I am the Shepard of The Light, The Angel

I am Tomas. I was born in America, became a priest, and was given a very special mission from God. To Shepard, guide, and guard the Light, The Original, the Angel. This is an independent RP blog for Tomas from Orphan Black. Please feel free to ask any question you would like to! Tomas, as a character, is not mine. All credit to the creators, writers, editors, actors, actresses, and all other associated personal with Orphan Black. This blog is purely for entertainment and creative purposes only.

[tomastheshepard]

Dear Tomas, You have been very busy. Here is present. I drew for you. It is picture. You are in chair with tea and books and you are happy because you are not so busy. I hope you like it. Love, Helena

[tomastheshepard]

hello to-mas. i am nonnie. i am friend of helena. she is good and pure. she says you are good and a priest. do you know the pope? i hear he is good and nice.

Hello Nonnie,  a strange name I must say, I do not know the Pope personally no -chuckles-  There are very few people that know the Holy Father personally, mostly his Cardinals in Rome.  Yes, what Helena says is true.  She is a very good and very innocent young girl.  But, we are a family of sorts, Helena and I.    .  

[tomastheshepard]

What's your relationship with Maggie and Father Meelo? And Helena if you want haha. :)

Maggie and I are friends.  I saved Maggie and I respect her, suffice to say that she has come from a world of Darkness and entered the Light.  I Thank God she is on our side each day.  

Father Melo is a priest that I can genuinely get along with.  He has as much Faith as I.  He believes in God and in what he does, sharing the Lord with others.  I have no problems with the man at all.  

Helena is the Original, The Light.  However, our relationship can be...complicated at times.  She sees the world as seemingly no one else does.  yet, this simple minded view becomes frustrating at times.  But, she has been set on a task from God, and she will complete it....no matter what.  

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Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

[infinitomuses]

I LOVE THESE PLEASE

[archive-sieralonapprentice-deac]

((The more challenging the question, the better. :D))

[tomastheshepard]

[maggiesmind]

tomastheshepard:

"So dramatic," Maggie mocked, unable to stop herself but it would not help the situation to be so sarcastic. But she felt threatened, attacked and it was her nature to return fire. She wasn’t a fan of talking out her feelings, but the...

[tomastheshepard]

Tomas barely heard Maggie's request, to be fair.  his mind was elsewhere burred somewhere deep in religious lore about Angels, God's Light, and wings and their symbolism in the bigger dogma of the whole thing.  He turned at Maggie's voice and heard the words towel and water for...cleaning her wounds.  Oh. Tomas nodded silently, numbly almost and said,"of course."

He stepped away and into the bathroom,not very far to be fair, but far enough away that he was alone for the moment with the room and it's supplies and fixtures.  He turned on the light and looked at the man staring back through the mirror.  "Good and Gracious Lord, what have you done Tomas?" he asked himself quietly.  The answer came almost immediately,"I have done what God has asked of me.  I have found the Light and I am Guiding it to the Sheep, so that tey all shall perish."

It was frightening, in a way, Tomas had prepared answers for his own self reflections.  Perhaps to hide the real truth from himself, lest he grow soft and weak.  Perhaps to ensure that he never fell into the trap of being too loving towards their weapon.  He gathered he towels and necessary cleaning supplies and left the bathroom, turning off the light as he did so.  Tomas returned to where Maggie was.

He set them down beside her and Helena and did not once look at Helena's back.  He gave a grim look to his dear friend and asked,"She will recover...from this yes?  She has not...so severely injured himself as to ..." but he stopped.  He couldn't finish the sentence.  Not here, not now.  Tomas , in a moment of utter brilliance, realized this was Maggie's chance t spill the blood of the Sheep, if she so desired.  Tomas doubted that desire had waned from their earlier conversation.

With a slashing gesture, Tomas said,"Disregard that, She should rest for a while.  Recover her full strength.  Then, when she is fully able, we will send her back out in the hunt for the Sheep."  He turned so that he was able to look over Helena, at the wall above where the Child was and asked her,"Alright Child?  You will rest and recover for a while.  I suppose Maggie and I will have to...enter the field of play, as ti were."  

Peaceful Dove of Opportunity presented, perhaps not nearly as subtly as he might have liked, but it would have to do,Tomas went silent once more.  What else was there to say?  He could not think of much, to be fair.

His brain had already started scheming, after all.  How best for one of them to start inserting themselves into the worlds of the Sheep and who to pursue first...it was a difficult question.             

