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NAME: Ena
JOURNAL: prof_ryoki
EMAIL: luthiena_the_potato_queen@yahoo.co.uk
AIM: luthienabler
WIKI NAME: prof_ryoki
CHARACTERS: Ukitake Jyuushiro, Tres Iqus, Lilith Sahl, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Tamaki Suoh.
CHARACTER NAME: Aziraphale
FANDOM: Good Omens
CANON: End of the Book
WHAT THEY LOST: His suits D:
ABOUT THE CHARACTER: The first thing to note is that Aziraphale is an angel, although perhaps not the traditional angel. Oh yes, he does still have the big white wings and the ability to perform miracles as one might imagine... but he’s also the owner of a second-hand bookshop in Soho, and sort-of-kind-of-not-really best friends with a demon.
His job in long times gone past was to guard the Eastern Gate of Eden, it was quite a nice job and he had a big flaming sword to help him do it. Of course, this all went horrendously downhill when a demon called Crawly (now renamed Crowley) tempted Eve into taking a bite of that forbidden apple. Unlike some people, he doesn’t believe God overreacted. After all, one cannot hope to understand His plan, and in all His ineffable wisdom it must have been the Right Thing To Do to cast Adam and Eve out of Eden.
However, as much as he trusted His decision to cast out Adam and Eve, he had thought it a crying shame to leave them alone in a storm when Eve was expecting. So Aziraphale had given them his flaming sword, and then told everyone else he lost it. Whoops. Aziraphale is very committed to doing the Right Thing, a little too committed some might say, but then he would remind them in a very polite and mild-mannered tone that it was just his inescapable nature as an angel.
Thousands of years pass, and Aziraphale has been noted to have gone ‘a little native’; enjoying sushi and classical music, as well as entering an Arrangement with the aforementioned demon. Being who he is, and therefore utterly concerned with doing the Right Thing, he sometimes feels a little guilty about this Arrangement, which basically constitutes a strange sort of pact and alliance.
While large parts of his personality are shaped by the fact he is an angel - for example, making Crowley give a ride to a girl he’d run over when they should have been speeding off to stop the Armageddon - the long years of exposure to the human race have given him several quirks. He has a weakness for the human race, and for many things in it, so much so that he allowed himself to be tempted by Crowley into helping stop what should have been part of the Divine Plan... because, really, thwarting the Antichrist was just his job, right?
He styles himself as a middle-aged British man with a slightly plump figure (although he will look mildly offended if his rotund appearance is brought up and deny he’s any such shape). His sense of aesthetic taste seems permanently stuck in the 1950’s, and he has a huge weakness for classical music - even if Beethoven’s 5th sometimes include vocals by Freddie Mercury.
His collection of second-hand books is his pride and joy; and, like any true collector, the bookshop is only really a means to store said collection rather than sell them. In fact, he goes to great lengths not to allow any customers a purchase, keeping quite erratic and unsociable hours, as well as glaring at anyone who does actually dare to turn up during opening hours.
He is sweet and kind in his own way, almost over-the-top polite and sometimes quite Victorian in his terms of address. You’ll never hear him swear or curse, and he has a penchant for calling people ‘my dear’.
Possibly the best, and most succinct way to sum up Aziraphale’s character are from two extracts taken from the book itself:
"Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide."
“25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying 'Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?'
26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down somewhere, forget my own head next.'
27 And the Lord did not ask him again." -- Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: While it was true that evil never slept, and good was ever-vigilant; minions of both sides had been known to indulge in the great human pass-time of sleeping. However, it was certainly unusual for one such minion to wake without knowing exactly where he was immediately. Not that he would admit that, of course, and if anyone had stopped this confused looking plump individual and asked if he was lost, he would have shook his head and told them he ‘must have just turned left when he meant to turn right’ in a very mild-mannered way, before walking off.
A closer inspection of the room, and then the view from the window, revealed he was in a castle. He didn’t actually remember the last time he had been in a castle, although he did remember watching a nice documentary on them during the Spring History Season on BBC 1.
Ah well, time to discover where he was after he was clothed. At least he was still in his nice pinstriped pyjamas, which at least went a little way to reassuring him this wasn’t just another repeat of... the ‘Australia Incident’. Suppressing a mild shudder at the memory, he padded over to the closet and looked on in mild reproof. Jeans and T-shirts, some kind of modern wear favoured by fans of that bebop music and certainly not something he wanted to wear himself.
“Crowley?”
Just because he couldn’t see his long time sort-of best friend, that didn’t mean he wasn’t there and somehow at fault for this unfortunate wardrobe.
“I hope you remembered to fold my suits correctly when you took them.”
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: [This was quite unlike any book Aziraphale had ever owned... and he had owned a lot. But from the most mundane copies of Moby Dick, to the treasured tomes of his misprinted bibles, there had never been anything like this.
The voice that issues through the pages is quiet, mild-mannered, unassuming, male and certainly British.]
This is fascinating, although it seems a shame to have so many blank pages to waste.
[The soft sound of pages being leafed through, and long... LONG... silences as Aziraphale loses himself in his worship of the written word.]
...Hm, yes indeed. Quite fascinating.
