Gael Bellathis

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Name: gael bellathis.

Age: twenty five - [ 4,000+ ].

Race: angel.

Canon or OC: custom.

Which game are you from: n/a.

Alliance: good.

Personality:


- POSITIVE -

Clearly optimistic and expecting the best out of everyone, he retains a prudent aura and wise with his decisions. Even though the number of events have lead him into being a completely different person, and shows keen practical sense in decisions and problem solving. Through most of the world's military and citizens, he has learned how to be organized and resolute, determined to show that he's not someone like billy mays for instance. He has developed a coordinated yet brief and wise system in which works for him: slowly making the people trust him, and gain quite a few friends. He knows well that there's people that don't trust him still; due to the fact that they either hate him, or some other-worldly reason. He's still following this guideline of his and continues to charge forward with undying optimism, fury of prudence, organized, and resolute life style.

Though organized and prudent like every man should be, he rarely worries about things, especially the "out-of-the-ordinary"[/i] battles between the Good and Evil kingdoms. He'd just filled one spot of a guard that has protected the most people. Gael doesn't let the demise of anyone get to him, seeing that it'll only bring him unnecessary recklessness. Despite his though exterior and interior, he's a reliable source of knowledge; whether if it's information, or just your everyday items. He shows clean sportsmanship with anyone except for his enemies, whilst this counts as he sounds inoffensive in language and content. Instead of being the type that would charge into a battle, he prefers to be apart of the observer persuasion, watching his opponents' moves before deciding if he should go all out, or if they're worth it at all.

No, he's not some serious type that is closed off from the world. He's just very practical about things, despite keeping a calm, non-worried expression on his face as well as in his movements. With taking up the spot as a guard/angel, he's very concerned about keeping it and the responsibilities kept only to himself. He's self reliant when it comes to his own power, resources, and talents: preferring to work out things by himself, but it doesn't mean that he won't accept any outside aide though. He doesn't guide his entire life style by emotions or feelings, but instead by intellectual reasons. This also pertains to Gael being rational to reasons and practicing sound judgment. He does not cheat at all, giving him a reputation among the human army as well as showing respect for the human world and the such; making him honest in such terms. Due to the calamities occurring around Suiren everyday, he makes sure that his positive persona is kept intact and his negative traits holding higher regard than them.

- NEGATIVE -

Violent by nature, the guard of sabaku shows tremendous force in his emotions, even if they may sound "calm and worried-less"[/i]; his emotions vehemently exploding when someone manages to provoke them. They're also marked by ardent feeling -- passionate feeling -- bringing out the bottled up emotions inside of him that he kept for so long. Gael doesn't see the meaning as to showing your emotions in front of your enemies or traitors, procreating him to be unsympathetic; thus making his dignity seemingly aloof and unfeeling. Not being tough as in physical matter or uncontrollable, but instead incorrigible; not easily changed. No one really knew how he got into the human world exactly, even if he's reclusive; just not the exact person to love hanging out with society much, only if it's something serious like a siege of some sorts.

He's primarily concerned with his own feelings and thoughts, marking him as an introvert. He won't even tell anyone that something's going on inside of him; whether if it's a friend turning into a rival: or something heart wrenching in the real world ( something that's strong enough to break his heart ), and waits until the right moment to release it; often at the worse times. He prefers to live a solitary life, and is too clouded with his other emotions and more focused on his work rather than finding a companion to go with him to the real world; or anywhere for that matter. One shouldn't confuse this with being reclusive; solitary means living alone without a companion, whilst reclusive means preferring to distance himself from the huge society. If he has to stop being like this, then he will, but it'll just create another conflict inside of him. Not being assertive at all, he is confidentially aggressive and self assured that he'll complete the task at hand: after observing the enemy of course. This makes him unassertive by such means. As expected of some higher standing like him, he's cautious about every single person about himself, not knowing if they're the mysterious figure that plot behind his back, or that innocent person he has met two days ago. This contributes to him being observant in such ways.

Like a hazard occurring irregularly, Gael's unpredictable with everyone: even the mortals of Suiren, whom he's slowly starting to doubt their power and political standing. He doesn't let anyone know what he's doing next, and does things randomly without warning; even killing someone if they were rightfully accused of going against the human kingdom. Like mentioned earlier in this part of the application, it's said that he's aloof; indifferent about the feelings of various people around him and marking him as being reserved at the same time: after all, he doesn't like talking too much like an outgoing person about his daily life after all. The person can just walk up to a random person and ask who's the white haired guard. Not uncontrollable as in being reckless, but instead; like when someone breaks through his thick wall of hardened emotions. He goes on a frenzy in this state, acting almost like a ghost, and will gain his original state no matter what. Want to know the last trait to his personality? Gael's a perfectionist, but in a bad way; trying to execute a mission too perfectly, trying to make everything perfect. No, this doesn't mean that he thinks that he's perfect in everyday. He tries to make everything that he does perfect, but alas; not everyone's like that at all.

