Otherworlde: Jinx (Year One)

Sorry about the shitty picture. I really cannot draw. He's just...so mangled.

Basic Information

Name: Jinx (is real name is Jehrahmiel, but he keeps this a secret)
Age: 1737 (He appears to be around 17)
Height: 4'6”
Species: Fallen Angel
Abilities:
-Extremely limited Shadowmancy. (he doesn't know how to control it.)
-Good Aim

Academic Information

Level: Beginner
Current Classes: MDC 101, MDC 103, CHR 101
Passed Classes: N/A
Experience: N/A

Personal Information

Likes:
He likes the dark, thus night time and days when clouds cover the sky are his favorites.
Alone time. People make him more than a little nervous. That's not to say that he doesn't like them, because as a general rule he does. It's just that he has been so long removed from humans, that he doesn't really know how to act around them anymore. Thus he is more self-conscious around others than he is when he is all alone.
Quiet. He is very jumpy when it comes to loud sounds, so he much prefers the quiet. However, he is not a big fan of silence. He finds it rather unnerving. He likes background noise, just so long as it is not overly loud.
Animals. He quite likes animals, and they were at one time, quite found of him. He enjoys their company so much due to the fact that they are such pure and innocent creatures who rarely if ever hurt each other out of anger or spite. However, after he was cast out, animals seem to be afraid of him and often times go out of their way to avoid him.
Rainstorms. He loves the way everything looks softer when it rains and loves the sound of rain against the ground. It is something that claims him down immensely when he is feeling nervous.

Dislikes:
Bullies. He despises people who pick on others. He has seen too many people picked on and hurt over his many years. He hated seeing it then, but was unable to do anything about it at the time, due to the Angelic Code of Non-Interference. However, now that he isn't restricted by any rules, people picking on other is something up with which he will not put.
Crowds. Large crows of people bother him, because they tend to be very noisy.
Snakes. He found them creepy and repulsive back when he was friends with Saraph and he finds them creepy and repulsive now. Snakes, along with insects are the only animals he does not like.
Pain. He has a VERY low pain tolerance.
Conflicts. He never was a fan of fighting and likes to avoid conflicts as much as in can. For all intents and purposes he is a pacifist and would much rather use his words than his fists. However, when the time comes to fight, if he must, he will.
Comments made about his height. He hates being called short. He will probably just become rather upset and may actually cry if you are mean enough to him. However, if you catch him in one of this exceedingly rare bad moods, he may attempt to bite you.
He is not very fond of loud sounds, such as thunder or slamming doors. They make him very jumpy.

Fears:
One of his greatest fears is that someone will discover his wings. They are, in their current state, broken, mangled even. Broken wings are the telltale sign of a fallen angel, and angles, as a race, are proud beings. Falling from grace is THE ultimate source of shame for an angel. Thus having his ruined wings discovered would be a fate worse than death for him.
He is terrified of bright flashes of light. He isn't afraid of the sun, but a camera flash would scare him to death.
He is afraid of falling, after his long all from heaven.
His is terrified of being tied up, as he had been bound and beaten frequently in the past.
He is absolutely terrified that the angles will come after him now that he is awake again. Angles that fall from grace are often hunted down and killed not long after they are cast out. Since he has yet to be killed he fears that they will come for him soon.
Thunder. He hates all loud noises, but thunder scares him the most. He starts shaking uncontrollably and crying when he hears it.
He is very afraid of his emotions. Angles do not feel emotions on the same level that humans do. Instead, they feel a muted, toned down version of what a human does. However, fallen angles feel emotions as just as a normal person would. Since he has never really experienced emotions or feelings before, everything is much more intense to him. The grief is twice as strong, anger burns twice as bright, and pain cuts twice as deep. He has never felt anything as strong as emotions and is afraid because he doesn't understand them.

Strengths:
He is extremely quick for someone of his height and shows surprising agility.
He is very quiet, and when he concentrates he can move absolutely silently making it easier for him to go about unnoticed, at least for a little while.
He is very compassionate and empathetic.
Archery. It was one of the only things he was good at back in heaven.

Weaknesses:
He has no magical abilities now that his grace has been taken away from him. However, there is a slim chance that he might be able to regain some of his abilities with time and practice.
He heals incredibly slowly from injuries and sicknesses.
He bruises easily and bleeds a lot when he is cut, making small injuries look a lot worse than they are.

