Pelle
([Prounounced like 'bell'])
([Prounounced like 'bell'])
Age: 2763
Race: Seraphim
Origin: Shehaqim
Allegiance: Her duties. Now that God has been destroyed, there is no one left to ally herself to.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Race: Seraphim
Origin: Shehaqim
Allegiance: Her duties. Now that God has been destroyed, there is no one left to ally herself to.
Alignment: Lawful Good
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The Staff of Illumination: A staff of light, solidified into a corporeal form. It has immense powers to dispel darkness.Heavenly Bow and Arrows: A short bow, only about two feet long with short arrows. Meant to be used in close quarters battles, the bow is carved with enchantments in Enochian, the Angelic language, and the arrows are strengthened by Light.
Abilities:
Holy: The varied uses of the power of Light.
Flame of Heaven: Seraphim, often known as ‘fiery serpents,’ are imbued with a natural oneness with flame. Often, uses of fire are automatic and subconscious, requiring little thought, energy, or focus. The Flame of Heaven can be distinguished from the fire of the human realm by its color—a deep red-gold—and the sheer intensity of its heat, and is used only for specific attacks that require more power than usual.
Pure Light: Pelle’s body emits a light so bright that she can no longer be seen.
Embrace: A temporary healing technique in which Pelle takes a part of a person’s pain into herself, allowing them to fight on until they can receive more drastic medical attention. The pain can be shared with others as well, but only willing volunteers.
Gales of Heaven: After many centuries of training, Pelle was able to attune her body to wind as well. She can manipulate it to a decent extent, and allows it to aid in such things as listening, sight, concealment, and in some cases, attacking.
True Form: During battle, Pelle’s extra four ‘wings’ emerge, increasing her strength and stamina. [In all, she has six wings, but only two are for flying. The other four emerge as translucent outlines, wings made almost invisible with the strength of light, and are used solely to increase her power during a fight.]
Bio:
In the Past
My past, huh? That’s not exactly light reading, not if you want all the details. But that’s not what you’re looking for, is it? You don’t want my life story, from the day of my birth—or rather, creation—up until today; what you want is to pick my brain, to hear my most traumatic and dramatic experiences, and use them to figure out what makes me tick, right? Of course you do.
All right, there’s really no place to start but the beginning, and no, that doesn’t mean the day God created me. For me, the beginning of my true existence is the day I was sent to school.
Studies were dull, simple, merging into one in an endless blur of mindless days, surrounded by kiss-ups and goody-goodies and all manner of typical Angel teenagers. It was my own personal Hell.
The teachers must have noticed my boredom, and luckily for me they took pity. Or action, at least, because pity really isn’t the right word for what they did. I was moved to a more secluded school, a private school for only the best and brightest, a term I never would have applied to myself. I’ll admit, I was a bit horrified and disgusted by these holier-than-thou Angels with their noses in the air. Aristocrats, most of them, born into families of Virtues, Dominions, and Thrones, some of the highest classes in the Angelic hierarchy. I, on the other hand, was born to Archangels, only one rung from the bottom. It was never a fact I concerned myself with; after all, what was lineage, really, but a bunch of papers and family trees that branched off into nowhere? But at my new school, social standing was all that mattered, and to my new classmates, I was lower than dirt. The fact that I looked like a boy didn’t help manners with the female student body, all of whom had flowing blond hair and more...developed bodies. Having to share classes, meals, and dorms with the little girl with no form and choppy, coarse white hair was a worse fate than many of them could fathom.
Only a few decades later, Lucifel rebelled against God.
We had finished our schooling several years ago, and I (much to the horror of my classmates) had been declared a member of the Great Thrones. In the First Triad of the hierarchy I was on the bottom rung, but I was nevertheless of greater or equal rank than all of my classmates. You should’ve seen the looks on their faces in graduation...priceless.
Things were peaceful for a few years, filled with tedious tasks in my new rank and sporadic visits to my parents, who always said they couldn’t be prouder. It wasn’t the most exciting life, but it was certainly more than I had ever hoped for.
Then the war hit, and everything ended.
There was no warning, no gathering unrest. Just a sudden announcement to every Angel in Heaven that Lucifel had declared war on God. There was going to be the first Heavenly war since time had begun.
Immediately everything was frenzied and bustling. Nothing could be done quickly enough, there wasn’t time to prepare. Had the armies formed yet? Where were our generals? Why wasn’t anything ready? Lucifel’s army had been preparing themselves for centuries, in secret. Why hadn’t anyone been able to find out? What had we been doing to protect ourselves all these centuries? We had to do hundreds of years of preparation in only a year’s time. It was impossible.
I had shown an aptitude for battle, and there weren’t enough people available. I became a general in that war, and it cost me my compassion and my eye. I led many people to their deaths for a cause I wasn’t sure I believed in; they never warned us to protect ourselves against Lucifel’s manipulative tongue, and we were unprepared for his persuasiveness. Many turned against each other, suddenly torn between the two opposing sides. The bloodshed was immense, and the number of lives lost is still uncounted in our archives. This wasn’t a war; it was a massacre.
When I look back on it, I think Lucifel always knew he would lose. He always knew he would become Lucifer, king of Hell, and it was his intention all along. But why not even up the playing field while he was at it? After the war, he gathered thousands of followers and we lost more than that in lives. Heaven was severely weakened, and we had been able to do nothing to stop it.
Recently
I was promoted to Seraphim after that, the highest rank of Angel. Apparently my efforts in the war were worthy of ‘considerable merit’ and ‘deserved to be recognized properly.’ I was one of many honored at a massive ceremony for those we lost after the war.
Since then, an army has always been on reserve...just in case. I’m never far away from where I can be contacted, and my jobs for the Council—once the body under God, soon the ruling force of Heaven—were never-ending. The days, like my early school years, were merely passing blurs, a dream I didn’t understand. It didn’t matter. Everything important had died in the war, including my parents and the few friends I made as a Great Throne. My blind left eye, permanently scarred and transparently blue, was a reminder of that.
I continued to act as a warrior, sometimes blending into the humans and leading them in wars that would change the world, always for the better. Other times I slipped in as a diplomat, making sure decisions were made that would end wars. All of it was meant to keep the world order.
Then a sorceress rose by the name of Selene, and destroyed both God and Lucifer. The world crashed around me when I heard that. The funny thing was, I wasn’t just angry that she had killed God; I was more enraged by Lucifer’s death. We had done everything to defeat him and hadn’t been able to achieve it, and this woman just waltzed in and killed him? It wasn’t fair. Where was the justice in something like that?
Now
I will kill Selene. I’ll do my duty as a Seraphim and push her war in the right direction. First I’ll take out her allies, then I’ll destroy her once and for all. My rage is all that drives me now.
~~Diligence~~
The entity of the virtue of Diligence held within Pelle. Unlike Balance in Adam or Ire in Damion, Diligence is a benevolent force that serves only as a guide or motivator when Pelle needs help.
~~Source for info on Seraphim and hierarchy: http://www.angel-guide.com/seraphim-angel.html Some liberties taken.~~
