Amora

Name: Amora.
Age: Ageless.
Group: Angel.

Appearance: Amora's species' true form is quoted to be "nothing less than that of holy righteous beings which are beautiful as well as hazardous, overwhelming, and terrifying all at the same time". Her true form is said to be as tall as a skyscraper and she has two large, white, feathered wings. Amora chose a blonde-haired female as her vessel. The vessel has very long, blonde hair (that Amora enjoys to colorize, just like her vessel used to); she was 5ft 1 inch tall and she seems to have a model-like, slim figure that is quite muscular. Her hair is naturally wavy but she sometimes like to straighten it. Her usual clothes are quite boy-like, she rarely changes her clothes - because she sees no need in it at times - and her usual outfit is this; but she can be seen wearing this.

Personality: Amora is generally a stereotypical 'sweetheart'. She is a playful and friendly character, whom is rarely seen with an angry expression on her face. She is always smiling, always positive. One thing that can tick her off is if someone is being mean to her or to someone she considers a friend - if that person is being mean or harmful, then Amora will strike them with full force of aggression, even if it isn't in her nature to be so angry and negative towards any sort of being (whether it is a Human or another Supernatural).

Amora can also have an aggressive and ruthless side of her that rarely comes into play. She can seem cold-hearted and selfish, when in reality she is a kind woman who will do absolutely anything to protect those she cherishes - and in the list of doing anything, she will even slaughter others to keep the people, whom she is protecting, safe.

History: Amora was created by God to be a Rit Zien. She was given specific powers of her class and grew up over the years, establishing what she had to do on the battlefield against the demons. She was a medic for all those wounded in war, she was able to heal and/or painlessly kill off the wounded from the wars.

The wars. Ah, weren't they the greatest? For Amora it was the worst time of her life. She had established a small friendship with a few angels and she sadly had to see them all die before her eyes. The look of their burnt wings made her sick and angry. She was sick and tired of the wars and she tried her best to keep going as the medic. She would heal and fight but she was no good really... well, that was what she thought, seeing as many angels died even if she tried her best to protect them.

For many years, Amora was brought up and trained to be the medic of the wars and she and other Rit Zien tried their best to establish some balance between casualties and the living. But it failed, badly. Amora was struck with high mounts of guilt and she ended up cracking and breaking down whilst in Heaven, seeing images of all the deceased corpses of her fellow brothers and sisters. She had a medical condition that most people on Earth would call PTSD, but she tried her hardest to conceal it from her brothers and sisters and even her own Father (God). But one day she snapped, screaming and wailing at nothing and her brothers and sisters took pity on her and Amora didn't like that...

Amora fled from Heaven in high hopes of finding a new life, trying to keep the sickening images out of her brain. She soon took on a vessel of a young woman who was brought up to believe in God. Amora soon learnt what it was really like to be a mortal - life was hard. She had been mugged by mad people, almost raped and murdered by others and she had experienced some Supernaturals who seemed to hate her guts... and she didn't like that, not one bit.

Amora soon found a small place in Colorado and she gained respect from those already established there and she learnt about emotions she never knew existed. Hatred was the only emotion she had already known before meeting all the normals there. She established a small apartment with a job as a retail store's cashier, where she won Employee of the Month every time because people just loved her personality and her work commitment. She was loving it here and she knew what God meant when he had brought up all angels to believe Humans were his greatest creation.

Strengths: Empathic, Kindhearted & Loyal.
Weaknesses: Nosy, Blunt & Clumsy.
Likes: Singing, Chocolate, Birds & Humans.
Dislikes: War, Coldhearted individuals, Demons & Cats.

-- OUT OF CHARACTER --

Name/Alias: Nemo.
How you found us: RPG Directory.
How long you have been rping for: 2 years.
Other characters here: N/A.
Anything else: N/A.

RP Sample: Diners. The source of nutrition for many Humans in America. Amora was always curious about diners and how exactly they got such a good reputation. She had been suggested by a few of her friends at work in the retail store that she should go and visit the local diner.

Amora impatiently walked into the diner, itching with excitement to taste the nice food the local diner could possibly offer. She went to a table and sat down, adjusting her t-shirt that liked to slip-up a lot when she sat down. She never understood the clothing that this vessel seemed to own, it was quite revealing chest-wise and she had a few skinny jeans and a lot of denim shorts, that showed off the vessel's slim legs.

Amora continued to think about many weird things her vessel liked, singing was the most interesting out of all of them. The vessel had the voice of an angel (*cough*) and she would always seem to automatically sing whenever she showered. It was confusing, to say the least, for Amora - but she got used to it and begun to thoroughly enjoy the singing that came out of her vessel's mouth.

Amora's thoughts were cut off as a skimpy-looking woman walked over. "What would ya like to order?" She asked, clearly chewing on some gum, moving it about around her mouth vigorously as she waited for Amora's answer. "I would like a burger and fries, please." She asked softly and quietly, showing her shy side to the stranger. The female waiter smirked. "Drink?" She asked and Amora blinked, wondering what to have. "Oh er, no thank you, miss." She answered gently. The woman nodded and walked off to place Amora's order; the diner seemed busy too, meaning Amora would have to wait awhile. Alone...