Post by Malach Ra on Jan 14, 2012 23:07:55 GMT -5
Malach Ra
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{I know the world's got problems. I've got problems of my own. But they 'ain't the kind that can't be solved with an atom bomb}
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Nickname/Alias[/color]: Mal/Mala (prophets often shortened his name, from which the Latin word for “bad” derived), Aglæca, Nukpana, Angra Mainyu, Černobog, Matchitehew, Set, Zherneboh
Sex[/color]: Male at the moment
Age[/color]: Ancient. His host is 95 but stopped ageing at 28 years old
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Pansexual (doesn't care about gender, doesn't even care about a pulse...)
Member Group[/color]: Angel
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
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The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Black, naturally wavy but sometimes straightened, self-cut to keep it roughly between shoulder and jaw length but often shorter towards the back. Mal is usually clean shaven but will sometimes grow in a short goatee on the very bottom of his chin or style an old-fashioned cavalier mustache & goatee
Height & Weight[/color]: In his vessel, 6ft 2in, 210lbs
Body Type[/color]: As a boy, Sol was naturally chubby but once his growth spurt kicked in his stout frame gained a lot more muscle tone and definition that was further developed during his time in prison. Given his height the vessel now falls in the ‘Built like a Brick Shithouse’ category
Distinguishing Features[/color]: Solomon Gillis had three prison tattoos before agreeing to become a vessel; “Non Timebo Mala” in inch-tall lettering across his chest, a large three-bar Byzantine style cross tattoo over the ribs of his left side, and a small spider web design on his left hand connecting his index finger and thumb. There is a large complex seal scarred into the vessel’s back, carved by Death himself, which incorporates a mixture of Enochian, Sanskrit, Arabic, Hebrew and alchemical symbols.
Face Claim[/color]: Jack White
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well its bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: God, silence, not being able to see peoples’ faces, confined spaces, Demons he can’t turn into walking energy drinks, anyone who threatens a Reaper, Angels who call him ‘brother’, anyone who hurt/s Eve, the Croatoan virus (taking away free will with a virus is cheating), not getting his own way, anyone but Death addressing him by his full name
Strengths[/color]: Mal’s nihilistic attitude can be a strength when faced with anything that defies reasoning. He still has the angelic abilities of teleportation, telekinesis, illusion, limited telepathy and supernatural strength plus all the inherent strengths of a tall, well-built vessel that can’t die.
Weaknesses[/color]: Dependency on Demon blood to retain stability, psychosis and severe sickness from withdrawal, vulnerability to magic, holy oil and angelic blades.
Fears[/color]: He has a deep seated fear of being made to go cold turkey from his blood addiction. He’s been bleeding other unfortunates for decades now so the withdrawal would be unpleasant. Death isn’t a problem but he fears long term withdrawal would leave him paralysed or comatose rather than killing him.
Secrets[/color]: Although he is an Angel created by God, Mal is loyal only to Death, whom he considers his father and loves with all his evil heart. He dislikes God because the Reaper has spent all his existence cleaning up God’s messes. The only other creature to inspire true love from Mal was the Mother of all Monsters.
Habits/Quirks[/color]: Mal loves music & will often hum a tune while working or tap out a beat when waiting. Like many Angels mastering spoken language he picked up his vessel’s accent and has a tendency to sound like a thunderous southern preacher when he gets angry.
Overall Personality[/color]: Mal is evil incarnate. Literally. There are many Angels of Destruction or Angels of Punishment and there are Angels like Samael the Accuser; but only one true ‘Angel of Evil’. Mal was supposed to be evil in the causative sense rather than evil personified, but it turns out even Gods can’t truly create cause without effect. He takes pride in ‘being evil’ because he fully believes it’s necessary: it inspires faith, rebellion and innovation. Without evil, there would be no fear or sin, therefore no spiritual comfort or redemption, therefore every church, mosque, synagogue and temple in the world would be empty without evil.
