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Name: Sarah
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E-mail: ice_.-._and_.-._snow@hotmail. com
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Character
Name: Angeal Hewley
Series: Final Fantasy VII
Timeline: Post-Crisis Core [after death]
Canon Resource Links: Anjīru Hyūrē
Affiliation: Breeder
Personality: Angeal Hewley is a man of honor. Whether it’s teaching someone about how to hold a sword and fight monsters or how to -vaguely- tell you how to reach your dreams of living among the stars; he does it with pride, always tying it into the aspects of honor. And being mostly raised by his mother in Banora, a small rural village, he is also instilled with modesty. And because of that he treats everyone with respect, no matter if they’re an infantryman, a Turk or his superiors. He also, aside from his naturally serious nature, has a funny side and a knack for the occasional random story that does, but seems to have no relevancy to the topic at hand.
And while most would label Angeal as a stoic man, nothing could be farther than the truth. True, he is a military officer, and yes, in most situations he comes off as a calm and uncaring man to those who don’t know him, but when faced with a problem he uses that façade to keep others as relaxed as they can be. Inside his mind, however, he is in a constant state of high emotions as he tries to sort things out so that everyone wins. He only becomes truly stoic when something doesn’t go as planned or desired and someone walks away hurt. Because of this, Angeal can harbor grudges, often against himself.
No one knows this side of Angeal better than his friends and family. And he treats no one better. They are the only ones who get to see his loving, mother-hen like attitude and his “funny” side. His mother was the one light he could follow with out a doubt after his father died, leaving him with the sword he would never be without until his dying day. Then there was only one person, his best friend at that, who always drove him up a wall worrying about him and gave him invisible gray hairs from misbehaving and being a general rebel; Genesis.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was born as a test subject, that he had gotten his wings long before he needed them, it’s very possible that Angeal would have stayed the same calm and collected, forever worrying man he should have been. But that didn’t happen. From the stress of getting his best friend back, from going rouge, those wings came about, breaking all thoughts he believed to be true. He was a monster now, just like the ones he was fighting against his entire SOLDIER career. Angeal Hewley was broken, completely unsure as to what was true, honest, or even honorable anymore. And an encounter with his beloved student, a heated argument and a quick fight later, Angeal was free. Giving his sword away, making Zack his living legacy, he seemingly had no regrets.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Completely unlike his friends, Angeal relies mostly on his physical strengths. His hand-to-hand combat is much more highly tuned and effective than his ability to cast magic. Just about the only magic he uses is for healing.
Aside from that Angeal has a secret love for all things cute and fuzzy (puppies mostly), has an incredible knack for cooking (especially with leftovers) and has a pretty green thumb when it comes to gardening and growing plants. Have I mentioned he’s a mother hen?
There isn’t much Angeal can’t do due to his confrontational nature, however, after his death especially being reborn and dropped into a new setting, he’s more than timid when it comes to his friends. After all that time in the life stream, he’s had some time to think and come to terms with all the wrong he had done. With that, he’s got a whole mindful of regrets to deal with in his second life.
Pokemon
Starter: Growlithe. Because how cute ironic would that be.
Password: Chicken nuggets
Samples
First Person Sample:
[The sound popped as the video came into focus once the large hand moved away. There Angeal appeared, smiling, his attention on some playfully growling thing running around on the ground. He looked up to the camera, starting off as if the post was a visual report.]
I might as well start a log, since my only other companion is this creature. [Barking was then issued, as if a complaint. He laugh, and in reply;] A loyal, loving and caring companion, that is to say. It’s surprising how intelligent he is. Keen to emotions like a dog, but far more intelligent. As if he understands every word I say. Maybe I’m wrong, perhaps these creatures do understand.
[He fidgets with something in his hands, studying it for a moment.] Looks like the next city is Cherrygrove. I’m somewhere in Route Twenty-nine right now, and have run into a few Pokémon, but I’m more interested in traveling than collecting at the moment. I am apparently a breeder after all. I need to find a home before I get to any of that.
