Logos
Mar 20, 2005 0:11:48 GMT -6
Post by Admin on Mar 20, 2005 0:11:48 GMT -6
Logos: The Eldest/Seraph of Fallen Glory/Angel of Sea and Time
Basic Personality: Logos is a smooth, often charming individual who suffers from a constant obsession which gives him an air of distractedness. His eons bound upon the Earth between Heaven and Hell have made him more than a little mad, though at first it seems little more than quirks. His morality and ethic compass have also been worn down. When focused upon his obsession, however, he can become very animated, and almost impossible to deflect from the subject, achieving a narrowness of thought you'll never see in him otherwise. Eventually, he calms down from these episodes, and when not in one, is more than capable of granting great wisdom and insight, if cryptic and spoken in a distracted manner...you might have to remind him of the subject a few times to get the full advice. Mostly noncombative, though not so much that he's incapable, or even unwilling. He simply attempts to resolve anything in other ways first. Known to speak in riddles on occassion, or in rhymes, or even in paradoxes...
Brief History: Logos is the Eldest. He is the oldest Angel in creation, the first formed from God's will. He watched the creation of the world, even aided in it, and knows all of it's laws like the back of his hand. He watched mankind form, watched over them, came to care for them. So when Lucifer came to him, with his rant on mankind, his sympathies for them, his ideals and ideas of rebellion, Logos sided with him, and fell. However, he was too powerful for God to banish to Hell, knew the dimensions far too well to have remained confined there even had God managed to do so. So he was simply confined to Earth, the Gates of Paradise forever closed to him, told that if he ever returned, the full might of the Heavenly Host would rise up and slay their eldest brother. So he has wandered since, always searching, learning what he can from the humanity he sacrificed so much for, and from his own experimentation, obsessed with returning to Heaven by a "backdoor", and having enough time to enact a ritual to make a small part of it his, so he could never be ejected again. He knew that going up to the Pearly Gates was suicide, and sadly shook his head when he heard of Lucifer's plans of war. He continues to this day to try everything he can think of to find a way into Heaven that wasn't foreseen by God and closed to him. Once, in recent millennia, in a fit of near-madness, he even tried something so simple as physically flying there. As he got higher and higher, the protection offered Earth's residents by it's atmosphere dissolved and lessened, and the sun's scorching rays burnt him and sent him plummeting into the sea, leaving his face scarred and his wings blackened. So was born the legend of Icarus. He has since embraced his now-darkened visage, and his sanity has suffered, his obsession taking over even more, and his tastes leaning far more towards the macabre.
Weakness(es): Insanity. Gullibility to any suggestion on a way to get to Heaven, just on the off chance. Obsession. Constant distraction.
Powers: Elemental Control: Logos can command any of the four elements to do his bidding, in nearly any fashion his imagination can devise. Small, local effects occur at will, instantly, and with as much potency as he desires. Larger effects, weather manipulation, natural disasters, take time, and concentration. The bigger the boom, the longer it takes and the harder it is for him to maintain focus that long.
Fade Into The Wind, Leap Into The Sky: Limited teleportation ability, spawned from his eternal experimentation to get back to Heaven. He need merely walk away, or leap into the air, and can instantly teleport up to half a mile away.
Communication: As a result of his extended stay on Earth, Logos has made good use of his time in learning every mortal language in existence, and still knows many that have faded from memory. He can also speak with any living creature, animal or yes, even plants. He can sometimes be heard speaking to rocks, but they don't say much. At least, nothing he's managed to figure out yet. He hasn't been here THAT long.
Monkish abilities: Damn near anything you've seen in a martial arts movie, this guy can do. Uber-jumping, badass martial arts, fast hands, crazy acrobatics/balancing, meditation and calm, Ki strikes, whatever. Found it useful to learn the vagaries of Chi, in the quest for any magic he could find, and finds martial arts more feasible for dealing with threats in the open than his more obvious, showy, and potent elemental powers.
Dimensional Mastery: Logos was there for the creation of everything. He knows how it all works. He can create small pocket dimensions with minimal effort, shift things around mostly as he pleases, tell if there are any dimensional disturbances nearby, aka other pocket dimensions, and how to get in them, and in general give quantum physicists severe migraines.
Magical Items: Burning Ambition: A great seven foot spear with an enourmous, barbed head on it. Think Angela's spear, those of you who read Spawn. Colors vary between black, burnished gold, violet, and blood red. At will, he can make another blade come out of the other end of the spear, making it a double-ended weapon, a nasty little surprise. Burning Ambition will literally burn whenever it's master desires, sometimes with blazing hot red fire, other times with blue fire so cold it flash-freezes anything it comes in contact with and shatters it.
Journal: A book with seemingly infinite pages. Logos created this in ancient times, before the fall. It contains within it a detailed account of all that he has experienced, but for all of that, seems no larger than a hardcover journal.
Normal Items: Simple clothing. Somewhat monkish, often of very ancient design. It varies. Often random, strange items that catch his interest for some reason or other, as keys or something else. Usually senseless.
Appearance: Logos is a little over six feet tall, well muscled as a professional martial artist would be who's trained his entire life. His skin is fairly tanned, showing faint scars on his face from the Icarus incident, appearing as tapering stripes from his eyes down and back along his face. Nigh-invisible in dim light. He has thick, blood-red hair that flows down to his ankles, and deep, DEEP sea-green eyes. His face is etherically beautiful, in the almost androgynous manner of the most ancient of angels, with the sculpted features of a greek god, the cheekbones on a native american, and a near-delicate appearance that could only be called Fae. His feathered wings, also blackened a deep charcoal by his scorching, are often not to be seen in mortal company. They retain an almost sad beauty and dignity, unless and until he is actually angered. Then shadowy energy wreathes them, tendrils bleeding off, writhing and lashing out like living things, as if looking for something to attack.