Goals:
 He wishes to heal his wings so he can fly again. He also wishes to return to heaven and prove his innocence. He may not have been treated very well there, but nevertheless it is his home. It is the only home he has ever known in fact, and he misses it very much.

Personality:
 At first, Jinx is very quiet, shy and secretive. He prefers to watch others from the sidelines, instead of being the center of attention. He is a real wallflower. However that doesn't mean that he is not interested in others. Quite the contrary. Jinx quite likes the company of others. He loves to listen to others talk. One could talk at him for hours and he would be completely content to simply listen, without saying a single word. As he becomes more familiar and comfortable around you, he becomes slightly more talkative. He will begin to display a more childish and curious nature. He is gullible and easily frightened, but he is also very curious about the world around him and loves to learn. He is often quick to cry, but is slow to anger and quick to smile too.

History:  
 Jinx, or Jehrahmiel as he was known at the time, was the patron angel of outcasts. He fit the part in every way. All of the other angles were tall and powerful. They practically radiated beauty and bore wings of pure white feathers. Jehrahmiel on the other hand, was short and incredibly skinny, with dark hair and pale skin. His wings were crooked and one was a darker grey than the other. His name even meant 'May God Have Pity.' He wasn't exactly terrifying or awe inspiring as the others were. He had been created to mirror what he had been created to watch over, as many of the angles had been.

He had a difficult time fitting in with the others. His social skills were never all that good, nor was he very powerful or important. He was the youngest angel of the lot, and had no outstanding talents, other than his above average aim, though this was not of much use. Thus he was often left to his own devices more often than not. Of course, he didn't really mind all that much. Still, he was rather lonely. For the first 941 years of his life, he was alone. Perhaps he would have stayed tat way forever, if Saraph and Evangelina hadn't come along

Saraph was the Angel of Healing. He was strong and tall, with an imposing figure and an aura of immense power around him. He was well liked by the other angles and held a high position in the Court of Angles. The snake was the animal he was most closely associated with, as they are often times the animal that is associated with healing. Evangelina was the Angel of Kindness. She was also very tall, and was more than a little imposing, but she had a sweet a face and kind eyes, which to the edge off of her appearance. She was also well loved, with a high position in the court. They befriended Jehrahmiel and over time, the three became very close. He followed them almost everywhere, and soon became known as their 'second shadow.'

After roughly 296 years of friendship, things went wrong. One night after an intense argument, Saraph murdered another angel. When he realized what he had done, he knew that he would be cast from heaven if anyone ever found out. But Saraph was cunning just like the snakes he was associated with. He decided that he would frame someone. He would set it up to look like they had committed the crime. That way, no harm would come to him.

Jehrahmiel was the obvious choice. He was the least liked out of all the angles. None one would be surprised that the outcast angel had finally cracked and killed someone for attention, and no one would believe the poor creature if he told them that he was innocent. That much he would make sure of. It really wasn't anything personal. He was simply the most logical choice to make in the current situation. So he stole into some of Jehrahmiel's feathers as he lay dormant, and scattered them around the body and spattered his friend's body with blood.

The following morning, when the body of their fallen brother was discovered, with Jehrahmiel's feathers scattered around it, there was no doubt in their mind who had done it.

They came for him, beat him, bound him and threw him before the Court of Angles. He begged and pleaded with the court to believe that he was innocent, that he had no idea what was going on, and that he hadn't even known that Barakiel was dead, but they wouldn't listen. He begged Saraph and Evangelina to believe him. Saraph, refused to listen to him and stating that he was a murderer and that he was ashamed to have called him 'friend.' Evangelina wanted to help him, she really did, but with the evidence found against him, there was nothing that she could do. The court convicted him and he was to have his grace stripped, then he was to be cast out.

He was lashed to a pole and beaten. His wings were torn to the bloody bone and he was branded with the Mark of the Fallen. His grace was ripped from him like flesh from bone and the word 'pity' was carved into his back. Then he was dragged to the very edge of heaven. His 'executioner,' Azriel, the Angel of Destruction picked him up by his throat. And held him our over the edge of Heaven. Jehrahmiel clawed at his hands and arms in an attempt to make him let go, as his mangled wings fluttered uselessly behind him. For all his effort at escaping, Azriel didn't budge. Instead, he asked, as was customary,

“Jehrahmiel, Angel of Outcasts, have you any last words?”

Tears streamed down his face as he managed to choke out,

“Mercy! Please! Have mercy!”

 Though many angles had gathered to watch the spectacle, his begging fell on deaf ears.

