[Khans]

Tenth of the Angel theme, Camael

These Angelic tolters are simply called "Angels" or "Angel Tolters, AT" (very creative, I know)
Angels tend to follow their name sake when it comes to personality, so not every Angel is going to be a goodie sugar plum . In appearance, all Angels have glossy, light coloured eyes (pastel almost), and light coloured coats, markings will range. Angels also tend to be taller (no more than 15hh though), smarter, and faster than the average tolter. If you want to know all of the Angels i'm going to do , here is the list. I'm not going to skip any unless it's the same angel but with a different name, so don't worry. If you have any questions feel free to message me!

Quick Bio on Cam: Camael (prob. alternate spelling of either Chamuel חַמּוּאֵל (from chammah חַמָּה: "heat", "rage") - "wrath of God" or Qemuel קְמוּאֵל (from qum קוּם: "to arise", "to stand up") - "God is risen", "raised by God", "he who sees/stands before God" — also spelled as Khamael, Camiel, Cameel or Camniel) is the archangel of strength, courage and war in Christian and Jewish mythology and angelology. He is known as one of the ten Kabbalah angels, assigned to the sephira Gevurah. Camael's name is also included in Pseudo-Dionysius' 5th or 6th century AD, "Corpus Areopagiticum" as one of the seven archangels along with Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Jophiel, and Zadkiel. He is claimed to be the leader of the forces that expelled Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden holding a flaming sword. Camael is not recognised by the Catholic Church due to the Vatican's decision to ban the veneration of angels is not mentioned in the Bible. -Wiki

Username: Wentz
Name: Twilight Son of Rage & Love 'Camael'
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Maybe like black with gold buckles and white wings on the side?
Personalty: Camael is a very obdurate character. Not many people get on with him. He is professional and stoic, he doesn't believe that even he needs a break. There is no denying his wisdom although. Camael is a very intelligent animal and he is a leader within himself. He doesn't respond to the herd leader's commands and he is a lot more knowledgeable than her. He will fight if necessary but usually he can break other horses down with words, twisting and manipulating them until the opponent recognises its failure as the words will be taken right out of it's mouth and used against them. There is no point in arguing with Camael, he won't back down and he will never lose. Even if his thinking is not necessarily humane, it will always be the best choice to go with in a sticky situation. He's quiet and keeps to himself mainly. Nobody really bothers him, he prefers to be alone.
Camael doesn't understand how some creatures risk their lives for another as they're all the same to him. Nobody has really got that close to him to start feeling attached. Although in imminent danger, he will not run away but fight but not for your health but because he doesn't back down. He will not stop until his enemy is defeated. He is tactical and always knows your move before you do. Camael is never not on the ball but he is never stressed. He is very cold but calm. Maybe it's just a sign that he's not been in contact with beings capable of emotion before?

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[kortico]

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[Desmond]

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Name: Battle Rising // Camael // "Cam"
Gender: Generally considered male (biologically stallion)
Halter color: Decaying/corrupting white.
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As simply as possible, Camael is a righteous 'scrapper'. Akin to the haggard, homeless children who live on the streets all over the world, he has the head to survive by whatever means necessary, and that often gets him into 'scraps' and petty fights - which, he doesn't lose all that often. Few are able to handle his mastery of the art of scuffling, or the endless courage that flows through his very veins like the blood that courses through the commonfolks'. He has a peculiar habit of wandering off, which necessitates a small GPS tracker to be tethered to him at all times by his owners, lest they lose him forever. Cam is generally uncomfortable with others, especially humans; it takes a lot of gumption to consider putting a saddle on his back and expecting to be permitted to ride him like any other horse in the stable.

In his own mind, Camael is simply searching - though for what, he hasn't quite pinned down. He has considered the possibility that what he's looking for is not physical, for neither forest nor stone has offered any peace to him, but mental or emotional. Knowledge, he has; there is little that he has encountered that he could not figure out. However... maybe there is something more, out there, waiting for him? It may take time and more battles to fight and, with any luck, leave as the conquering party... no matter. He has time, and bring what battles may come; Camael is ready and waiting.

Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?:

The humans... they refer to him as Cam, as if something like him can ever be properly referred to with a name that possesses only three letters. An unwise choice, for a creature whose very presence can rattle walls, thicken the air with suspense, and scatter the birds and mice that fear the tension and approaching danger. Even I, a ferry for the oblivious boys over the hilly grounds, can feel the dirt and rocks shudder, the cargo box in the bed slowly slipping from the tethers afforded to it. I have been here since the winter of '96... and, before then, I had whiled away at a farm fifty-three-and-a-half miles south, where I'd been since I rolled off the line in some ungodly hot month in '74 - and never had I encountered such a frightening presence.

