Post by masorin on Jul 12, 2009 20:59:12 GMT -6
Name: Tyreal
Age: 500
Appearance:
when in a human form tyreal blends into the crowd.
Background:
Tyrael is a man born to the angelic clans main family hes an accomplished diplomat and actually is alot stronger then his position would suggest. From a young age Tyrael had a great hope for humanity watching over it training so that one day he could help humanity in a time of need. His powers and the love of humanity brought him up as fine diplomat.
However when his clan failed to acknowledge the threats at hand, when diplomacy failed Tyrael disappeared. Determined to help the humans in there time of need he exiled himself from his clan and began forcing along events with his own hands.
Personality: never one to trust Tyrael is hard to earn the friendship of once you've earned it however hes someone to rely on. noble and to his word hes everything an arch angle should be. he believes strongly in his couse and his path never faultering from the couse. every action he makes is planed. and thous that he doesn't plan for tend to piss him off. tyrael is forced into a position where he cant directly interven the laws pervent it but he can guid along others.
Branch: Main Family Of Angels
Likes: humans, angles, people that agree with him, freands diplomicy.
Dislikes: demons, shinigami, grapfrute, things he didn't plan on.
Fear: that theres no hope, that he was wroung
Class: Angel
Powers: tyraels wings are made of pure light energy. they function a bit like tenticles in that thay can smack around any one who gets to close. tyrael carries a sword and has a vary nasty profincincy in it. tyreal can use chaos controll to a small degree.
Forms: Angel Form
Roleplay Sample: tyrael sat back in a pub. worlds away from the heaven he once knew as home filled with blind nearsited fools. he sighed he knew the fall of the soul society was comming he warned them and yet did any of his fellow angles want to intervine. he sat back took a drink of his whine. "this is rediculus. i cant sit back and watch this but how to go about intervening. none of whats happend latly has been fair". he shrugged got up leaving his unfinished whine without paying. "i think i might know where to start thou". he smilled as he walked off.
Age: 500
Appearance:
when in a human form tyreal blends into the crowd.
Background:
Tyrael is a man born to the angelic clans main family hes an accomplished diplomat and actually is alot stronger then his position would suggest. From a young age Tyrael had a great hope for humanity watching over it training so that one day he could help humanity in a time of need. His powers and the love of humanity brought him up as fine diplomat.
However when his clan failed to acknowledge the threats at hand, when diplomacy failed Tyrael disappeared. Determined to help the humans in there time of need he exiled himself from his clan and began forcing along events with his own hands.
Personality: never one to trust Tyrael is hard to earn the friendship of once you've earned it however hes someone to rely on. noble and to his word hes everything an arch angle should be. he believes strongly in his couse and his path never faultering from the couse. every action he makes is planed. and thous that he doesn't plan for tend to piss him off. tyrael is forced into a position where he cant directly interven the laws pervent it but he can guid along others.
Branch: Main Family Of Angels
Likes: humans, angles, people that agree with him, freands diplomicy.
Dislikes: demons, shinigami, grapfrute, things he didn't plan on.
Fear: that theres no hope, that he was wroung
Class: Angel
Powers: tyraels wings are made of pure light energy. they function a bit like tenticles in that thay can smack around any one who gets to close. tyrael carries a sword and has a vary nasty profincincy in it. tyreal can use chaos controll to a small degree.
Forms: Angel Form
Roleplay Sample: tyrael sat back in a pub. worlds away from the heaven he once knew as home filled with blind nearsited fools. he sighed he knew the fall of the soul society was comming he warned them and yet did any of his fellow angles want to intervine. he sat back took a drink of his whine. "this is rediculus. i cant sit back and watch this but how to go about intervening. none of whats happend latly has been fair". he shrugged got up leaving his unfinished whine without paying. "i think i might know where to start thou". he smilled as he walked off.
