Itzzaboy
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Name: Itzza
Nickname/Alias: Angel
Age: Unknown (appears late teens)
Gender: Male
Race: Angel of Harateth
Height: 5'11
Weight:
Hair: Blonde, medium length
Eyes: Green
Skin: Average to slight pale
Identifying Marks: Large, white, feathered wings which look to emerge from the shoulder blades.
Appearance: Itzza has a slight figure and always wears a white tunic. He walks barefoot and has two large wings protruding from his shoulder blades. His face can sometimes be hidden by his mop of blonde hair and carries two golden arm blades for combat.
Strengths: Diverse combat style, capable of flight, able to heal small mortal wounds.
Weaknesses and fears: Fear of worshippers of any evil god, but especially Kilrox, as it was Kilrox's worshippers that dragged him from his home in the sky in the first place. Itzza is also scared of new people, as he is unable to tell exactly who they are.
Religion and cults: One of Harateths Angels
Profession: None
Backstory:
Contentment is often a human luxury that is overlooked and taken for granted. That's what I did, and that is how I ended up where I am now.
I guess I should start from the beginning. My name is Itzza, and I am an angel. What's that? You don't believe me? I'm not surprised, nobody I have met so far in my short time on Altera has believed me, at least not when I first met them. I hear Alterans like stories, so maybe my own story will help me describe my situation to you.
I am one of Harateth's Angels. For all of those who do not follow him, Harateth is the God of light, justice and good, the paragon of everything that is right in the world. Our job as his angels is to relay information to him about the world below, and help him carry out his godly duties. In return we were given special magicks not usually inhabiting mortals, such as the ability to heal mortal wounds. We were also gifted with the signature of an angel, 2 marvellous, pure white wings.
Now, many people see angels as creatures of myth, I can assure you that is not the case. We are born into our role, we do not choose it, and that is where my little speech about contentment kicks in.
You see, I was bored. Yes, you heard right, bored. I wasn't unhappy doing what I did for the almight lord Harateth, but at the same time the monotony and sheer repetetiveness of the tasks I carried out got to me. I consulted the other angels, but they just assured me that it was nothing, and that I should be grateful for the tasks and responsibilities trusted to me. I didn't agree.
I decided to do something else, I decided to see what the less desireable residents of your world were up to, and I came across a group of cloaked figures, they appeared to be reciting some sort of ritual, at least that is what I could discern from way up in the clouds. I knew they were followers of Kilrox, and that whatever they were summoning could not be good. I tried to intervene, but you see, when an angel uses any sort of powers of light, he becomes visible while in the clouds. One of the summoners noticed me and threw a dark grapple of evil magicks and latched onto me. I managed to stop the portal or whatever it was, but I was dragged down onto the mortal lands.
I lashed out with my arm blades, tearing at the summoners, until they dispersed enough for me to flee. I am now stuck. I cannot get back up to my home, I cannot seem to contact the other angels and I cannot go back to those evil people and get them to send me back. I have to find my own way back...
Nickname/Alias: Angel
Age: Unknown (appears late teens)
Gender: Male
Race: Angel of Harateth
Height: 5'11
Weight:
Hair: Blonde, medium length
Eyes: Green
Skin: Average to slight pale
Identifying Marks: Large, white, feathered wings which look to emerge from the shoulder blades.
Appearance: Itzza has a slight figure and always wears a white tunic. He walks barefoot and has two large wings protruding from his shoulder blades. His face can sometimes be hidden by his mop of blonde hair and carries two golden arm blades for combat.
Strengths: Diverse combat style, capable of flight, able to heal small mortal wounds.
Weaknesses and fears: Fear of worshippers of any evil god, but especially Kilrox, as it was Kilrox's worshippers that dragged him from his home in the sky in the first place. Itzza is also scared of new people, as he is unable to tell exactly who they are.
Religion and cults: One of Harateths Angels
Profession: None
Backstory:
Contentment is often a human luxury that is overlooked and taken for granted. That's what I did, and that is how I ended up where I am now.
I guess I should start from the beginning. My name is Itzza, and I am an angel. What's that? You don't believe me? I'm not surprised, nobody I have met so far in my short time on Altera has believed me, at least not when I first met them. I hear Alterans like stories, so maybe my own story will help me describe my situation to you.
I am one of Harateth's Angels. For all of those who do not follow him, Harateth is the God of light, justice and good, the paragon of everything that is right in the world. Our job as his angels is to relay information to him about the world below, and help him carry out his godly duties. In return we were given special magicks not usually inhabiting mortals, such as the ability to heal mortal wounds. We were also gifted with the signature of an angel, 2 marvellous, pure white wings.
Now, many people see angels as creatures of myth, I can assure you that is not the case. We are born into our role, we do not choose it, and that is where my little speech about contentment kicks in.
You see, I was bored. Yes, you heard right, bored. I wasn't unhappy doing what I did for the almight lord Harateth, but at the same time the monotony and sheer repetetiveness of the tasks I carried out got to me. I consulted the other angels, but they just assured me that it was nothing, and that I should be grateful for the tasks and responsibilities trusted to me. I didn't agree.
I decided to do something else, I decided to see what the less desireable residents of your world were up to, and I came across a group of cloaked figures, they appeared to be reciting some sort of ritual, at least that is what I could discern from way up in the clouds. I knew they were followers of Kilrox, and that whatever they were summoning could not be good. I tried to intervene, but you see, when an angel uses any sort of powers of light, he becomes visible while in the clouds. One of the summoners noticed me and threw a dark grapple of evil magicks and latched onto me. I managed to stop the portal or whatever it was, but I was dragged down onto the mortal lands.
I lashed out with my arm blades, tearing at the summoners, until they dispersed enough for me to flee. I am now stuck. I cannot get back up to my home, I cannot seem to contact the other angels and I cannot go back to those evil people and get them to send me back. I have to find my own way back...
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