While I've yet to complete these characters (doodles and all that jazz), I think it might be wise to let you know they're happening.
Name: Maris Rand ‘Xandramis’
Age: Older than Genesis
Occupation: Owner and Main Attraction of the Sanctuary Lounge Bar
Xandramis' wings inky black, with sparks of light, as if the stars of the universe were contained within.
The inky substance that leaks out when she shifts into her demonic form also has a similar effect.
Her skin loses all colour when she shifts.
Practically speaking she’s immune to all mundane forms of damage.
Shift between a humanoid and her demonic form.
A mastery of Enochian language enabling her to make powerful magical wards.
While her wings are no longer angelic, they provide the ability of terrestrial flight.
Having been there for much of cosmic timeline, and learned from the seat of the Father she has a understanding of all things within creation.
Able to perceive reality from the largest to smallest scales.
As she was but a lowly angel when she fell and not even protected by hell’s touch, practically any divine weapon is capable of destroying her.
While banishment spells can force her out of a location, they can’t send her to hell due in no small part the fact she’s never been to hell in the first place. She always ends up in the same stinking alley, right outside her bar, a major reason she bought the place. Oddly she’s affected by both angel and demon banishment in the same way.
As she is a demon, she lost much of what it was to be an Angel. Though as she never dwelt in hell, she never gained the power that dwells there. Leaving her greatly reduced, unable to perform even the simplest of angelic miracles, nor wield the feeblest flicker of hellfire.
Xandramis, when the fall of mankind sparked the war of the heavens she threw her lot in with Lucifer. The snake had proven Lucifer’s protestations against mankind, why the father could not see that was beyond her. So was the irony that she fell into disobedience herself, such was her own conviction that the father had somehow made a mistake in creating mankind.
In time she would become jaded by the war, it wasn’t solving anything, the father did not even deem to speak out against it. Content to allow Angels and Demons to battle across the cosmos. So she stepped aside, neither side worth the effort of fighting for though still compelled by the convictions that saw her fall to begin with.
She would find a nice little piece of rock to call home, and watch the sky burn till Father had enough of it all. Well that was the plan anyway, for some reason others found her rock. How they managed that? She never got an answer that would satisfy her, as each had some plausible story about how they just happened upon her. Eventually she had a nice little thing going, a hodge podge of everything that father ever made turning up at her doorstep.
Even a few Angels, including the one some fanatics blamed almost as much as Lucifer for the war. How they got around to that was quite a leap in logic, but she was pretty sure they didn’t like the fact he also skipped out of heaven without anyone noticing. A bit of an oddball for sure, as while she had little trouble keeping the peace between angels and demons, he was acting like the war wasn’t even happening.
But alas the host wasn’t as eager to embrace those that had abandoned the fight, for the Archangels came, Seraphim the lot of them to burn down her little rock. Many were slaughtered, that blood was on her hands, she should’ve known better than to hope that nobody would care there were those that had enough of the war. The oddball stood in their way, giving the survivors their chance to flee.
She ended up on Earth of all places, the one place she never wanted to end up. Birthplace of this entire mess, but there was little she could do about that. Father’s gaze would be fixed upon his favoured creation, he’d already done some pretty intense things to try getting rid of the snake’s influence. Fight or flight? Well neither ended up being her choice, as frankly she’d had enough of both and she didn’t even have her flaming sword anymore.
At least things calmed down once they bundled Lucifer off to Hell, she hadn’t even known Father had made such a place. Xandramis definitely didn’t want to end up there, too many hardliners who’d be miffed she ran off. Though she did feel sorry for Lucifer, after all that effort, only to have Michael lock him away. She was pretty sure it was Michael who did that, though maybe Lucifer finally did something that made father take notice?
In any case, it made things much easier for her, just lay low and keep out of trouble. Well as much as a demon could, humans could get rather irritating times, and while she herself looked more like a good girl than the hell dwellers ended up looking she was still on the Host’s naughty list. Considering what the host did to her little rock, she was fine with that, no way was she forgiving that.
Time flew by as she had her own brand of fun, even getting along with humans, though she preferred the other beings more. They didn’t come with the baggage of being the reason heaven got flipped upside down, well technically speaking, but technicalities were a big reason for the whole mess too so she could live with the seeming hypocrisy.
Eventually opening a bar, Sanctuary, the name of her little rock was the obvious choice. Where she could also dabble in a bit of lounge singing too, there was a reason they were called a Chorus of Angels back in her well behaved days. With things now out in the open though, her business has been getting riskier, all it would take is some member of the Host to come looking for trouble and she’d be carted off to hell without as much as a hello.
Name: Gene ‘Genesis’
Age: Created some time before the Fall of Mankind
Race: Seraphim (Angel)
Occupation: Being Nice
Appearance: Colouring in Progress
The most unique skill Genesis has is an aura around him, those within that aura when they make a choice are unable to unmake what they’ve chosen to do. This can cause problems, as it covers impulsive decisions as well. Genesis believes it to be his father’s will, to ensure he truly commits to the choices he makes.
