|Hayal (Scenesys ID: 8000)|
|Full Name:||Exiled Soldier of the Host|
|Occupation:||Soldier of Fortune|
|Citizenship:||The Silver City (Revoked)|
|Residence:||No Fixed Abode|
|Apparent Age:||Unknown||Actual Age:||Unknown|
|Date of Birth||1 January||Actor:||Paul Bettany|
|Height:||191 cm (6'3")||Weight:||77 kg (169 lb)|
|Hair Color:||Reddish Blond||Eye Color:||Blue|
|Theme Song:||"Dark Angel" by VNV Nation|
He was an angelic soldier of the Heavenly Host, who Fell for the sin of disobedience to orders....and in turn, left the Infernal Legion rather than torment humans. Now he's an immortal exile in the world of matter and men, doing his feeble best to pass for a mortal human, trapped between angels and demons, belonging to neither.
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His hair's a sandy reddish blonde, falling in waves past his shoulders. His features are regular, with level brows, pale blue eyes set deep, a long nose, and a thin mouth. The lines there are of a human nearing middle age....and perhaps surprisingly, they're more care-worn than harsh. In fact, there's nothing of cruelty or ferocity there at all.
He's taller than an average human, slender rather than massive. Broad in the shoulders, with square and capable hands. The only hint of the beauty usually granted the angelic is in his grace of movement, the kind to make dancers yearn in envy.
They were called into being in an instant - the first minds, the thoughts of God, pure messengers of his Will. And Hayal was among them, among the joyous witnesses to the process of creation, one of the stars of the morning, before that mantle became associated with one angel in particular, first and eldest, the Lightbearer.
He wasn't tasked with a specific facet of creation, but rather contented himself with observation and praise. The idea that he would be a warrior, occurred to none of them. For 'war' was an idea whose time had not yet come.
But then came Lucifer's rebellion and the war in Heaven....and Hayal, distraught, discovered his purpose. Worse yet, when the war was over, at least the initial battles, for surely it will be resumed at the end of Creation, he found he could not lay that role aside. A defender of humans against the wiles of Satan, he was the ceaseless opponent of the servants of Lucifer.
Until the day he was amongst those bidden destroy Sodom and Gomorrah, the first time he'd been turned on humans not only guilty, but innocent. For there were innocents in the Cities of the Plain.....and Hayal, faithful throughout the War, Fell rather than turn angelic fire on them.
His timing was less than optimal. Cast out from the Host for his refusal, he found himself viewed with enormous suspicion by most of the legions of Hell. If he was going to rebel, why hadn't he done it in the War? And concern for humans as the reason.... He didn't last long, only an aeon or so, having realized that he'd only traded frying pan for fire when it came to beings willing to torment humans. His refusal there got him cast out....with only the world of matter left as a place of exile.
He's wandered there for nearly a millennium, off and on, occasionally hiding and resting for decades in caves under the earth, or remote valleys in the mountains. Always observing humans with curiosity, slowly learning their ways. And in time, due to his nature, getting involved in their wars. Mostly trying to keep his nature hidden from those he fought alongside, but not always. But violence has always drawn him, try as he might to resist it.
It was easier in ancient times, when humans as well as angels wielded sword and shield and bow. He learned enough to pass for one of them for the length of a campaign, a war, picking sides depending on which seemed most likely to lead to a better future for the humans involved. As human weapons technology changed, it moved beyond the things he'd used as a soldier of the Host...and he was left playing catch up. He's many things, but a very fast learner is not among them. He's learned competence with more modern weapons, but he's really nothing exceptional....and his instincts remain firmly in favor of a hand-crafted beatdown.
He's an oddball by human standards....but he's capable of great love and affection, as well as staggering violence. But the drive to violence is counterbalanced by his reverent fascination for living things, their growth, their processes, their infinite variety. With the patience of an immortal, he's spent years watching the life of a single tree, millennia devoted to the erosion of a mountain range....but his great obsession is humanity.
He's dwelled among them, fought in their wars, healed in their hospitals, forever in search of the Divine's reasoning in granting mortal creatures in corruptible flesh a spark of creation. That they can not only reproduce their bodies, but have souls that hang in the balance between good and evil. He's no closer to his answer than he was, and no less enamored of the entire process.
He's not wholly indestructible. The physical matter he's taken on can be hurt, cut, or even destroyed, and it does cause him pain. But nearly any wound regenerates, though this material body heals only about twice as fast as a mortal's - and it can handle trauma that would send a human into shock and then death. He does not need to breathe, eat, drink or sleep. He can survive vacuum, high pressure, and extremes of temperature.
There's a reason nearly every angelic interaction in the Bible begins with the angel in question saying, "Fear not." For if he exposes even a fraction of his true nature, it's almost always enough to scare the daylights out of any given ordinary mortal. And if he's exerting himself to be frightening rather than reassuring, it's enough to more or less stop them cold. (OOCly, of course, this is with PC consent. If you think your character would have an IC reason to be able to resist this power, just say.)
