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Archangel
Basic Information


| Name |
Raguel, goes by Ryan Croft– Raguel didn’t exactly stay hip.


| Date of Birth |
Yes


| Gender |
Male


| Sexuality |
Pansexual


| Occupation |
“Well the good book says I should be focused on delivering God’s justice, but I think working as the Commissioner will have to do.”


| In-Depth Appearance |
Ryan Croft does not look like what you would think a Commissioner would look like. While he is rather tall standing at 6’2 and does possess quite a bit of muscle mass, he has soft eyes. Wears large horn rimmed glasses, often wearing a form fitting T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, even to the office. He keeps a refined beard that hides a rather striking jawline and simply gels his hair upwards in order to keep it looking half respectable. 

His voice has a certain, steel toed boots on gravel at six in the morning, sort of aspect to it. He claims to have been raised on a farm and his hands have callouses to match that. He is very rarely found without his signature green camping mug. What it contains depends on the hour. Sometimes its tea, often times it’s an Irish coffee. He possess a rather strong American accent, though he claims he only lived there for a few years of his life. 

His body is immaculate, sporting no tattoos or other notable markings, which is something else that is rather strange about a Commissioner who rose through the ranks in seemingly under a decade of police work. But he gets results like no other. 

Ryan also works out like it’s a full time job, though just simple exercises nothing using machines. He looks as though he is in peak physical form, as an Archangel he is obviously at the peak of physical strength and speed among even supernatural creatures.


Who Am I?



| Personality |
♦ Laid Back ♦ Kind ♦ Touchy ♦ Workaholic ♦

“Well, I suppose you could say I’m laid back, ‘specially for an angel. I don’t tend to hate people for what they do, and I mean hey – even if the good book was telling the absolute truth my duties would only really involve the guys who actually fucked up. But whether or not it actually is all true… I don’t really know to be honest with ya. I’ve been playing it by ear since fire or so, when y’all figured out how to do that I kind of just tossed the rule book and since then I don’t really know what to tell ya. Police Commissioner has been an easy fit so far, got some good men and women on the force.” 

Raguel in more recent centuries has truly become, Ryan. He barely answers to his older name anymore and could care less about the notion of sin corrupting. When you have a hard time remembering whether you were there for it all or nothing whatsoever, you tend to let go of who wants to bang who. Such inaccuracies in Ryan’s life has lead him to become solely obsessed with man. Specific people often peak his interest, those who have imagination, life brimming out of their eyes, those who want to do right by the world. He tends to like them the most. They remind him a little of Angels.  

He however has a rather small patience for those who seem to him to be taking advantage of others. At least, knowingly. Drug dealers, serial assailants, abusers, etc. They often times have rather hard dealings with Commissioner Croft, especially those who target children. He tends to be in favor of those who do bad things for the right reasons but it’s more or less a case-by-case basis for the grey areas of Edgetoun. 

Ryan also keeps a dossier with everyone who he has met in his home. He begins building a file on each and every person over the age of ten years old. While he doesn’t really investigate them he does assign them a codename and begins to pick up details, multitasking comes easy to him.


| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Kids (innocence in general)
✔ Old Scotch
✔ Music
✔  Old Churches
✔ Taking Risks
✔ Naps
✔ Comfy Clothing

✘ Putting himself out there
✘ Silence
✘ Being emotive
✘ Loss
✘ Wasted Opportunity
✘ Coffee
✘ Feeling as alone as he does


| History |

”Where there is man, there is injustice and a need for the opposite.” That was a sentence that dates back before Raguel managed to set himself upon the world of men. There were multiple times in his existence in which he had doubted it, perhaps even grown tired of it. But he couldn’t forget that sentence. But as clear as that sentence had made itself, as clearly as he was able to recall those thirteen magic words, the rest was indescribable. 

He couldn’t explain his inception, early life – even if he wanted to. Somehow he knew exactly what it was like and equally knew nothing about it. He couldn’t describe it, but it didn’t keep him wondering at night. Truly he was alone in his thoughts. Given the current situation, one might assume that Raguel would want to out himself as an Archangel, give the world’s crisis right now. Yet, he’s found himself unequivocally determined to let humanity sort this problem out. While he has deemed it potentially a necessity to put a strong hand on the lower back of certain townships – like for example Edgetoun. But he has no desire to be a leader of people.

This desire to stay in the background of the movements only came about recently. Before the past decade or so, Ryan had been living on a farm – not really doing much of anything really. But once this talk of the ‘other’ started popping up. Well, maybe humanity needed an Archangel in their corner, but as unfortunate as it sounds… Ryan thought they more than likely did not. In fact, he figured that it was likely they need an Archangel to stop them from ending up on the wrong side of a war, or history. Thusly, Commissioner Croft of the Edgetoun Police Force. 

Ryan had once known a man who defined people like them as janitors. Almighty cosmic Janitors, but Janitors all the same. He wasn’t so sure that he agreed. Ryan viewed himself more or less as… Humanities safety-net. Should humanity fall in some spectacular way he would attempt to make sure they didn’t hit the bottom. But… When you cast a wide net, often times some slip through.

.


| Family |
He really wishes, but no.


| Strengths |
Personable to an extreme
Spots a lie at about 300 yards
Observant to the near-molecular level


| Weaknesses |
For an Archangel, he sure does wear his vices on his collar (drinking, smoking, sex, etc).
Emotionally stunted.
His mood ranges from upset to caring too much.

The Other

| Theme Song |
Car Radio – twenty one pilots
” I ponder of something terrifying
'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence
One thing consists of consistence
And it's that we're all battling fear
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
Oh my,
Too deep
Please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car had sound.”


| House Number |
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| Extra Information |
"Deliverer of justice may not sound all that intimidating. But I've got 'deliverer of vengeance' tacked onto the ol' title too."


Here is the second member of the boy band Archangel. I haven't decided where he'll be saying and I'm gonna start working relationships immediately so if anyone wants any specific relationship with this old boy let me know!

EDIT: Or if you want to live with the commissioner of the police in Edgetoun (he needs a home).
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