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For MaliceKisho's contest.

History: He never once questioned God’s plan for him. Never refused to do anything that was asked of him. It was instinctual. God told him to do it and the deeds were as good as done. The rate of success was uncanny. God was at his back and under his feet. He knew it. He believed it. He’d been at his deity’s feet many times before and never once thought to challenge his love. His father-like all forgiving master would never turn his back on his faithful creature... Not even in a moment of weakness. Right? Wouldn’t, would he? He’d been a guardian, a leader, a pathfinder, and a caretaker. He’d killed and salvaged, but then came a day where he had to question his instinct. Walking the shores of Egypt, he stared into the sand as the water brushed up and sunk away. It was a bright day, the sun shining on his face, the wing playing with his hair, and quite suddenly he had felt a chill run down his spine. An omen for the worst.

Beautiful blue eyes lifted, his head turning for the water... And there he saw it. Boats... No, huge ships coming in like a storm. Each with sails of bright colors and moving so swiftly. On such a beautiful day? How could the sun shine on a day such as this. Lowering his head for a moment, he had to think. What of the Hebrews that remain here? Surely he wouldn’t allow these ships to slaughter so many of God’s own followers... The boats crashed upon the shore, men flooding in all around him, charging the beaches without a single person aware of what was happening. Amazed at their fervor, he watched from his view from the beach’s sand, staring on as if to find reason within this chaos... Children screaming, women weeping... Until finally there was silence. It was only for a moment, because then came the most horrid sound.

Like wild beasts, the men yelled out to the heavens and cried out to the skies... But who where they calling? Surely not his God. The bewilderment on his features, the pain driving through his chest with such relentless zeal, and still he tried to understand it. Worshipers of God slaughtered without the weapons to retaliate. Such a simple and typical event, but for the first time, he’d seen it with his own eyes. Again, he searched the sand, tears dripping down his warm cheeks. The sun never faltered once. The clouds never darkened, and the skies didn’t shed one drop of rain for God’s people. Nothing to let the survivors know that God cares. That he knows they are suffering. He walked the ruins of what was once a peaceful and happy campsite, a tribe of free Hebrews in the land of Egypt. Bodies on the ground like they were nothing and left in the sun to rot, while their murders collected things from their bodies. Offerings taken and herds killed savagely for the victory feast. Their meat did not fester to show God’s vengeance. The men did not grow sick in the night. They remained sleeping peacefully as he watched fat with their victory and thick with greedy bellies.

Still shedding tears for those who suffered and those survivors who continue to face what these monsters will force them to endure, he went to God enraged. “Why!” He cried to his master, “Why must they suffer these things!” He didn’t mind thee questions, but He didn’t answer them either. However, that silence only managed to fuel his anger, bringing forth words of slander. Words he’d felt at the time and regret only now. His grudge placed him back on that beach. Still with his wings, he had to think of how to hide them... And finally they came away from view. The fury within him brought him to act so rashly and knowing his master had turned his back on him... Had cast him out lead him to take action on his own. If his God would not avenge them, he would. Using there own weapons against them, he began to slaughter each and once done with his fit he saw the blood all around him. The stench of death... Then collapsed. So tired and drained. When he woke, he found himself bound with leather ropes and being carried by two men like a stuffed pig. Things on his stomach, as if he were a shelf of some kind. A gag around his mouth to keep him from talking and he smelled of salt water. How long had he slept? How much energy had he exerted that he didn’t wake when someone touched him. All these thoughts faded as he realized there was a band around his neck... NO! He was to be bartered as a slave! He was still too weak to fight his binds, still to exhausted to try and move his aching muscles, only making this worse. Still the sun shined on his face, still the sky was so clear. Overwhelmed with regret and humility, he started to realize the error in his ways and closed his eyes in defeat.

He remained in their care for only a few days, and then he was sold. It was nearly instant. As soon as they put him on the block, the bids for him raced in. But there was none who would out bid the queen of Egypt. She took him into him her palace and immediately began to ask him questions. His name, his past, his wishes, desires, and hopes. She wanted to know how such a man came to be in the presence of all that riffraff. There was very little he could tell her and he knew that, but the temptation to tell her everything grew with the passing of days and the amounting pressure for more information. At first she thought him to be a spy, but he assured her that was not the case. So then she ask if he was sent to her from Ra, but again he could not knowingly admit to be something he was not. What ever his answer, she swore to believe him. Swore there would be no consequence. Begged and pleaded with him to tell her. Even offered him that which he had never before had been prey to.

