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Character: Aziraphale
Series/Fandom: Good Omens
Deviance: D3: The apocalypse more or less happened, and there's been war ever since. Nephilim in his world are quite capable of becoming the massive, evil, human-enslaving beasts of Biblical nature; they are equally capable of becoming massive, human-protecting creatures of angelic attitude, or just being, you know, people. Heaven wants to destroy them; Hell wants to use them. Aziraphale just wants to give them a place to be safe.
Age: 6000+, looks like he’s in his early thirties
Gender: NONE. Well. Male, most of the time, if he’s thinking about it.
Species: Angel
Canon Used: Good Omens novel
Appearance: http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Anthony_Rapp%20-%2010%20-%20Rent.jpg
Psychology:
Fumbling, kind, and awkward, he’s been thrust into a leader’s position without having the faintest idea of how to do the damn job. He would gladly retreat into a library and never come out again, but he has people relying on him, and regardless of how tired or scared he is of being so responsible for the lives of those around him, he’s not going to abandon the job. He’s not as flakey as he used to be, and definitely not as hesitant to hurt when he needs to, though he often tortures himself with guilt for it later. Almost twenty years of literal Earth-shattering war will do that to an angel.
As there are so few children left on Earth, he’s not sure how to handle the creatures, though he tries. The ones he does know of are fond of him though he has no notion why. He never talks to anyone about anything beyond logistics, battle, supplies and casualties; if he doesn’t have to think about the world in an emotional way he’s much more likely to function than if he pauses to consider what the Earth he loved for 6000 years has become. He also doesn’t love things. Loving things leads to those things disappearing, which leads to unpleasantness.
No. He doesn’t love things. Ever. At all. Really he doesn’t.
He was a bit of a bastard before, thanks to 6000 years of Crowley’s company, but it was a muted sort of bastardyness that involved setting meter maid’s notepads on fire, not torturing demons for the whereabouts of the nearest clean water source. War let his bastard out of its cage, and when it shows itself in moments of righteous outrage or general fury, it’s a truly terrifying thing. He’s not the angel he used to be, knows it, and hates it. But he also knows it’s who he has to be.
Other Skills/Abilities:
Flight: Azi has grand white wings that are kept far tidier now than they used to be, if only because he has them out almost all the time.
He can purge alcohol from his system with just a thought.
Doesn't need to breathe/eat/sleep, though he enjoys good food and enjoys sleeping now more than he’ll ever admit.
Can abandon his physical body to travel at phenomenal speed; has no real limitations on his size/shape; he can shapeshift, though he’s never shown doing it in the novel (unless you count the nice old gardener).
He’s able to stand in the rain without getting wet! And is fireproof, as well as able to set things on fire.
Has the ability to force something into being, simply by assuming that it exists. Can hypnotize and fiddle with the memories of normal humans, though he doesn’t often. He is able to feel love--love for a place/of a place/the love that people feel for one another.
He can heal, produce light, and enact a sort of minor possession over those who have occult and spiritual tendencies. Immortal in the ordinary sense, he can be destroyed by the forces of hell (or, if they turn on him, the forces of heaven), though more likely he would just be taken to hell itself and tortured into insanity. Isn’t that pleasant.
He can manipulate reality in minor ways; create clothing, change signs, miracle things into (and out of) existence. However, this ability has been strictly limited thanks to the war. Too many miracles will get heaven’s forces crashing down on his head with a vengeance, or they might just cut him off from that particular vein of power for a time if they feel he’s been abusing it. Sometimes this involves the reversal of miracles he’s already performed.
Other Weaknesses:
His human body can be easily destroyed; cursed artifacts, depending on their intended effects, the age of the curse, etc, can be used to hurt or kill him. Other than that, it’s pretty much up to the Forces of Hell (or Heaven) to kill him off for good.
History:
In the beginning, Az was a guardian of Eden. Until he ‘misplaced’ his flaming sword, and it was really all downhill from there. He’s been the curator/owner/general tender of various small shops over the years, culminating in a bookstore that he owned for ages until the impending apocalypse became the not-so-impending apocalypse and the world was plunged into chaos, doom, etcetera.
How did that happen, you may ask? Well. He and Crowley agreed to try and stop the world from ending.
Heaven found out.
So did Hell.
And really, it was all downhill from there.
Adam was Influenced, though whether it was by Beelzebub or the Metatron or both is unclear; in the end, the result was the same. Adam acted as the ‘plan’ said he should; the legions of Heaven descended to battle the legions of Hell. Az was swept up into the fight, unable to escape, unable to try and find out what happened to Crowley after their Arrangement was discovered. The battle has been raging ever since, and as Crowley hasn’t made contact and Az’s many searches over the following decade turned up empty, the angel was forced to face the fact that his friend was either in service to Hell or imprisoned there.
After that, Aziraphale busied himself with keeping the remaining humans alive and keeping London from being annihilated by the continuing war. He’s become the sort of de facto leader of a group of angels (and, covertly, several demons) who are less interested in destroying things than they are preserving what’s left. He has several admirers in the younger ranks of angels, created after the war began, and the nephilim who came to London looking for sanctuary. He is not sure how to handle this. He doesn’t even want to BE there, but there’s nowhere else for him to really be. He has no Crowley, no bookshop, no nothing, and there is nothing else to be had. So he stays and does his best with what he has. A pack of refugees and renegades in a London that doesn’t look much like London any more.
