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Character: Uriel
Series: Angel Sanctuary
Character Age: Quite possibly older than dirt. Appears 30ish.
Job: Obscure Rule Enforcer and Contraband Inspector
Canon: Thousands of years ago the Organic Angel Alexiel was cursed to face a tragic cycle of reincarnation. As punishment for defying God, in each of her lives she’d die an anguished, violent death. Mudou Setsuna is her current reincarnation. Having fallen in love with his sister, Sara, at an early age, Setsuna’s life seems doomed to tragedy just like Alexiel’s previous incarnations. However when Sara, sacrifices herself to save him, the cycle of Alexiel‘s curse is broken and Setsuna must embark on a journey to save his sister and the world. It’s there that he meets the archangel Uriel, angel of Death and Judgment.
It was Uriel who cursed Alexiel’s soul, damning her to an eternity of suffering. Overcome with guilt, he severed his own vocal chords and banished himself to Hades. He has since become a recluse, alone except for the animated doll (whom he very simplistically named “Doll”) he created to serve him. Uriel is naturally inclined toward peace and gentleness, and tries to show compassion to the dead when he can. However, his inability to deal with his guilt over Alexiel and the ruthlessness needed to punish sinners has led to him being emotionally unstable. This manifests in sudden, violent fits of temper when he becomes agitated. Due to his also being the elemental angel of Earth, his rage can cause massive damage, so in spite of his gentle nature, he is feared for his anger. His outbursts are so fierce that they scare Uriel himself. In their aftermath he grows distressed and harshly self-critical. He tends to speak formally and politely when he’s calm, with his language becoming more dramatic when he’s emotional.
Sample Entry:
There appears to be a misunderstanding. I perceive many ways my services may be needed in a place such as this, but the reason I was given for being called is unrelated to any of them. While I am experienced with judgment and punishment, enforcing obscure rules and regulations that have been placed on children imprisoned in a cursed swamp has little value to me. I'm certain there are more pressing problems at hand, such as the unrest of the dead. They are wretched creatures, these zombies. Soulless husks, lacking a purpose, they have little else to do but seek out brains and flesh. I happened upon a group of them attempting to perform what appeared to be the dance known as the "Macarena." With Madam Sayre being so insistent about my performing my assigned duties, I ordered them to stop immediately. However, once they no longer had the dance to distract them they turned their attention to chewing on each other. It was pitiful, indeed.
Since governing the dead is my natural province, I have decided to offer them what I help I can. In an effort to divert them from their constant hunger for brains, I am going to try to give them a new purpose. It is apparently required that I perform periodic inspections for certain banned items that your Director has been growing concerned about. I have chosen some of the more complete specimens to aid me in searching for contraband. These zombies, whom I have called One, Two, and Three, will be assisting me in my first endeavor. One will be helping with searches, since he has both eyes in his head and they appear to function as well as can be expected given his circumstance. Two has both her arms, and will be aiding in the collection of items. She is missing a few fingers but is, thus far, quite capable of holding a bag. Lastly, Three will be making inquiries with me. I realize his jaw is a little loose, but his voice and tongue seem to be intact.
Ah, no, Three, brains are not banned, therefore we will not be searching for them. And please do not attempt to eat One’s face; he will need his eyes for the inspections. Two, your remaining eye has fallen into the bag. You will need to remove it. …No, none of you may eat it, I will help return it to its socket in a moment. One, stop fighting with Two over the bag, that is not your job. If you continue yanking in that fashion she will lose her arm! You will all move away at once. I gave none of you permission to chew on me--
--DO YOU NOT HEAR ME? YOU WILL CEASE AT ONCE. I WILL NOT ABIDE SUCH DEFIANCE. I AM THE ANGEL OF DEATH, YOUR MASTER. DO AS I COMMAND OR I WILL STRING YOU UP BY WHAT REMAINS OF YOUR ENTRAILS AND REND YOUR BODIES TO DUST.
Oh… Such destruction. I can have such a hateful heart. I frighten even myself. I see now, I have little choice but to do this alone. Residents of Camp Fuck You Die, my name is Uriel, Archangel of Earth and Guardian of Hell’s gate. I am here for your scrunchies.
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