With lustful eyes, she invited him to share her bed if he would only share his past with her... And he wanted to know just as badly as her, the other’s mystery. Torn between his ever faltering loyalty to God and his body’s new urges of desire... He buckled and eventually gave in to his earthly wants, sharing her bed with her and whispering his secrets in her ear. The story of why his God cast him down to earth and the slaughter of the Hebrews just before. She was amused, but hardly horrified. A real angel lying in her bed and now exploring her body. Her skin was so smooth, her curves so well defined and delicate. Everything about her was so frail... So fragile. He could crush her... She was only human, but she was so kind to him. He catered to her desires, allowed himself to come closer to her...

Until he met her brother, Kaphiri. A beautifully tanned man, with such perfectly milk chocolate eyes. His dark raven black hair silken smooth to the touch. The strong yet delicate jaw line and cheeks that ran smooth. The genes running within that family were perfect. These pagans were beautiful and lived these wonderful lives. Their gods were rich and powerful... They were depicted in so many different ways and with so many options; there were enough deities for every kind of person to choose at least two. Their gods took care of them and gave them clear instruction, even legible signs when they pray to them. He tried so hard to remain within the laws of God, but for what? Why did he still feel the need to apologize to a God who allows his own people to be slaughtered? Devout followers wiped off the face of the earth without an ounce of help.

When the fall of Egypt took place and their traditions started to fade, he once more felt the weight of his errors. Once more he begged his God to take him back and forgive him for his sins... But once more, he received no answer. That in itself was God’s way of telling him no. His infatuation for the Queen’s brother had become nothing more than that. He never explored his attraction. Never pursued the beautiful man he’d found. Looking back, he wished he had taken more action, but he feared his mistress’s reaction. What if she was jealous and turned her back on him too? Rejection now he biggest found fear, he did what he could to avoid getting too close to people, but still yearned for companionship. Someone to spend at least a piece of eternity with. He wanted to try something new, though. He wanted to feed that curiosity he’d discovered before.

He had a thirst for stronger, bigger men. Powerful men with people at their beck and call. Men that were like gods amongst their own. He knew his type, but no one could quite fill the shoes of his past heart throb, the Egyptian Queen’s brother. He has settled several times, allowing companionship with various men and women, pretending each one were Kaphiri. One came so close, as if he were a second chance... But he fell short in so many ways... The boy was so young... It felt wrong. He started to wonder where Kaphiri went. If he’d gone to the afterlife assigned by his religion, or if he suffers damnation for following the teaching of his forefathers.

Now he lives in a flat, trying to stay tucked away from others. He never wanted to remember Kaphiri again. His chest pains with every thought of him, suffers with every taunting memory. But he feels something... As if there is a person who could fill that void... If only he could find him. If only he would venture out the door, the answer to that prayer would be out there, somewhere looking for him.

Persona: Aleksander has a weakness for those who need protection, though would never find companionship in a weaker person. He is known for his desire to protect, unable to fight his urge to shield someone, even a stranger, from harm. His mental state is one of a scorned child, though with the maturity that has come to him over the years. He will not attack someone without the proper provocation, but once he is struck, he does not yield to begging or pleading. In a fight, he is cold and heartless, not playing by any rules or customs. When in love, he becomes dedicated completely. He does what he must to keep that person safe, while still trying to stay out of their way. He doesn’t want to smother them, but he also fears they will feel neglected. Within him, he fears nothing more than rejection, though some small part of him still hopes that one day God will take him back.

He never speaks of God anymore, nor does he ever admit to being an angel. He does not do well with nicknames, finding pet names far too personal to allow for them with just anyone and there are only certain ones he can actually tolerate. If asked if he would risk himself or the life of a stranger, he will always volunteer to take the blow, however he is far from a super hero. He will not display any super-human qualities if it can be avoided at all. His main motivation is satisfaction and something like bliss. He knows he will never be as complete as he was with God, but he seeks to be as content as he could possibly be with his new life on earth.

Physique: He was created as pure white. His eyes, his hair, his skin was all white was freshly form clouds. His radiance gave him that silver lining and his aura brought out a true golden glow. His form was thicker, more androgynous. His muscles weren’t so well defined. In mercy and concern, God granted him color when he cast him down to earth. His eyes were a deep and rich blue, his hair given many tones, varying from the softest gold to the deepest browns. His skin graced with an even tan, dappled with soft freckles. He reaches 6ft even when standing straight, normally holding an immaculate posture. His structure is thin, though well toned, appearing much weaker than his true strength. When exposed, his wings are 1 and 1/2 the length of his body and reach a full span of approximately 20ft. They are white, with a soft silver sheen. He still holds the same luster, though without the heavenly aura about him. He doesn’t quite glow that glamorous gold, but does retain enough good nature to expose that vague and gentle radiance.

