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[h1]Cassiel[/h1][/center]
[h2]Basic Information[/h2]
[indent]Tier: Moderate Powers
Titles: Fallen Archangel (suffix - Cassiel, Fallen Archangel), The Archangel of Solitude (instead of name - The Archangel of Solitude)
Age: Unknown (created pre-Genesis)
Gender: Male
Race: Angel
Occupation: Ex-archangel
Height: 8'0"
Build: Heavy
Skin tone: Solid gray
Eye colour: Solid gray
Hair: Bald[/indent]
[h2]Details and Background Information[/h2]
[indent][h3]Cassiel - Psychological Description[/h3]
Both apathetic and mournful, Cassiel has lost care for what happens in the present. He misses his prior greatness, the awe that was once felt by all mortals who looked upon him. He misses the respect of the angels and even the other archangels who would fight alongside him. Now he has lost all that, and current events pass him by as if they don't even happen. He stands by, aware of the many battles he could fight in and all the change he could make to improve the world but never acting. He feels an intense regret for his betrayal of Michael, and occasionally this motivates him to do good for the world, and seek redemption for his crime. More often than not, though, he simply languishes in shame and remains idle, while the people around him might suffer and die.

While Cassiel is mostly inactive, that is not to say he will not fight back when endangered. He is certainly not ready to face the prospect of death, as he believes the angels would not take him back if he were to die, and he would suffer in The Abyss for his sin.

As a combatant, Cassiel is unambitious and often does not even focus on the battle. He will neither focus on huge, powerful swings nor faster, less damaging ones. Instead he will keep himself alive, and otherwise do whatever is most convenient. His superhuman capabilities are usually enough to make up for his lack of focus, though he does not use his wings as much as one would expect. He thinks that using them for anything short of saving his own life would be pretentious: they are the tools of the pure-hearted, and he clearly isn't.
[h3]Cassiel - Brief History[/h3]
Cassiel, like all the angels, was created before Genesis, the beginning of the world. He was named the Archangel of Solitude, and represented courage and a willingness to battle against insane odds: literally one against an army. He witnessed the fall of Lucifer, and his renaming as Satan, and fought alongside Michael, the greatest angel, in the war against Satan. Time has forgotten what happened, but Cassiel failed Michael, and let Satan escape. For that he was condemned. He became a fallen angel, his Solitude now representing a cold loneliness fitting of one who had betrayed his own kin.

He fell to the Earth, and became the shell he is now. Wandering aimlessly, he felt immense regret for what he had done, but he never did anything about it in the years that followed. He witnessed the war against Nyx and Sanguis. He could have helped, but instead watched Sanctus' army fight and die. He had become numb to the world, never able to care about what happened but always able to make a difference.

Recently, he discovered the city of Valhalla and the tournament held to enter. In a rare moment of motivation, he accepted the challenge, hoping Michael would see this and restore him.
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[h2]Arena Information[/h2][indent]
[h3]Weapons and Gear[/h3][list]
[*]Angel's Bastard Sword - One of the swords wielded by the angels. Though it lost its magical properties when Cassiel fell, it is still incredibly light for a sword of its size. It is considerably larger than a typical sword, simply because Cassiel's height necessitates it.[/list]
[h3]Skills and Special Abilities[/h3][list]
[*]Wings - Even a fallen angel has the ability to fly, though Cassiel rarely uses this ability except to save his own life.
[*]Superhuman abilities - Cassiel is more than human. He is stronger, faster and tougher than the vast majority of the human race.
[*]Ambidexterity - Cassiel is equally capable with either his left or right hand.[/list]
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[h2]Writing Example[/h2]
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Cassiel walked slowly down a rarely-used road in the wilderness. His bare feet bled silver blood onto the stones he walked over. It was the dead of night, and the full moon's light was showing the way forwards. Cassiel liked the moon. He felt he could empathise with it, how cold and remote it seemed.

Maybe five armed men stepped out of the shadows to surround him. This was hardly a surprise: there were plenty of collectors who'd want some angels' wings on their wall, and these men wanted the small fortune that that would earn them. A short conversation with their leader confirmed this.

The pair in front of him of moved first. They rushed forwards, swords drawn, and the one on the left began to swing. Cassiel caught the blade with his, the swords connecting close to the hilt. His superior height and strength meant that he did not need to focus on the bind, instead kicking the other assailant in the gut. He returned his attention to the first, sidestepping and using the resultant opening to cut the fool's head off. Three or four blows traded between his sword and that of the man who'd just recovered from that kick, and he met a similar fate. Before he could turn around, he felt a sharp, cold pain between his ribs. He reached behind him, broke the arm of the man who'd stabbed him, pulled out the dagger and turned around, throwing it square into the chest of the original owner, killing him.

In the time that had taken, one of the two that remained had, quite cleverly, fled. Only the leader remained, wielding a slightly more exotic choice of weaponry: a viscously barbed whip in one hand and a mace in the other.

The instant Cassiel moved forwards the whip was wrapped around his chest, and with a tremendous tug the leader managed to pull Cassiel towards him, to the ground. Cassiel came down in a roll which closed the distance between them, and came up on one knee just in time to block the mace blow aimed at his face. Clearly, this man knew what he was doing. 

Cassiel moved in close, where neither the whip, the mace, nor his own sword would have room to swing. Keeping the mace at bay with his sword, he punched the leader several times just below the ribs, rapidly driving him back. Recognising Cassiel's plan, the man dropped the whip and grabbed Cassiel's sword arm at the elbow, pulling it away from his mace, then stamping on Cassiel's foot for good measure. He stepped forwards and swung his mace sideways at Cassiel's neck, attempting to break it, but Cassiel ducked under the swing and took advantage of the opening the miss made. With two quick swings, the man's hand and life left him.
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