Ramiel Abel
Mar 30, 2015 20:59:22 GMT -5
Post by ramiel on Mar 30, 2015 20:59:22 GMT -5
NAME: Ramiel Abel
AGE: 17 years old
GENDER: Male
SCHOOLING YEAR: First year
SPECIES: Human
PLACE OF ORIGIN: United-States
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Ramiel by every mean seems like a regular 17 years old boy, working hard at school without being so obsessed with results that he’d push himself over the edge, only a bit above average because he thinks he has to be and forces himself just enough to be there. Despite all this, he is much more intuitive and street smart than book smart, which is why even if he tries to be better, it requires a lot out of him even if it is by no mean impossible to reach.
As for how he acts with others, he’s rather nice and polite, adapting to how others act around him in most situations. If you seem hostile, he’ll be quick to avoid you as he isn’t searching for an argument to turn sour. He was never really a fighter but now more than ever he seems to avoid conflicts that he deems too intense.
Rather introvert, he is still open to making friends but just seems to have very clear limits on his privacy or closeness in general. He doesn’t talk a whole lot in details about himself or why he came to this school, but if confronted about it he’ll spill the beans. He’d just rather not if he can avoid it.
LIKES: Feeling happy and safe around people, calm and peace, the or coffee while it rains, softer and nicer things as it helps him relax
DISLIKES: Fights, rude or brash people, huge groups of people
STRENGTHS: If put in a dangerous situation, he will manage to defend himself more than well ; if not in danger or feeling threatened pretty good at solving conflicts ; rather durable and patient
WEAKNESSES: Easily frightened by a few things ; doesn’t always really voice how he feels even if he’s mad or bitter ; quite hard to get really angry, but if you do manage he will show nearly no regret and be rather cold
FEARS: Knifes, he got used to seeing them as it’s hard not to but cannot stand anyone holding one in front of him, he’ll excuse himself ; Losing himself and becoming a puppet for all the spirits and demons flying around
POWER(S): Made a deal with a very powerful demon/spirit. Is a Schrödinger human, a walking portal between two worlds.
On his own cannot do a whole lot. Has heightened senses and able to see otherworldly beings quite easily. Seem to have a sixth sense and feel strong auras and energy and such.
When possessed, the demon Ada (also named Adie) seems more restricted but still pretty powerful. Able to light small fire of red or blue colors with a simple snap of their fingers within 10-15 meters, or throw it at people. Able to levitate a few feet over the ground but doesn’t have great control over Ramiel’s body as they would on their own. Much more strong and experienced in fighting, whether by hand or with weapons. Can induce hallucinations if the opponent’s mind is too weak, as their powers aren’t as great as in the Mindscape.
Also when under Adie's influence, his eyes seem more blue, the sclera turning completly bright blue when he uses magic or under the influence of strong emotion in that form.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Standing at a 5”8, Ramiel seems slim if not thin, hard to tell as he doesn’t wear skin thin outfits. With dark brown eyes and as dark brown hair, he has a tanned skin. While not as tan as his mother, he’s not exactly as white as his father either. He has a discreet undercut, his long wavy locks falling a bit in his hair but fluffy enough to keep a nice shape, as they’re not really thin thankfully enough.
Perhaps the most unique thing about Ramiel is his prosthetic right arm, as he lost his’ a few years ago. He tries to hide it and dislike explaining how it happened. He is however left handed so he can still write and handle things just fine. If you were to see him without any shirt, you’d see he seems in a rather good shape, not a whole lot of muscle but lacking a tad of fat. He feels complexed by it and prefers not to show it all too much either.
The other rather unique thing are the two seal applied directly onto his skin as what nearly looks like weird tattoo. The bigger one, in form of a demon wheel, is plastered directly over his left breast over his heart. Weird writing and a few signs are engraved onto what nearly looks like a summoning wheel but with a few twists. The other one is on his right shoulder blade, looking quite alike to the first one but smaller, and with a few different markings.
Clothes alike, he wears hoodies, beanies, sweaters and whatever falls in his hands, nothing really eccentric and usually goes for a more casual yet comfortable style.