[tomastheshepard]

[tomastheshepard]

An Imagined Origin Story: Part Two | Tomas | Maggie Ehen | Helena | Closed RP

[tomastheshepard]

Tomas peered at the young woman now seated at an angle to him as she asked her question.  in truth, he had been in deep thought about quite a bit and her voice had pulled him out of it.  The priest said, in Ukrainian,"Well, typically Grace is a prayer thanking the Lord for the gifts of food and drink He has given us.  It is asking Him for a blessing over the meal and those eating it.  But, you must phrase it in your own way.  You can speak in Ukrainian Child.  I will translate for our dear friend."  Tomas nodded and smiled warmly at Helena.  he wanted her to feel very much welcome and not alone with them.  

If that mean he sometimes had to drop his more violent and angry side, he'd do it.  He tipped his head to the side and asked her,"What do you think of Maggie Child?  I know you haven't know her for very long, but I am curious.She has a great many talents and Gifts from God, she will share wheat she can in time.  I am sure you too will make great friends." Tomas smiled once more and thought, ironically, once you hear how she came to our side your opinion might change...but that is a story for another day entirely.  He kept his hands folded in his lap and patiently waited for Helena to begin her prayer.  Or attempt to hammer one out,at the very least.

Tomas added quietly,"Take your time Child."     

[evelynesmustache]

Basically The Breakfast Club…but with clones. Sound appealing to anyone else?

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OOC: Someone ficced this a while back but YES! YES I AM TOTALLY UP FOR THIS!

[evelynesmustache]

It might be my fault I didn’t see it. I don’t usually...

[tomastheshepard]

OOC:  Tomas would totally walk in and smack them all with a ruler.  Just because.  

[tomastheshepard]

[maggiesmind]

tomastheshepard:

"So dramatic," Maggie mocked, unable to stop herself but it would not help the situation to be so sarcastic. But she felt threatened, attacked and it was her nature to return fire. She wasn’t a fan of talking out her feelings, but the time had come...

[tomastheshepard]

Tomas silently nodded at Maggie's words.  What he'd said obviously had lightened whatever burden, guilt, or cross Maggie was bearing.  The priest had to admit; the fight had been coming.  No relationship was roses and sunshine 24/7, every one had it's points of contention, but the truth was, Maggie had seen the points he had been making and likewise, Tomas had seen her points.  It had been ugly, nasty, like all spats were, but it would be soon behind them.  

When Maggie went to clean herself up in the mirror, Tomas realized she was right and went to the kitchen, briefly splashing some of the water from the sink on his face and hoping his own redness would fade enough.  He rejoined Maggie, who squeezed his shoulder lightly once more and Tomas led the way toward Helena's room.  

Upon opening the door Tomas gave Helena a smile and was about to utter some sort of acceptance of her apology when she revealed her wings to them both.  Tomas turned his head away and did not look at her.  He could not.  But, he could hardly walk away either.

So, that was why they hadn't heard her.  The angel had been further augmenting her wings.  The old feelings of guilt refilled Tomas' mind and he said quietly, though not looking at anyone,"Child, that is...not necessary.  You have atoned for your sins."  Tomas really wasn't sure how to respond to this situation.  He kept his head up, because Maggie and he were still putting on their family act for the young woman, but the truth was far darker.  

Tomas was ashamed of what he'd interpreted in Helena's scars, and what had become of them.  This was one time where his own guilt and embarrassment and shame threatened to shatter the family mask he was currently wearing.  But, despite the considerable amount of emotion he felt, Tomas remained strong, he always had.  he was the rock that the others clung to, whether they wanted to admit it or not.  They were very much dependent on him to not go weak.  Not now.  

However, Tomas could not turn his head and look at Helena.  he was afraid what his face might give away and if ever questioned on the matter, what he'd reveal.  So, he remained staring in the direction of nothing, at nothing, and prayed that she would hide her wings soon, so that he could look at her again.  He did not dare look at Maggie either, for the same reasons.  

It wasn't leaving the area, but it would have to do.         

[tomastheshepard]

[maggiesmind]

tomastheshepard:

"So dramatic," Maggie mocked, unable to stop herself but it would not help the situation to be so sarcastic. But she felt threatened, attacked and it was her nature to return fire. She wasn’t a fan of talking out her feelings, but the time had come...

[tomastheshepard]

Off to Bed

Mun has important Mun things to do tomorrow!  We are drafting replies that we owe and we would to welcome any asks, messages, love, or whatever you wish to send to our submit or ask box!  Mun is very tired but school is important so we are heading to bed Goodnight all!  

[fathermeelo]

"Just, for the record, I never tire of other priest's company. -frowns- it is just that I am fighting a war, and sometimes I tend to lose focus and I focus on winning the war perhaps too much." Tomas looked at Emilio with tired eyes and sighing, shook his head slowly,"Please Father sit. Tell me how you have been." he said with only a hint of dryness in his voice.