Having spent the greater part of his existence on Earth, Mal appreciates the human condition better than most angels, both the beauty that his brethren were ordered to bow to and the flaws that riled Lucifer. While other Angels take vessels whose original occupants are faithful and virtuous, Mal’s very nature dictates he take those who represent the worst Mankind has to offer. Murderers, rapists, sadists and conquerors of all kinds have fallen under the shadow of Mal’s wings. And with every day that passed he became a little more like each of them.
This is not to say that he isn’t capable of positive emotions. Mal has always loved his father (Death), and has always tried to love his brothers and sisters (Reapers rather than the Angels). By steeping himself in human life he has learned to appreciate food, drink, art and music, learned to how to laugh, how to lust and how to feel awe and sorrow. The problem is that this understanding is always slanted by his corruptive nature, just as most other Angels’ perceptions are slanted by the nature of worship.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Mothers Name[/color]: (as Mal sees it) Yahweh
Fathers Name[/color]: (as Mal sees it) Death
Siblings[/color]: All Angels and Reapers
Overall History[/color]: The Gods created the world and became all the forces of nature in it. They guided the evolution of life into Humanity. Yahweh, the God of Angels, looked down on the lands, on the other Gods, into the hearts of their newest creations and saw a flawed world.
He confessed to Death that he was considering destroying the world to make a better one. But Death, the one thing in the entire universe that would survive, stopped him. Instead, the mortal world was handed to him as it was. When a creature died, Death’s children would send the soul to its afterlife or to be born again; and when they found a good soul who had chosen to follow Yahweh’s law, they would send it to the creator God in his garden beyond the mortal world.
As a parting gift, Yahweh took part of Death’s shadow, breathed grace into it and made Evil. God said: “I have given you a son. Let him be the force against which all Free Will is tested.”
For Death, and the Angels, and all the other Gods, this creature was strange, for the forces of nature had no concept of morality and the Angels did not understand how anything made by God could be bad. Evil asked what he should test as Good, and Yahweh offered up his favourite creation, his brightest star, Lucifer. Evil saw the anger that Lucifer felt towards Mankind. The new creation’s very presence took all the fears and accusations in the Archangel’s heart, all that he would never voice, amplified and echoed over and over: how their father was leaving because of Humans, how the world the Angels loved would be laid to waste by Humans, how God knew Humans were flawed and yet still showed them more kindness than Angels. Evil let him muse on all the terrible things the Morning Star could do to a Human. In this way, the first creature in creation was tested by Evil. And when God asked Lucifer to love Humanity above all else, the first test was failed.
After the Great Fall, Death walked among men and the Angel of Evil followed. On Earth he fell in love with a beautiful, primordial force, the Mother of Monsters, and nicknamed her Eve. Mankind was scared of Death, scared of Evil, scared of Eve’s children. They destroyed many things in their fear because they were flawed and did not know any better. Evil tested them, and some passed.
Death named this new son Malach Ra. Malach moved through all the realms at will. He did not dwell in Heaven with the other Angels for there was no real place for him there and he did not dwell in Hell because he had not fallen. He was shown Purgatory with Eve but was never shown how to pass through by himself. When Angels were tasked with missions that seemed unjust or wicked, Death sent Malach Ra to help them. Eve took men and twisted them into Monsters, and it was Malach Ra who rallied her.
When Eve was banished into Purgatory by humans, the Angel of Evil was devastated. In his rage he wished for his father’s power to wipe out everything in one great cull. Although he never faltered from his sense of purpose, he became cruel and petty. He encouraged Mankind to destroy themselves and everything around them. Over the millennia of mortals’ pain, rage, misery and hatred, it was Malach Ra who smiled at a job well done.
*many eons later…*
As human technology and politics began to rapidly evolve, so too did Malach’s influence. Through corruption, greed and paranoia, Mal was able to drag humanity into the first ‘Great War’ to ever engulf the entire planet. By the end of World War Two both the human and supernatural realms were stretched to their limits.
Everything changed in Socorro, New Mexico on July 16th, 1945. The ‘Trinity’ site on White Sands Proving Ground became home to the world’s first nuclear bomb detonation and many Gods around the world felt it. Many of them feared that Humanity was becoming too inventive and Mal was pushing them too far, too quickly. Malach was finally going to get his way and trick mankind into wiping themselves out before any religious apocalypse. Reluctantly, Death went to find his youngest son in New Mexico and asked him to stand down. Mal refused.