“Then, by the power of all that is divine-”

“No! Please! You must listen!”

“Jehrahmiel, Angle of Outcasts -”

“I am innocent! Please, you must believe me! Evangelina! Saraph! Please, help me!

“For your crimes against your fellow brothers and sisters, for the murder of Barakiel, Angel of Lightning -”

“Please, have mercy!"

“You are cast out!”

And with that, Azriel let go. Jehrahmiel fell. He fell hard and fast. He crashed to the ground, wing-bones shattering with the impact.

Evangelina watched him fall. She stayed long after all the others did. Se knew that Jehrahmiel would die if he was left on his own on, with no protection, and she couldn't bare to see that happen to her friend. So, summoned her magic, and turned his body to stone. He would be safe that way, slumbering in a tomb of rock. He remained that way for years, as a statue, and it appeared that he would stay that way forever, until one day, a scarred boy came and rested by the statue. He fell asleep and connected with the the poor angel's spirit. He saw his story and upon awakening, placed an old blessing on the statue as an apology for what ad happened to him. This blessing stirred his spirit, and he began to awaken once again.

Around a week later, the stone melted away from the angel's body and he was free once more. His wounds still bled and his tears still fell. To him, it seemed as though only moments had passed since he had first be cast out, when in reality nearly 500 years had passed.

Dazed and confused, he stumbled out into the world, from the forest clearing he had been imprisoned in for so long, shivering and alone. Before long, he came upon the gates of the Otherworlde, and passed through them, into the mist beyond.

Misc. Information:

Roleplay Information

Chatroom Availability: I prefer to RP one on one, but f you want to see me in the chatroom, I should be available at least once a day for the next few months.
IM Availability: N/A
How did you find #OtherWorlde?: I had been a member before. Originally, I found this group through the journal portal.

Script Sample:
Jinx: *A violent shiver made it's way through his body. The cold was really beginning to get to him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to go on for. Between the cold and the pain of his wounds, his energy was draining rapidly. He stumbled, his feet dragging in the snow. In the distance, he could see a shape, looming and dark. It looked like a building of some type. Perhaps, he could take shelter there. As he came closer he realized that the building was a castle. By some miracle, he made it to the front doors, but they were so large an heavy looking, that he doubted he'd have the strength to open them.* N-no. *He slumped back against the doors and to his surprise, when he placed his weight against them, they creaked open. He stood on shaky legs and stepped inside. He collapsed just inside the door, and lost consciousness. When he awoke, he scrambled to his feet, unsure of where he was. Once up on his feet, memories of discovering gates and a castle filled his head, and he relaxed a little bit. At least he had some clue as to where he was. As he looked around, he discovered that just inside the door, where he had been lying, was a long dark coat. He shivered, and reached out to take it. He knew that he shouldn't, after all, it was stealing, but he was so cold, and he had to hide his wings somehow, lest someone else see them. The coat was warm and dry, though when he put it on was a little too big for him. He buttoned the coat up to his throat and began to wonder about the castle.* 

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Jehrahmiel nervously stepped out into the cold air once again. His jacket blocked most of the wind this time, but the frigid air still took his breath away. He had learned that he had entered the grounds of a school. Otherworlde Academy to be exact. He had decided to enroll himself after he had learned about the medical courses that were offered. He thought that perhaps he could learn how to heal his wings. If he could get them to heal, he might be able to return home again and prove that e was innocent! He could return home! He could see Evangelina and Saraph again, and all would be as it should! He was so caught up in his thoughts that he wasn't watching where he was going. He collided with something solid and fell backwards onto the ground. He looked up to see a young man standing over him. He looked up at him with fear in his eyes and scrambled backwards.

“I-I am so sorry!”

Much to his surprise, this stranger said the same thing and smiled.

“Jinx!”

He laughed and extended a hand. Jehrahmiel took it and was hauled to his feet.

“Are you alright?”

Jehrahmiel stared at him.

“Y-yes. I am fine. My apologies.”

His voice was hoarse from disuse.

“No harm, no foul.”

The stranger and he parted ways after the ex-angel asked where the first year dormitories were located.

Jinx. He didn't know what that was supposed to mean, but the stranger had sounded friendly enough when he had said it, so it couldn't have meant anything too bad. He decided that he would take this on as an alias. He couldn't tell anyone he was a fallen angel. He couldn’t so that. He would rather die. Besides his real name might give him away. He pushed Jehrahmiel down and hid him deep down inside of himself. He was Jinx now.