      Emilio furrowed his brows and pouted slightly putting a friendly arm around Tomas gently patting his back

            “We all have our wars to fight, but to endure them alone is something that even God does not intend— Please forgive me, I was selfish- let me help you instead in this battle of yours”

   He smiled quietly and looked at Tomas with sad eyes hoping to cheer the man up

[tomastheshepard]

Tomas gave a grim sort of nod, and thinking, grabbed a Bible from a bookshelf behind his desk.  He slid the Bible across the desk and spoke,”Psalm 139, verses 13 to 14.  What you say is very true and I know it well, but it is also written God helps those who help themselves.  I suppose that I’ve always imagined my war was my Path to the Light, out of the darkness of my past…and transformation into a child once more, as Christ would have it.”  Tomas lowered his head briefly, and when he raised it again said quietly,”Some days are easier than others, if I’m being honest.”

Giving his friend a wry sort of smile, he asked,”What are your thoughts on this…phenomenon of genetics, cloning, of the idea that life can be…enhanced by science.  That imperfections in humanity can be removed to create the perfect species, one without fault, without defect.”  The priest gave a bitter chuckle and said,”Chillingly similar to Hitler and the Third Reich isn’t it?”   .  

[fathermeelo]

    Emilio frowned as he ran a few fingers through his hair nervously

        “Well, honestly I think its the exact same as the Third Reich, just with a cooler name. What would be considered an imperfection? My dark skin or my sense of humor?” He gave Tomas a short and cautious smile before leaning back slightly going over his thoughts

               ” If there is no defect, then man cannot grow, Its like what a friend once told me,

`If y’all folks dun got no problems, then son, God aint gunna be present in your life ´

    He was a texan mind you, But it stuck with me. I spent years with whores and dealing drugs, and then suddenly I became an academic— and before I knew It I fell in love with God, I wonder… Maybe none of that could have happened If I had not been so wonderfully flawed.” 

[tomastheshepard]

Tomas laughed right along with him, and answered,"I believe your imperfection Father is your sense of humor.  I cannot, for the life of me, understand how you get through to the faithful."  but the priest was joking and his laughter only increased at the mild insult flung across his desk.  He added,"They consider you the Sarcastic Spaniard, for what it's worth."

Tomas, who came from a different part of America and would not have gotten the joke without the helpful explanation nodded and said,"I agree 100% with what you have said.  To remove humanity's flaws is to remove the life from them.  They become souless abominations in God's eyes, or so I have come to believe.  I would postulate that we are God's Candles, carrying the Light so that others may find Him."  

Then, Tomas opened up a tiny part of the past he kept so hidden from everyone,"I spent years in the darkness and business of death.  There is perhaps enough blood on my hands to forever stain them red.  But, that is my cross to bear.  I bear it about as well as can be expected I suppose.  I just hope that God, in his infinite wisdom and grace and mercy, can seee through my flaws, tribulations and past to the work taht I currently do for him."         

[fathermeelo]

"Just, for the record, I never tire of other priest's company. -frowns- it is just that I am fighting a war, and sometimes I tend to lose focus and I focus on winning the war perhaps too much." Tomas looked at Emilio with tired eyes and sighing, shook his head slowly,"Please Father sit. Tell me how you have been." he said with only a hint of dryness in his voice.

      Emilio furrowed his brows and pouted slightly putting a friendly arm around Tomas gently patting his back

            “We all have our wars to fight, but to endure them alone is something that even God does not intend— Please forgive me, I was selfish- let me help you instead in this battle of yours”

   He smiled quietly and looked at Tomas with sad eyes hoping to cheer the man up

[tomastheshepard]

Tomas gave a grim sort of nod, and thinking, grabbed a Bible from a bookshelf behind his desk.  He slid the Bible across the desk and spoke,"Psalm 139, verses 13 to 14.  What you say is very true and I know it well, but it is also written God helps those who help themselves.  I suppose that I've always imagined my war was my Path to the Light, out of the darkness of my past...and transformation into a child once more, as Christ would have it."  Tomas lowered his head briefly, and when he raised it again said quietly,"Some days are easier than others, if I'm being honest."

Giving his friend a wry sort of smile, he asked,"What are your thoughts on this...phenomenon of genetics, cloning, of the idea that life can be...enhanced by science.  That imperfections in humanity can be removed to create the perfect species, one without fault, without defect."  The priest gave a bitter chuckle and said,"Chillingly similar to Hitler and the Third Reich isn't it?"   .  