PLAYBY: ((THIS IS OPTIONAL)) I’ll rather put a reference to his hair as it’s a bit hard to describe: s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/26/57/4b/26574b32aa727cdd9ba2883094353e97.jpg
HISTORY: Ramiel was a regular boy who grew up in a rather modest but happy family in the United States. When it came time for him to go to highschool, his parents, while not rich, had worked hard to get him a place into a private school where he would have a possibly better future. He wasn’t a huge fan of the place or the others students but he sucked it in and tried his best to work hard and fit in with them all. He had trouble getting along with all the others kids, but he finally managed over time to make some “friends”.
He didn’t find them really honest or nice either but they were popular enough for him to get by so he followed the movement. After all, how bad could it get?
One night, when he was but 15 years old, they were all gathered in the supply part of the school, empty at this hour. They had time to kill, and the leader of the group being apparently obsessed with demonic stuff and summoning theories, had his own book and proposed to summon a spirit. The others quickly followed, finding the idea entertaining and agreeing at the idea of jokingly summoning anything.
Grabbing some chalks and salt, they quickly traced the circle on the ground rather nicely, and placed themselves in a circle around it as instructed.
Ramiel was chosen, against his will, to be the “sacrifice”. Of course he felt uncomfortable about the whole deal and tried to weasel his way out of it, but eventually agreed, reassured by the others it would be for shit and giggles anyway. Giving in, he laid down in the middle of the circle as the leader of the group started chanting the incantations, the others humming in unison.
And then everything went South.
The “leader” of It all slipped a knife out of his pants and straddled Ramiel, stabbing him right next to the heart. The world froze for a moment, as if suspended in time as the others stared in awe, even the young mixed race boy in shock. Then he forced the weapon out of the wound and back up in his shoulder, and it all became chaos. There was nothing but flashes of the kid stabbing him again and again, his own screams and cries of pain drowned out in his skull, the pain tearing him apart as tears rolled down his cheeks, unable to push the other boy away.
The other kids panicked and screamed bloody murder, getting up and breaking instantly the ritual. However it had already been halfway completed, the dying child sacrifice being but the link between the two planes of existence, between death and life. A bright green flash exploded around the room, blinding everyone including the leader of the group who stumbled backward and off of him, as he was already being pulled away by two of the other students.
Ramiel both died and survived that night. He became the Schrödinger human, neither alive nor dead, stuck in between the two worlds and so a walking portal between the both of them. It was as if his soul existed and yet didn’t, allowing anyone and anything to pass through him or inside of him without needing any ritual, incantation or even permission.
Perhaps this is what allowed him to keep his heart somehow beating while he was draining of his blood. When the doctors arrived, the whole room seemed to have been trashed, the knife dislodged from the wound and thrown up against a wall as the other kids were standing outside traumatised. He was saved, but his right arm had to be amputated, the wounds having severed too many nerves and muscles for it to be salvageable.
In the following year, he gained a prosthetic and closed up to everyone, having trouble getting up from his feet after what had happened. He transferred to another school, his family moving to a much calmer, smaller city. However, nobody knew how to handle the weird things that happened to him sometimes. He was possessed and used as a puppets by multiples spirits and ghosts, either for harmless things or harmful ones, putting him on the spots and in a whole lot of trouble much more than once. His family searched for solution, drawn seals and paid whoever could protect their son. It didn’t fully work, merely keeping away the more dangerous beings that would physically hurt him to a no point return.
He was 16 when it happened. Crying in his room, curled up in the corner of his bed, his dignity having been lost long ago and no longer caring about keeping up appearances. Bruises blossomed from his skin, from the hits of the men he had apparently pranked earlier today. Of course, he hadn’t, but whoever or whatever had been using his body had and left him to receive the consequences. He couldn’t take this anymore. His life was a living hell and he wanted to die, wanted to off himself if he even could because every single day was hellish, blacking out and coming back to himself having done something terrible every single time.