Description
For MaliceKisho's contest.

History: He never once questioned God’s plan for him. Never refused to do anything that was asked of him. It was instinctual. God told him to do it and the deeds were as good as done. The rate of success was uncanny. God was at his back and under his feet. He knew it. He believed it. He’d been at his deity’s feet many times before and never once thought to challenge his love. His father-like all forgiving master would never turn his back on his faithful creature... Not even in a moment of weakness. Right? Wouldn’t, would he? He’d been a guardian, a leader, a pathfinder, and a caretaker. He’d killed and salvaged, but then came a day where he had to question his instinct. Walking the shores of Egypt, he stared into the sand as the water brushed up and sunk away. It was a bright day, the sun shining on his face, the wing playing with his hair, and quite suddenly he had felt a chill run down his spine. An omen for the worst.

Beautiful blue eyes lifted, his head turning for the water... And there he saw it. Boats... No, huge ships coming in like a storm. Each with sails of bright colors and moving so swiftly. On such a beautiful day? How could the sun shine on a day such as this. Lowering his head for a moment, he had to think. What of the Hebrews that remain here? Surely he wouldn’t allow these ships to slaughter so many of God’s own followers... The boats crashed upon the shore, men flooding in all around him, charging the beaches without a single person aware of what was happening. Amazed at their fervor, he watched from his view from the beach’s sand, staring on as if to find reason within this chaos... Children screaming, women weeping... Until finally there was silence. It was only for a moment, because then came the most horrid sound.

Like wild beasts, the men yelled out to the heavens and cried out to the skies... But who where they calling? Surely not his God. The bewilderment on his features, the pain driving through his chest with such relentless zeal, and still he tried to understand it. Worshipers of God slaughtered without the weapons to retaliate. Such a simple and typical event, but for the first time, he’d seen it with his own eyes. Again, he searched the sand, tears dripping down his warm cheeks. The sun never faltered once. The clouds never darkened, and the skies didn’t shed one drop of rain for God’s people. Nothing to let the survivors know that God cares. That he knows they are suffering. He walked the ruins of what was once a peaceful and happy campsite, a tribe of free Hebrews in the land of Egypt. Bodies on the ground like they were nothing and left in the sun to rot, while their murders collected things from their bodies. Offerings taken and herds killed savagely for the victory feast. Their meat did not fester to show God’s vengeance. The men did not grow sick in the night. They remained sleeping peacefully as he watched fat with their victory and thick with greedy bellies.

Still shedding tears for those who suffered and those survivors who continue to face what these monsters will force them to endure, he went to God enraged. “Why!” He cried to his master, “Why must they suffer these things!” He didn’t mind thee questions, but He didn’t answer them either. However, that silence only managed to fuel his anger, bringing forth words of slander. Words he’d felt at the time and regret only now. His grudge placed him back on that beach. Still with his wings, he had to think of how to hide them... And finally they came away from view. The fury within him brought him to act so rashly and knowing his master had turned his back on him... Had cast him out lead him to take action on his own. If his God would not avenge them, he would. Using there own weapons against them, he began to slaughter each and once done with his fit he saw the blood all around him. The stench of death... Then collapsed. So tired and drained. When he woke, he found himself bound with leather ropes and being carried by two men like a stuffed pig. Things on his stomach, as if he were a shelf of some kind. A gag around his mouth to keep him from talking and he smelled of salt water. How long had he slept? How much energy had he exerted that he didn’t wake when someone touched him. All these thoughts faded as he realized there was a band around his neck... NO! He was to be bartered as a slave! He was still too weak to fight his binds, still to exhausted to try and move his aching muscles, only making this worse. Still the sun shined on his face, still the sky was so clear. Overwhelmed with regret and humility, he started to realize the error in his ways and closed his eyes in defeat.

He remained in their care for only a few days, and then he was sold. It was nearly instant. As soon as they put him on the block, the bids for him raced in. But there was none who would out bid the queen of Egypt. She took him into him her palace and immediately began to ask him questions. His name, his past, his wishes, desires, and hopes. She wanted to know how such a man came to be in the presence of all that riffraff. There was very little he could tell her and he knew that, but the temptation to tell her everything grew with the passing of days and the amounting pressure for more information. At first she thought him to be a spy, but he assured her that was not the case. So then she ask if he was sent to her from Ra, but again he could not knowingly admit to be something he was not. What ever his answer, she swore to believe him. Swore there would be no consequence. Begged and pleaded with him to tell her. Even offered him that which he had never before had been prey to.