JOURNAL: prof_ryoki
EMAIL: luthiena_the_potato_queen@yahoo.co.uk
AIM: luthienabler
WIKI NAME: prof_ryoki
CHARACTERS: Ukitake Jyuushiro, Tres Iqus, Lilith Sahl, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Tamaki Suoh.
CHARACTER NAME: Aziraphale
FANDOM: Good Omens
CANON: End of the Book
WHAT THEY LOST: His suits D:
ABOUT THE CHARACTER: The first thing to note is that Aziraphale is an angel, although perhaps not the traditional angel. Oh yes, he does still have the big white wings and the ability to perform miracles as one might imagine... but he’s also the owner of a second-hand bookshop in Soho, and sort-of-kind-of-not-really best friends with a demon.
His job in long times gone past was to guard the Eastern Gate of Eden, it was quite a nice job and he had a big flaming sword to help him do it. Of course, this all went horrendously downhill when a demon called Crawly (now renamed Crowley) tempted Eve into taking a bite of that forbidden apple. Unlike some people, he doesn’t believe God overreacted. After all, one cannot hope to understand His plan, and in all His ineffable wisdom it must have been the Right Thing To Do to cast Adam and Eve out of Eden.
However, as much as he trusted His decision to cast out Adam and Eve, he had thought it a crying shame to leave them alone in a storm when Eve was expecting. So Aziraphale had given them his flaming sword, and then told everyone else he lost it. Whoops. Aziraphale is very committed to doing the Right Thing, a little too committed some might say, but then he would remind them in a very polite and mild-mannered tone that it was just his inescapable nature as an angel.
Thousands of years pass, and Aziraphale has been noted to have gone ‘a little native’; enjoying sushi and classical music, as well as entering an Arrangement with the aforementioned demon. Being who he is, and therefore utterly concerned with doing the Right Thing, he sometimes feels a little guilty about this Arrangement, which basically constitutes a strange sort of pact and alliance.
While large parts of his personality are shaped by the fact he is an angel - for example, making Crowley give a ride to a girl he’d run over when they should have been speeding off to stop the Armageddon - the long years of exposure to the human race have given him several quirks. He has a weakness for the human race, and for many things in it, so much so that he allowed himself to be tempted by Crowley into helping stop what should have been part of the Divine Plan... because, really, thwarting the Antichrist was just his job, right?
He styles himself as a middle-aged British man with a slightly plump figure (although he will look mildly offended if his rotund appearance is brought up and deny he’s any such shape). His sense of aesthetic taste seems permanently stuck in the 1950’s, and he has a huge weakness for classical music - even if Beethoven’s 5th sometimes include vocals by Freddie Mercury.
His collection of second-hand books is his pride and joy; and, like any true collector, the bookshop is only really a means to store said collection rather than sell them. In fact, he goes to great lengths not to allow any customers a purchase, keeping quite erratic and unsociable hours, as well as glaring at anyone who does actually dare to turn up during opening hours.
He is sweet and kind in his own way, almost over-the-top polite and sometimes quite Victorian in his terms of address. You’ll never hear him swear or curse, and he has a penchant for calling people ‘my dear’.
Possibly the best, and most succinct way to sum up Aziraphale’s character are from two extracts taken from the book itself:
"Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide."
“25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying 'Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?'
26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down somewhere, forget my own head next.'
27 And the Lord did not ask him again." -- Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: While it was true that evil never slept, and good was ever-vigilant; minions of both sides had been known to indulge in the great human pass-time of sleeping. However, it was certainly unusual for one such minion to wake without knowing exactly where he was immediately. Not that he would admit that, of course, and if anyone had stopped this confused looking plump individual and asked if he was lost, he would have shook his head and told them he ‘must have just turned left when he meant to turn right’ in a very mild-mannered way, before walking off.
A closer inspection of the room, and then the view from the window, revealed he was in a castle. He didn’t actually remember the last time he had been in a castle, although he did remember watching a nice documentary on them during the Spring History Season on BBC 1.
Ah well, time to discover where he was after he was clothed. At least he was still in his nice pinstriped pyjamas, which at least went a little way to reassuring him this wasn’t just another repeat of... the ‘Australia Incident’. Suppressing a mild shudder at the memory, he padded over to the closet and looked on in mild reproof. Jeans and T-shirts, some kind of modern wear favoured by fans of that bebop music and certainly not something he wanted to wear himself.
“Crowley?”
Just because he couldn’t see his long time sort-of best friend, that didn’t mean he wasn’t there and somehow at fault for this unfortunate wardrobe.
“I hope you remembered to fold my suits correctly when you took them.”
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: [This was quite unlike any book Aziraphale had ever owned... and he had owned a lot. But from the most mundane copies of Moby Dick, to the treasured tomes of his misprinted bibles, there had never been anything like this.
The voice that issues through the pages is quiet, mild-mannered, unassuming, male and certainly British.]
This is fascinating, although it seems a shame to have so many blank pages to waste.
[The soft sound of pages being leafed through, and long... LONG... silences as Aziraphale loses himself in his worship of the written word.]
...Hm, yes indeed. Quite fascinating.