Weapons:

sword - here's it's appearance.

Powers:


- OFFENSE -

fire wave - as expected, a wave of fire is shot out when his weapon is swung.

earth wave - as expected, a wave of earth is shot out when his weapon is swung.


- DEFENSE -

fire wall - a wall of fire is shot out to protect him from incoming attacks.

earth wall - a wall of earth is shot out to protect him from incoming attacks.


- SUPPLEMENTARY -

mangaka - the highest cure spell he knows, it can cure even a person near-death, though it would take time.


-- more spells will be added due time. --


Occupation: guard of sabaku.



WISH UPON A STAR[/size]

History:

Of course, Gael wouldn't remember when or how he got up into Heaven, even if it felt as if he hadn't done anything good during his life time. Matter of fact, he didn't even remember how he died, but knew that he had lived on Suiren once before, and is simply living up here to see if he would be granted a second chance at life. Certainly, he would at least have one split second of an image on the day of his death, but he didn't. Maybe it was a new system the angels had put in, to make sure that any incoming souls do not turn crazy and get sent straight to Hell. He woke up in a bed - with pristine white sheets, or shockingly.. everything in the room that he was in was white. he figured it must be some sort of building, because there was no such thing as random floating rooms and such. His assumption was right. When he walked out of the room, he was face to face with a flight of stairs, in which he walked down and was met with a group of people eating at a table; people with white wings. Of course, Gael knew that they were Angels, and wondered why did he wake up with them? When the two sitting at the head of the table introduced themselves, he found out that they were going to act like his family - like the one he had on Suiren...

Unlike the 'family' that he had in the place known as Heaven, he didn't have the pair of bright white wings like they did, and learned that one must earn them once they've obtained a certain amount of power, and has done something good. He kept it a secret, but it was rather hard for him to think of something good to do - especially in a place such as this. He couldn't go down to Suiren again, and had to wait a very long time: possibly even years, just to gain permission to do so. When one of the 'family' members - a boy appearing fifteen years old, say his two different colored eyes, he busted out in excitement, telling all of his "friends" in Heaven that he had a brother that had two different colored eyes. Apparently, having eyes that were two completely different colors was rare, and Gael didn't make a big deal out of it unlike most. He wasn't afraid to walk around with two eyes - red and green, and wasn't shy to answer the questions about them. When one would ask him how he had gotten them, he would merely respond with, "I don't know." Two weeks after the young boy's discovery, Gael was taking a walk amongst the 'town square' that he lived in, and saw two angels... fighting.

He thought that angels were peaceful beings - people that did not fight over another and instead talked it out, but apparently, these two were fighting.. over what? He never got to learn, because the moment that he went over to the two and tried to break it up, one of them punched him in the face, in which.. he just stood there. Unaffected by the tremendous force that the punch gave him, and turned his head to the attacker as if nothing was wrong. It was not common that a new 'soul' that came to Heaven would have this much vitality, nevertheless - receiving a punch from a person that has lived here longer than him ( and has trained more ), and still standing was rather.. interesting. After a few moments of the fight, the two finally apologized, and the one that punched him slipped a piece of white paper into his right hand - and walked away without saying a word. Curious about it's contents, he walked into his room and opened it up, only to see the following written upon the paper: I knew that you were going to try and break it up, but I was shocked that even though with my super strength, you were still standing - and felt unaffected to! I'm giving you this note because I think you are fit for the Angel Academy! If you accept, do not burn it. If you reject, then you must burn it.

Upon entering the Academy ( accepting the invitation ), he was met with the very same man that punched him in the face. He told Gael that he would be his personal mentor - since every student in the building had one person that taught them how to be an Angel - fight like one, magic like theirs, and many other things. The man introduced himself as Haemi, a person that has lived there for five hundred years. Though Gael was "twenty five", he was excited that he got to make his very first friend - outside his 'family'! The Academy was big - housing more than a million students, with the graduation ceremony and exit exam being merely two months away. If he wanted to graduate early, he would have to train extra hard. If he wanted to be the typical new student, he would have to wait a couple of years before the ceremony came by again. Being smart, he has decided to challenge Haemi's intense training, and didn't know that by doing that for every day - eight hours each time, would make him more powerful than the students, and top of the class!

--- FAST-FORWARD THROUGH TIME ---

Now Gael is an Angel - one granted with the elemental powers of fire and earth ( mainly ) - and is amongst the most powerful angels in Suiren ( not all of the Tales Of series, just the world known as Suiren. There's no saying that the other angels are weaker, he's just amongst the most powerful ). He serves as a mere guard of Sabaku - a quiet village with a small population; it has given him the opportunity to be alone ( most of the time ), and to reflect upon past deeds.

