-Celestial Name: Zaharel
-Earthly Name: Zachary Michaels
-Order: Michaelites (Leader)
-Orientation: Bisexual (Zaharel loves the person first)
-PB: Rainer Iveson
-Character Age and DOB: Unknown, but Zaharel has chosen August 2nd as his birthday for his Earthly persona. The year of birth has changed a few times to suit the persona he was living in.
-Complete Character Description:
Zaharel is everything one would hope an angel to be; he is 6’4” of beautifully sculpted muscle with a devastatingly stunning, angelic face to match. His skin is smooth and fair and bereft of a navel, of course, and he likes to dress in casual, but well-made clothes; he favors lighter colors and sometimes a trendy piece here or there. Zaharel has a head full of thick, pale-blond curls, that seem to be highlighted with gold and his hazel eyes glitter warmly, when talking to someone. In his celestial form these looks transcend human explanation. His beauty is indescribable and he has massive white wings that taper into pale blue and then are tipped in black (Not the black of the evil heart, but the black of the clear midnight sky). In either form, Zaharel’s comforting smile, with his full, pink lips and perfect white teeth, is enchanting.
Zaharel has a presence that is immediately felt by all who come in contact with him; he radiates warmth, strength and confidence to those he leads or councils. To those he cares about, Zaharel radiates pure unconditional love. To those who are evil, the angel radiates hope. He is a true and natural leader, being the head of the Michaelite Order, which also made him the leader of the entire choir.
Zaharel is quite extroverted, always out in the community meeting people and offering his assistance, as he is a generous man, as well. He delights in helping others and in seeing his influence cause others to do so.
Zaharel and his Celestial kin came to Earth in great numbers during a time of great upheaval that man called World War Two. Death, hatred, genocide and many other atrocities were running rampant amongst God’s children. The angels descended and merely meant to watch and perhaps offer comfort where they could, for it was forbidden to intercede no matter what was happening.
He had come down next to a tired young man who looked at a creased photo of a woman and three children; he stared at them as if he were willing them to come to life right there. “I’ll get back to you. I promise I will”, he spoke in a whisper. Zaharel became this young man’s guardian; his name was Dalton Attwood. Dalton was 26 and a British soldier stationed in France. 13 divisions of the British Army were in France fighting against the German Western Offensive. Zaharel was vigilant at his watch, warning Dalton with a nagging feeling about what to do and what not to do; he was the young man’s instinct and intuition. He also, unseen, provided comfort, when Dalton was alone in his bunk; he sent feelings of warmth and contentment and home.
Dalton survived, but France fell in June, 1940; Dalton’s division was sent to protect Burma, a part of the British Empire. On December 11th, 1941, Dalton Attwood was killed while defending Burma against the Japanese 15th Army. Angels were supposed to be neutral observers, but Zaharel mourned terribly. He said a blessing over the soldier’s body and then immediately flew to England, to watch over the soldier’s family.
Zaharel knew, because Dalton had known, that the soldier’s family had been evacuated from their North London home to Somerset. They had been fortunate enough to all stay together and housed under the roof of a well-to-do widow. So many children, sent out on their own, had not been so fortunate. Three million evacuated in the first four days of the evacuation and most of those children…Zaharel shook his head in sorrow. How senseless this business of war.
Jane Attwood, Dalton’s wife, had not heard of her husband’s death yet; Zaharel found her tending the Widow Thompson’s rose garden. She was a lovely woman; where Dalton was blond and fair, Jane had raven-black hair, slightly tanned skin and green eyes. Jane’s mother had been half Spanish, which was enough to give Jane and two of her children, Nelly and Spencer, hair like silken ebony. Her older boy, Colton or “Colt”, had pale blond hair like his father. They were quiet a handsome family, Zaharel thought sadly. He hated that the news would come to crush their world. He watched Jane tend the roses, Nelly listen to stories from the Widow Thompson and the boys chase each other around the yard…and he prayed sincerely that he could be their father and Jane’s husband.
The angel moved closer to Jane and watched every move she made as if it were art…and it was art! God is great! What magnificence he has created; he longed for this woman. He needed to be there for her. He needed to comfort her when the time came.
