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Barachiel

The Academy~Afternoon

Barachiel chuckled at the student on the ground. "Never underestimate your opponent" The girl huffed and stood. She looked exceedingly frustrated at the currently bare chested angel. He tilted his head and watched as she made her next move. She charged him and he moved almost elegantly away and smacked her with a wing. "Do not be so predictable" The girl seemed to growl at him and this time managed to pretend she was about to lunge but instead kicked his legs out from him. She then held the blunt practice sword at his throat and seemed quite proud of herself. Then she managed to finally realize she was on top of him...and blushed hard. 

A chuckle echoed from him as the girl seemed paralyzed and he gently flipped her off of him. "Much better." She nodded and gathered her things before scurrying off. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair causing rainbows of color to dance through the strands. He scooped up his shirt and started wandering, his white combat boots not making a sound as he moved. He had to admit he did favor the academy and the surrounding area to the rest of his region...though his duty made him impartial. 

As he walked throngs of students parted. A few whispered others started at his wings. Nothing he was not used to by now. He then paused. Piano A small smile played on his lips and he followed the sound like a cat stalking a mouse. He paused by the ballroom spotting a girl in the entrance way. A girl...with a harp. He silently slipped behind her and studied the case. A small one, but it must be a special harp. Especially considering where he was most likely this was a magic harp. He then blinked when she spoke...this one was an awkward one.

 His wings folded more neatly as he looked over the girl at the man playing the piano. He recognized him, but like many cases he never really interacted. You would think someone oozing this much power would actually interact with those around him more and maybe even know the names of the pupils he helped, but he acted more like a cat. There, but more as a presence. He continued to stand...his 6 foot 4 self almost looming behind the girl...and watch to see what would happen.

Name: Barachiel 
Alias/Nickname: Bar, Father Nature (he's not fond of that one), Stormbringer (not particularly fond of that one either)
Age: 
-Apparent: 21
-Actual: 221
Race: weather angel (previously battle angel)

Appearance: 

Brachiel is tall standing at around 6 foot 4 inches. His body type is similar to a male olympic gymnast. muscular, but compact. His wing span is not nearly as large as some other angels, but spans at 8 feet. His hair appears to be white, until he moves and a rainbow of colors shines like an opal in sunlight. His eyes are a deep blue. He often wears button up shirts with a white rose in its pocket. However, he does occasionally wear casual shirts...with pockets for that white rose. The colors ranging from black to grey. He often wears dress pants, but sometimes wears nice quality jeans. For shoes he has a small range between white oxfords and white combat boots if he is being casual. He does not usually have facial hair. While he often hides his musculature, he is not one to be underestimated.
Wings:
His wings are shaped like those of a hawk. This allows him to reach high speeds, but not as fast as a falcon. An interesting detail is that the feathers are like those of a snowy owl. Allowing him speed and silence. The pattern also matches that of a snowy owl, but are opal much like his hair. The starch contrast of the black spots somehow adds a beautiful patterning. The most eye catching other then the feathers are the talons perched on the curve of his wings. Sharp and curved he is able to use them almost like hooks...or weapons. He can be gentle enough with them to pluck harp strings or leathal enough to slam through bones. That being said he works them like another pair of arms...hooking his talons on pull up bars and strengthening them. The blows from his wings are like those from a swan....but worse.

Social Status: 
Barachiel is usually avoided. That being said you could look at it as either extremly high to where no one wishes to cause him anger or non existent due to the avoidance. Even before being a weather angel he was revered for being deadly.

Relations: 
Barachiel really did well at avoiding people on his end just as they avoided him. That is until he moved to loom and declared it his region. 
Now he is familiar with the academy and feels an odd want to protect it to the very small margin he can. 
General Activity: Barachiel enjoys wandering the halls of the academy. Checking up on things before going and playing instruments. The sound traveling throughout. If not found in the academy for that day he is often wandering the city. He is very strict with making sure he does his weather duties. If it is to rain it will directly on schedule. He knows the consequences of not doing so too well.
When not wandering and playing the instruments he helps train the pupils of the academy.

Abilities: 
Weather angel-Earth and wind preference 

The one unique ability he has is the odd ability to keep plants alive for a short amount of time. He is fond of white roses.

Equipment: 
Barachiel possesses armor that is elegant yet tough. A metal forged to withstand much yet look beautiful with etched roses and rose gold colored edging. His armor extends to his wings and seems to make them into a shield. 
He posses twin swords with roses looping to make the hilts. 
He also has two daggers. Twins that he is able to throw with precision and if pushed hard enough can move faster then a bullet due to wind propelling them.
He enjoys wind instruments and owns a glass flute with a ship on it. 
Note: armor that makes wings a shield limits flight heavily. 

Other:
While he owns this armor he is not always wearing it. Finding now, with his abilities he doesn't need it. Though if pushed, he may bring it out. Side note: this is not to say he is always unarmed. for he is not. He carries those two daggers with him.  
He is hardly ever seen without a white rose in a shirt pocket. 
He is able to play a wide variety of instruments and is capable of playing the harp, flute, french horn, and the cello.

Personality: Will show more in IC (but he is kind of like a cat)

Biography: 
 My name is Barachiel. I used to be a battle angel. One who was feared by many and terribly efficient. I was the beautiful horror. I fought with honor and then...and then the wars happened. My armor had never been so stained with blood and I had never been so ruthless. I found myself changed to adapt. I showed little mercy. 

Little did I know I would go through more changes. With heaven in ruins I sought to try to protect those that were left. I was ambushed and suddenly...another change happened. Anger boiling within me I fought harder then ever before. Until I started to hurt. I was dying. I was struck from behind sending me tumbling I found I couldn't get up quite yet. My wings felt heavy as they mottled all of their hawk like feathers. Opal and black grew on my wings and I realized...I had awakened and I was suddenly alone.

Barachiel was originally a very good battle angel with a reputation of efficiency. He got jobs done with little to no fuss and was ready for the next. He was around during the wars and Judas rule...along with the Angel holocoust. Wars he fought hard in and that changed him to be more ruthless. Still efficient but far more dangerous. He was thought to be killed after he took to hiding. Trying to find those he could to try to get some sort of routine back in his life. He was a soldier after all and not really independent at the time.

Then he changed fully. The change seemed to happen either during or directly after he was supposed to die. He had no idea what to do with himself as a weather angel and isolated himself. He worked on figuring out what he had to do and slowly became more independent. Now he was claimed by the providence containing loom as his region and has come to particularly enjoy the academy. His favorite places being loom and the academy. Much like a cat while he is there he isn't one to interact with too many people unless he really wants to.

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