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[tomastheshepard]

The priest peered at the woman, the figure ever shrouded in mystery, and he blinked.  She spoke similar to the Sarah Sheep, that was for sure.  Were they related?  he did not know.  In truth, they were both obscured by the fog of war.  He said, somewhat coldly,"Your name, it is Mrs. S is it not?  Tell me, what does the S stand for?"  Tomas tilted his head to the side and studied her some more.  

He mused,"You and I are alot alike, you know.  Figures hidden in the background, and yet, to some we are very visible indeed.  Tell me, ow do you see all of this....ending hmm?"  The priest's tone was one of curiosity, as he truly wished to know more about her.  He commented further,"You speak like the Sarah Sheep does...are you somehow related to it?"  This was a chance meeting after all and Tomas wanted to take every advantage that he could.  Of course, this could all end very badly, but he hoped that the bad things would come to this woman, and not himself.  

God help him, if this one had aided the Sheep, it would die just the same.   

[inboxideas]

My character has just been taken in for questioning by officers of a secret government agency. Send them questions they are being forced to answer in the interrogation room.

[tomastheshepard]

Mun: Are you now, or were you ever, or did you ever associate with a member of the Communist Party?

Muse:  Are you a Sheep?

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A NEW VIRUS FOUND!

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[deathology]

reblog if you want anonymous opinions of you

[tomastheshepard]

This had to be some sort of trap by the Sheep. Tomas just knew it. but, he wasn’t 100% sure, so there was nothing he could do until he knew more. The priest was holding the box of jello proclaiming a contest that guaranteed a chance to “see how it’s made!” He set the box of…

[tomastheshepard]

Tomas gestured to the box of jello.  He said,”This Child.  The Jello people are apparently having a contest where if you win, you can go visit a Jello factory.”  The priest thought once more we won’t win but it worth it yes. as he took as seat across from the box of jello and added,”Open it.”

The priest waited for Helena to tear into the box like a rabid jackal.because that was how she usually opened things, particularly boxes of things.  The priest folded his hands together, interlocking his fingers, and placed them on the table.  Nothing more to do now than wait.  .         

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“Oh!” This was one of the nice surprises then. Jello! And a contest! How nice of Tomas to buy her the jello. “Thank you, Tomas.” And how nice of the jello people to make the contest. She had never won anything before. Maybe she would win this. It would be so wonderful to see how jello was made. And maybe she could eat some too! There would be jello everywhere! And she could ask all her questions. Find out why it moved. Why it tasted so good. Why it was not good with sugar. Why it was all different colors. It would be wonderful!!

Her fingers shook as she tore into the box, tiny bits of it falling to the floor. Clawing at the box, she dug her fingernails into it, tearing tiny holes, then bigger and bigger ones. She growled a little at it. Maybe biting it would work. Ripping at one of the holes with her teeth, she tore the box open. Grinning, and spitting out chunks of the box, she set the little brown bag full of jello powder on the counter.

There were a lot of words written inside the box. Bending over it, she read them slowly to herself, one finger underneath each word. “Oh!” The box fell from her hands. “Oh, oh, Tomas. Tomas, we won! We are going to see where jello is made!” She grabbed his hands, squeezing them hard, to keep from flinging her arms around his neck and hugging him as hard as she could. Letting go, she dashed into her room, returning to the kitchen with shoes and coat on, his car keys dangling from one hand. “We go now, yes?” Holding out the keys, she hopped from one foot to the other, grinning.

[tomastheshepard]

The poor priest's eyebrows shot up and he grunted when the Angel squeezed his hands hard.  It hurt, a little.  She dashed into her room, grabbed her coat and shoes and was now holding the keys out to the van in front of her.  Tomas took them, but hold up a finger of caution.  They'd actually won and he could hardly believe it himself.  Tomas smiled and chuckled at Helena's pure utter excitement.  He said, or rather questioned,"What does the box say?"  

Did they have to go now?  As in, right then?  The priest picked up the box...or what was left of it and tried to avoid the places where Helena had bitten it open.  Reading it over himself, it seemed that yes, they did have to go right then.  Frowning as he read, because he didn't really want to be disturbed and wanted a more peaceful morning, which was now going to be utterly ruined, the priest rose and gesturing for her to lead the way said,"Yes Child, we go now."

He'd never seen this level of excitement out of Helena.  Maybe this could be useful for later.  Maybe they could turn killing the Sheep into some sort of contest...he'd have to talk that one over with...Maggie.  Joy.  The priest climbed into the van and sat there, staring out the windshield for a moment.  He glanced at Helena and said,"You will have to direct me Child.  I do not know where the jello factory is."  But apparently Toronto had one...so they were going to visit it.

Tomas started the van and drove as Helena directed him towards the massive warehouse like building.