Third Person Sample:
"Enough, cut it out." Was the sigh. They certainly were tiring just to watch, almost like children. He almost tripped more than once since the pair of Pokemon decided it was fun to weave in and out and around his legs. The next sound to escape him was a grunt as weariness began to set in. He spotted a tree just over a small hill ahead, an opening to a forest. That cover would do for the night.
"Vulpix is right here. Growlithe and I are going to collect firewood for the night before it gets too dark..." Angeal was careful to let Genesis down, guiding him after to rest on the ground. "I'll be back before you know it." He took his own backpack off, untying the sleeping bag, unzipping it and laying it over his tired and worn friend.
He received a shake from the redhead in the smallest protest and Angeal nodded in reply. "Vulpix." he called, the fox bounding over and cuddling up to Genesis. "Don't worry. She's here for you too. If I hear anything I'll be back as soon as I can. I won't go far." Words for reassurance. He had been acting strange enough lately, the last thing he wanted Genesis to think was that he was going to be abandoned. And by his best friend, at that. Another sigh when he didn't get a reply. "Alright." He took a knee before standing up, walking off into the woods. "Growlithe." His fingers snapped. Close behind, the puppy followed with a small bark.
Angeal did his best to relax as he was out, trying his best to ignore the various thoughts that were emerging. This certainly wasn’t he expected, not at all. Death was, well, death. It was the end; a permanent situation one found oneself in when life was over. How he came to be here, after his own death and after being in the life stream for… who knows how long, he wasn’t sure. But he was here, in a foreign land and it was nice. “Much better than Midgar, that is.” a quite mutter to himself before the sounds of a quick pitter-patter and huffing caught his ear.
Angeal stood back up, logs and kindling tucked under his arm, looking off to see a bundle of black-striped orange and ivory fur barreling its way to him. A smile took his face as his puppy made its way to him, sticks dropped at his feet. “There’s my good boy,” he reached down to pet Growlithe, who was stretched up his leg to get his attention. “Lets go set up camp.”
Name: Sarah
Livejournal Username: hiwndmuses
E-mail: ice_.-._and_.-._snow@hotmail. com
AIM/MSN: [AIM] hiwndmuses
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: N/A
Character
Name: Angeal Hewley
Series: Final Fantasy VII
Timeline: Post-Crisis Core [after death]
Canon Resource Links: Anjīru Hyūrē
Affiliation: Breeder
Personality: Angeal Hewley is a man of honor. Whether it’s teaching someone about how to hold a sword and fight monsters or how to -vaguely- tell you how to reach your dreams of living among the stars; he does it with pride, always tying it into the aspects of honor. And being mostly raised by his mother in Banora, a small rural village, he is also instilled with modesty. And because of that he treats everyone with respect, no matter if they’re an infantryman, a Turk or his superiors. He also, aside from his naturally serious nature, has a funny side and a knack for the occasional random story that does, but seems to have no relevancy to the topic at hand.
And while most would label Angeal as a stoic man, nothing could be farther than the truth. True, he is a military officer, and yes, in most situations he comes off as a calm and uncaring man to those who don’t know him, but when faced with a problem he uses that façade to keep others as relaxed as they can be. Inside his mind, however, he is in a constant state of high emotions as he tries to sort things out so that everyone wins. He only becomes truly stoic when something doesn’t go as planned or desired and someone walks away hurt. Because of this, Angeal can harbor grudges, often against himself.
No one knows this side of Angeal better than his friends and family. And he treats no one better. They are the only ones who get to see his loving, mother-hen like attitude and his “funny” side. His mother was the one light he could follow with out a doubt after his father died, leaving him with the sword he would never be without until his dying day. Then there was only one person, his best friend at that, who always drove him up a wall worrying about him and gave him invisible gray hairs from misbehaving and being a general rebel; Genesis.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was born as a test subject, that he had gotten his wings long before he needed them, it’s very possible that Angeal would have stayed the same calm and collected, forever worrying man he should have been. But that didn’t happen. From the stress of getting his best friend back, from going rouge, those wings came about, breaking all thoughts he believed to be true. He was a monster now, just like the ones he was fighting against his entire SOLDIER career. Angeal Hewley was broken, completely unsure as to what was true, honest, or even honorable anymore. And an encounter with his beloved student, a heated argument and a quick fight later, Angeal was free. Giving his sword away, making Zack his living legacy, he seemingly had no regrets.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Completely unlike his friends, Angeal relies mostly on his physical strengths. His hand-to-hand combat is much more highly tuned and effective than his ability to cast magic. Just about the only magic he uses is for healing.
