Post by cienna on Mar 22, 2014 10:48:52 GMT -5
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Image/Face claim: Lea Michele
Name: Tairell Endrein
Gender: Female
Age: Is about a century old, looks to be about 20
Occupation:Obsidian Angel, Heaven's Assassin
Family: Eiyel(mother), Non-related Uncles: Lucifer, all Archangels. Other relatives: too many to name
Friends: Ashden(ghost), T'quille(wraith), Serran(talking bat/demon), Cleo(another ghost), Simon(Vampire from different dimension), Angel(angel-in-training + Tai's halfbrother's halfsister)
Enemies: Everyone who is trying to kill her.
Strengths: -Tairell has developed an immunity to most non-lethal poisons and toxins(eg. Chloroform, alcohol), if a lethal poison or toxin is used on her she will completely shut down (basically she'll completely flatline until whatever it is in her system is dealt with) unless there is a greater danger in the area -she has mastered a variety of one-handed weapons such as swords and handguns -Most negative emotions she has are locked away so she cannot be blackmailed for something she has done or will do, threats of death or injury don't faze her either as she can't completely die.
Weaknesses: -Tairell is missing her right arm, and has an illusion replacing it -She cannot control her magic beyond being able to move between heaven and hell at will, the majority of her magic is diverted into a seal around her heart -Tairell has an unfortunate tendancy to be hit by lightning which boosts her power and sends her spiraling into another realm, generally when this happens she is stuck without magic for a time
Quote: Never underestimate a broken soul. We never hesitate, never falter, never fail. What's another blood stain on our hands when we can't die?
Personality: Tairell could be defined as the trickster type, however that side of her personally though seeming real is simply a facade she created to hide her lack of a true personality which was sealed in her spirit. Even her troublesome persona is hidden by layer upon layer of aliases when necessary. She prefers to refer to herself as 'the demon angel' as she is considerd corrupt and evil by some but pure by others, Tairell will often choose to fight on the side of shadows over the side of the light unless the shadows' goals will obviously fail or cause numerous problems she will have to deal with at a later date. Her work with the archangels and her contract forces her to fight on the side of the light more often then she fights on the side of the shadows despite her preference to them.
Tairell has some very well hidden trust issues that originated from her abandonment as a child,she will never willingly let anyone into her heart nor will she trust anyone with her true name or her secrets. Her acceptance of someone as a close friend is not so much opening up them as it is not hiding behind an alias in front of them. She is quite protective of her close friends and family, she is even willing to die if it means someone close to her will live although that doesn't really mean much.
Tairell's work persona varies from case to case, sometimes she uses her normal facade and sometimes she has a completely serious and focused facade, other times a completely different facade is necessary for the job. Regardless of what she is working on or who she is targeting she can use her expertise in false identities and reading atmospheres to create a temporary personality for most situations.
History: Tairell was born in the end of the 19th century, and raised by an orphanage in France under the name of Nathalie after being abandoned in a grave yard. She grew up with traditional french legends but never entirely believed in any of them unlike her closest friend Analisse who believed in everything. When she was eleven Analisse was infected by a lethal disease and died, not much longer after that Tairell herself died of the same disease. Because of her mixed ancestry, coming from a family of half-angels half-humans as well as a family of demonic shapeshifters whose origins are now unkown, Tairell never truly died in spirit and was 'resurected', a new corpreal body forming around her ethereal one. Having returned in the form of a pure white winged angel she was taken in by the archangel Raphael temporarily, Raphael and his students taught her everything from healing a soul to killing a wraith in the five years she stayed with them. When she was 18 she was given the task of guarding a troop of five soldiers in world war one. She protected them from harm for just over three months, until the troop was shot down while trying to rescue a fallen comrade. It was only a week later when she discovered it was not the enemy troops that had killed her proteges but a half brother she had no idea she had. She became much more independent when she returned, turning away from her family with Raphael and focusing more on her work. Six years after she had decided against being a guardian angel and began fighting as a soldier for the archangels she came upon her half brother once again. He had murdered one of the angels she had trained with as a child and so she went against orders to kill him. The battle lasted for days, ending with Tairell having sacrificed herself to seal her elder brother into a mountain. It took her ten years to return from the dead,this time with a form deadlier than her previous two. Her hair had changed from a light brown to a raven black, her skin was darker and more tanned, the colour of her irises constantly changed from violet to amber to black to emerald green. The most drastic of these changes were her wings. No longer were they a shimmering white but an ink black, so closely resembling obsidian that she was given the title 'Obsidian Angel', even the weapons she used for demon slaying were changed from normal steel or holy blades to an obsidian composite created specially for her. It was only after this that she began to shun the name Nathalie and all the nicknames she'd been given previously in favour of a new name, the name of Tairell Endrein.
