Shedim, Yechi'el
Feb 8, 2021 12:32:10 GMT
Post by yaboyyeteriel on Feb 8, 2021 12:32:10 GMT
Name (First and Last): Yechi'el Shedim
Nickname(s) If Any: Yet'eriel, Jubal, Yaron, Jeqon
Ethnicity: Fallen Watcher Angel, but claims to be a Mizrahi Jew from Iraq when interacting with humans
Gender: Male
Birthdate: As old as time immemorial, but fell to Earth on September 30th, 8000 BCE
Species: Demon
Appearance: Yechi'el Shedim is as a tall, well built man of lean muscle, whose golden skin is paler in winter months and darker in the summer. His head is wrought with luxurious dark auburn curls, with large and expressive golden eyes framed by long, curling eyelashes and thick, straight brows. His nose is not prominent on his face, but is strong, sharp, and slightly aquiline, and his mouth is wide,pouting and sensuous, with full lips that are unequal by virtue of the top lip being thinner than the bottom one. There are calluses on Yechi'el Shedim's hands where he has played an instrument or wielded a weapon. There are twin scars on his shoulderblades, that while healed, give off the appearance of something savagely ripped away from his body. Yechi'el Shedim is only as clothed as society requests of him.
Secondary Appearance: While he didn't present the true horror of appearance that Cherubim and Ophanim display, Yechi'el exuded an otherworldly and frightful aura, as terrifying as it was beautiful, and huge, shimmering gray swan wings sprouted from his shoulders.
Personality: Yechi'el Shedim still has an insatiable curiosity regarding humans, and loves to join in their dances and songs, though his inhuman nature means that his voice can either be so fast and soft that he is inaudible or is quite literally as loud as a clap of of thunder. He is lively and passionate, and frankly a bit forward and emotionally intense. Yechi'el, like many formerly divine beings, is very musical, with a natural afinity for any instrument that he picks up (though he prefers string instruments) and a beautiful voice. He is also very sensual, and affectionate, often touching a person when he speaks to them. Though jovial and charismatic, there is a profound sadness behind his smile and a barely contained rage boiling in his eyes, especially in the context of speaking about religion or God.
History (Optional): Despite being a Son of God, his major sin is carnal in nature, directed towards all who could reciprocate, but proving dangerous in unions with women due to the resulting Nephilim offspring wreaking havoc on their human community. Because he disobeyed God and mated with mortals thus creating the wicked Nephilim, and his fellow Watchers also taught the humans forbidden knowledge, he was cast out of Heaven and his monstrous children were drowned in the great flood, their souls lingering on Earth as demons and nothing more. Yechi'el, then known as Jeqon, allied with the chief Watcher Samyaza in doing battle against the forces of Heaven, but was ultimately defeated. He wanders the Earth with hatred in his heart for God and the other angels, yet also still loves Him and longs for the comfort of the divine connection they once shared. However, like Lucifer, he is too proud to beg God for forgiveness, and so lives as an immortal nomad, strong and fast and talented and impervious to death, but unable to change the course of fate outside of tempting mortals to sin.
Living Relative(s): Araquiel, Armaros, Azazel, Gadreel, Baraqel, Bezaliel, Chazaqiel, Kokabiel, Penemue, Sariel, Samyaza, and Shamsiel, along with 187 other Fallen, the multitudes of Heaven, and God Himself.
Mental Health Issues (If Any): Possibly has PTSD
Roleplay Sample (Doesn't have to relate to your character): "Wait, what are you doing?! You can't! You mustn't!", Jeqon pleads as he is flanked by Gabriel and Uriel, his arms stiffly held down by them, his body forced to kneel. Michael whets his blade, trying to ignore Jeqon's cries as he brings his holy sword to the right sharpness. "Do you think you can just do whatever you please, Jeqon?", he interrogated. "Do you think what you've done is righteous or good?! You've ruined the lives of God's creation and turned them to wickedness! You've convinced your chief to turn 200 angels against our father, and for what? To satisfy your lust?!". Gabriel and Uriel remained silent and still, keeping hold of Jeqon so that he could not escape. "I didn't know, Michael, I swear!", implored Jeqon. "If I had known that I would beget monstrous children, I wouldn't have taken any wives! I would have only taken husbands!". "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN ANY MORTAL!", screamed Michael. Jeqon struggled against his captors, weeping openly."Gabriel, Uriel, why are you doing this to me? Be reasonable! Michael, you don't have to do this!". Michael, staring solemnly at his brother could only let out a resigned sigh as he flew behind Jeqon. "But I do have to, Jeqon", he says as he grabs Jeqon's left wing, gleaming and pure, and extends it with one hand, his sword raised aloft. "It's God's will". "No, wait, wait, Michael, stop, please no, wait Michael stop, please Michael, stop, PLEASE, MICHAEL, NO!". But it was too late. The blade cleaved into Jeqon's wing, splattering blood unto all four angels. Jeqon shrieked in pain and spiritual agony, and tossed and turned in his brothers' arms, trying his best to fly up and away from his tormentors, but to no avail. Michael hacked away at Jeqon's right wing, yankng it away from his body. When the terrible deed was done, the archangels through Jeqon the Fallen down to the Earth from Heaven, tossing his bloodied, disconnected wings behind him. The three archangels hid their faces in shame, knowing that they've rendered his return to Heaven impossible without their Heavenly father's divine mercy. It was a punishment fit for a blasphemer, but when the blasphemer is your brother, the punishment is too great, though it is righteous.
Down below on Earth, on the banks of the Tigris river, Jeqon gathers his wings and tries to attach them once more to his back, but to no avail. Each time he tries, the blood makes them slip off of his shoulders, and washing his wings in the river doesn't work either. As night falls, Jeqon cradles his cut-off wings and sobs, truly knowing that he is alone, betrayed by his brothers, and forsaken by God.
