Atum-Ra, Fallen Lord of Egypt

[Atum-Ra]

- Behind the Mask -

Name: Ryan!
Age: Recent 15 .
RP Experience: Four years!
Activity Level: Whenever, wherever =D

- The Character -

Name: Atum-Ra
Order: Seraphim
Loyalty: Hell (unwillingly)
Member Group: Fallen Angel

Voice: Fear him
Theme music:
-Frenzied fury
-Decisions, decisions...

Appearance:

A: Angelic Pure Form:
ATUM-RA

A ten foot-tall, hawk-headed warrior clad in gold and cobalt armor. He is entirely feathered in this form, with a huge pair of wings fanning out behind him. His feathers are grayish-brown in hue, with golden overtones in the sunlight. He has digigrade legs and no tail. Atum-Ra's armor consists of a massive headpiece, an impressive mantle, wristguards, armbands, an armored skirt and ankle bands. The Fallen Angel wears one metal "glove" on his left hand, which is burned to the point of being featherless with holy fire. The metal gauntlet has a jewel on the palm that unleashes brilliant sunlight at Ra's will. It can either blast out with such searing power that it burns and flings back enemies, or in controlled quantities heal and rejuvenant. Atum Ra's eyes burn blazing gold, and he tends to speak with a harsher, squawking accent. His movements are far more graceful and arrogant in this form.
Glove on the burned left hand
Wields the Rod of the Sun in this form:
Rod of the Sun


B: Angelic Perfect Form:

Extremely close to his Angelic Pure form. Atum-Ra stands at roughly 7 feet in height when in his Perfect form, and is noticeably lacking wings. He instead leaps and bounds with incredible power and speed. He wields two glistening gold and crimson scimitars with hilts shaped into the Evil Eye. He still wears the gauntlet on his left arm, and uses it primarily to unleash the blazing power of the Sun to burn and repel enemies. He does, however, use smaller amounts of power to repair minor wounds and strengthen allies. When in combat, he tends to dodge and dart around, screeching to disorient his enemies, before swooping in for the kill. He has a large ankh attached to his hip. His armor is slightly less ornate than his Pure form, but only slightly. This is Atum-Ra's preferred form.


C: Human Form:

A highly attractive Middle Eastern man in his mid-twenties. He stands at six feet even, has rich mocha skin and jet black hair. His hair is cut short, but Ra will occasionally elongate the hairstyle, depending on his mood. His human form is lithe and quick, and extremely durable. He still wears the golden gauntlet/glove on his left hand, and in this form uses it primarily to unleash the power of the sun to judge his enemies and create barriers of force. He has an Evil Eye tattoo on the right side of his hip, and a small golden stud on his right brow.


Personality:
Soured and bitter are likely the two best words to describe Atum-Ra, Fallen Lord of Egypt. Atum-Ra used to be an idealistic, benevolent, freedom-loving individual. Now he is a hollow shell of his former self. He despises himself for swearing allegiance to Satan, and hates God even more. Atum-Ra is a deep and introspective individual, and he dwells much on the past. He doesn't forgive, he doesn't forget, he simply seeks justice and primal vengeance. He sees it as Holy Deliverance- others see it as petty revenge. The Fallen Lord of Egypt tends to be extremely overzealous to the point of idiocy, but in spite of his stubbornness he is almost always willing to talk and negotiate with enemies. After all, he considers God to be his enemy, not the Angels. Atum-Ra despises demons, and treats them in an extremely derogatory manner.


Likes or Dislikes:
LIKES
-Honesty
-Life
-The sun
-Warmth
-Justice
-Scholarly pursuits
-Flying
-Power
-Purity

DISLIKES
-Deception
-Death
-Nighttime
-Moonlight
-Cold/Ice
-Cruelty
-Injustice
-Ignorance
-Weakness
-Restraint
-God

Strengths and Weaknesses:
STRENGTHS:
-Combat prowess
-Wisdom
-Agility
-Overpowering personality
-Power of heat/fire/sun

WEAKNESSES:
-Overconfidence/Arrogance
-Unwillingness to fight
-Contrary personality
-Cold/dark
-Moral quandaries
-Berserk rage

History: Atum-Ra was forged by God as a guardian. Protection and creation were his fields of expertise, as he was the Angel of the Sun. The brilliantly armored caretaker of the Light of Life was thought into existence and gifted with the benevolence and wisdom of a protector. He did his job for billions of years, tending to the sun and guiding light and warmth. As time continued, and God moved on to new creations, however, Atum-Ra grew jealous. He watched as God's new favorites, the humans, usurped angelic purity. Ra's thoughts became corrupted with jealousy.... all he had ever wanted was to be appreciated by the Father! When Lucifer then rebelled against the White God, Atum-Ra finally used his powers of defense for jealous, unholy means... and he was unforgiveably tainted. The hawk-headed Seraphim was cast from Heaven with the rest of the rebels.