What had he been thinking? He was an angel. He shouldn’t have prayed to live like a man. He shouldn’t have prayed to take a wife and children. He shouldn’t have longed in his heart for any human. He was supposed to be neutral. He was sorry. Maybe God wasn’t listening when he did that…NO! What was he saying now?! More blasphemy!! God was always listening! Please forgive me! I am overcome with sadness…and…I am overcome…
Days passed and Zaharel watched his charges. He watched as they slept, eat, worked and played…and then came that horrible day when he had to watch as they mourned; the telegraph came, delivered by an Army messenger. Dalton Attwood died in Burma while fighting bravely for His Majesty’s Armed Forces. Jane Attwood comforted her children, hugged them, wiped their eyes, held them, and explained how their father was now in Heaven with his parents and their old cat, Mr. Grumps. She put them to bed early and then went into the gardener’s shed, where she broke down into uncontrollable sobs. Zaharel was beside himself; he once again prayed that he could comfort her and take away her pain. “Please, Miss, don’t cry…”, he spoke from behind her, touching her shoulder. The woman whirled around startled…she had locked the door.
“How did you get in here?!”, she almost screamed, backing away from him.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m an angel…”, he let her glimpse his Celestial form for the briefest of moments. He was beautiful, as it was, but his Heavenly form was incomprehensible. He radiated such a light and his white wings were massive. His golden locks of hair actually seemed to be shimmering like gold and his eyes twinkled like twin stars. “…Dalton is with God now, Jane…”
Suddenly, a storm seemed to brew up, but it was a storm that Jane couldn’t see or hear. It appeared that Zaharel hadn’t been the only one to overstep himself. An understanding came to him suddenly…he and all who came with him had been banished from Heaven…until what time a trial might be revealed to them which might reverse their misfortune.
Two years later, Zaharel, now going by the Earthly name Zachary Michaels, married Jane Attwood and adopted her children. He took a teaching job in North London, when the war was over, and they lived happily for many years. He aged the glamour he used to disguise his angelic appearance to match Jane’s.
In 1986, Jane died of a heart attack while Zaharel was picking up groceries. She was 73 years old and had been having troubles for a few years; these problems ran in her family.
There are fewer things sadder than an angel who feels that his heart has been torn from his chest. Zaharel locked himself away for a month before he even came out to visit with his adopted children. However, for the next 24 years, he was the best father, grandfather and great-grandfather he could possibly be.
Then, in the year 2010, he was called. He had to travel to America…to a town called Babylon, and rid it of it’s demon infestation. I grieved him to leave his Earthly family, but he knew he must. He explained to them about his calling and, them knowing who and what he was, they understood. His death was faked and no one questioned it, Zachary Michaels being of such advanced age.
Bidding them all a tearful farewell, the entire family witnessed Zaharel in his angelic form for just a moment, as he waved goodbye, one last time, and took flight from the deserted plain outside of London.
Alighting in Babylon, Iowa, Zaharel took a job at the High School as a history teacher, thinking how strange it was that they needed a history teacher just when he needed a job. He said a prayer of thanks. Then he purchased a home in the middle class neighborhood of Creek End, a nice, friendly area. Now, he would have to get familiar with the town and it’s people…and start weeding out the demons.
*No longer able to see or converse with God.
* Commiting sins may eventually lead to death. 1 sin will cause the angel to have their powers weakened by half for five full days. 2 sins without a five day lapse in between will cause the angel's powers to leave them completely for five full days. 3 sins without healing in between will cause death.
*May only fight in defense of himself or another.
*May be trapped in a flaming circle of holy oil.
*His love for humans
-Abilities & Strengths due to species:
* Strong Presence & Leadership Ability
* Generous & Helps Others
* Can project glamor to cover his Celestial form
* Ability to fly in their true forms
* Ability to radiate light
* Telepathic communication
*Able to detect lies others tell.
* An angel's celestial-forged sword can detect the presence of a demon by a light that emits from it. The light causes amnesia in all who see it, equivalent to the time it took to shine.
* Immune to sickness
* Immune to decay
* Immune to mental intrusion
* Immune to fire
-Talents and Hobbies: Strategy, tactics and leadership. Teaching, gardening (esp. rose bushes), reading, most sports, meditation outdoors, cooking.
-Family & Friends: Zaharel has a family in England. His adopted children are senior citizens now and his grandchildren are older. Even his great-grandchildren are having children now.
Residence: Zaharel as Zachary Michaels has a home in Creeks End
How long has your character been in Babylon?: Just over a year.
Job: History Teacher at Babylon High School
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