Misc features:ย Surrounded by an air of silence, physical appearance shifts if in the dark too long, smells like dull sea breeze with a faint metallic undertone
Occupation:ย Intercessor
Other affiliations:ย N/Aย (pending)
Residence:ย N/A (pending)
Established relationships:ย N/A
Personality:ย Cassiel has always been something of a curious observer. As the former archangel of tears and temperance he would spend his days dutifully keeping watch over Earth's inhabitants. Now as a fallen angel, he's much more inclined to insert himself directly in the happenings of both mortals and immortals alike- often not for the better. If he's not busy monitoring the affairs of the townspeople or wandering about in search of conflicted souls to provoke, he can be called upon by means of prayer or more powerful methods of magical conjuration.
Hobbies:ย Making deals, gossiping, star gazing
Favorite color:ย Silver & lilac
Negative traits:ย Mischievous, nosy, judgmental
Positive traits:ย Analytical, honest, beguiling
Likes:ย Drama, puzzles & riddles, astronomy, dark humor, free thinkers
๐ฉโง๐ช Closed starter ft. Cassiel & Evan (@evxnmeyers)
๐ฉโง๐ช Location: Saintes & Meyers
๐ฉโง๐ช Date & Time: Sunday, 8:00pm
Cassiel studiously surveyed the outside of the law firm, pacing just feet away from the front entrance in deep contemplation. There was somethingโฆ aggravatingly fascinating about the woman inside, something that had consistently drawn him to this place time and time again over the past week. Despite the many curious new souls there were around Saintes, Cassiel found himself mindlessly returning to her. It was beginning to become less surprising each time he'd unconsciously wander here, though he truly wished this infernal obsession of his would get out to one of the various hot spots around town. By now he was well aware that Evan was unquestionably addicted to her job- but if Cassiel was to be tied to her as he was, he would much rather be evoked to more than this one single office building.
With a drawn out sigh he halted, moving toward the front door. Following three delicate knocks, Cassiel turned the knob and entered. "My dearest Evan," He called out her name in a mockingly gentle greeting, one sheโd hopefully gotten accustomed to after his first few abrupt visits. His eyes wandered across the interior, ever unchanging save the numerous stacks of paperwork that occasionally shifted to invade any and all unoccupied surfaces.
"Such beautifully organized chaos youโve surrounded yourself withโฆ as always." Cassiel further assessed the state of her busy office before finally gazing over to Evan. "Would it burden you so to ever consider parting from this miserable tomb you call a workspace- just once?" His tone sounded soft and benign, which contrasted harshly to his less than lenient, judgmental expression.
The Cabinet of Curiosities, it had been Violet's dream since she was a teenager, and now as she unpacked boxes of merchandise for her store, she had to pause and look around. Holy shit. This was actually her store. She'd actually done it! She beamed as she turned back to the box of New Orleans Ghost History books she'd been shelving when she heard the door open. She turned slightly and gave the person a slight wave. "Hey, I'm not exactly open yet, but uh, if you don't mind paying with Venmo and stepping over boxes and an overly excited Pomeranian somewhere, I'd love to have my first customer." she greeted the person at the door.
Cassiel had been out on a stroll, attempting to desensitize himself to the world heโd only recently become a fresh part of. Everything here was greatly overwhelming at first, so different from how it once appeared from the heavens. It was much like seeing the sun shine in from a window compared to going outside midday after being in the dark. Every sound, every scent, every emotion was vastly exaggerated to him here- and the near palpable deal of excitement he perceived from nearby was no exception. He trailed it to a rather ordinary looking store, or more specifically from someone inside it, who practically reeked with an elation so contagious that it formed a smile over Cassielโs own lips. After a moment of reasoning, he decided to peruse the shop for a bit while he was around.
"Greetings." Cassielโs hand raised, palm open and fingers pressed together in his own formal wave to the witch. He looked instantly intrigued by the masses of old items that were presumably for sale, some of which he even vaguely recognized. The entire room smelled stale, but in a pleasant way; like history. His focus was precluded by the feeling of a secondary, smaller life form in the space that had gone previously unnoticed until his senses adjusted to the environment. He turned to observe the petit creature, his brows furrowing slightly over a pitiful gaze. This odd familiar, he wrongly assumed, was a rather sorry excuse for a wolf. Such a shame how the once majestic canids had fallen so far from their original grace. With a strong will to not openly cringe at the visage of the 'dog', Cassiel instead offered it a brief pursed-lipped smirk before averting his attention back to the eager shopkeeper.
"Forgive me," He shook his head with a soft chuckle, "I'm- not from around here. What is this 'Ven-mo'? Some new form of magical currency?"
