Friday, May 27, 2005

 

Gabriel



Messenger of the Lord, doomed to run errands and perform God's dirty work. Millenia of cynicism have attenuated his shape. Like Metatron, he has fallen far from the creature of light he once was. A twisted little beast who can be fickle as a cat, biting, snapping and tearing with his long, daggerlike fingers when disturbed or upset. He can barely speak anymore, having lost most of his cognitive abilities save for the ability to follow orders and deliver messages verbatim.

posted by Rivaine  # 2:35 PM
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