Nathaniel

Name: Nathaniel
Nicknames: Nate
Gender: Male
Age/DOB: Ageless
Occupation: Angel of Fire
Member Group: Angel
Playby: Jude Law




Likes: Making a plan, Getting the job done, His siblings, Humor
Dislikes: Judging others, Too much silliness, loudnoises
Dreams: Heaven will go back to the way it was
Strengths/Special Abilities: Angelic Possession - Similar to demons, angels require a vessel while on Earth. However, they must have the vessel's permission before they can take control.
Astral Projection - Angels can project their wings onto surfaces at will. If one is killed by an Angel Blade, its wings are burned onto the surface on which they died
Chronokinesis - Angels can travel through time, in either direction. They can also take others with them, and just send osthers without going themselves
Dream Walking - Angels can appear in people's dreams
Immortality - Angels don't age and cannot be killed by diseases or Earthly weapons
Sedation - Angels are able to render humans unconscious with a touch.
Super Stamina - Angels never tire, and they do not require food, water, oxygen, or sleep to sustain themselves.
Super Strength - Physically, regular angels are more than a match for humans, lower-level and mid-level demons, and most monsters.
Killing Touch - Angels are able to destroy lower-level demons with a simple touch
Weaknesses: Innocent people in pain, seeing Castiel so down on himself,Holy Fire, Enochian Sigils, Blood Seal, Angelic Blade
Personality (At least 2 paragraphs): Nate likes to keep things simple. Both in personality and style. His words are well phrased as his goal is to help others. Being the Angel of Fire he has no problem solving things with a bit of physicality. Sometimes he can come off as non-caring and like his words are on auto pilot.

His style is very clean and proper. Seeing as his vessel is originally from England and was wearing a nice suit it what Nate kept too. The English man liked to dress in a few colors, blue, grey and black. Nothing ever too bold. Like other angels he tends to keep the vessels old way of dressing. The only thing about Nathaniel that wasn't neat was his hair. It always looked like he had just woken up or ran his hands through it.





Parents: God
Siblings: All of the Angels
Important others: N/A




History (at least 2-3 good paragraphs): Before all Castiel "turned to the bad side" Nate spent most of his time up in Heaven.  Nate thought that humans were starting to destroy his Fathers Earth and that is would end up biting them in the butt. But it wasn't too much of his concern. He was to help the helpless and makes sure that Heaven  was prepared to fight any impending doom.

When Cas did "turn bad" Nate along with most of the other Angels thought that what Cas was doing was absurd. All he wanted to do was to kick Castiel out of Heaven but he kept his mouth shut and waited to see what others would do. When the news broke of Naomi using Castiel, Nathaniel felt bad for Cas. He was an Angel of God who thought that he was doing the right thing but in reality he was being played like a puppet by Naomi. Wanting to kick Castiel out of Heaven had been done and his Angelic powers had been stripped. Humanity is all that he had left. 

After the dust settled and Heaven was broken and in chaos Nathaniel decided to spend some time on Earth. He needed space from his brothers and sisters that wanted revenge to disown Castiel. But Nate felt otherwise. He felt that his siblings should see that Cas only wanted what was best for Heaven. If he had really known Naomi's motives Nate was sure that Castiel would not have followed through with the plan. So that left him to go leave Heaven and down to Earth. He wanted to seek out Cas and see if he could help out. And his luck couldn't have been any better. Nathaniel woke up outside of a church, sprawled all over the ground.




Name: Amber
RP experience: 2-3 years
Other Characters:
RP Sample: (we require 250 words or more, so please give us a good sample)A deep sigh escaped Persephone’s lips as she walked down a street. It seemed strange that people would pass by and not even pay attention to her. So much had changed since the time that the Gods ruled the Earth and people would give scarifies to their name. During the good ol’ days people would spend day preparing for a feast in the name of a God and parties went on through the night. But now, in the budding metropolis, their names had faded into the sky to be only a whisper. How could a whole religion be turned over to never be seen again? The beginning of a new one. That’s how it all began.

It wasn’t long before her eyes gazed up and she stopped. A church. Temples where a place of grand design. The best of the best would create these ornate and amazing temples all in the name of a God. Each one had a certain theme that would relate back to the God or Goddess. They were not full of the tacky colored glass, gaudy painted statues or pictures. Stone and wood where the main elements of a temple and there were few colors to decorate the building. The people came to pray to a God not to see who had the brightest colors.

How long had it been since a temple had been erected in her name? A couple thousand or so years. It wasn’t fair that a religion could just come a long and stomp out something that had been around for years. But it was life and nothing about it was fair, all you can do it make the most of it. With the few followers that were left she cherished them the most and would grant them the best of passage if they were to come into the Underworld.

Persephone walked closer to the church and stopped under the shade of a large oak tree. People passing by would think that she was here to pay respects but those that knew her would know that was not the case. A commotion could be heard from inside the church. That was odd. Shouldn’t it be a place of peace? She raised a curious eyebrow and pushed away from the oak tree. She was about to walk up into the church to check things out when a man pushed past the large wooden doors.

He paused after he left the church and looked pleased? Peaceful? Content? Persephone couldn’t put her finger on the emotion but it was something like those that she questioned. With a long look at the man she tilted her head to the side and bit her lip. There was something about him. She knew him quiet possibly. Which meant that he was out of the ordinary. As soon as she as going to ask the man a question a sinking feeling entered Persephone. Had he caused the commotion inside?

A dark look pierced her eyes and she waltzed up to the man. “Would you mind telling me what’s going on inside?” Persephone was playing the innocent act, something she was rather good at. “I heard a commotion and I wanted to make sure everyone was alright.” She placed a delicate hand on her hip as she watched him. Hopefully Persephone would get the information she needed from the man quickly.