(His Highness, Royal Crown Heir) Isra Felle Gold
writer ; Ph.D ; royalty ; staff
approx. 2,408 years / appears late twenties • unknown birthday • male • falling archangel
• librarian and substitute teacher of various subjects at the Academy •
• currently looking into various churches •
• also looking for another job•
• and a boyfriend •
Appearance:
Pictures reveal that Isra has beautifully sculpted features, crow-dark hair, long white lashes, and brilliantly dark blue eyes. He stands at about 6'1'' with long limbs and delicate fingers. He often wears cable-knit sweater vests and rather crisp clothes, and he's got earbuds in 80% of the time. (What he's listening to is anyone's guess – most ears recognize it as static.)
The the regular eye, he looks fuzzy, like you're not wearing your glasses even though you don't need glasses and don't even own a pair. It's like there's something preventing you from seeing him clearly. That's his life force seeping out of him, honey, what's making him look so unfocused.
Personality:
- patient
- proud, arrogant
- acts like the king of the world sometimes
- is responsible for his actions
- is responsible in general (enough to make up for two other people)
- wants every single new product on the market because it's cool
- tries hard to be nice
- does his best to be helpful
- always outs the liar
- is very strict about whatever rules have been set
- all books must be sorted in alphabetical order by author
- drives him crazy when students just shove books back into whatever shelf they're by
- private space must remain private; no other persons allowed in his bedroom or any space Isra considers private. There is a difference between personal and private--people are welcome to come into his apartment, eat in the kitchen, and use the bathroom, because he acknowledges that guests need those spaces.
Abilities:
An angel, Isra has a pair of beautiful feathered wings sprouting from his lower back. They're a shimmering snow-white and lined like an owl's. When spread, they reach a span of 18 ft. and expand slightly when he flexes them and actually wants to fly. When not needed, Isra folds them up tight against his back.
- Flight: the wings allow angels to fly, but like any limbs, they have a limit. Isra Felle tires easily, and his wings can only carry him short distances. Fortunately, he can fly rather quickly. To the regular eye, angel flight would be akin to teleportation.
- Also, sweet, sweet immortality. Well, until Isra's grace runs out, which is like his angel-ness. (Then he dies.) For some reason, the area of the Manta Carlos islands makes Isra feel better, and slows down the rate in which he's dying. Even so, it's estimated that he'll live for only another eighteen months. Currently, there is no cure.
- Isra's hunches usually prove to be true, earning him the title of an oracle in 16th century Rome. Either it's his supernaturally-heightened senses as an angel or simply him being smarter than everyone else at the time.
- As a not human, he is a bit stronger than human humans. Like, he'd flip a bus two stories into the air in a fit of rage.
Isra has gone through school twice already, and has gone to and graduated from multiple colleges in his lifetime. He attends a different school each time, in a different country, under different names. To show for it, Isra has a whopping eight degrees in six different fields, two doctorates, and has published a grand total of 83 books (all under pen names). Yes, he spent a lot of money and time on education. He was bored and the loot from Rome was just sitting there.
An Extremely Short Explanation As To Why Isra Is By Himself Even Though It Is Agreed He Should Never Be Left Alone:
Isra really just wants time away from his family, an extensive and overbearing group of angel (or angel-subcategories) who pretty much seek world domination. So he fled to the Manta Carlos islands (a magical place he heard about from a trusted friend and advisor) for some space before he dies. He fancies himself undercover or something, and spends most of his free time plotting ways to regain his failing life force or put off his death (although that's a lie. Isra spends an alarming amount of time browsing YouTube or downloading *whatever it is he listens to*).
Other Information:
A little while ago, sometime just before 10th century BC, a group of angels decided to make themselves royalty. And with their abilities and worship, they succeeded, and founded a new country. It's small but powerful, and none of the world governments like to admit it still exists. Anyway. The angels called themselves of Gold, one of the most sought-after materials of the world. This country is somehow still in perfect working order even today.
Isra Felle, the oldest of the sixty-three children of the king, is the crown heir to the throne. He's been burdened with expectations and dreams since a young age. All of his uncles and aunties and distantly-related kin have done their best to gain favor with him. Nearly every single family member (including Isra's mother) has attempted to kill him at least twice. But the one that got the closest to succeeding was Isra's youngest sister. She was his favorite, the one Isra cared for the most, and she stabbed him right between his wings during a banquet. (The weapon was cursed, and it ate through Isra's skin like acid, right down to his very soul. Though the wound has long since healed, it still seeps grace like a leaking faucet. She may as well have succeeded then, for it is that wound that is slowly killing him.)
Other Information:
A little while ago, sometime just before 10th century BC, a group of angels decided to make themselves royalty. And with their abilities and worship, they succeeded, and founded a new country. It's small but powerful, and none of the world governments like to admit it still exists. Anyway. The angels called themselves of Gold, one of the most sought-after materials of the world. This country is somehow still in perfect working order even today.
Isra Felle, the oldest of the sixty-three children of the king, is the crown heir to the throne. He's been burdened with expectations and dreams since a young age. All of his uncles and aunties and distantly-related kin have done their best to gain favor with him. Nearly every single family member (including Isra's mother) has attempted to kill him at least twice. But the one that got the closest to succeeding was Isra's youngest sister. She was his favorite, the one Isra cared for the most, and she stabbed him right between his wings during a banquet. (The weapon was cursed, and it ate through Isra's skin like acid, right down to his very soul. Though the wound has long since healed, it still seeps grace like a leaking faucet. She may as well have succeeded then, for it is that wound that is slowly killing him.)
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