Name: Zaaphael Angelus Vindicta
Aliases: Cold, Zane
Gender: Male
Pronounced: Cold
Species: Avenging Angel
Age: He doesn't know for sure (appears about 20-23)

SO: Straight
Status: Single - Might be secretly considering a certain someone not so bad to be around...

Angelic Rank: Avenging Angel
Heavenly Status: Missing
Duty in the Hierarchy: The Hitman
Mentally: Sane
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Theme Song: Better Days - The Game
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Strengths: Elemental power over ice and wind, freezing touch, street-fighter styled tactics, can fly, able to awaken his avenging angel form (rarely)
Weaknesses: Weak against heat and fire, dislikes flying, is bound to the Hierarchy, lost all memory of being an avenging angel and his identity, the avenging angel side can take over when weakened

Attitude: Cold is rather easy to dislike; he speaks with the slang of lower society and is bunt and sharp when doing so. He's generally pretty hateful, bitter, extremely guarded, and honestly couldn't care less about you or your feelings. However, once he actually finds someone that he cares about he's extremely protective and wouldn't hesitate to jump into action to save them or protect them. This is rare though, as Cold is unable to feel many emotions and those he does are very faint. Despite his poor attitude and the misguided purpose he's given himself, he does try to be as good of a person as he can manage and he has a good heart underneath all the ice.

A Lost Memoir

"Perhaps the most merciful thing about the cold is the numbness it causes, even to the point that emotions themselves become less painful."


Would you take the bullet? Really, tell me in all honesty, would you really step forward to push them out of the way and take it as your own to save someone you love, or even a stranger? Many of us say we would, but when it comes right down to the microsecond of taking that leap of faith and revealing our inner selves to save that person from death...most of us won't. It is the people around us that influence who we are, how we act, what we do, and how our decisions are made; it is very rare to come across someone that actually thinks for themselves anymore.

The "gang life" disgusts me. They all say that they'll be with you to protect you, they'll "have your back" until death and whatever else they say to get you on their firing squad for control over a petty block of run down apartments littered with graffiti. They'll show their battle scars, their bullet wounds and stab wounds, with pride and tell you how they'd do it all again to save you when it reality it was a stray bullet that hit them instead of the person that started the fight in the first place. It is all a disgusting lie. My brother lived this life and had his fair share of hospital visits. And in all my hours of staying by his side through the instability and finally the leveling out of his pulse I never once saw these people that claimed to have his back at his bedside. They won't visit you once the law has finally locked you up either, they'll just laugh and wait until you're released and act like they couldn't get to you. It was one of these things that killed him; fighting in a petty war of the streets. It's probably what snapped me and made me want to fight back, but you know that they'd never be scared of someone like me. In all honesty I wouldn't be either; I wasn't going to do anything about it. Not like I could anyway.

I took the bullet. I did, with pride. When it came down to life or death I chose death to save life. My little sister's life is far more valuable then mine, I really thought she would go far. All it took was a stray bullet from a drive by fight to speed toward my younger sibling who played innocently on the steps; and that's all it took to impale me forever. I died on that doorstep, my blood crimson on the concrete. I had no regrets, not a one. When your other half, your twin brother, dies in your arms it's hardly a choice to take that bullet. It was only fitting that we both would die the same way. Everyone wanted us to be exactly the same, after all.

I don't consider myself noble. I'm not a hero. I was a normal person; there was nothing special about me. My self-proclaimed purpose now has turned into a search for revenge upon those that ripped my life to shreds and spread those pieces around the world like the pages of a book without a binding; and like those pages my story is lost. Or it was, until now. I'm back. How's life for me? I'm living. My family and all I know is gone and I'm just something that seeks out those cruel of heart and kills them. Forgive me if I've become a little cold

Character Summary

[ ignore stuff below -- just reminders for when I actually write this up... ]


* Cold's soul was frozen when he awoke after his human death because of the bitterness that he held inside in the moments of his dying breaths. Because it was frozen, no reaper was able to claim the human side of his existence away and he now keeps human feelings as well as avenging angel traits, making him a one-of-a-kind avenging angel (while he feels very little, the others feel nothing at all).

* Avenging angels, while not of a particularly high rank, are extremely rare. They are souls created by the leaders of heaven to punish the wicked and avenge those that have fallen innocently. They are known best for being the angels that cast fallen angels from heaven and the ones that strip their wings away. They are so rare, in fact, that they are one of the few ranks of angels that actually reincarnate when they die--this keeps the avenging angels a constant number as they have all been there since the beginning, though in different lives.

* The only time that Cold actually remembers himself for short periods of time is when he is weakened enough to the point that he must use everything he has to keep himself alive. Alternatively, this can also happen if his sanity is pushed to far because of his constant self-questioning.






Just Leave me Alone...

They Call Themselves Heavenly...



Others I Have Met

I've always been too stubborn to run, but you wouldn't be the first to not understand me. *raises an eyebrow*

You're not the only one that brings trouble...so don't worry about it. But I don't get how you can read me so easily...