Reality Description:
Hell on earth, or as close to it as Aziraphale wants to get. Ever since Crowley disappeared and the near-apocalypse sparked a war between heaven and hell, the earth has turned into a wasteland of battle and death. It’s been almost twenty years since it started; he can only assume, as he hasn’t seen nor heard from Crowley in all that time, that his friend is in hell suffering for his friendship with the angel and his attempts to stop the apocalypse from coming.
While most angels don’t question the fact that the Metatron is the only one giving the orders and that He, despite it being ‘the end of all things,’ hasn’t made an appearance, Aziraphale is among the few who are beginning to wonder. He is, in fact, one of the few that’s been wondering since the beginning, and the longer things go on the more others are starting to question as well. The demons, on the other hand--so far as the angels know--are more than willing to keep up the battle indefinitely. But recently there have been rumors of demons questioning the point, as well--some who feel they’ve lost purpose without the souls of humans to manipulate. Both sides are beginning to degenerate into factions loyal to their respective ‘leaders,’ (meaning Beelzebub and the Metatron, both of whom are doing nothing to try and end the war) and those who question/are tired of fighting/are just bored with the whole affair. The power the Metatron and Beelzebub both have in this situation far outstrips what they had while trying to orchestrate it for their masters’ sakes, and they are inclined to keep it going. Some whisper that they’ve even made a pact to continue the war indefinitely, rather than let one side or the other win and give up their power again.
The surviving humans hide themselves in the remains of cities, guarded by angels. The Metatron’s closest followers favor abandoning the humans completely; protecting them has cost more lives than it’s worth. However, there are enough angels (Aziraphale included) who still believe in protecting the creatures that were made in His image that the Metatron hasn’t pushed the issue too hard, instead leaving those angels to fend more or less for themselves against the demons who enjoy torturing the humans that are left. There are more Nephilim on earth now than since the beginning of the world, and they are the targets of both angels and demons. Aziraphale is one of the few who tries to protect them and speaks out for their rights, along with several others who have joined him in safeguarding London’s remains. London is known as a Nephilim sanctuary, and many human parents of the half-angel children try to escape there. Resources are scarce and miracle-working is strictly controlled; the angels can’t just create food and clean water for their wards, which is as much a problem as the pestilence and diseases that so many of the surviving humans suffer from.
It’s not a nice place to live.
Series/Fandom: Good Omens
Deviance: D3: The apocalypse more or less happened, and there's been war ever since. Nephilim in his world are quite capable of becoming the massive, evil, human-enslaving beasts of Biblical nature; they are equally capable of becoming massive, human-protecting creatures of angelic attitude, or just being, you know, people. Heaven wants to destroy them; Hell wants to use them. Aziraphale just wants to give them a place to be safe.
Age: 6000+, looks like he’s in his early thirties
Gender: NONE. Well. Male, most of the time, if he’s thinking about it.
Species: Angel
Canon Used: Good Omens novel
Appearance: http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Anthony_Rapp%20-%2010%20-%20Rent.jpg
Psychology:
Fumbling, kind, and awkward, he’s been thrust into a leader’s position without having the faintest idea of how to do the damn job. He would gladly retreat into a library and never come out again, but he has people relying on him, and regardless of how tired or scared he is of being so responsible for the lives of those around him, he’s not going to abandon the job. He’s not as flakey as he used to be, and definitely not as hesitant to hurt when he needs to, though he often tortures himself with guilt for it later. Almost twenty years of literal Earth-shattering war will do that to an angel.
As there are so few children left on Earth, he’s not sure how to handle the creatures, though he tries. The ones he does know of are fond of him though he has no notion why. He never talks to anyone about anything beyond logistics, battle, supplies and casualties; if he doesn’t have to think about the world in an emotional way he’s much more likely to function than if he pauses to consider what the Earth he loved for 6000 years has become. He also doesn’t love things. Loving things leads to those things disappearing, which leads to unpleasantness.
No. He doesn’t love things. Ever. At all. Really he doesn’t.
He was a bit of a bastard before, thanks to 6000 years of Crowley’s company, but it was a muted sort of bastardyness that involved setting meter maid’s notepads on fire, not torturing demons for the whereabouts of the nearest clean water source. War let his bastard out of its cage, and when it shows itself in moments of righteous outrage or general fury, it’s a truly terrifying thing. He’s not the angel he used to be, knows it, and hates it. But he also knows it’s who he has to be.
Other Skills/Abilities:
Flight: Azi has grand white wings that are kept far tidier now than they used to be, if only because he has them out almost all the time.
He can purge alcohol from his system with just a thought.
Doesn't need to breathe/eat/sleep, though he enjoys good food and enjoys sleeping now more than he’ll ever admit.
Can abandon his physical body to travel at phenomenal speed; has no real limitations on his size/shape; he can shapeshift, though he’s never shown doing it in the novel (unless you count the nice old gardener).