Likes:

-- History.
-- Being alone.
-- Quiet noises.
-- Human activity.
-- Tomatoes.

Dislikes:

-- The bad people, duh.
-- Loud and cruel dictators.
-- Cold and freezing temperatures.
-- Long lectures ( even though he gives them out ).
-- People that automatically assume things without "proof".

Fears:

-- Seeing humans turn bad.
-- Suiren falling down to Darkness.
-- Becoming influenced by the power of Darkness.


INTO THE WEST[/size]

Sample RP:

He had to admit it; being outside all the time does have it's advantages. It gave you a sense of freedom and self-security and takes you to other worlds that not normal humans can see, imagine, and venture in. If you were the son or daughter of the big three, it meant that you had a lot of time on your hands, and you can't attend to the needs of others, depending on how well attached you are to your parents. Ismael was famous in the camp, being the only son of Zeus besides the famous Thalia, one of Artemis's hunters. He didn't really know her personally, but through the gossip that other campers told him when they were training, he knew she was someone important: helping Perseus Jackson defeat Kronos/Atlas and causing the traitor Luke to stab himself. That's a story that was passed down from camper to camper, immortal to immortal, then to the entire greek mythology world. He, of course, was among the first people to hear about this great victory those many years back, filling him with many possibilities that the next threat comes, maybe he can be the hero this time. The eagle that was perched on his left shoulder was a bird of loyalty; one of the symbols of Zeus, and the faithful companion that won't disobey him no matter what; even if he was betraying the gods that instant. "We don't need anyone else to help us. It's only you and me.." He said quietly to his pet and pegasus, patting the eagle softly on the beak while patting the mare on his neck gingerly, making sure not to do it too hard, for that it can result in him having to deal with yet another injury, and he didn't want to suffer one like he had done when he was eight years old, fighting his now "friend-turned-enemy-turned-friend-turned-enemy" half brother, Andrew Crawford, which was surprisingly, the same age as him, but didn't inherit Zeus's bloodline.

Ismael was known to be a hot-headed, violent, and blunt male, exactly like Zeus, since basically all of his sons and daughters are given apart of his personality, or rather, an entire replica as they were given birth too. He shared a lot of his father's traits, saving for the trait of stupid, because why would a person want a trait that made them embarrassed in front of other people? He was thankful he didn't get that part, or he would've killed himself, or commit what the Japanese call senppuku. Just don't get him angry or push him into a body of water, because he will get extremely pissed off and won't even talk to you for a week if you did so. Right now, he wished it was the night time; when the bright sun won't be shining on him so much and cause his right arm to itch with an intense heat. Well, he cursed himself for being the son of one of the most important gods of Olympus and went back to Acaulis, making sure that the hair was smooth so it won't get tangled, and made sure that no one else would try to release him. If they do, it meant going through him, and if they went through him, it meant facing Zeus, and that results in an automatic punishment in the eyes of the gods and goddesses. Poseidon will be the angriest out of them all, because he created horses, of course. Stretching his arms upward, he yawned for a very long moment, hearing someone else approach as he sighed deeply, telling the eagle to scan the area around them to make sure no one else would come.

Almost as if he read the female's thoughts as she patted her pegasus, he tilted his head to the right. "My name is Ismael Quinton Crawford." He said bluntly, mumbling about something that he needed to get rid of his blut persona, but he knew that will stick with him until he dies. He got sick and tired of everyone saying "hello" to him, and he assumed that Percy also got tired of it, but he may be wrong. Looking up at the sky, he yearned just to be up there: in an air plane or simply falling out of the sky from jumping off of a very high mountain. It will give him a sense of security and hospitality, and it's the only way that the two could communicate. Looking at the girl in front of him, the blond hair and friendliness almost gave her away from which cabin she came from, but he let that go as he needed more important things to do. Ismael can be friendly if he wanted too, and if the person wasn't going to pester him about his parent and stuff, maybe he will. In his vocabulary book, pestering about his god parent meant that they can't talk to him about that subject for more than two hours. He was fine until that time pasts, and when it does, he will snap into a fury of lightning storms. Looking more towards where the girl was petting her pegasus, he blinked, seeing like she came for the same reason, or just felt like checking up on her animal. For him, he did this daily so Acaulis won't forget him and hold a grudge. Good thing he didn't have a cat at all. They held grudges; huge ones.

"Attending to your own pegasus?" He asked, patting the neck of his own as he stiffed out a yawn again. He cursed mentally to Apollo, furious that he had to make him sleep in, and he didn't like to do that; it made him sleepy and caused bags to form underneath his eyes. Today, there wasn't any bags, so that was good.

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