Then it appeared. Indescribable, bright blue eyes round and shining in the dark, sharp teeth aligned in a ear-to-ear smirk. “Wanna make a deal kiddo?” It slithered, as smooth and intimating of a hissing snake. He stood there in shock, his heart stopping- had it ever beaten since then anyway? – fear slipping through every pore of his body as he could utter some words, both curious and terrified as if attracted to the powerful entity without any clear explanation.
“A deal?”
“Yes, a deal.”
“What type of deal?”
“Very simple.” The smirk widened, a long thin finger pressed against the boy’s chest, his breath sharpening and cutting abrupt as he nearly felt himself tear up again.
“I protect you, stop all the others from possessing you or passing through you…. And in return, you only have to allow me to use your body whenever I please.”
“My- my body?” He whispered, breathless.
“Yes. Like my personal vessel!”
“How….How do I know you’re not planning to- to hurt or kill me?” He nearly hiccupped, quickly rubbing away the tears with his sleeve.
“Because if I did, I’d be breaking our deal! And after all…why would I ask for a vessel only to kill it off later? …So, what do you say?”
It extended its hand, blue fire surrounding it as it only kept on grinning widely to the boy.
And Ramiel shook it.
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A year later his parents received a letter inviting their son to the magic school in which he would be protected, learn to control his newfound abilities and perhaps finally find some inner peace. While hesitant, they then decided to send him there as both the school he had been going to and they were growing more and more unable to deal with Ramiel and the spirit inhabiting him, asked for his opinion. He quickly agreed. He knew just how hard this hard been on them, and he felt enough of a burden and mess as it was. They shouldn’t have to deal with this until it was finally under control.
“I know you- don’t normally accept any kind of negative or dangerous being on the school grounds but… But I need her- or I would be even – even more dangerous.” He stuttered nervously to the headmistress, anxious to be in this whole new world. Looking up, he bit on the inside of his cheek as he hoped she would understand, as he had explained it all to her as painful as it had been.
FAMILY: He has an American father and a mother of Arabic origins, though he grew up in America himself. He’s an only child, and is bound to the demon Ada, also self-named Adie.
OTHER RELEVANT INFORMATION: He tries to ignore Ada during the day not to look crazy but often ends up whispering back to her or glaring to his side where she mostly likely is floating.
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AGE: 17 years old
GENDER: Male
SCHOOLING YEAR: First year
SPECIES: Human
PLACE OF ORIGIN: United-States
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Ramiel by every mean seems like a regular 17 years old boy, working hard at school without being so obsessed with results that he’d push himself over the edge, only a bit above average because he thinks he has to be and forces himself just enough to be there. Despite all this, he is much more intuitive and street smart than book smart, which is why even if he tries to be better, it requires a lot out of him even if it is by no mean impossible to reach.
As for how he acts with others, he’s rather nice and polite, adapting to how others act around him in most situations. If you seem hostile, he’ll be quick to avoid you as he isn’t searching for an argument to turn sour. He was never really a fighter but now more than ever he seems to avoid conflicts that he deems too intense.
Rather introvert, he is still open to making friends but just seems to have very clear limits on his privacy or closeness in general. He doesn’t talk a whole lot in details about himself or why he came to this school, but if confronted about it he’ll spill the beans. He’d just rather not if he can avoid it.
LIKES: Feeling happy and safe around people, calm and peace, the or coffee while it rains, softer and nicer things as it helps him relax
DISLIKES: Fights, rude or brash people, huge groups of people
STRENGTHS: If put in a dangerous situation, he will manage to defend himself more than well ; if not in danger or feeling threatened pretty good at solving conflicts ; rather durable and patient
WEAKNESSES: Easily frightened by a few things ; doesn’t always really voice how he feels even if he’s mad or bitter ; quite hard to get really angry, but if you do manage he will show nearly no regret and be rather cold
FEARS: Knifes, he got used to seeing them as it’s hard not to but cannot stand anyone holding one in front of him, he’ll excuse himself ; Losing himself and becoming a puppet for all the spirits and demons flying around
POWER(S): Made a deal with a very powerful demon/spirit. Is a Schrödinger human, a walking portal between two worlds.