He’s able to stand in the rain without getting wet! And is fireproof, as well as able to set things on fire.
Has the ability to force something into being, simply by assuming that it exists. Can hypnotize and fiddle with the memories of normal humans, though he doesn’t often. He is able to feel love--love for a place/of a place/the love that people feel for one another.
He can heal, produce light, and enact a sort of minor possession over those who have occult and spiritual tendencies. Immortal in the ordinary sense, he can be destroyed by the forces of hell (or, if they turn on him, the forces of heaven), though more likely he would just be taken to hell itself and tortured into insanity. Isn’t that pleasant.
He can manipulate reality in minor ways; create clothing, change signs, miracle things into (and out of) existence. However, this ability has been strictly limited thanks to the war. Too many miracles will get heaven’s forces crashing down on his head with a vengeance, or they might just cut him off from that particular vein of power for a time if they feel he’s been abusing it. Sometimes this involves the reversal of miracles he’s already performed.
Other Weaknesses:
His human body can be easily destroyed; cursed artifacts, depending on their intended effects, the age of the curse, etc, can be used to hurt or kill him. Other than that, it’s pretty much up to the Forces of Hell (or Heaven) to kill him off for good.
History:
In the beginning, Az was a guardian of Eden. Until he ‘misplaced’ his flaming sword, and it was really all downhill from there. He’s been the curator/owner/general tender of various small shops over the years, culminating in a bookstore that he owned for ages until the impending apocalypse became the not-so-impending apocalypse and the world was plunged into chaos, doom, etcetera.
How did that happen, you may ask? Well. He and Crowley agreed to try and stop the world from ending.
Heaven found out.
So did Hell.
And really, it was all downhill from there.
Adam was Influenced, though whether it was by Beelzebub or the Metatron or both is unclear; in the end, the result was the same. Adam acted as the ‘plan’ said he should; the legions of Heaven descended to battle the legions of Hell. Az was swept up into the fight, unable to escape, unable to try and find out what happened to Crowley after their Arrangement was discovered. The battle has been raging ever since, and as Crowley hasn’t made contact and Az’s many searches over the following decade turned up empty, the angel was forced to face the fact that his friend was either in service to Hell or imprisoned there.
After that, Aziraphale busied himself with keeping the remaining humans alive and keeping London from being annihilated by the continuing war. He’s become the sort of de facto leader of a group of angels (and, covertly, several demons) who are less interested in destroying things than they are preserving what’s left. He has several admirers in the younger ranks of angels, created after the war began, and the nephilim who came to London looking for sanctuary. He is not sure how to handle this. He doesn’t even want to BE there, but there’s nowhere else for him to really be. He has no Crowley, no bookshop, no nothing, and there is nothing else to be had. So he stays and does his best with what he has. A pack of refugees and renegades in a London that doesn’t look much like London any more.
Reality Description:
Hell on earth, or as close to it as Aziraphale wants to get. Ever since Crowley disappeared and the near-apocalypse sparked a war between heaven and hell, the earth has turned into a wasteland of battle and death. It’s been almost twenty years since it started; he can only assume, as he hasn’t seen nor heard from Crowley in all that time, that his friend is in hell suffering for his friendship with the angel and his attempts to stop the apocalypse from coming.
While most angels don’t question the fact that the Metatron is the only one giving the orders and that He, despite it being ‘the end of all things,’ hasn’t made an appearance, Aziraphale is among the few who are beginning to wonder. He is, in fact, one of the few that’s been wondering since the beginning, and the longer things go on the more others are starting to question as well. The demons, on the other hand--so far as the angels know--are more than willing to keep up the battle indefinitely. But recently there have been rumors of demons questioning the point, as well--some who feel they’ve lost purpose without the souls of humans to manipulate. Both sides are beginning to degenerate into factions loyal to their respective ‘leaders,’ (meaning Beelzebub and the Metatron, both of whom are doing nothing to try and end the war) and those who question/are tired of fighting/are just bored with the whole affair. The power the Metatron and Beelzebub both have in this situation far outstrips what they had while trying to orchestrate it for their masters’ sakes, and they are inclined to keep it going. Some whisper that they’ve even made a pact to continue the war indefinitely, rather than let one side or the other win and give up their power again.
The surviving humans hide themselves in the remains of cities, guarded by angels. The Metatron’s closest followers favor abandoning the humans completely; protecting them has cost more lives than it’s worth. However, there are enough angels (Aziraphale included) who still believe in protecting the creatures that were made in His image that the Metatron hasn’t pushed the issue too hard, instead leaving those angels to fend more or less for themselves against the demons who enjoy torturing the humans that are left. There are more Nephilim on earth now than since the beginning of the world, and they are the targets of both angels and demons. Aziraphale is one of the few who tries to protect them and speaks out for their rights, along with several others who have joined him in safeguarding London’s remains. London is known as a Nephilim sanctuary, and many human parents of the half-angel children try to escape there. Resources are scarce and miracle-working is strictly controlled; the angels can’t just create food and clean water for their wards, which is as much a problem as the pestilence and diseases that so many of the surviving humans suffer from.
It’s not a nice place to live.