wrested stereotypes of today, but of the older British gentlemen - Ian Mckellen, Stephen Fry, and to some extent Elton John. He uses the same kind of affectionate, self-deprecating fondness in his speech, the same kind of feminine mannerisms, but while still maintaining a very dignified appearance. As for being intelligent, well, that opinion of him is very true. Not only was he smart to start off with, he has the wisdom of someone who has lived for more than 6000 years, and he has continued to expand and indulge his knowledge.
Aziraphale is an angel, and as you would expect he is good and kind and gentle. He is always well mannered, and refuses to swear unless under extreme circumstances (such as the end of the world). Most of all, he is incredibly loyal, not only to Heaven, but to Crowley, and to those he considers allies. Even to Adam, to some extent, whom he still sort of considers a Godson even if he accidentally looked after the wrong boy for so long. While he is always impeccable in appearance, from his neatly brushed hair to his polished shoes, he is a little more disorganised when it comes to the things around him. His shop floor he purposely keeps a mess to discourage buyers, but his backrooms are rather cluttered too. They’re always clean, but Aziraphale tends to collect things, and after so many years they build up, even if he does sometimes sell things on, and he’s not one for having a set spot for each item. It probably doesn’t help that he errs towards older, more worn, and more comfortable furniture. He can be a bit of a ditz, though, and will often get caught up in what he’s doing and forget everything and everyone around him. After so many years on Earth - not to mention the influence of a certain serpent - there is something a little more human about him. He can be lazy and gluttonous, and sometimes acts not out of a desire to do good but to annoy Crowley with his goodness. He has human hobbies and interests (though he goes about them in a rather particular way) and he camouflages himself as a second hand bookseller perfectly. He doesn’t have the naivety that you might expect of an angel; he doesn’t fall for tricks or blackmail and he will act strongly and decisively if he needs to.
Over the years, Aziraphale has acquired many little hobbies to keep him occupied. He’s learnt to dance, and learnt the magician’s trade, even if his dialogue for it is a little out of date and he really has no need for slight of hand with his intrinsic powers. He collects snuff boxes and goes out of his way to find little independently owned restaurants where he can get to know the owners, but his biggest and most lasting weakness is books. His bookshop is more of a place to store his collection rather than any functional workplace, and he goes out of his way to protect them. The place is a maze of shelves, the books are disorganised, and he uses any method short of violence to discourage customers. Occasionally it doesn’t work and he’s forced to sell something, but he has a few books that he would never sell. He has a penchant for first editions, usually signed, and for books of prophecy (also usually signed). He also has a complete set of bible errata.
Character Plans: It’s been a long time since Aziraphale has been around so many supernatural beings, and while he’ll probably enjoy it at first, there’s a good chance that when he actually starts to get to know people it’ll be incredibly awkward. Beyond that, he’ll want a bookshop and to start up a new collection, although I’m considering putting him in as a greeter instead.
Appearance/PB: If he looked fifteen years younger he’d probably be beautiful, but time has somewhat run away with him, and the best that can be said is that he looks comfortable. It doesn’t help that his fashion sense is firmly stuck in the 1950s and that he tends towards plumpness. Beyond that, though, his golden blonde hair is neither receding nor greying, his face is surprisingly wrinkle free, and he has a kind smile.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample [There’s a flash of white on the screen, accompanied by a little mutter of discomfort, then someone almost swears in a very British accent.]
Blast!
[Off screen, feathers ruffle for a moment, and the screen shows flashes of what might be a tartan suit, looking a little worse for wear, then blonde curls, and finally long fingers as the NV is grabbed and it’s owner stands up. Upside down, the sight of the baseball field is probably still recognisable to everyone watching.]
Is anyone here? Crowley? Mr Shadwell? [Another pause, as though debating whether to use a name, or, perhaps, trying to recall it.] …Adam?
[Another moments pause while the owner of the NV catches his breath, then the sound of footsteps. The screen blurs as he spins on his heel, and the legs of an approaching greeter are caught.]
Oh, thank goodness! I’m afraid to say I’m rather lost, and could do with a little assistance. You see, I’ve left some companions in a rather tricky situation, and I need to return to them as soon as possible. It’s… rather important. [Anything else that is said is cut off, as the book is closed, ending the transition.]
Third Person Sample Aziraphale sat down on the bed and winced as a disobedient spring added to his pains. He’d been told that it was normal to be aching when people first arrived, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear. Glancing around the small room, he took it in. While he was rather grateful to be given anywhere to stay, and goodness knew that he’d stayed in worse places than this, there were a few changes that he could make, just to make it more bearable. After all, it’d benefit the person who stayed here after him as much as it would benefit him.
For now, though, he’d just start with the bed. A wave of his hand replaced it entirely with an armchair that looked just as comfortable as the angel. It was tartan, and he sunk into it with a little relieved sigh. It even smelt of old books. As he closed his eyes for a moment he could almost believe that he was back in his backroom at home, taking a break after a long day of glaring at customers until they got the hint and left his precious books where they were. The moment didn’t last, though, and Aziraphale opened his eyes again, looking up at the ceiling. He’d have to get in contact with his superiors, or at least try.
That reminded him of something else, and leaning over, he caught the edge of the book that he’d been given when he arrived. With a little scrabbling, making sure not to dig his manicured nails into the cover, he managed to scoot it close enough that he could pick it up without having to get up from his seat. Settling back down, he flicked it open, and looked on in interest at the things he saw posted. Well, here was a fine way to relax, if a rather unexpected one. Rather than reigning in his curiosity, Aziraphale went through the posts as he usually would a book, taking in what he saw and learning from them what he could about this place and the people that had arrived before him. After all, it was good to take any information he could gather, and by the looks of it he would need to be on his guard.
By the time he finally closed the book, his mind was humming with everything he’d learnt, and the new questions that had come from what he’d seen. “This is a fine mess you’ve landed yourself in and no mistake.” He muttered to himself, looking down at the cover. Still, there was nothing else for it. Trying to remember how to keep his posts private, Aziraphale opened his book once more. There were some people he needed to get in touch with.