The wings do work. He's taken on enough of earthly matter that he can't go past about Mach 1. But unless he's racing some of the other fliers, that's more than enough.
Even if he's somewhere stuck in the middle, he's still got a keen sense for the presence of his kindred on either side of the divide. He can sense the presence of an angel or demon - at what range depends on their power level. A demon thoroughly possessing a human might require him to be within less than a short city block to even get a whiff of. An archangel showing up in her full majesty will have his antennae tingling from up to six or seven miles away. They can also hide themselves from him with various kinds of magic.
This also extends to traces and origins. He might be able to touch an artifact and discern if it's angelic in nature, or stand in the presence of a human magician and tell that they've been trafficking with demons. In these cases, Hayal has to be within very close range - a medium-sized room or so, unless it's a very powerful artifact indeed.
He can, effectively, speak and understand the speech of pretty much every sort of sentient creature in Creation.
ALL THE WEAPONS
He's got expert-level facility with the human versions of the kind of weapons angels have used in battle since the start of creation: mostly blades and blunt trauma. Knives, sword, spears, clubs, and maces. The things humans have invented since then....not so much. He has a little experience with firearms and explosives, but he's basically competent, at best.
He's not a trained physician, but he's been on the battlefield with humans for centuries. He knows how to deal with the wounds they incur there, at least as the first level of support. He's at best the equivalent of an Army medic, not a genuine doctor.
HAND TO HAND
He doesn't need weapons to be deadly - Hayal's very capable of doing damage with bare hands and feet (and even, in the last ditch, wings). He's not an expert in any particular human martial art...and this is not to say that he's unbeatable by even humans - he can be distracted, make mistakes, or deliberately throw a fight like anyone else.
His current status in the angelic hierarchy may be nonexistent, but there are still plenty of individual angels who know him. While most would be dubious at best when it comes to helping a rebel in exile, there are a few who might. Same for the counterparts on the Infernal side.
While he doesn't need a home the way a human might and he certainly doesn't have the emotional attachment they would, he does have places that he returns to, in the world of matter. At the moment, he's got one in Brooklyn - a bare bones loft, with the advantage of rooftop access. A place where he can store what goods he might own, meditate, rest, and clean up.
It's taken him a long time to adapt to the modern world's obsession with documentation and IDs, but he's realized things are far, far easier if the System thinks you exist. So he's slowly built up a main identity sufficiently backstopped that he can pass the average background check. He's got a driver's license and a US passport, and entries in some basic databases. It is not, however, something that will stand up to very dedicated scrutiny. Not like a real spy's deep cover - someone looking hard will swiftly realize that Hayal Akhmatov, Israeli immigrant, is not who his documents say he is.
It took him a long time, but he finally grasped at least some of the concept of money, at least as a signification of value to mortals. He's worked as a mercenary of one sort or another, off and on, over the centuries...and as a being that has very few in terms of material needs, it's accumulated in various bank accounts. He's not rich, he's not more than 'comfortable'....but he also doesn't have a lot of the recurring expenses the average human does. So what he's saved from working as a soldier or PMC just sits there, generally.
Hey, he's an angel. He's immortal. He's nearly indestructible. What's to worry about? Plenty, that's what. Not that it occurs to Hayal often. He's cruising for a bruising on so many levels.
While he may have disavowed the rebel faction as hard as he did he Host, many a holy item or person classifies him as a kind of demon. So he's vulnerable to the rites that exorcise or compel or bind them, much weaker than either an unfallen angel or true demon. Saint's relics repel him, the prayers of the devout affect him, and spending time in a church unless he absolutely has to starts off as 'very unpleasant' and spirals up to 'screaming agony' within about a half an hour. This doesn't keep him from being stupidly fascinated with them.
Even aside from the social and political lack he deals with by being outcast - it's changed him a lot, physically. He can't endure things either unfallen angels or true demons can. He may not age, but he's far more easily destroyed. He doesn't have access to teleportation or raw destructive power or most of the supernatural abilities both the demonic and the angelic do. He can't defend himself very well from either side - his best bet when it comes to dealing with his former comrades in arms is to not be found in the first place, or to flee if he is. If he fears anything, it's having them come after them specifically, because even his knowledge of the world of matter won't keep him safe from them at all.
DRAWN TO VIOLENCE
Despite the odd choices he's made, ultimately, he was an angel of war. Made to be a destroyer, not one of the gentler spirits that urged living things to grow or kindled stars in distant galaxies. He may resist this nature and often has, but it's his bedrock, what he defaults to if he isn't careful.
Hayal's a one trick pony on a cosmic level. Does it involve death or destruction? He's there. Learning? Only slowly. Understanding of other aspects of creation? Nuh uh. He's been busy. Up until this enforced sojourn in matter, he was not been paying attention to what humans do when they aren't killing each other. He wasn't at God's elbow when Love was on the planning table. So the mortal world is bewildering, immensely so, on just about every level. He can read human communications in terms of bare understanding, but...even after all these years, he generally doesn't get it on the gut level.