With lustful eyes, she invited him to share her bed if he would only share his past with her... And he wanted to know just as badly as her, the other’s mystery. Torn between his ever faltering loyalty to God and his body’s new urges of desire... He buckled and eventually gave in to his earthly wants, sharing her bed with her and whispering his secrets in her ear. The story of why his God cast him down to earth and the slaughter of the Hebrews just before. She was amused, but hardly horrified. A real angel lying in her bed and now exploring her body. Her skin was so smooth, her curves so well defined and delicate. Everything about her was so frail... So fragile. He could crush her... She was only human, but she was so kind to him. He catered to her desires, allowed himself to come closer to her...

Until he met her brother, Kaphiri. A beautifully tanned man, with such perfectly milk chocolate eyes. His dark raven black hair silken smooth to the touch. The strong yet delicate jaw line and cheeks that ran smooth. The genes running within that family were perfect. These pagans were beautiful and lived these wonderful lives. Their gods were rich and powerful... They were depicted in so many different ways and with so many options; there were enough deities for every kind of person to choose at least two. Their gods took care of them and gave them clear instruction, even legible signs when they pray to them. He tried so hard to remain within the laws of God, but for what? Why did he still feel the need to apologize to a God who allows his own people to be slaughtered? Devout followers wiped off the face of the earth without an ounce of help.

When the fall of Egypt took place and their traditions started to fade, he once more felt the weight of his errors. Once more he begged his God to take him back and forgive him for his sins... But once more, he received no answer. That in itself was God’s way of telling him no. His infatuation for the Queen’s brother had become nothing more than that. He never explored his attraction. Never pursued the beautiful man he’d found. Looking back, he wished he had taken more action, but he feared his mistress’s reaction. What if she was jealous and turned her back on him too? Rejection now he biggest found fear, he did what he could to avoid getting too close to people, but still yearned for companionship. Someone to spend at least a piece of eternity with. He wanted to try something new, though. He wanted to feed that curiosity he’d discovered before.

He had a thirst for stronger, bigger men. Powerful men with people at their beck and call. Men that were like gods amongst their own. He knew his type, but no one could quite fill the shoes of his past heart throb, the Egyptian Queen’s brother. He has settled several times, allowing companionship with various men and women, pretending each one were Kaphiri. One came so close, as if he were a second chance... But he fell short in so many ways... The boy was so young... It felt wrong. He started to wonder where Kaphiri went. If he’d gone to the afterlife assigned by his religion, or if he suffers damnation for following the teaching of his forefathers.

Now he lives in a flat, trying to stay tucked away from others. He never wanted to remember Kaphiri again. His chest pains with every thought of him, suffers with every taunting memory. But he feels something... As if there is a person who could fill that void... If only he could find him. If only he would venture out the door, the answer to that prayer would be out there, somewhere looking for him.

Persona: Aleksander has a weakness for those who need protection, though would never find companionship in a weaker person. He is known for his desire to protect, unable to fight his urge to shield someone, even a stranger, from harm. His mental state is one of a scorned child, though with the maturity that has come to him over the years. He will not attack someone without the proper provocation, but once he is struck, he does not yield to begging or pleading. In a fight, he is cold and heartless, not playing by any rules or customs. When in love, he becomes dedicated completely. He does what he must to keep that person safe, while still trying to stay out of their way. He doesn’t want to smother them, but he also fears they will feel neglected. Within him, he fears nothing more than rejection, though some small part of him still hopes that one day God will take him back.

He never speaks of God anymore, nor does he ever admit to being an angel. He does not do well with nicknames, finding pet names far too personal to allow for them with just anyone and there are only certain ones he can actually tolerate. If asked if he would risk himself or the life of a stranger, he will always volunteer to take the blow, however he is far from a super hero. He will not display any super-human qualities if it can be avoided at all. His main motivation is satisfaction and something like bliss. He knows he will never be as complete as he was with God, but he seeks to be as content as he could possibly be with his new life on earth.

Physique: He was created as pure white. His eyes, his hair, his skin was all white was freshly form clouds. His radiance gave him that silver lining and his aura brought out a true golden glow. His form was thicker, more androgynous. His muscles weren’t so well defined. In mercy and concern, God granted him color when he cast him down to earth. His eyes were a deep and rich blue, his hair given many tones, varying from the softest gold to the deepest browns. His skin graced with an even tan, dappled with soft freckles. He reaches 6ft even when standing straight, normally holding an immaculate posture. His structure is thin, though well toned, appearing much weaker than his true strength. When exposed, his wings are 1 and 1/2 the length of his body and reach a full span of approximately 20ft. They are white, with a soft silver sheen. He still holds the same luster, though without the heavenly aura about him. He doesn’t quite glow that glamorous gold, but does retain enough good nature to expose that vague and gentle radiance.