Death searched for the nearest suitable vessel and found Solomon Gillis, a Mississippi-born psychopath being held in Santa Fe under indictment for murder. Solomon was facing the gas chamber or life-imprisonment in the overcrowded state jailhouse. Death tricked the convict into accepting Malach’s possession, stuffed his son inside the human body and locked it. The vessel ceased to age, became indestructible; and Mal found he was devoid of any useful Angelic powers. And in that Santa Fe prison, Death left his son to rot.
A series of riots, disturbances and escape attempts rocked the old penitentiary in 1948, ‘50, ‘52 and ‘53 all largely down to Mal’s toxic presence. Due to the deteriorating conditions, inmates were moved from the old prison to the new Penitentiary of New Mexico in August 1956. A team of overly ambitious Demons ambushed the transfer and made sure ‘Solomon’ never reached the new building, nor was there any record left to indicate that he was ever expected or missed. The Demons sought to recruit the Angel of Evil to Azazel and Lilith’s cause, but instead they were repaid with a slow and bloody end. Drinking the demon blood finally allowed Mal to replenish a little of his old abilities, although he was still anchored to his vessel. The true extent of his power was trapped inside the ever-healing flesh of Solomon Gillis.
Wandering the country, Mal caught up on the events he’d missed over the last eleven years while searching for a way to return to his former glory. Half a century and several thousand pints of blood later, Mal is close to operating at full strength but being tied to a single body severely limits what he can do and makes him feel more like the Fallen. He feels sure that the key to unlocking the seal on his vessel lies in understanding the seals used to lock up Lucifer. If Malach ever succeeded in freeing himself the Angel would pick up exactly where he left off – pushing the world into a holocaust that would test the survival of not only Humanity but all life on Earth, down to the last godforsaken cockroach.[/ul][/size]
Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
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The first time Malach tried beer was around 3,150 BC in Babylon, when a Sumerian princess handed him a mug of something that was neither wine nor tea. The more he drank, the more he liked it. And Mal had been drinking beer, on and off, for about five-thousand years now. His favourite watering holes were smoky bars, seedy dens of iniquity where patrons came to inhale the blood, sweat and tobacco in a way that the Americas had once excelled at. In this particular bar though, the air was a little too clear for his tastes, the lights too bright.
Staring across the pool table, Mal was distracted by a girl in jeans and a flowing blue top that seemed faintly reminiscent of the draped material seen on statues of the Holy Mother. “Hey hun.” She called over to the barkeep. Her lips curled into a sweet smile. “One more round please?” Her hazel eyes batted softly. There was something about her… but the beer flooding his vessel’s system refused to let the Angel put a name to the feeling.
“Eightball ain’t gonna sink itself! You takin’ your turn or what?” The clueless Hunter he had been playing for a simple $80 bet scowled when Mal turned to look at him.
“Or what.” The Angel answered with detached composure, handing his pool queue to the Hunter’s friend, Roy. “Why don’t you take my place, keep the money if y’all beat Walt.” He left the pair arguing over whether to carry on playing winner takes all or just split the stranger’s money down the middle. It was an argument that would end an hour later in the parking lot with Walt’s knife severing Roy’s femoral artery. Things like that had a tendency to happen when the Angel of Evil was around.
The floor seemed a little unsteady under Mal’s drunken feet as he made his way over to the bar. He perched his tall frame on the bar stool next to the tiny drunk Madonna. Walt and Roy’s argument spilled out through the door and let in a chill gust of night air that carried in the scent of rotten leaves and bonfires. He shivered, trying to let the drop in temperature sober him up a little. He’d come out in a black vest so thin that his vessel’s tattoos could be seen through the material and his worn leather jacket had no lining left in it.
“You oughtta be savin’ that sweet an’ innocent mojo for the real emergencies darlin’. Have a drink on me.” He winked and handed the barkeep the last of his money.[/ul]
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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