He came to us covered in mud... the white splashed on his back was indiscernible from his coat, his mane somewhat unkempt despite the best efforts of his seller. It may have been mud, it may have been natural, but the way some of his forelock stood on-end, he looked rough and ready for a fight, a regular James Dean, or perhaps one of those angry new Chargers in horse form - and with the overpowering sense of hostility that hung around him like diesel fumes stick to old Peterbilts, I was sure that it was going to come to blows.

But the anxiety wasn't left at the pick-up point. It came home with us, badly needing a bath and a thorough brushing, and stomping a little storm in the old rattly trailer as it bumped and rattled down the road. I had written it off as a fluke; maybe it was just the effect of a strong-willed animal who was unsure of his surroundings?

If only!

The grounds were strangely quiet as I took the boys and the newcomer to the southeast corner paddock, with its wide open spaces and abnormally tall fencing, fit to keep even the strongest jumpers in line. Not a bird squalled or horse whinnied... it was as though all had abandoned the place. I sat nearby after they had unloaded the beast and tethered him to a post so that they could get him washed up and presentable for the lady of the land, supplying the light as the day began to dwindle away. What was normally an old routine was, this time, laced with pins and needles, especially after the forbidding mark on his face came free of the mask of clay and dirt, and his eyes, originally muted and half-lidded with disinterest, suddenly sparked with life - and as much as I'd hoped that spark would be the same kind of bright curiosity of a young human, this....

The spark was that of dangerous intelligence; the same kind that possessed a pack of dinosaurs on an old movie that my previous owners had shown when they hosted an outdoor party, two years before I had been sold.

The Jeep hadn't fared too well in that one, if memory served me right, and if my chassis hadn't rattled too much over the course of the years.

After the strike of the fierce gaze had settled into a glowering, spiteful burn, the air shifted slightly. "Cam" huffed a deep breath, and the unease was joined by the feeling of judgment by righteousness - righteousness that had the right to judge, no less. In the light of the evening sun behind him, framing the crown of his head, the white patterns on his shoulders seemed to come to life as the water worked its magic against the grime and filth, and I could almost feel my engine sinking against the frame that held it firmly in place.

A piece of heaven walks upon our grounds, and we are but its playthings.

[guilttripping]

Username: Wentz
Name: Twilight Son of Rage & Love 'Camael'
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Maybe like black with gold buckles and white wings on the side?
Personalty: Camael is a very obdurate character. Not many people get on with him. He is professional and stoic, he doesn't believe that even he needs a break. There is no denying his wisdom although. Camael is a very intelligent animal and he is a leader within himself. He doesn't respond to the herd leader's commands and he is a lot more knowledgeable than her. He will fight if necessary but usually he can break other horses down with words, twisting and manipulating them until the opponent recognises its failure as the words will be taken right out of it's mouth and used against them. There is no point in arguing with Camael, he won't back down and he will never lose. Even if his thinking is not necessarily humane, it will always be the best choice to go with in a sticky situation. He's quiet and keeps to himself mainly. Nobody really bothers him, he prefers to be alone.
Camael doesn't understand how some creatures risk their lives for another as they're all the same to him. Nobody has really got that close to him to start feeling attached. Although in imminent danger, he will not run away but fight but not for your health but because he doesn't back down. He will not stop until his enemy is defeated. He is tactical and always knows your move before you do. Camael is never not on the ball but he is never stressed. He is very cold but calm. Maybe it's just a sign that he's not been in contact with beings capable of emotion before?

Your first encounter where you realized that this was an angel tolter?:

Many countries have their own myths and legends but the story of the real War Horse was the one the entire world had in common because nearly ever country had experienced their own war. Legend had it that at the sight of a battlefield staring into the fray was a grey and white horse with piercing blue eyes. He'd stand calmly and quietly scanning the bloodbath before sending a fierce battle cry into the air and disappearing. Many veterans who had seen the horse had said they'd felt braver, stronger... invincible. They felt that the horse was a special omen from God to them and that God had selected them to survive. The others believe that their comrades were just deluded and confused saying the battle cry from the stallion was just a furious weapon. It was rumoured that he was the angel of war and courage, Camael. Seeing Camael was a massive honour within the army so imagine my surprise when the Angel himself turned up.

I was turning my horses out one night when I noticed a solitary horse near the edge of the forest surrounding the Twilight Circus, the last beams of sunlight hit his flowing mane and made his silvery colour light up in the sunset. He was tall - stood about 16hh - unusual for the horses around here. He was too tall to be one of mine and his icey eyes bore into my skin as he scanned me from the forest. He was watching over my horses. I noticed a distinct white marking on his side resembling a wing and then his description reminded me of something... I just couldn't place my finger on it...

