Aengel Hate

[gabriel]

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Gabriel Calistari Mythia

Hate

Deliver me from this war
Its not for me its because of you
Devils instant my eternity
Obey to kill to save yourself
They wait for me far back home
The live with eyes turned away
They were the first ones to see
They are the last ones to bleed

"The ultimate high as all beautiful dies
A rulers tool, a priests excuse, a tyrants delight...
I alone, the great white hunter
Ill march till the dawn brings me rest
10th patriot at the gallows pole!"

Cut me free, Bleed with me, Oh no
One by one, We will fall, down down
Pull the plug, End the pain, Run'n fight for life
Hold on tight, this aint my fight

~Vitals~

~Name: Gabriel Calistar L’von Des’Una El Mythia
~Title:
~Nicknames: Gabe, Hate
~Age: 26
~Gender: Male
~Race: Mythian
The Mythians are a vast race that covers a good number of planets, although not to the extent of the Force. The Mythian Empire is all a strong believer in Faith and religion, and their main god that they worship is Mira the goddess of justice. Although technologically advanced their cities and planets seem to be a mix of older earthen medieval realms with space age technology. Although they are biological beings their skeletal structure is made out of a form of Crystal that is imbued with magical properties of the Abyss, although not everyone is capable of utilizing the magical abilities imbedded within them, the ones that are, are usually selected to become Paladins for the Royal Army. The Mythian Empire although reluctant, has subjugated themselves to the Force for the sake of Peace.
~Planet of Origin: Mythia
~Sexuality: Hetrosexual
~Faction: Aengels
~Reputation: Gabriel is known to be a kind and chivalrous young man. He gives everyone a fair chance before executing his sense of justice. He dislikes the Force and their ways of doing things and thus he was exiled from his home planet. He is also one of the Princes of the Royal Family.
~Specialty:
~Former Life: Gabriel was one of the six princes of the Royal family, Gabriel was one out of 3 that showed the skills to use the Lesirum crystal within his body. Thus he was trained to become Paladin of Mira. He was taught how to fight with his abilities and trained in discipline and leadership. Due to his strong convictions with his faith and his Royal Blood, he was quickly favored by most. Due to his rebellion against the Force however, he was exiled from his homeland.

~In Combat~

~POWERS:

Faith Magic: Due to the Lesirum, All Paladins are able to utilize the highest rank of Faith magic. The magic itself is a form of Kinetic force that is projected, either in the form of a slashing wave from a swing of a sword, to a burst of speed by moving the ground underneath them, they can even move things with their mind. Faith Magic if a versatile form of magic, but like all great powers it has its limitations as well. Every time that a Paladin uses this power, the strength in their skeletal structure weakens as well, the greater the magic used, the more the bone weakens. Although all Paladins are able to restore their strength by ingesting Lesirum into their bodies, much like calcium is to a human.

Ghost Angel: One of the strongest form that a Paladin can take. It is a pure casting form due to the fact that any physical blow can kill the Paladin. Utilizing the full potential of their Lesirum crystal in their bodies, they are able to release all their magical power at once. Their bodies become ethereal and large tendrils of concentrated magical power erupt from their back, most start to levitate due to the immense magical power that is emitted in this form. In this form they are able to tap into an unrestricted magical flow through their skeleton, and the power of their abilities is multiplied 20 fold. The major downside to this form besides of the fact of its fragility is the fact that most have a hard time recovering from the shock that incurs afterwards. After the limit is expended the user is weak and cannot even move unless they want to risk of their entire skeleton splintering into a thousand pieces, which would result in a very painful death.

~Weapons and Equipment:

Mythian Glaive Swords:: x2 – A one handed weapon that is made out of strong Cryo-Mythril metal. It is strong and unbreakable and never loses its edge. Its curved slender design is created for slashing and its light weight frame enables the Paladin’s to use it with one hand rather effectively. Along the center of the blade however there is a line of lesser magical crystal known as Marcium, that is use to channel the Faith Magic into the blade. Its curvature shape is to make its slashing motion more deadly and to cause more damage to the opponent.

Ly’ki Bastard Sword:: A fire based weapon that is powered by a Lesirum cartridges. By twisting the handle, this will cause spurts of magic to be injected into the blade itself, causing it to heat up, this is also known as revving. One rev will cause the blade to heat up enough to burn skin, the next rev will cause the blade to burn bright red and the third will cause the blade to burst out in blue flames. The cartridge is only good for 12 maximum revs after that it will be expended and will need to be replaced.

~Skills:

Mythian Paladin Swordsmanship: Gabriel is well versed in the art of the sword, and is a capable fighter in both dual wielding and two handed fighting. His style of fighting is a more flowing motion than most and he is capable of holding his own in the middle of a war. He is also capable of using his Faith magic in unison to his swordplay.


~Former training: Gabriel was trained to become a Paladin of the Mythian army, and as such is trained to use the sword and bring out his full potential of his Faith Magic. He was taught proper military discipline and to follow a certain code of honor. Paladin is the highest rank of the Order, and as such Gabriel rose the ranks using only his skill.