Aside from that Angeal has a secret love for all things cute and fuzzy (puppies mostly), has an incredible knack for cooking (especially with leftovers) and has a pretty green thumb when it comes to gardening and growing plants. Have I mentioned he’s a mother hen?
There isn’t much Angeal can’t do due to his confrontational nature, however, after his death especially being reborn and dropped into a new setting, he’s more than timid when it comes to his friends. After all that time in the life stream, he’s had some time to think and come to terms with all the wrong he had done. With that, he’s got a whole mindful of regrets to deal with in his second life.
Pokemon
Starter: Growlithe. Because how cute ironic would that be.
Password: Chicken nuggets
Samples
First Person Sample:
[The sound popped as the video came into focus once the large hand moved away. There Angeal appeared, smiling, his attention on some playfully growling thing running around on the ground. He looked up to the camera, starting off as if the post was a visual report.]
I might as well start a log, since my only other companion is this creature. [Barking was then issued, as if a complaint. He laugh, and in reply;] A loyal, loving and caring companion, that is to say. It’s surprising how intelligent he is. Keen to emotions like a dog, but far more intelligent. As if he understands every word I say. Maybe I’m wrong, perhaps these creatures do understand.
[He fidgets with something in his hands, studying it for a moment.] Looks like the next city is Cherrygrove. I’m somewhere in Route Twenty-nine right now, and have run into a few Pokémon, but I’m more interested in traveling than collecting at the moment. I am apparently a breeder after all. I need to find a home before I get to any of that.
Third Person Sample:
"Enough, cut it out." Was the sigh. They certainly were tiring just to watch, almost like children. He almost tripped more than once since the pair of Pokemon decided it was fun to weave in and out and around his legs. The next sound to escape him was a grunt as weariness began to set in. He spotted a tree just over a small hill ahead, an opening to a forest. That cover would do for the night.
"Vulpix is right here. Growlithe and I are going to collect firewood for the night before it gets too dark..." Angeal was careful to let Genesis down, guiding him after to rest on the ground. "I'll be back before you know it." He took his own backpack off, untying the sleeping bag, unzipping it and laying it over his tired and worn friend.
He received a shake from the redhead in the smallest protest and Angeal nodded in reply. "Vulpix." he called, the fox bounding over and cuddling up to Genesis. "Don't worry. She's here for you too. If I hear anything I'll be back as soon as I can. I won't go far." Words for reassurance. He had been acting strange enough lately, the last thing he wanted Genesis to think was that he was going to be abandoned. And by his best friend, at that. Another sigh when he didn't get a reply. "Alright." He took a knee before standing up, walking off into the woods. "Growlithe." His fingers snapped. Close behind, the puppy followed with a small bark.
Angeal did his best to relax as he was out, trying his best to ignore the various thoughts that were emerging. This certainly wasn’t he expected, not at all. Death was, well, death. It was the end; a permanent situation one found oneself in when life was over. How he came to be here, after his own death and after being in the life stream for… who knows how long, he wasn’t sure. But he was here, in a foreign land and it was nice. “Much better than Midgar, that is.” a quite mutter to himself before the sounds of a quick pitter-patter and huffing caught his ear.
Angeal stood back up, logs and kindling tucked under his arm, looking off to see a bundle of black-striped orange and ivory fur barreling its way to him. A smile took his face as his puppy made its way to him, sticks dropped at his feet. “There’s my good boy,” he reached down to pet Growlithe, who was stretched up his leg to get his attention. “Lets go set up camp.”