There are only a handful of things in the cosmos that can hurt a Serpahim, and fewer still that can kill one. Genesis has one such a weapon, his own Angel Blade, a divine weapon capable of killing most things natural or otherwise.
Cosmic Awareness, having travelled the length and breadth of creation Genesis has practical knowledge of his Father’s creation.
Cosmic Senses, able to perceive creation right down to it’s building blocks.
Miracles, as an Angel of the Lord they are able to perform numerous things impossible by mortal means. Once able to warp reality as they saw fit, they are now limited by their continued absence from Heaven. Much of what Genesis can do now would seem no different than magic. Healing with a touch, creating an item out of seeming nothingness, cheap parlour tricks compared to his brothers and sisters who dwell in heaven.
Angelic wings, they are able to travel anywhere in creation. Also able to fly normally with them. Genesis limits themselves to the mortal reality, never travelling to Heaven nor Hell.
A few weapons in the divine arsenal can harm him, notably weapons held by his fellow Seraphim.
While Angel Banishing will work, it won’t send him to heaven, instead typically hurling him backwards. The distance and whether he goes through walls/windows/etc depending on the strength of the spell.
Angelic Wards will also keep him at bay or bind him, though due to his rank he can overcome them with some effort.
Genesis is truly bound by his word, any choice he makes he is compelled to fulfil to the best of his abilities. Making Genesis rather indecisive at times, knowing that what he chooses will have grave consequences.
While he is indeed amongst the strongest Angels to exist, leaving heaven left him unable to call upon heaven’s power. Leaving him with limited amount of power he can use.
Before the fall, the snake, Eve, there was a choice made. Not by Lilith, nor Adam, but by the Father of all. For within their grasp was forged a soul, but not the first of man. Upon beholding this soul, the Father would not to let go and allow it to become flesh. That soul would feast hungrily upon the love of the father’s embrace, till it ceased to be a soul anymore. To the suprise of the Host, that which was to be Man, became a Seraphim, Genesis.
The young Angel would not have long to be among his brother and sisters, for the fall of man would soon follow his own creation. And with the fall, would come the war where more choices were to be made, by those that stood by their father and those that threw in their lot with Lucifer.
Genesis made a different choice, for without a word they were gone from the heaven. Travelling the span of creation, allowing the wonder of their Father’s work to distract them from that which troubled their heart. In time they found refuge amongst others, learning quite a bit about the war, the senselessness that had overtaken both sides. Father was still not taking any steps, focused on humanity and their salvation.
The fact a demon was in charge didn’t bother them in the slightest, as while their form may be corrupted by their violent rejection of Father’s will, they were still his beloved brothers and sisters. Enjoying the semblance of returning to the days before the war, without the pressure to choose a side.
Though a choice was made, for the Host had taken offence to the notion that some of their number had once more embraced their wayward brothers and sisters as kin. So this refuge was put to the flame, many were cast down in the battle. Genesis would make a choice of their own, to oppose the Host’s slaughter. Slaying none, their actions would allow many to escape the carnage. It would also set a fair few Angels against them, but they did not understand the reason so their own love for them did not diminish.
After that, they sought out humanity, the creation that lay at the heart of much that shook heaven to it’s core. There was also the notion their own fate was once to be among their number, while Father’s will changed that they really ought to get to know humanity on a personal level. Thus it was Genesis would walk the Earth, while staying out of the focus of Father’s will. Of course there was no hiding from Father, but that wasn’t Genesis’ intention. Father was busy fixing much that corrupted humanity, and they rather not further mess things up blundering in out of curiosity of what it was Father was doing.
The war ended, Lucifer condemned to hell along with the demons they led. Hell had quite an effect on them, even more changed, had they not known them to be brothers and sisters even Genesis might’ve found it hard to love them still. It was weird meeting them at first, but the sorrow with each meeting never faded. Weirder still were the offspring, Cambrion and Nephilim, though not unwelcome as it suggested a love for Father’s mortal creation.
While they contemplated returning to Heaven, never did they enter the halls of their home. It was likely for the best, Father would understand. Besides, humanity was proving quite the interesting beings. Seemed Father had decided to allow them to remain tarnished, well after a fair bit of cleaning, enough to make their choices determine their fate.
But it did mean for every great one, there were plenty of gits. As it was Father’s will, they made no move to prevent that. Though occasionally they did find an excuse to maybe stop a crime or two, pretty sure they weren’t messing up the grand design to stop a little bit of suffering here and there. Excuse was the right word, as it came down to choice, and Father knew that. Nothing got past Father, probably why they gifted Genesis with the power to ensure choices were not made without thought. Or at least to encourage them to choose, sometimes Father was cryptic like that.