( barachiel “barry” román ) was just spotted in amsterdam. rumor has it ( he ) is a ( 1975 / appears 42 ) year old ( fallen angel ) who resembles ( jimmi simpson ). ( he ) has been said to be ( intelligent & charming ) but also quite ( impulsive & callous ).with all the chaos surrounding the magical underworld, ( he ) has chosen to align with ( the fallen angels ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( a poisoner for the fallen angels ). hopefully the city doesn’t devour them whole.
This is Barachiel, my newest son. Here are some things to know about him:
Since the 20th century, he’s taken to being called “Barry.” He feels it puts others at ease and allows him to get closer to his targets because no one expects to be poisoned by a Barry (although he’s not a fan of the show Barry as now people seem to ask him about it all the time and he feels like it will break his cover).
Until the 17th century, he was simply known as ‘Barachiel’. People would often question him about his name and he’d merely brush them off (as he was trying to be human at the time). It wasn’t until the artist Bartolomé Román did a painting of him that he chose a surname. He was so impressed he felt honored to take the name Román. It also stopped the questions.
During his time as an angel of light, Camilla Dupont was his mate. His slight disenchantment with his fellow angels and the fact that his beloved had fallen led him to drink demon blood. On earth, he’s become a poisoner for the fallen angels (although he will also poison for the highest bidder).
Unlike most of the fallen angels, he’s not necessarily against the angels of light. He’s aligned with the fallen but often feels he’s more of a chaotic neutral. If anything, he’s out to gain for himself rather than others.
And that’s just a bit about him. If you have any questions, hmu. I’m open to any and all plots.
Rory leaned against the stone pillar, her fingers tracing the words as she read, she had been freaking out since she arrived , desperate to find a way that this world made sense in the absolute slightest. Now that she had seemed to calm down, she realized.. this world was positively beautiful, the view that she had from her spot on the mountain, and it was so QUIET. She could actually loose herself in a good book. “I never thought I would really appreciate this strange world. I wasn’t one of the teens who was into the ‘Lord of the Rings’ stories and movies. But, I should have been if I knew places like this existed.”
It felt like a truthfully cruel joke. She had just seen her brothers, she had just found that her family was around and that everything was gonna be okay as long as they were together and then... she woke up here. And sure, it was absolutely beautiful, she could stare out at the rolling hills forever, but she was truthfully so alone that she didn’t know what to do. “It is truthfully beautiful.” Kinsey muttered to herself, as she spread her legs out onto the grass. “I’ve never been somewhere as beautiful but... I can’t help but tell myself it’s gonna come to a crashing halt.”