...A Shadow upon Heaven... ((Sign ups!))

[Asilynne]

@Ghost-Perfect! accepted :> and yes human ftw lol

[pokemasterfrank]

Oh god. I apologize if my RPing sucks. I haven't done it in such a long time.

Name: Kiran Daray
Angel Rank/Title: Oh noes. If this were munchkins, I'd have no class As with most humans, he goes either way - or neither way. I don't know. Don't look at me
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: At first glance, his hair catches their eye. Some might write him off as an insane person, but the careful eye would notice that it is the do of one that no longer cares. His hair is long - if smoothed down, would be around shoulder length - and wild, growing this way and that and sticking out in odd directions. However, a careful eye is not needed to see the patches of white hair marking his black-like brown hair. His eyes were of a clear shade of grey, like a pool of grey water, but are now dull, only to light up in anger. He wears the garb of a beggar - dirty, old, and tattered. In his eyes, anything is better than what he wore before. He is fit, though is showing signs of deterioration, in mind and body, from self-apathy.
Personality: If Kiran was to be summed up by one word, it would be disillusioned. He no longer knows what to fight for, who to fight for. Everything he knew and believed was shattered long ago. He is cold to those he knows and might as well be non-existent to those he doesn't.
History: Kiran wasn't always like this. In a previous life, he was once an optimistic young man, studying to become priest in the Order of the Light - the supposed first line of defense against all that is evil on Earth. The Order of the Light believed in hope, love, and compassion, worshiped the light, and hoped to bring everyone these gifts of life. Kiran believed in these values with his whole heart and soul.

One day, while wandering in one of the many groves in the Order's temple, his eyes fell on a young nun-in-training. After that point, he began doting on her, bringing her food, bringing her flowers. Against the rules of the Order, he wanted to love - to have her love. Months after, weeks before his full initiation, he followed her into a secluded corner of the temple. He found himself among a rogue faction of the priests and nuns, conspiring to spread the infection of the dark and hatred - among them, his love. In a fit of rage - at this betrayal of beliefs...(and most importantly) of the heart, he entered the room.

When he awoke, he found himself surrounded by bodies - of those who were in that dark meeting. He saw some of his tutors, one of the high priests, his mentor. He saw blood - their blood - staining his tattered robes, dried upon his hands.

He left the order immediately - unable to face what had happened and unable to believe in what he once believed.
Talents: He can sulk.
Other: RE-Habilitation Tank One.

EDIT: RAWR. Why can't we disable smileys in our posts?