Tairell grew further and further away from the angels and became closer friends with the ghosts that haunted the halls of her father's mansion and a bat-demon familliar that lived with it's colony in the mansion's cellar. She began to get a strange liking to placing herself into perilous situations, always coming out of the storm with nothing worse then a scratch. There were some storms though, that she didn't make it all the way through. At the age of 46, 22 years after becoming the obsidian angel, she was struck by lightning a hurled into a different dimension. She traveled through multiple dimensions, reaching a new dimension everytime she was struck by lightning, her most favourite of these being an alternate timeline where she met a vampiric colony of mortals. She grew very fond of the place and even aided in a civil war however as she was left without magic of any sort she was killed through the use of a deadly poison created specifically to kill her. She revived back in her own dimension and she could never manage to find a way back. The whole of her trip through dimensions lasted 12 years.
Tairell has, of this time, been assigned by Micheal to keep an eye on Lucifer's actions in the human realm.
Likes: -Bats, real living flying bats, particularly vampire bats. She finds them adorable.
-Violin, unbeknownst to all, Tairell can play the violin however she never plays in public. She may kill a person if they try to eavesdrop on her playing
-Analyzing the mental states of various people, she has a tendency to analyze a person's mind through their actions as a cause of being so focused on work for so often.
Dislikes: -Cameras, if you ask to take her pucture you had best be ready to dodge.
-Flying, most of her work is done on the ground and she doesn't exactly fly well naturally
-Dresses, she really doesn't like wearing dresses unless she absolutely has to, as she finds them unnecessarily restricting
-Sanity/Laws, she's grown tired of being completely sane.
-repeating herself
Roleplay Example: Can be an old roleplay.
Lastly... Where did you hear about us? Affiliations button on ELF
Image/Face claim: Lea Michele
Name: Tairell Endrein
Gender: Female
Age: Is about a century old, looks to be about 20
Occupation:Obsidian Angel, Heaven's Assassin
Family: Eiyel(mother), Non-related Uncles: Lucifer, all Archangels. Other relatives: too many to name
Friends: Ashden(ghost), T'quille(wraith), Serran(talking bat/demon), Cleo(another ghost), Simon(Vampire from different dimension), Angel(angel-in-training + Tai's halfbrother's halfsister)
Enemies: Everyone who is trying to kill her.
Strengths: -Tairell has developed an immunity to most non-lethal poisons and toxins(eg. Chloroform, alcohol), if a lethal poison or toxin is used on her she will completely shut down (basically she'll completely flatline until whatever it is in her system is dealt with) unless there is a greater danger in the area -she has mastered a variety of one-handed weapons such as swords and handguns -Most negative emotions she has are locked away so she cannot be blackmailed for something she has done or will do, threats of death or injury don't faze her either as she can't completely die.
Weaknesses: -Tairell is missing her right arm, and has an illusion replacing it -She cannot control her magic beyond being able to move between heaven and hell at will, the majority of her magic is diverted into a seal around her heart -Tairell has an unfortunate tendancy to be hit by lightning which boosts her power and sends her spiraling into another realm, generally when this happens she is stuck without magic for a time
Quote: Never underestimate a broken soul. We never hesitate, never falter, never fail. What's another blood stain on our hands when we can't die?
Personality: Tairell could be defined as the trickster type, however that side of her personally though seeming real is simply a facade she created to hide her lack of a true personality which was sealed in her spirit. Even her troublesome persona is hidden by layer upon layer of aliases when necessary. She prefers to refer to herself as 'the demon angel' as she is considerd corrupt and evil by some but pure by others, Tairell will often choose to fight on the side of shadows over the side of the light unless the shadows' goals will obviously fail or cause numerous problems she will have to deal with at a later date. Her work with the archangels and her contract forces her to fight on the side of the light more often then she fights on the side of the shadows despite her preference to them.
Tairell has some very well hidden trust issues that originated from her abandonment as a child,she will never willingly let anyone into her heart nor will she trust anyone with her true name or her secrets. Her acceptance of someone as a close friend is not so much opening up them as it is not hiding behind an alias in front of them. She is quite protective of her close friends and family, she is even willing to die if it means someone close to her will live although that doesn't really mean much.
Tairell's work persona varies from case to case, sometimes she uses her normal facade and sometimes she has a completely serious and focused facade, other times a completely different facade is necessary for the job. Regardless of what she is working on or who she is targeting she can use her expertise in false identities and reading atmospheres to create a temporary personality for most situations.