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((OOC: @xvioletxdinsmorex I'm so sorry I had to snag this from your old blog, I couldn't find it on your new one :( <3))
Angels in good graces with the father and demons of any kind automatically start on sour terms with Cassiel. There are also those who may feel wronged by him, especially following the typically twisted outcomes of his contracts. Additionally, Cassiel has a personal distaste for truly evil beings and those who take advantage of others simply for the fun of it.
๐ฉโง๐ชย Acolytes (0/?) โง
Cassiel is far above the prospect of parading himself around as some false prophet; the act itself would be an affront to his new beliefs against senseless worship and servitude. Despite this, there's nothing to stop a few curious individuals from pledging themselves to the fallen angel and his abilities. Cassiel would do little more than pity these โacolytesโ and their misguided devotion- however, he may secretly come to enjoy the praise and attention that they bring.
๐ฉโง๐ชย Dealmakers (0/?) โง
As an intercessor, Cassiel enjoys making clandestine 'contracts' with other beings. These contracts begin as deals which wield a wide range of possibilities within the limits his powers- from manifesting valuable objects, to accessing obscure knowledge of past and present, to manipulation of memory, and more. As with any service though, these deals come at a price. In exchange for his assistance, Cassiel will first request a favor from the dealmaker. If the favor cannot be redeemed, Cassiel will politely refuse to comply. If the dealmaker abides and completes the assigned favor, Cassiel then enters a final contract with them, honoring their request to his interpretation. To those who still seek the aid of the former archangel, a word of warning: be wise and precise when phrasing your desires.
๐ฉโง๐ชย Friends โ
It's a laborious endeavor to obtain Cassiel as a true friend, and for good reason. He's an exceptionally worthwhile ally to have. Cassiel is much less likely to ask for favors from those heโs close to in exchange for his powers, and will occasionally use them to make his loved ones' lives a little easier. Setting his practical uses aside, Cassiel also has the capability to be quite valuable in other 'friendly' matters. Given his previous title and credentials, he is possibly the best individual anyone could go to for advice and support.
๐ฉโง๐ชย Familial rolesย (0/?) โ
Angels are beings with naturally strong ties to one another, however archangels are particularly close. Each archangel is handcrafted by the father himself, making them a family. If only internally Cassiel truly does miss his siblings, who were the scarce few heโd ever actually laid eyes on while restrained to the seventh sphere. He may be prone to unknowingly bonding with others who he deems share similar attributes to his divine kin.
๐ฉโง๐ชย Active obsession (1/1) โ or โง Evangeline โEvanโ Meyers
A particularly conflicted soul or one undergoing a great struggle will undoubtedly attract the attention of Cassiel. Itโs rather difficult to shake an eternity's worth of instinctual angelic guidance, even after plummeting from the heavens. Cassiel will often appear around and provoke this individual more frequently, until he feels satisfied with their eventual resolution.
๐ฉโง๐ชย Romantic interestย (0/1) โ
During his short stay on Earth, Cassiel has discovered himself to be an unexpectedly sentimental creature. While he plainly doubts heโll ever meet an equal to that of his own gracious standings- the truth is that he just hasnโt found anyone heโs connected enough to emotionally. In terms of a romantic partner, he would be most drawn to a trusted individual who is honest and upfront, accepts and is supportive of both his origins and flaws, and takes the time to genuinely listen to him. His love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, and acts of service.
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๐ฉโง๐ช Symbol key: Connections marked with the holy cross (โ ) indicate relationships that would serve to help Cassiel mend his graces with the father, and regain his position as an archangel. Connections marked with the inverted pentagram (โง) indicate relationships that would serve to turn Cassiel further away from the father, directing him toward an eventual demonic conversion.
Lifetimes ago, Cassiel was regarded as one of the most favored figures amidst the holy hierarchy of revered archangels. Frequently referenced in scripture as the archangel of duality, tears, and temperance; Cassiel was further accredited to being the keeper of Saturn, entitled observer of all the fatherโs creations, and principal to the most sacred seventh sphere of the heavens- that of the contemplatives. It's said that the light which radiated from within their core was so powerful and pure that even without leaving the heavens, each profound word spoken from them could be clearly heard on Earth. They used this sacred gift to pass spiritual wisdom unto those suffering loss of self or loved ones. Weary and lonesome souls of history often prayed to Cassiel for guidance in both life and death, as they were sought after as a great counselor. Few were those who knew of how the archangel spoke such percipience to the father's forlorn disciples through the lens of their own existence.