~A Face to Fear~

~Height: 5’8”
~Weight: 189lbs
~Hair Color: Blonde
~Hair Style: He keeps his hair at a medium length or he will cut it short.
~Eye Color: Sky Blue
~Play-By: Alexander Richard Pettyfer
~Clothing Style: Gabriel prefers to use brighter colors and often white and cream shades in his clothing. He is often seen in a white shirt with a jacket over it and white pants with a black belt. As for accessories, Gabriel often has a golden cross in the shape of a sword at the end of a necklace around his neck.
~Distinguishing Features: In the middle of his forehead a small Lesirum crystal is exposed, it is sky blue in color and it shines in an eerie glow. Also he has a cross tattoo on his chest right above his right peck.

~OVERALL APPEARANCE:

Neat and tidy is a good way to describe Gabriel. He has a sweet and innocent expression on his face and is often seen smiling with a sweet charming smile. His crisp blue eyes and baby blonde hair also adds to his sense of purity and innocence. He has a fairly toned body due to the fact of his extensive Paladin training, and his musculature atones for his slight baby face. His Lesirum crystal that is exposed on his forehead shines and glows often and shows everyone his current magical ability. It will glow brighter if he has an abundant supply of magical power and glimmer dully if he is almost out.

~Beneath the Exterior~

~Likes:
- Lesirum Shakes
- Angelic Figures
- Cathedrals
- Beauty
- Roses
- Fine Art
- Wine
- Women
- Music
- Quiet serene places
- Cakes
- Cooking
- Ballroom Dancing
- Singing

~Dislikes:
- Disrespect
- Arrogance
- Thorns
- Smoke
- Messy Areas
- Close spaces
- Tasteless food

~Fears:
- Being Truly Alone
- The Extermination of his Kind
- Never getting Lesirum
- Torture
- Falling in his Faith

~Weaknesses:
- Gullible
- Overly Helpful
- Needs Lesirum to keep his magic up
- Merciful
- His family

~Strengths:
- Kind
- Chivalrous
- Devout
- Dedicated
- Determined
- Loyal
- Has Loyalist Connections

~Goals:
- To lead his people into an open rebellion against the Force
- To free the Mythian Empire from the Force
- To live to see his Sister succeed the throne
- To Kill All-Marshall Zalixia

~Hobbies:
- Paladin Training
- Singing
- Dancing
- Painting
- Searching for Lesirum
- Gazing at the scenery
- Star gazing
- Cooking

~OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Gabriel is a very devout in his beliefs and is extremely faithful to that belief. He is also very strong in his chivalry and his own code of honor as a Paladin of the Order. He will stop to help everyone if he could and sometimes that can be a problem due to the fact that he is overly helpful at times. Gabriel is generally a kind and trusting person, and believes that any words that come out of a person’s mouth should be upheld, and if they do not it is a matter of disrespect. He does however offer his respect to those that deserve it , and one example is all women. He holds women in high regard as does his culture, due to the fact that in Mythian culture, the woman is the head of the family, the Monarch is usually governed by the queen and not the king. He shows utmost respect to women and usually does what they ask of him, not to mention that in his culture that Women usually never kiss or embrace a man unless willing to sleep with him, doing so to Gabriel will send him to blush immensely and stagger back a bit.

Besides his chivalry and kindness, Gabriel is a fond lover of beautiful things, be it women, art, or landscapes. His strong belief in his goddess Mira has taught him to love those that reflect her beauty and her elegance. He is often seen watching the stars and when they are traveling he will pause to admire the view before moving on.

Although he is an exile from his home worlds, he is still a devout Mythian that believes that they should not be oppressed by the Force. He is a dedicated and determined individual that swore to his goddess that he will free his people and restore the pride and honor of the Mythian Empire or die trying.

~Rap and History~

~Mother: Angelica Melata Vel Kiri’ell Mythia
~Father: Surcher Vellic Marva Kelthis Mythia
~Siblings: From Eldest to Youngest
- Vince Delta Von Lichti El Mythia (Brother)
- Serene Sulivel Vicca Sel Mythia (Sister)
- Luciell Kellna Sul el Mythia (Sister)
- Miel Kel Dalara Mythia (Brother)
- Tyreil Belis Von Mythia (Brother)
- Gartus Yul Sinda el Mythia (Brother)
- Nathaniel Telthis Mel Kor Mythia (Brother)
~Other relations:
- Deraxus Zell Doranus (Loyalist leader Mythia)
- Kell Hyunta Cel (Loyalist leader Harmonia)
- Vix Coratus (Loyalist Leader Cortu)
~Companions:


~OVERALL HISTORY:
Gabriel was only a young boy when the Force had taken over the entire empire in one fell swoop. He could remember that day well when the All-Marshall, dressed in a black velvet robe with gold trimmings walked through the grand doorway of the Mythian Fortress ‘Hyulagar’. His small group of well groomed Fates flanking the high and mighty individual, their weapons in plain sight just in case any of the Paladins had a second thought.