History: Tairell was born in the end of the 19th century, and raised by an orphanage in France under the name of Nathalie after being abandoned in a grave yard. She grew up with traditional french legends but never entirely believed in any of them unlike her closest friend Analisse who believed in everything. When she was eleven Analisse was infected by a lethal disease and died, not much longer after that Tairell herself died of the same disease. Because of her mixed ancestry, coming from a family of half-angels half-humans as well as a family of demonic shapeshifters whose origins are now unkown, Tairell never truly died in spirit and was 'resurected', a new corpreal body forming around her ethereal one. Having returned in the form of a pure white winged angel she was taken in by the archangel Raphael temporarily, Raphael and his students taught her everything from healing a soul to killing a wraith in the five years she stayed with them. When she was 18 she was given the task of guarding a troop of five soldiers in world war one. She protected them from harm for just over three months, until the troop was shot down while trying to rescue a fallen comrade. It was only a week later when she discovered it was not the enemy troops that had killed her proteges but a half brother she had no idea she had. She became much more independent when she returned, turning away from her family with Raphael and focusing more on her work. Six years after she had decided against being a guardian angel and began fighting as a soldier for the archangels she came upon her half brother once again. He had murdered one of the angels she had trained with as a child and so she went against orders to kill him. The battle lasted for days, ending with Tairell having sacrificed herself to seal her elder brother into a mountain. It took her ten years to return from the dead,this time with a form deadlier than her previous two. Her hair had changed from a light brown to a raven black, her skin was darker and more tanned, the colour of her irises constantly changed from violet to amber to black to emerald green. The most drastic of these changes were her wings. No longer were they a shimmering white but an ink black, so closely resembling obsidian that she was given the title 'Obsidian Angel', even the weapons she used for demon slaying were changed from normal steel or holy blades to an obsidian composite created specially for her. It was only after this that she began to shun the name Nathalie and all the nicknames she'd been given previously in favour of a new name, the name of Tairell Endrein.
Tairell grew further and further away from the angels and became closer friends with the ghosts that haunted the halls of her father's mansion and a bat-demon familliar that lived with it's colony in the mansion's cellar. She began to get a strange liking to placing herself into perilous situations, always coming out of the storm with nothing worse then a scratch. There were some storms though, that she didn't make it all the way through. At the age of 46, 22 years after becoming the obsidian angel, she was struck by lightning a hurled into a different dimension. She traveled through multiple dimensions, reaching a new dimension everytime she was struck by lightning, her most favourite of these being an alternate timeline where she met a vampiric colony of mortals. She grew very fond of the place and even aided in a civil war however as she was left without magic of any sort she was killed through the use of a deadly poison created specifically to kill her. She revived back in her own dimension and she could never manage to find a way back. The whole of her trip through dimensions lasted 12 years.
Tairell has, of this time, been assigned by Micheal to keep an eye on Lucifer's actions in the human realm.
Likes: -Bats, real living flying bats, particularly vampire bats. She finds them adorable.
-Violin, unbeknownst to all, Tairell can play the violin however she never plays in public. She may kill a person if they try to eavesdrop on her playing
-Analyzing the mental states of various people, she has a tendency to analyze a person's mind through their actions as a cause of being so focused on work for so often.
Dislikes: -Cameras, if you ask to take her pucture you had best be ready to dodge.
-Flying, most of her work is done on the ground and she doesn't exactly fly well naturally
-Dresses, she really doesn't like wearing dresses unless she absolutely has to, as she finds them unnecessarily restricting
-Sanity/Laws, she's grown tired of being completely sane.
-repeating herself
Roleplay Example: Can be an old roleplay.
Tairell twirled around in the starlight. Tonight she was working, but tonight was simply reconnaissance. Tonight she was forced to be sociable at a midsummers party. She wasn't fond of the people, hated the music, and absolutely despised the dress. But she had work to do so she put her real thoughts aside.
She winked at a young man standing just outside the clearing that had become the dance floor, taking his hand and leading him forward with a seductive smile. She had forgotten how easily humans could be fooled, particularly when they had been invited to a party held by Fey. Oh well. If one of the targets was completely entranced by the vixen before him then all the better for her. She had noticed a number of mortal men and women eyeing her since she had gotten here, she had even blown a kiss or two to some of the more attractive ones. Too bad they would all be dead in the morning.
Tairell danced with numerous people, pretended to drink numerous glasses of alcoholic punch, and even kissed a particularly entranced female just before the stroke of midnight. It was almost amuzing to watch her drop to the floor dead, the red plastic cup half full of punch splashing to the ground beside her shimmering blue hair. Tairell's smile fell away as she dropped her own red cup, nodded grimly to the fey acting as DJ, and walked out of the clearing, stepping over numerous corpses.
She winked at a young man standing just outside the clearing that had become the dance floor, taking his hand and leading him forward with a seductive smile. She had forgotten how easily humans could be fooled, particularly when they had been invited to a party held by Fey. Oh well. If one of the targets was completely entranced by the vixen before him then all the better for her. She had noticed a number of mortal men and women eyeing her since she had gotten here, she had even blown a kiss or two to some of the more attractive ones. Too bad they would all be dead in the morning.
Tairell danced with numerous people, pretended to drink numerous glasses of alcoholic punch, and even kissed a particularly entranced female just before the stroke of midnight. It was almost amuzing to watch her drop to the floor dead, the red plastic cup half full of punch splashing to the ground beside her shimmering blue hair. Tairell's smile fell away as she dropped her own red cup, nodded grimly to the fey acting as DJ, and walked out of the clearing, stepping over numerous corpses.
Lastly... Where did you hear about us? Affiliations button on ELF