Moriel Adlai Sarid

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Character Name;;

[/color]Moriel Adlai Sarid
Nicknames;;[/color] Mori
Race;;[/color] fallen
Gender;;[/color] male
Age;;[/color] 583
Sexuality;;[/color] pansexual
Place of Birth;;[/color] heaven, fell into Mecca
Birthday;;[/color] fell on May 24, 1429
Occupation;;[/color] lighthouse keeper
Type of Fallen;;[/color] watcher of wisdom
Wing Colour;;[/color] cream threading
Power;;[/color] Elemental manipulation - Like all watchers, Mori has the ability to manipulate the elements. He favors water and is strong enough to manipulate ocean currents to some extent. He has a decent handle on air, too, but he absolutely sucks at fire manipulation.
Wisdom abilities - Because he is a watcher of wisdom, Mori has a tap into a psychological well of human experience and knowledge, allowing him to access information that humankind has produced or discovered.
Psionic Blast - Though he hates to use it, his ability to create a psionic blast is one of Mori's strongest defenses. When he must use it, it is a rather effective, focused blast. There are very few circumstances under which he would allow himself to create one strong enough to kill. For the most part, he views it as a deterrent against those who might try to challenge him.

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Hair Colour;;

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Eye Colour;;[/color] dark blue
Height;;[/color] 5'11"
Weight;;[/color] 157 lbs
Build/Complexion;;[/color] medium build, average musculature; tan
Description;;[/color] Moriel's expression is one of perpetual calm and he carries himself in the manner of a man who is unshakable. He has a way of looking at someone that tends to intimidate others, though on the occasion that he smiles, it is warm and welcoming.

He usually wears either a dress shirt and tie or something more casual like a sweater. He's not much for keeping with fashion trends, but he does like to look nice and keeps himself fairly well-groomed. Mori is also in the habit of keeping his wings out more often than most fallen. He finds it more comfortable. He has no need to keep weapons on his person and dislikes them in any case.

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Likes;;

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• the sea
  
• meditation
  
• quiet
  
• ideas
  
• offering council
  

Dislikes;;[/color]

• needless violence
  
• ignorance
  
• cruelty
  
• demons
  
• recklessness
  

Fears;;[/color]

• That people will never learn and will destroy themselves
  
• That he will lead someone astray
  
• That his disillusionment will lead him to become a demon
  

Ambitions;;[/color]

• To see the war in Alderford end
  
• To council humanity to a time of peace
  
• To be able to fall in love, no matter how many loves he outlives
  

Secrets;;[/color]

• He shed obscene amounts of blood during the Mongol Invasion
  
• He killed a woman that he was married to, at her request, because she was dying a slow, painful death
  
• He is plagued by questions even he doesn't have the answers to
  

Personality;;[/color] Mori is a model of serenity and sobriety. He is rarely surprised or bothered, taking everything with a detached sort of calm. Everything, in his mind, can be approached with logic and reason. Despite this, he also understands that information and logic alone cannot account for human actions, and likes to get to know people, to understand their psychology better. He is very good at reading people.

Others have always come to him for council, and he gives it gladly, though he refuses to do the work for them. He often speaks in vague or metaphorical terms, insisting that others find their own paths. When alone, he relaxes and contemplates, makes himself some tea, and watches the sea from the lighthouse.

He has been married many times during his time on Earth, and loved all of his wives deeply. Some immortals have been reluctant to love mortals, but he is happy to spend a human lifespan of love with one person, say goodbye to them when their time comes, and love again when he is ready.


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History;;

[/color] In my Father's house there are many mansions. There I lived an uncountable age. Uncountable, because it was before time, before numbers, before an entity existed that could count on its fingers, one, two, three, four... I loved my Father and all of my brothers and sisters, other angels. And then time began. Father created humans, and they were...fascinating. Persistent, creative, innovative, I watched them with adoration and curiosity. I was given the job of watching over their ideas, their creations. It was a job I was happy to take on.

Over the years, I sent visions and guidance to countless great thinkers of their race. I was devastated at the fall of the Roman Empire, and feared humanity might fall back into darkness and ignorance. But then, just when Europe's bleakness reached its hollowest depths, I saw a light in the East. Those who called my Father 'Allah' had sprung forward in thought. Great astronomers, mathematicians, and philosophers came to prominence. They prayed to our family for guidance, and so eager was I to usher on their movement that I bid heaven goodbye and went to Earth to be among them.

Most of the 15th and 16th centuries, I spent in the Middle East, guiding the great thinkers and rulers who would accept my council. I enjoyed my time there greatly. During this time, I was married three times, to beautiful, kindhearted women. My second wife bore five sons and two daughters for me, the third died bearing our second daughter. It was through my dear friend, the Sultan Mehmed IV and his Grand Vizier, Köprülü Mehmed Pasha, that I was introduced to King Nathaniel IV. We became very amicable colleagues, and I was pleased to hear that he himself was a nephilim, descended from an angel. I bid farewell to the Ottomans and moved to Alderford with my only surviving child at that time - my daughter, Rawiya. She was nearly fifty.

The king was interested in expanding the city of Carford, which had been stunted by its dangerous waters. I assisted him in arranging the clearing of the harbor and the construction of the King's Lighthouse. After my daughter died, I married a young woman from Alderres and moved into the lighthouse with her, taking the job of lighthouse keeper.

That was 1635. I have been here in Carford ever since, and have lived here with ten different wives, two male lovers, and many children. I have outlived them all, except for a son and daughter who are grown now. I sent them to be educated away from the war. I attempted to moderate the argument between the princes, but neither would see reason. And so I have sat in this lighthouse and watched the blood flow- centuries of violence and strife for a little bit of land.

Role-Play Sample;;[/color] Oh God, oh God, oh God. Ackley was going to drop something, he was going to fall, he was going to do something to make himself look stupid, he knew it. He hurried down the hall, a tower of books in his arms, sandwiched between his hands and his chin, obscuring his view. And if he didn't get them all back to the library before it closed, his English teacher was going to get in trouble, which meant he was going to be in trouble.

Ackley kept close to the wall, hoping that anyone who saw him would just wise up and keep out of the way of the teetering beanstalk. It didn't occur to him that anyone would be sitting in the hall. His foot caught on something - a leg - and he lurched forward, the books cascading onto the floor in front of him, followed by a large, squirming bundle of clothes.

Unsure what he was this time, the creature just clawed his way through the clothes, upward toward the light. Huffing and squeaking, the little white-flippered penguin clamored its way out of the neck of his shirt, looking thoroughly irritated.

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