Sammael, Archfiend of Death

[Sammael]

- Behind the Mask -

Name: Daniel
Age: 27
RP Experience: I've been RP'ing for something like 4-5 years. I've been writing for fun for something like 10.
Activity Level: Daily

- The Character -

Name: Sammael
Order: Archangel
Loyalty: Hell
Member Group: Archfiend of the Demons

Appearance:

A: Angelic Pure Form: Sammael has pure white skin, and four conjoined wings covered with eyes. He is incredibly tall, and light radiates from his body. The intensity of the light shifts depending on his mood, from a slight glow when extremely relaxed, to near blinding intensity when excited or upset. He has incredibly long, dark brown hair which is normally worn loose. His face is eyeless, having smooth skin dimpling into where the sockets should be. However, emerald green eyes that radiate intelligence, and malice cover his entire body, constantly searching for the signs of impending death, that will signal the need to fulfill his function. Aside from having no eyes, or even the appearance of ever having had eyes, his face is otherwise nearly flawless. He has normal nasal and oral features, a straight nose, and thin lips. In the right lighting he appears either male or female. (picture to come, possibly)


B: Angelic Perfect Form: In this form, Sammael is an embodiment of death. He is encased in a menacing black armor, studded with living eyes, and as with his first form, his face is eyeless although in this form, his face is exposed bone. The long hair from the first form continues to exist in this form, but is usually kept tied back into a long pony tail reaching below his waist. In this form, he manifests one of the angels standard weapons, a flaming sword, and also, specific to his purpose, a flaming scythe. (picture to come, possibly)

C: Human Form: *see face claim* In this form, he tends to dress nicely, with suits being the norm. In this form, his hair is kept trimmed and is very well maintained. As he has an aversion to dirt and filth, he constantly carries a tiny bottle of hand sanitizer in his pockets, for the rare occaisions when he isn't wearing gloves.

Personality:
He is tidy and likes to keep things neat, and clean, almost to the point of it being a compulsion.
He is impatient with others, considering his own needs to be paramount.
He is very much in charge of himself, and dismisses those that are not as inferior.
He is prone to random acts of violence.
He despises authority, and is upset by the thought that he in not superior in all areas.
The fact that he has to take orders is a constant annoyance.
He is fascinated by the science of the modern world.


Likes or Dislikes:
He enjoys killing, and destruction.
He quite enjoys the frequenting of Brothels.
He likes structure and order (so long as he is at the top of the structure, giving the orders).
He has an intensely negative reaction to mentions of Jesus, unless being used as an epithet.
He avoids churches when possible, but has no trouble entering them.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Incredibly strong willed.
In the presence of the truly devout (humans and transfigured only), invoking the name of Jesus, or God, can render him powerless to proceed with any endeavor that means them harm.
Is strengthened by doubt in divine power or authority, most notably in the presence of explicit blasphemy.

History: Sammael was created at the dawn of time, to end the lives of living organisms in the universe as it was being created. He quickly began to feel cheated, as his duties for the first several hundred millennia had him ending the life cycles of bacteria and cellular organisms, on planets outside of the Sol system. He was aware that the Sol system was to be the lynchpin of the Divine design, and felt that to be shunted of to the side was a waste of his God given abilities.

When he eventually heard the murmurs of discontent being spread by Lucifer Morningstar, he jumped at the chance to elevate himself above his station. The Ruler of the Fifth Heaven, and angel of death, fought the Heavenly Host with wild abandon, only being surpassed in battle by Lucifer himself. In the end it mattered little, with a word, God cast them out to await judgment. Trapped within the confines of the Earths influence, only to see Heaven when summoned for decrees or the judgment, he quickly made use of his reputation as a vile monster equal to Lucifer to cement his position at his right hand.

He stood by his side when he convinced Eve to partake of the fruit of The Tree of The Knowledge of Good and Evil. He was present when Lucifer tempted Jesus on the mountain, and failed to turn him from his purpose. He was a patron of the Roman Empire, providing advice and guiding them in the most beneficial or entertaining direction, until this began to bore him.

He has spent the majority of his time on Earth trying to figure out a way to regain his previous power. When Lucifer roped him into The Arrangement, he was caught off guard. He had been so focused on his own personal goals that he had completely lost track of the state of the Eternal Battle. He has spent the twenty years that have passed since the beginning of the Arrangement, feverishly trying to figure out how to end it prematurely in Lucifer’s favor, and return to his previous quest.

Roleplay Example:

An Excerpt from The Fall of Sammael

Sammael sliced through the air above the Silver City, his conjoined wings leaving whorls of mist in his wake, as he glided as close to the bottoms to the clouds as he could manage. On a normal day in the Silver City, this would have given the Host a perfect target, the clouds white, behind his black armor. This was not a normal day. Smoke filled the air, and the music of the city was silenced. Dark clouds filled the sky, and lightening speared the ground. The Angels were at war.

Rapidly descending, he whipped his scythe down and across to the left banking to the right as he did so. An Angel of the host tumbled from the sky missing his head and upper wings, to land on the once golden streets below. Sammael continued to bank right, and cut around several gargantuan towers, their tops disappearing into the clouds above. He heard the delightful voice of Lucifer Morningstar somewhere below, and swiftly dropped to investigate.

Lucifer stood facing a group of the Heavenly Host, a flaming sword gripped loosely in each hand. He landed beside him, and flared his wings to the fullest. Lucifer glanced at him swiftly, then back to his challengers. “Couldn’t stay away Eh?” he asked, his melodic voice in stark contrast to the din of battle that rang through the streets of the city.

Sammael nodded, and dropped into a defensive stance with his scythe held across his body. “Someone has to make sure that you make it to the throne, I don’t see why it can’t be me.” He turned his eyeless face to Lucifer, and nodded. "Death stands beside you on the field of battle, and turns a blind eye. Go confidently forward to meet your fate."

Lucifer grinned, and sprang up onto the balls of his feet. His wings flexed, and with a gust of wind, was upon the front ranks of the Host. His twin swords flashing silver in the lightning, leaving shimmering arcs of crimson gliding through the air, he danced lightly between and around his opponents, leaving none standing within his reach.

Sammael stood his ground, as Lucifer slashed and dodged his way through the ranks of their enemies. His myriad eyes, constantly scanning for signs of attack. The Angels of the front lines had recovered somewhat, from Lucifer's blitz, and were now beginning to focus on Sammael. Thinking through his options, Sammael decided to take control of the situation. He leapt forward, and planted his right foot into the chest of the nearest Angel, sending him tumbling backward into his fellows.

Maintaining his grip on his scythe, he dropped into a crouch, and flung the scythe out behind him in a tight arc, easily ripping through the Angels that were trying to flank him. Did they really not notice that he had eyes covering his entire body? He laughed and rose, pulling the scythe around to his front before continuing the motion into a spin. This caught the Angels in front of him off guard, and they too fell under his flaming weapon.

He dropped low, into a sweeping leg kick, taking out the Angel that had been about to stab him in the back, at the knees. Dropping his scythe, he unsheathed his sword. This was getting a bit tight for a weapon as large as the scythe. He curled his wings in tight against his body, and dove into the fray, an insane smile plastered across his eyeless face.