Without the protection of a place in the celestial hierarchy, any idiot with a working knowledge of Enochian and a steady enough hand to draw a summoning circle can at least tug on his attention by using the angelic equivalent of 'To whom it may concern'. And far too many are ready to do so. Few are powerful enough to command him or bind him for long, but those magicians are out there. Without the protection of his brothers and sisters en masse, he's more vulnerable than one might think.
Hayal isn't really his Name, in the cosmic sense. It's only the Hebrew word for 'soldier' and his surname was a gift from a human in the 1920s. He's not a named angel, the way Michael and Raphael and Samael, et al. are. He was one of a myriad like him, identical to his brethren like fish in a school, until he questioned and Fell. It makes him strangely vulnerable to magicians, occultists, and both other angels and demons, for they don't need to know a specific name for the sake of enspelling or coercing him. He wasn't made an individual but claimed a kind of individuality on his own....and his insistence on being one runs subtly against his ultimate nature.
He doesn't belong to the Heavenly Host. He doesn't belong to the Infernal Legion. His nature remains angelic even though he's exiled to the realm of matter, he's not merely possessing a body like a demon or some angels. So he exists in a weird limbo, without the protection of kin or kind. A stranger to heaven and earth, as the poet put it.
Despite all the ages of watching humans destroy themselves - he's not callused or casual about human death. And it affects him with individuals rather than only mass casualties. It's only going to get worse, if that adjective applies to soft-heartedness, as he spends more time among humans. He's a sucker for them.
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|I Smell Like Who||November 19th, 2019||Angels appear in the oddest places! Steve meets Hayal while out on a run.|
|Fallen Feathers||October 21st, 2019||While fixing a Leyline crack, Felicia and Lucifer meet a fallen Angel: Hayal.|
|A Unusual Sight||October 18th, 2019||Zorro meets a birdman and a angel|
|Favors for Friends||September 20th, 2019||Summary needed|
|Loki Update||September 11th, 2019||Bucky speaks with May about Loki, they agree to let Barnes be the primary and sole point of contact with the sorcerer.|
|White Lies Wound||August 19th, 2019||Steve receives some unfortunate news from Bucky, but one thing is clear: the Brooklyn Boys are all for sticking their noses into trouble, even if it's served on a silver platter from a silver, forked tongue.|
|Two Birbs in a Bar||August 16th, 2019||Hayal and Castiel celebrate at Josies. Karen drops in, has a couple drinks, and ultimately, Cas volunteers to take her (and Hayal) to the ocean so that the birbs can fly.|
|Down By the Jersey Shore||August 10th, 2019||In which Hayal and Castiel ponder their purpose, and Castiel rediscovers his wings.|
|Hail Britannia||July 21st, 2019||Castiel finds Hayal a beach where they can enjoy the waves in private without fear of prying eyes. Instead, they bare their souls about the trials and tribulations of their relationship with humanity.|
|On the Docket (part Two)||July 13th, 2019||Castiel and Hayal approach Agent May to obtain proper identification for Castiel, and the angel gets more than he bargained for.|
|On the Docket (part One)||July 12th, 2019||An innocent frolic in the fountain at Central Park leads to a fistful of citations for Castiel and Hayal. Lucky Karen Page! She gets to deal with them.|
|To Every Thing..||July 3rd, 2019||Castiel arrives at Bucky's only to confront one Peggy Carter. No blood was shed. Bucky gets healed. Castiel does not stab Steve. Tea was had by all. How perfectly English.|
|Brother, Where Art Thou||June 23rd, 2019||Castiel hopes for some quiet contemplation at St. Peter's church, and instead finds himself dealing with a true believer (Matt), a truly Fallen (Hayal), and a true blue.. er, Kurt, who truly has no clue. May shows up to sort the the comedy of errors. It all turns out well-ish in the end. Welsh? Well-ish.|
|At the Dog Park||June 12th, 2019||Summary needed|
|Funnel Cake Fun||June 3rd, 2019||Summary needed|
|Why Do They Call It Angelfood Cake||June 2nd, 2019||Castiel brings a friend by the Trisk for lunch. Unannounced. Hilarity ensues. Complete with threats, guns, May's patented disappointed looks (tm), and admonishments to use the front door in the future. Also at gunpoint.|
|City of Angels||May 29th, 2019||Two angels meet by chance on the Brooklyn Bridge and find out they have more in common with one another than they realized.. and with humanity too.|
|Flying with the Angels||May 9th, 2019||Castiel meets another of his kind, to mixed results. Not to mention what Karen Page and Matthew Murdock have to say about the matter.|
|Angel of the Waters||May 8th, 2019||Summary needed|
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