Gabriel had grasped his mother’s long gown tightly as he watched the members of the Force approach them on the steps. He heard his father tell him to kneel when they approached, but at first the young prince thought that his father was kidding, but then he noticed his mother reluctantly fall to one knee. Her elegant gown crumpled at the hems as she lowered her head to the All-Marshall. His mother, the QUEEN of all of Mythia was kneeling before a man!

The thought infuriated Gabriel as he fell to one knee himself, his eyes shot up to meet the All-Marshall in the eye. He would never forget his face, his oiled slicked Blonde hair, his blue demanding and arrogant eyes, and most of all his smug smirk he had on his face. Gabriel bit his lower lip, hard enough that blood began to seep through his teeth. It wasn’t till he felt his sisters soft hands on his shoulders that he calmed down for a brief moment, long enough to stand and follow his siblings into the Palace, leaving his mother and father in the midst of the devil himself.

Twisting his head, the young prince of Mythia spared one last glance at the All-Marshall and it was then and only then that their eyes met, and in that instant Gabriel knew it in his heart. This was a man he was going to Kill.

As he grew up he was entered into the Order where he was trained to utilize his gift from the goddess. He trained in Faith Magic as well as basic swordplay, and he quickly rose in the ranks from Page to Templar at the age of 12. When he was a Templar he was pulled from the ranks where they would have to go out to battle for the Force, a small blessing he got from his mother. Instead of live battle he was trained further and quickly attained the title of Paladin, the highest rank in the Order at the age of 18.

Now a full fledge Paladin, he was proud of his own accomplishment and felt like he was capable of protecting his people and the empire. At his return to the Palace he was told that his mother was having dinner with an important guest, and was asked to be discreet in visiting her.
He nodded in agreement and went into the large banquet hall and instantly froze at the sight of 14 Force Officers sitting at the table dining. He could feel his skin crawl and his own blood begin to boil as he walked towards his mother and knelt before her. She simply smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder before gently giving him a kiss on the forehead.

He couldn’t tell as he left, but he could feel the mockery that the Force had displayed in his own home, in the Mythian Empire and most of all to his mother. He gritted his teeth as he removed himself from the room, and waited till the doors closed behind him before squeezing his sword tightly that the leather in the bindings began to squeak.

Seeing this his eldest sister came up to him and wrapped her loving arms around him, and that was enough to calm him, but it didn’t sooth his burning hatred that churned within him. Her words soothed his ears and told him to have patients, to have knowledge that the times have changed. That Mythia was no longer.

It was then, at that moment that Gabriel had began to plot in his mind the downfall of the Force and the restoration of the Mythian Empire where it should be. Although the Mythian Empire had several systems and planets, they were nowhere close to the power level of the Force. They weren’t power hungry and certainly weren’t looking to expand their empire, but they were a proud race that had been brought down to lick the boots of the Force officials.

Gabriel began to discreetly rally support to the resistance of the Force, and to his surprise he found a lot of support, but the major obstacle was the fact that they were still no match to fight against the large Military power of the Force. So Gabriel went to the Mythian military and asked for their support, most was in favor but those that were fearful reported the prince’s actions to the Queen.

It was soon after that the young prince of Mythia was summoned before his mother. The look of sadness had never struck the princes heart so hard before as she ordered his Exile from the Empire. He knew it from her face that she truly did not want to expel him, she loved all of her children, but she had no choice due to the oppression of the Force. His brothers all watched him go, and as he stepped out of the castle doors he turned his head back to glance once more at his mother and his family. He simply smiled at them and said to his sister, “I’ll make sure to be back when you ascend the throne… in a free Mythia.”

~Writing Sample~

‘Upon the divine one that casts her blessing down to those that are her children. Her love basking those that are under her protection, those who do her will and those that do her deeds. All Mother Goddess Mira of Lunasira, we beseech your blessing and your tender affection.’

Blowing a stray lock of blonde hair out of his face, Gabriel sighed as he recited the words of prayer in his head. He was leaning against a large post on the side of a busy street in the neutral city where they were in need of some weapons. He was supposed to be the look out as the others went to find their contact on the planet. He didn’t mention that he knew a few people on this planet as well, but that can wait till later.

He needed to find some Lesirum on this Black Market run anyways, he was running low and if was in dire need of some. He knew that a few of the Aengels offered to help him to locate some, and he was grateful for their help last time. But the small organization that he had stumbled upon was in more need of weapons than Lesirum. He had to admit that it was kind of weird that other races had never heard of Lesirum, and not to mention this was a bit of lack of foresight on his part.

He glanced up to the skyline and a small frown crossed his gentle lips. The sky was blocked by metal and concrete monstrosities, and even if they weren’t the sky itself seemed to be choked by the smog of the world’s pollution. He let out a sigh as he crossed his arms and glanced around at the dull and grungy landscape around him. The choking air, the horrid smells, and the filthy atmosphere that he was standing in was more than the former Paladin can handle as he shook his head and walked in the direction of where his comrades had disappeared to.