<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ariel <br/><strong>Character Type:</strong> Archangel<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Good<br/><strong>Special Abilities (Not normally had by your type or unique to your character):</strong> Healer/Protector, Control of all the Elements but Fire. <br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>(http://www.outofaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Kate-Beckinsale-10.jpg)<br/><strong>History:</strong><br/><br/><em> “Is forgiveness easy, my Lord?” Ariel had asked as she walked with her Creator, looking down at the beings He had given His life to.<br/><br/>“No, Ariel,” He had said solemnly, “But forgiveness is needed. One day you will understand; sometimes things happen that will be out of your control, but trust Me; I have the control.” </em><br/><br/>War…She knew it would come eventually.<br/><br/>It was Ariel’s firm believe that everything happened for a reason, a purpose in the life all of them led. There were a lot of things out of her control; for example, being locked away in Hell with her brethrens, that was one of them. Hearing the demise of the Humans, that was another. But there was one thing within her control…and that was the belief that their Creator had NOT walked out on them. Something had happened to make God abandon them.<br/><br/>She had to find Him.<br/><br/>In the Heavens, Ariel had always been approached about her Intellect and her vast knowledge held within her heart and mind. She had also been known as the Healer, the one who Protected the Humans when they were sent on missions for their God. She had raised people from the dead, visited their dreams to give them warning…and had given them power over the elements when they needed it the most. It was what her God had commanded; and so she did it. She did not look down at the Humans with disgust, but with the same love and patience that He had shown them. After all, if they had been Created in His image, then it meant that He saw something worthy in them, didn't it? And Ariel was not one to question her Creator. Not like Lucifer had been.<br/><br/>When she had first heard the rumors of Lucifer uprising against their Creator, she hadn’t been shocked…she had been sad. How could he do that when He had done so much for them? He had given them life…and Lucifer was spiting on His honor. She had shunned him; when he had come to speak to her, she had ignored him. When he had tried tempting her, she had rebuked him. And God had favored her; had known she was not going to fall like the others. She had been worthy in His eyes. It had been her hope that Lucifer would have stopped the madness, would simply allow Him to do as He pleased and not question Him any longer. But it hadn't stopped; it had gotten worse. So much so that before they had known of his intention, Lucifer had rained down a battle within the Heavens...and he had taken many of their kind until he had been cast out. <br/><br/>And yet...here she was…fallen. Whether by force or voluntary, Ariel found herself in Hell, with her Brothers, wondering what was to happen to their existence. Lucifer wouldn’t dare kill them, she knew he would not. A misguided creature he was, but he was not going to slay the ones he had loved…he <em>still</em> loved. She had been questioned, she had been bribed and even tortured so that she could join their side, but Ariel had not spoken one word. She had not said anything, even when they had brought tears to her eyes, she hadn't cried out. She wouldn't speak to the ones she had loved before; just looked at Lucifer and Azazel in silence and let them see the pity in her eyes. She did pity them; their ignorance, their selfishness.<br/><br/>And the one person who had made hell tolerable...had been slain. There were whispers between the Brothers that Azrael had escaped; that he had found some way to escape Hell and would come and save them. But Ariel knew that wasn't true; <em>if</em> Azrael had escaped then he would not  bother to save them, he would do what God had created him to do and would bring Death down to those who deserved it. But...she knew he hadn't escaped. For she had heard from Azazel's very own lips, that Azrael was dead. The tears that had spilled down her cheeks had been without sound, the grief in her eyes obvious. She had loved him, favored him a bit more than her other Brothers...and he was dead.<br/><br/>Now Ariel <em>had</em> to get out; she had to finish what Lucifer had started.</span>