On his own cannot do a whole lot. Has heightened senses and able to see otherworldly beings quite easily. Seem to have a sixth sense and feel strong auras and energy and such.
When possessed, the demon Ada (also named Adie) seems more restricted but still pretty powerful. Able to light small fire of red or blue colors with a simple snap of their fingers within 10-15 meters, or throw it at people. Able to levitate a few feet over the ground but doesn’t have great control over Ramiel’s body as they would on their own. Much more strong and experienced in fighting, whether by hand or with weapons. Can induce hallucinations if the opponent’s mind is too weak, as their powers aren’t as great as in the Mindscape.
Also when under Adie's influence, his eyes seem more blue, the sclera turning completly bright blue when he uses magic or under the influence of strong emotion in that form.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Standing at a 5”8, Ramiel seems slim if not thin, hard to tell as he doesn’t wear skin thin outfits. With dark brown eyes and as dark brown hair, he has a tanned skin. While not as tan as his mother, he’s not exactly as white as his father either. He has a discreet undercut, his long wavy locks falling a bit in his hair but fluffy enough to keep a nice shape, as they’re not really thin thankfully enough.
Perhaps the most unique thing about Ramiel is his prosthetic right arm, as he lost his’ a few years ago. He tries to hide it and dislike explaining how it happened. He is however left handed so he can still write and handle things just fine. If you were to see him without any shirt, you’d see he seems in a rather good shape, not a whole lot of muscle but lacking a tad of fat. He feels complexed by it and prefers not to show it all too much either.
The other rather unique thing are the two seal applied directly onto his skin as what nearly looks like weird tattoo. The bigger one, in form of a demon wheel, is plastered directly over his left breast over his heart. Weird writing and a few signs are engraved onto what nearly looks like a summoning wheel but with a few twists. The other one is on his right shoulder blade, looking quite alike to the first one but smaller, and with a few different markings.
Clothes alike, he wears hoodies, beanies, sweaters and whatever falls in his hands, nothing really eccentric and usually goes for a more casual yet comfortable style.
PLAYBY: ((THIS IS OPTIONAL)) I’ll rather put a reference to his hair as it’s a bit hard to describe: s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/26/57/4b/26574b32aa727cdd9ba2883094353e97.jpg
HISTORY: Ramiel was a regular boy who grew up in a rather modest but happy family in the United States. When it came time for him to go to highschool, his parents, while not rich, had worked hard to get him a place into a private school where he would have a possibly better future. He wasn’t a huge fan of the place or the others students but he sucked it in and tried his best to work hard and fit in with them all. He had trouble getting along with all the others kids, but he finally managed over time to make some “friends”.
He didn’t find them really honest or nice either but they were popular enough for him to get by so he followed the movement. After all, how bad could it get?
One night, when he was but 15 years old, they were all gathered in the supply part of the school, empty at this hour. They had time to kill, and the leader of the group being apparently obsessed with demonic stuff and summoning theories, had his own book and proposed to summon a spirit. The others quickly followed, finding the idea entertaining and agreeing at the idea of jokingly summoning anything.
Grabbing some chalks and salt, they quickly traced the circle on the ground rather nicely, and placed themselves in a circle around it as instructed.
Ramiel was chosen, against his will, to be the “sacrifice”. Of course he felt uncomfortable about the whole deal and tried to weasel his way out of it, but eventually agreed, reassured by the others it would be for shit and giggles anyway. Giving in, he laid down in the middle of the circle as the leader of the group started chanting the incantations, the others humming in unison.
And then everything went South.
The “leader” of It all slipped a knife out of his pants and straddled Ramiel, stabbing him right next to the heart. The world froze for a moment, as if suspended in time as the others stared in awe, even the young mixed race boy in shock. Then he forced the weapon out of the wound and back up in his shoulder, and it all became chaos. There was nothing but flashes of the kid stabbing him again and again, his own screams and cries of pain drowned out in his skull, the pain tearing him apart as tears rolled down his cheeks, unable to push the other boy away.