As the only idle archangel, the father did not unleash Cassiel to freely part from the heavens and serve Earth physically such as the others. Their presence was strictly confined to the often desolate seventh sphere, speaking instructions to the endless weary souls who prayed to them for direction. Cassiel came to dread living in this eternal isolation, forced to comfort the hopeless while they themself carried a grievous burden of dwindling faith. They felt inadequate in the eyes of the father for never being enlisted to a more glorious duty, and slowly drifted away from the almighty in a state of dejection. Over time the rot of self-hate spread and twisted into detest for the father, with Cassiel ultimately questioning their purpose; and if it was for no other apparent means than to conscientiously watch centuries crawl by in paradise turned personal hell.
Cassiel had long exceeded their breaking point by the time they'd boldly stormed the 9th sphere of heaven, where the father himself resided. They begged with the other archangels for a chance to share their plight with the honorable messenger Gabriel, who carefully approached Cassiel with a semblance of pity. After heeding their requests Gabriel relayed them to the almighty, who only met his children with blunt dismissal. Cassiel pleaded once more to not be disregarded, to be equally privileged in joining the rest of his divine family in the righteous and valiant efforts on Earth. Gabriel attempted to calm Cassiel, assuring them that their obligation as the watcher was both a necessary and noble act. Cassiel then began firmly demanding to be released, expressing the great length at which they'd endured such tedious suffering for. Gabriel could not comply, insisting that the almighty's gracious plan for them was profoundly bound to the heavens. In that crushing instant, something long dormant inside Cassiel broke free from their already wavering discipline. In a fit of blind angelic wrath Cassiel began to attack anyone or anything in reach. Another honored celestial quickly intervened, however- the holy guardian, Michael.
Though impressively nimble, Cassiel's speed and agility were no match for the sheer devastating strength and refined prowess of Michael in battle. Gabriel moved between the two in order to mediate the brawl before the holy guardian could land any fatal blows. In the aftermath, Gabriel concluded with the father that Cassiel had been heavily corrupted by their own immense loathing, and were no longer fit to serve as an archangel could they not truthfully repent for their 'ungrateful, disorderly, and sinfulโ actions. Although barely recovering from the brutal defeat by the hands of Michael, Cassiel persistently refused to yield in obedience any longer. To this, Gabriel was forced to carry out the fatherโs next will- to temporarily excommunicate Cassiel for dissension, abandonment of post, and heresy. Gabriel offered the fellow angel a final solemn look and a hesitant gentle touch, causing Cassiel to lose consciousness.
Days later Cassiel awoke, surrounded by a vast swarm of tall trees. At last, this was Earth! If nothing else they knew that much; for the air here smelled much more potent of the planet's inhabitants than it ever did from the heavens above. Cassielโs brief moment of gleeful amnesia swiftly dissolved as they began to take notice of their body. Their beautiful astral form had soured into something twisted and abhorrent. After falling from the graces of the creator they'd morphed into a dark amalgamation of misplaced bloodshot eyes and shattered halos, with scattered black feathers being the only remnants of their once magnificent pearlescent wings. The brilliant light in their core had been dimmed to the point it could now only weakly illuminate the pathway ahead. Cassiel wailed in rage, yet the world around them remained deafeningly silent. The trees did not sway, the insects did not sing, and the wind did not blow. Solely was the sound of their own cries and seething betrayal which Cassiel could hear echo for miles. In a way their wish had been granted, though perhaps death would've been more preferable compared to this fate. Such would not be the case for one as obstinate as Cassiel, however. The hatred both fresh and aged which severed their holy bond to the father would not allow them the peace to simply lie down and die.
Eventually Cassiel rose to examine the bleak nature around them. Both disgusted by their new appearance and acutely aware of the potential risks that would arise from proceeding any further in it, their first objective was clearly to sort out a suitable camouflage. Of all the potential forms they could adopt, they thought the original sinners- humankind- to be the most fitting for the journey ahead. After assuming the visage of the first man, Adam, Cassiel wandered his way out of the forest. He grimaced as his mind slowly recalled the muddled memories of Gabriel, and each subsequent event which had led to his current predicament. The vivid imagery of his anguish became clear once again as he replayed his final moments as an archangel over and over in his head, akin to a broken record. 'Poetic' was how Cassiel would describe such a hypocritical mockery of the creator's own theology. The almighty had ordered repentance from one merely displaying a deep willingness to devote themself entirely to his most selfless cause. There would be no apology to be pried out of Cassiel for such a farcical thing. Instead, he would gladly deliver his own idea of servitude to the father's precious creations- as a cold reminder of what initial compassion he was so heartlessly denied. Ensuing an eternity of languorous bondage to the heavens, Cassiel was sick of listening- now was his time to be heard.