Basic Personality: Logos is a smooth, often charming individual who suffers from a constant obsession which gives him an air of distractedness. His eons bound upon the Earth between Heaven and Hell have made him more than a little mad, though at first it seems little more than quirks. His morality and ethic compass have also been worn down. When focused upon his obsession, however, he can become very animated, and almost impossible to deflect from the subject, achieving a narrowness of thought you'll never see in him otherwise. Eventually, he calms down from these episodes, and when not in one, is more than capable of granting great wisdom and insight, if cryptic and spoken in a distracted manner...you might have to remind him of the subject a few times to get the full advice. Mostly noncombative, though not so much that he's incapable, or even unwilling. He simply attempts to resolve anything in other ways first. Known to speak in riddles on occassion, or in rhymes, or even in paradoxes...
Brief History: Logos is the Eldest. He is the oldest Angel in creation, the first formed from God's will. He watched the creation of the world, even aided in it, and knows all of it's laws like the back of his hand. He watched mankind form, watched over them, came to care for them. So when Lucifer came to him, with his rant on mankind, his sympathies for them, his ideals and ideas of rebellion, Logos sided with him, and fell. However, he was too powerful for God to banish to Hell, knew the dimensions far too well to have remained confined there even had God managed to do so. So he was simply confined to Earth, the Gates of Paradise forever closed to him, told that if he ever returned, the full might of the Heavenly Host would rise up and slay their eldest brother. So he has wandered since, always searching, learning what he can from the humanity he sacrificed so much for, and from his own experimentation, obsessed with returning to Heaven by a "backdoor", and having enough time to enact a ritual to make a small part of it his, so he could never be ejected again. He knew that going up to the Pearly Gates was suicide, and sadly shook his head when he heard of Lucifer's plans of war. He continues to this day to try everything he can think of to find a way into Heaven that wasn't foreseen by God and closed to him. Once, in recent millennia, in a fit of near-madness, he even tried something so simple as physically flying there. As he got higher and higher, the protection offered Earth's residents by it's atmosphere dissolved and lessened, and the sun's scorching rays burnt him and sent him plummeting into the sea, leaving his face scarred and his wings blackened. So was born the legend of Icarus. He has since embraced his now-darkened visage, and his sanity has suffered, his obsession taking over even more, and his tastes leaning far more towards the macabre.
Weakness(es): Insanity. Gullibility to any suggestion on a way to get to Heaven, just on the off chance. Obsession. Constant distraction.
Powers: Elemental Control: Logos can command any of the four elements to do his bidding, in nearly any fashion his imagination can devise. Small, local effects occur at will, instantly, and with as much potency as he desires. Larger effects, weather manipulation, natural disasters, take time, and concentration. The bigger the boom, the longer it takes and the harder it is for him to maintain focus that long.
Fade Into The Wind, Leap Into The Sky: Limited teleportation ability, spawned from his eternal experimentation to get back to Heaven. He need merely walk away, or leap into the air, and can instantly teleport up to half a mile away.
Communication: As a result of his extended stay on Earth, Logos has made good use of his time in learning every mortal language in existence, and still knows many that have faded from memory. He can also speak with any living creature, animal or yes, even plants. He can sometimes be heard speaking to rocks, but they don't say much. At least, nothing he's managed to figure out yet. He hasn't been here THAT long.
Monkish abilities: Damn near anything you've seen in a martial arts movie, this guy can do. Uber-jumping, badass martial arts, fast hands, crazy acrobatics/balancing, meditation and calm, Ki strikes, whatever. Found it useful to learn the vagaries of Chi, in the quest for any magic he could find, and finds martial arts more feasible for dealing with threats in the open than his more obvious, showy, and potent elemental powers.
Dimensional Mastery: Logos was there for the creation of everything. He knows how it all works. He can create small pocket dimensions with minimal effort, shift things around mostly as he pleases, tell if there are any dimensional disturbances nearby, aka other pocket dimensions, and how to get in them, and in general give quantum physicists severe migraines.
Magical Items: Burning Ambition: A great seven foot spear with an enourmous, barbed head on it. Think Angela's spear, those of you who read Spawn. Colors vary between black, burnished gold, violet, and blood red. At will, he can make another blade come out of the other end of the spear, making it a double-ended weapon, a nasty little surprise. Burning Ambition will literally burn whenever it's master desires, sometimes with blazing hot red fire, other times with blue fire so cold it flash-freezes anything it comes in contact with and shatters it.
Journal: A book with seemingly infinite pages. Logos created this in ancient times, before the fall. It contains within it a detailed account of all that he has experienced, but for all of that, seems no larger than a hardcover journal.
Normal Items: Simple clothing. Somewhat monkish, often of very ancient design. It varies. Often random, strange items that catch his interest for some reason or other, as keys or something else. Usually senseless.
Appearance: Logos is a little over six feet tall, well muscled as a professional martial artist would be who's trained his entire life. His skin is fairly tanned, showing faint scars on his face from the Icarus incident, appearing as tapering stripes from his eyes down and back along his face. Nigh-invisible in dim light. He has thick, blood-red hair that flows down to his ankles, and deep, DEEP sea-green eyes. His face is etherically beautiful, in the almost androgynous manner of the most ancient of angels, with the sculpted features of a greek god, the cheekbones on a native american, and a near-delicate appearance that could only be called Fae. His feathered wings, also blackened a deep charcoal by his scorching, are often not to be seen in mortal company. They retain an almost sad beauty and dignity, unless and until he is actually angered. Then shadowy energy wreathes them, tendrils bleeding off, writhing and lashing out like living things, as if looking for something to attack.