Other: No one's going to take me alive
Nickname(s) If Any: Yet'eriel, Jubal, Yaron, Jeqon
Ethnicity: Fallen Watcher Angel, but claims to be a Mizrahi Jew from Iraq when interacting with humans
Gender: Male
Birthdate: As old as time immemorial, but fell to Earth on September 30th, 8000 BCE
Species: Demon
Appearance: Yechi'el Shedim is as a tall, well built man of lean muscle, whose golden skin is paler in winter months and darker in the summer. His head is wrought with luxurious dark auburn curls, with large and expressive golden eyes framed by long, curling eyelashes and thick, straight brows. His nose is not prominent on his face, but is strong, sharp, and slightly aquiline, and his mouth is wide,pouting and sensuous, with full lips that are unequal by virtue of the top lip being thinner than the bottom one. There are calluses on Yechi'el Shedim's hands where he has played an instrument or wielded a weapon. There are twin scars on his shoulderblades, that while healed, give off the appearance of something savagely ripped away from his body. Yechi'el Shedim is only as clothed as society requests of him.
Secondary Appearance: While he didn't present the true horror of appearance that Cherubim and Ophanim display, Yechi'el exuded an otherworldly and frightful aura, as terrifying as it was beautiful, and huge, shimmering gray swan wings sprouted from his shoulders.
Personality: Yechi'el Shedim still has an insatiable curiosity regarding humans, and loves to join in their dances and songs, though his inhuman nature means that his voice can either be so fast and soft that he is inaudible or is quite literally as loud as a clap of of thunder. He is lively and passionate, and frankly a bit forward and emotionally intense. Yechi'el, like many formerly divine beings, is very musical, with a natural afinity for any instrument that he picks up (though he prefers string instruments) and a beautiful voice. He is also very sensual, and affectionate, often touching a person when he speaks to them. Though jovial and charismatic, there is a profound sadness behind his smile and a barely contained rage boiling in his eyes, especially in the context of speaking about religion or God.
History (Optional): Despite being a Son of God, his major sin is carnal in nature, directed towards all who could reciprocate, but proving dangerous in unions with women due to the resulting Nephilim offspring wreaking havoc on their human community. Because he disobeyed God and mated with mortals thus creating the wicked Nephilim, and his fellow Watchers also taught the humans forbidden knowledge, he was cast out of Heaven and his monstrous children were drowned in the great flood, their souls lingering on Earth as demons and nothing more. Yechi'el, then known as Jeqon, allied with the chief Watcher Samyaza in doing battle against the forces of Heaven, but was ultimately defeated. He wanders the Earth with hatred in his heart for God and the other angels, yet also still loves Him and longs for the comfort of the divine connection they once shared. However, like Lucifer, he is too proud to beg God for forgiveness, and so lives as an immortal nomad, strong and fast and talented and impervious to death, but unable to change the course of fate outside of tempting mortals to sin.
Living Relative(s): Araquiel, Armaros, Azazel, Gadreel, Baraqel, Bezaliel, Chazaqiel, Kokabiel, Penemue, Sariel, Samyaza, and Shamsiel, along with 187 other Fallen, the multitudes of Heaven, and God Himself.
Mental Health Issues (If Any): Possibly has PTSD
Roleplay Sample (Doesn't have to relate to your character): "Wait, what are you doing?! You can't! You mustn't!", Jeqon pleads as he is flanked by Gabriel and Uriel, his arms stiffly held down by them, his body forced to kneel. Michael whets his blade, trying to ignore Jeqon's cries as he brings his holy sword to the right sharpness. "Do you think you can just do whatever you please, Jeqon?", he interrogated. "Do you think what you've done is righteous or good?! You've ruined the lives of God's creation and turned them to wickedness! You've convinced your chief to turn 200 angels against our father, and for what? To satisfy your lust?!". Gabriel and Uriel remained silent and still, keeping hold of Jeqon so that he could not escape. "I didn't know, Michael, I swear!", implored Jeqon. "If I had known that I would beget monstrous children, I wouldn't have taken any wives! I would have only taken husbands!". "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN ANY MORTAL!", screamed Michael. Jeqon struggled against his captors, weeping openly."Gabriel, Uriel, why are you doing this to me? Be reasonable! Michael, you don't have to do this!". Michael, staring solemnly at his brother could only let out a resigned sigh as he flew behind Jeqon. "But I do have to, Jeqon", he says as he grabs Jeqon's left wing, gleaming and pure, and extends it with one hand, his sword raised aloft. "It's God's will". "No, wait, wait, Michael, stop, please no, wait Michael stop, please Michael, stop, PLEASE, MICHAEL, NO!". But it was too late. The blade cleaved into Jeqon's wing, splattering blood unto all four angels. Jeqon shrieked in pain and spiritual agony, and tossed and turned in his brothers' arms, trying his best to fly up and away from his tormentors, but to no avail. Michael hacked away at Jeqon's right wing, yankng it away from his body. When the terrible deed was done, the archangels through Jeqon the Fallen down to the Earth from Heaven, tossing his bloodied, disconnected wings behind him. The three archangels hid their faces in shame, knowing that they've rendered his return to Heaven impossible without their Heavenly father's divine mercy. It was a punishment fit for a blasphemer, but when the blasphemer is your brother, the punishment is too great, though it is righteous.
Down below on Earth, on the banks of the Tigris river, Jeqon gathers his wings and tries to attach them once more to his back, but to no avail. Each time he tries, the blood makes them slip off of his shoulders, and washing his wings in the river doesn't work either. As night falls, Jeqon cradles his cut-off wings and sobs, truly knowing that he is alone, betrayed by his brothers, and forsaken by God.
Other: No one's going to take me alive