But he would not throw in his lot with Satan. Instead, Atum-Ra rallied his own host, a splinter group of the Fallen. He led his brothers and sisters (Anubis, Osiris, Isis, Bastet, Hathor, Sobek, Horus, and Sutekh), the Nine of Egypt, to break off of Lucifer's own Demonic Host and set themselves up as the Lords and Protectors of Egypt. For aeons, the Egyptians looked up to their "gods", and in time, Atum-Ra and his fellows eventually came to believe themselves to be such. Atum-Ra, calling himself the Golden God, tried to stay out of sight of the White God... but it wouldn't last.

The Archangel Michael turned his eye to the renegade Fallen who had grown decadent in their freedom. He himself possessed his prophet, Moses, who was a transfigured human in his service. In this mortal shell, he hunted down the Nine of Egypt. The Golden Daughter, Bastet, was the first to be slain in her palace in Cairo. Hathor and Sobek were butchered as they tried to escape into the Netherworld. Horus died trying to kill Moses. The lesser angels Nut, Geb, and Sekhmet perished trying to defend Sutekh, who perished soon afterward. Osiris was murdered in his sleep, and Isis flayed alive by the Warrior Archangel. Anubis was the last to fall, sacrificing himself to empower his lord and lover, Atum-Ra. The Golden God fought bravely, but was smote down by the Archangel. Shezmu, Wadjet, and Ptah, lesser angels of unequal devotion to Ra, all sacrificed themselves to buy Atum-Ra time to flee into the Sanctum of the Sun, a tiny pocket dimension and bastion of the Egyptian Nine.

The champion of the White god left, having killed eight rebel Serpahim and dozens of lesser fallen angels. Atum-Ra, dying and desperate, swore a covenant with the White God's worst enemy... Satan. Atum-Ra joined the Demonic Host, surging with Hellfire to complement the power of the Sun. He hunted down Moses and dragged him through every Hell that existed, torturing him for thousands of years until his final, merciful death. After the last breath of life left the White God's champion, however... his pact was sealed. Satan gained power over the Seraphim, chaining Atum-Ra's will to his own. The hawk-headed Angel of the Sun was now Satan's, to serve as a Fallen to his host. For the past thousand years, Ra has been forced to commit the most abominable deeds imagineable, for sheer pleasure of Satan to see what was such a noble angel bend his knee to him.... But Ra has learned a valuable lesson. The enemy of his enemy is not always a friend.



Roleplay Example:
Sharp, curved talons clicked on the sanctum floor.

Atum-Ra, the Fallen Lord of Egypt, marched forward through the glistening marble halls of the Sanctum of the Sun. Limestone, gold, and marble lined the floors and walls, and sunlight streamed in through high-placed windows near the huge roof up above. The entire hallway was glimmering and glowing, a noble aura of unquestionable power. The hulking Serpahim came to a halt at the huge double doors of the Sanctum itself, and raised his left arm.

It was charred and burned, holy fire having burned his once-feathered lower arm. The skin was left black and twisted, almost entirely without feeling. But upon it rested a twirling gauntlet of brilliant gold that covered his fingers and palm. On his palm was a huge, smooth red jewel that glowed with a subtle, ambient light. As Atum-Ra flexed his hand, the light intensified into a golden-orange glow of sheer power. The huge double doors, immoveable on their own, swung open slowly to grand the Fallen Lord of Egypt entry. He strode in without even glancing at the splendor around him. Especially the stain left by the Demonic Lieutenant standing beside the huge, golden sun in the center of the room.

"Ptahr mi khiraoktoah!" The hawk-headed Fallen Angel shrieked at the Demon standing by the glowing portal in Old Egyptian. "Doa kah kree!"


The Demon instantly flinched, it's twisted and gnarled face curled in fear. This... wretch... had never been an angel. It was Hellspawn, nothing more. Atum-Ra stormed over to him, his eyes blazing windows of golden light. He shrieked at the demon again, this time in modern English. "Back from my Sanctum, wretched one! Cower back to the Master and squeal your poisons into his ears, not mine!"

With that, the hulking, hawk-headed Fallen simply grabbed the green-skinned lieutenant by the throat and flung him into the huge sun in the middle of the room. The demon simply vanished as he touched the huge, burning object. The solar Portal to Hell consumed the Demonic Lieutenant, and Ra's eyes blazed far less intensely than before. That wretched slime was now out of his metaphorical hair. He despised those hideous freaks...

[Azrael]

Accepted, Obviously.

I love him.