The other kids panicked and screamed bloody murder, getting up and breaking instantly the ritual. However it had already been halfway completed, the dying child sacrifice being but the link between the two planes of existence, between death and life. A bright green flash exploded around the room, blinding everyone including the leader of the group who stumbled backward and off of him, as he was already being pulled away by two of the other students.
Ramiel both died and survived that night. He became the Schrödinger human, neither alive nor dead, stuck in between the two worlds and so a walking portal between the both of them. It was as if his soul existed and yet didn’t, allowing anyone and anything to pass through him or inside of him without needing any ritual, incantation or even permission.
Perhaps this is what allowed him to keep his heart somehow beating while he was draining of his blood. When the doctors arrived, the whole room seemed to have been trashed, the knife dislodged from the wound and thrown up against a wall as the other kids were standing outside traumatised. He was saved, but his right arm had to be amputated, the wounds having severed too many nerves and muscles for it to be salvageable.
In the following year, he gained a prosthetic and closed up to everyone, having trouble getting up from his feet after what had happened. He transferred to another school, his family moving to a much calmer, smaller city. However, nobody knew how to handle the weird things that happened to him sometimes. He was possessed and used as a puppets by multiples spirits and ghosts, either for harmless things or harmful ones, putting him on the spots and in a whole lot of trouble much more than once. His family searched for solution, drawn seals and paid whoever could protect their son. It didn’t fully work, merely keeping away the more dangerous beings that would physically hurt him to a no point return.
He was 16 when it happened. Crying in his room, curled up in the corner of his bed, his dignity having been lost long ago and no longer caring about keeping up appearances. Bruises blossomed from his skin, from the hits of the men he had apparently pranked earlier today. Of course, he hadn’t, but whoever or whatever had been using his body had and left him to receive the consequences. He couldn’t take this anymore. His life was a living hell and he wanted to die, wanted to off himself if he even could because every single day was hellish, blacking out and coming back to himself having done something terrible every single time.
Then it appeared. Indescribable, bright blue eyes round and shining in the dark, sharp teeth aligned in a ear-to-ear smirk. “Wanna make a deal kiddo?” It slithered, as smooth and intimating of a hissing snake. He stood there in shock, his heart stopping- had it ever beaten since then anyway? – fear slipping through every pore of his body as he could utter some words, both curious and terrified as if attracted to the powerful entity without any clear explanation.
“A deal?”
“Yes, a deal.”
“What type of deal?”
“Very simple.” The smirk widened, a long thin finger pressed against the boy’s chest, his breath sharpening and cutting abrupt as he nearly felt himself tear up again.
“I protect you, stop all the others from possessing you or passing through you…. And in return, you only have to allow me to use your body whenever I please.”
“My- my body?” He whispered, breathless.
“Yes. Like my personal vessel!”
“How….How do I know you’re not planning to- to hurt or kill me?” He nearly hiccupped, quickly rubbing away the tears with his sleeve.
“Because if I did, I’d be breaking our deal! And after all…why would I ask for a vessel only to kill it off later? …So, what do you say?”
It extended its hand, blue fire surrounding it as it only kept on grinning widely to the boy.
And Ramiel shook it.
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A year later his parents received a letter inviting their son to the magic school in which he would be protected, learn to control his newfound abilities and perhaps finally find some inner peace. While hesitant, they then decided to send him there as both the school he had been going to and they were growing more and more unable to deal with Ramiel and the spirit inhabiting him, asked for his opinion. He quickly agreed. He knew just how hard this hard been on them, and he felt enough of a burden and mess as it was. They shouldn’t have to deal with this until it was finally under control.
“I know you- don’t normally accept any kind of negative or dangerous being on the school grounds but… But I need her- or I would be even – even more dangerous.” He stuttered nervously to the headmistress, anxious to be in this whole new world. Looking up, he bit on the inside of his cheek as he hoped she would understand, as he had explained it all to her as painful as it had been.
FAMILY: He has an American father and a mother of Arabic origins, though he grew up in America himself. He’s an only child, and is bound to the demon Ada, also self-named Adie.
OTHER RELEVANT INFORMATION: He tries to ignore Ada during the day not to look crazy but often ends up whispering back to her or glaring to his side where she mostly likely is floating.
