- NAME, AGE, SPECIES. “I am Andromiel, an angel of the lord. My age cannot easily be counted in human years, but a frame of reference may give you some help. When I was young, I was tasked to break the land into a mountain. Just as Hael carved her grand canyon into the earth, so I set about carving this stone behemoth. In human words it is called Mount Everest. I was fully mature when humanity's beloved Castiel was born. In Heaven, I was ranked as one of the seraphim. I have only one pair of wings. They are beyond a human's perception. I fell, but my powers are imbued in my being and not my grace. Unlike my fellow seraph Castiel, my grace was not taken from me. However, I am cut off from Heaven like all the others and I would like to know why.”
HISTORY, PERSONALITY: “Millennia ago, I was created by the Father. That much of my life was simple. Like many of my brothers and sisters, I fought against Lucifer and the demons. I was taught to be a warrior of Heaven, not unlike the other angels. I have not ever truly harbored any ill will against humanity; in truth, I have left Heaven to walk amongst them many times. The humans have taught me more in a few decades than I had ever anticipated, despite the fact their culture grows increasingly corrupt. I have a fondness for humanity which may be seen by others as a weakness. I am loyal to humans alone, a choice which was confirmed upon the locking of Heaven. To the best of my ability I blend, but the number of angels on earth has dramatically increased. I am often times very dogmatic in my ways and am likely to lean toward old-fashioned. To my brothers and sisters I am loyal, yes, but I cannot side with Heaven any longer. My manner of speech is distinct among humans but not among angels. I do my best to understand this world and though some parts still do not quite make sense I still consider these humans to be under my protection.”
LOOKS: “My true form is about the size of your Empire State Building and has four animalistic faces and a pair of wings. That information will not affect you. What you see and hear of me is from Elizabeth Johnson. She, my vessel, is five feet and eight inches tall. At the time when I came to inhabit her she was twenty-one. Her hair is long and wavy, an auburn color that is distinctive. Her eyes are brown. Elizabeth's voice has suited me well, I suppose, as it is surprisingly loud and sharp when I desire it to be.”