Appearance: The metal plates that surround the outside of his body and that have replaced most of his skin are a dirty-blue. What used to be shiny and bright now has been tarnished. His eyes are a bright yellow and parts of his insides have been mechanized. His heart and other major organs have been moved around and altered. The gear in his chest will spin depending on how tired or energetic his body is at the moment. It goes in accordance to his physical health instead of him feeling 'perky' or anything like that.
Name // Nickname : Isfrafiel // Isaac
Gender: Male
Character Type: Cyborgel
Career: Police Unit
Skills: Access police and sometimes more hidden databanks to identify people or other angels. Has several small firearms and grenades hidden inside its body. Has experience with melee combat, and its robotic body makes him extremely tough to beat for regular humans when it comes to a brawl.
Supernatural Abilities:Flight. Very stereotypical wings sprout from his back, in between the metal plates.
Personality: Honest , Broad-minded ,overly-critical , touchy, weak-willed.
Bio: When captured and altered, Isfrafiel was sent to work as a police unit for a small city with a ineffective police force. He was put to work, and for the first few years in action he served well and did well by most people's minds. However as time went on, the people in charge of him were switched out for a pair of selfish goons. They used him to help them extort civilians, perform theft, and even murder. This went on for months, until those responsible were caught by their co-workers and put to jail.
After this mishaps, Isfrafiel wasn't used nearly as often. Perhaps it was because the people there thought it was his fault, despite him being unable to really control himself. Or perhaps it was because they had started to find better angels to use to help the force. Either way, Isfrafiel was slowly falling behind the times and was eventually scrapped after they tried, and failed, to revamp him. Leaving him to rot with others of his kind.
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Hope this is ok! Sorry the pic is low-res, tryin to find a better version but nuttin shows up D8
So its not too late to put in a cs? Or did i take too long?
I would like to follow this for a bit.
EDIT- Also, what kind of fantasy-type stuff will angels be capable of?
@Noster HOLY CHEESE ROLLS I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT PHONES, I COULDA USED ONE IN THE POST AND SHIT. FUGGG
Im here.
Hey Jedly/Grey, do the rooms just stay blank-white slates? Or do they change?
EDIT- i guess a better question to ask is if the people inside it can change it.
@Dead Cruiser me and Noster are makin a collab post ssntead of going back and forth for another 4-5 rounds, i hope you don't mind if we take one-two liberties with your robo-slime. If its not entirely to your liking, i won't mind you doin somethin similar to my character later 8D although we ain't tryin make it too extreme o/
Box #435
Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe
Uriel regretted telling Sylus about the potential need for combat the instant he re-prepared his bow. In response he took out two marbles from his bag and took a few steps back. He was close to the end of the wall, and could only run left or right had the combat started. However, maybe that wouldn't need to happen. "Me too, this isn't my ideal arena, I don't like open flats." This was true. Although he wouldn't do terribly, he was much better equipped for a more open 'full' location. A forest, building, or even suburban area was much more preferable to a empty white box.
" Is that other guy, ya know, here? " Uriel asked while tilting his head towards FL. Yeah, his body was here, but he was not making many movements. He also wasn't talking much to either of them. Was the robot not suited for conversation? Or was it just staying silent because it wanted too? Either way Uriel didn't like it, he wished it showed some signs of life. Some form of human action, or hell any kind of action that gave it some kind of personality. Just having it stand there and not move at all was terrible.
@Dead Cruiser thanks for the heads up. tis a shame i didn't read this before the post, ill edit it in. Goodluck with w/e is going on dude D8 i was actually lookin forward to rp'in with ya bud o/
Box #435
Sylus, Uriel and Frontal Lobe
The change in scenery completely caught Uriel off-guard. He had tried to stop thinking of the past and instead wait patiently, but before he could even get that through his head, he had been transported to a stage-like cage. The room he was in reminded him of his father's guess at the passage to the afterlife. He also said that being stuck in that stage, and never making it to the end is what purgatory was. So, we've been put in purgatory until further notice? Uriel had already coined a term for the room before even trying to figure out who else was in it, and what to do. He remembered what the Headmaster said, but that didn't leave him with much to think ok. There wasn't even a vague riddle at the end that contained some form of prize.
Uriel then gave notice to the two other people in the room. Well, only one of them looked like a person, and a distorted one at that. The other? The other looked to be some kind of robot. Now, Uriel dealt with robots better then monsters, but he was still quite unnerved by them sometimes, even if they also had the shackles of morality place on them. Uriel would have been the type of person to believe computers would one day destroy humanity, had lucis never come into play. But this didn't seem to matter much, because the robot wasn't very responsive at the moment.
"Don't put that bow away just yet, friend. I don't think we were summoned here just to make chit-chat." Although the ends of his conscious told him to play nice, the rest of his brain didn't think they would be allowed to do that. The person who put them upt to this was the combat instructor after all. Uriel's hand was already rummaging through the small bag on his side, prepared to draw marbles if need be. Uriel distrusted the idea that playing pacifist would work, but decided to go along with it temporarily. He didn't want to be the one to spark the fire. "The name is Uriel, Sylus. I guess its nice to meet'cha as well."
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