The mysterious silver stallion appeared for many nights, just calm watching over my tolters with a thoughtful expression on his face. He was deep in thought. He'd stand there for about five minutes or so before fading into the night not to been seen, it intrigued me. Many questions swirled in my head. Who owned him? Why did he come here? Is he lost? Has he escaped? Will I get in trouble for him coming on my land? Will his owners think I have stolen him? I didn't feel scared though, which was unusual. I felt un-alarmed. I could potentially be done for stealing somebodies stallion and by the looks of him, he wasn't cheap! But, oh no. I'll be fine! I decided to let him be for a week and then he's going to move on!

The next day after my interesting and kinda corrupt thought process, I decided to go into the city to buy meet some friends when a street preacher with medals on his jackets was talking about something to do with a certain Angel named Camael... This guy was definitely a veteran and I stood within the crowd to listen to him speak.
"He was a tall silver and white horse with magnificent eyes of ice, he was calm amidst the noise of the battle, he granted me with life and courage to go on! His mane and tail looked like they were made from the purest silk that only God had chosen! It was most definitely the Angel of the military, Camael!" I felt woozy, this street preacher had just spot on accurately described the stallion that stood at the endge of my forest and watched my horses... I told my friends I had to go and marched home quickly to see the stallion stood at his usual spot. I walked up to the fence about 10 meters away from him and said "I know what you are!" He snorted and tossed his head.
I am indeed an angel.

[Tazaria]

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res! If this is close to ending, can i have an extension? I was away for two days and didn't see this posted <33

[heyheygirl101]

Username: heyheygirl101
Name: Fear the Wrath of Heaven // Camael
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: A flaming sword on one of your leather halters
Personalty: Camael is a strange tolter, he seems like the protective sort and yet only protects one mare in the heard, and he protects her viciously. The mare is Eden and well now that we know who he truly is it makes sense as to why he protects her so much however it does make him a danger to the herd. With Camael there is always the threat of violence and so a lot of times he has to be isolated from the herds, lucky for him though Eden is also isolated from the herds because she has a temptation about her that no one can resist. Something that Camael doesn't seem to feel which allows them to stay close together and him to keep an eye on her and protect her from any possible threat.
Your first encounter where you realized that this was an angel tolter?: The night Camael came into our lives was an adventure. The moon shone brightly over the acres of land and from the kitchen window you could see each of the herds; even though the moon lit everything there was a mystery about the night like there was something that was there to see but it was just beyond the point of sight. It caused a worry that I couldn't shake and as I stared out into the night, a mug of green tea clutched tightly in my hands I wondered what it was and before long I was pulling on my boots and wrapping a shawl around my shoulders to keep the cool breeze from touching my bare arms.
As I trudged out of the house I saw what I wasn't able to from the house, a flash of light just at the edge of the forest, it wasn't uncommon for people to go hiking in the forest behind the ranch, we were in the Rocky's after all, however to still be out at this late hour was out of the ordinary so I decided to pick up the pace so I could offer assistance if it was necessary. Getting closer to the flickering light I noticed that it looked less like a flashlight and more like a torch, which made me rather angry considering they were walking through a forest and could easily set it on fire, so I began to run less worried about them possibly being lost and more that they could injured my herd.
When I was about 100 feet away I realized that this was no normal moment, Eden stood by the fence and a very bright what looked like a man floated about 5 feet above the ground on the other side a flaming sword in him hand. Extremely confused and concerned I whistled for Eden, her ears perked and swiveled towards me but it took her a few moments to actually look at me, then she quickly looked back to the glowing man thing with the flaming sword, I watched in a frozen fear as he looked up to me raised his sword. I closed my eyes then figuring I was definitely dead, but as the bright light that my eye lids did not protect me from faded and I slowly opened my eyes. To my complete and utter surprise there stood a stallion about 10 feet from me, it walked up to me and in my mind I heard him say "You may call me Camael."

[Khans]

Username: Wentz
Name: Twilight Son of Rage & Love 'Camael'
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Maybe like black with gold buckles and white wings on the side?
Personalty: Camael is a very obdurate character. Not many people get on with him. He is professional and stoic, he doesn't believe that even he needs a break. There is no denying his wisdom although. Camael is a very intelligent animal and he is a leader within himself. He doesn't respond to the herd leader's commands and he is a lot more knowledgeable than her. He will fight if necessary but usually he can break other horses down with words, twisting and manipulating them until the opponent recognises its failure as the words will be taken right out of it's mouth and used against them. There is no point in arguing with Camael, he won't back down and he will never lose. Even if his thinking is not necessarily humane, it will always be the best choice to go with in a sticky situation. He's quiet and keeps to himself mainly. Nobody really bothers him, he prefers to be alone.
Camael doesn't understand how some creatures risk their lives for another as they're all the same to him. Nobody has really got that close to him to start feeling attached. Although in imminent danger, he will not run away but fight but not for your health but because he doesn't back down. He will not stop until his enemy is defeated. He is tactical and always knows your move before you do. Camael is never not on the ball but he is never stressed. He is very cold but calm. Maybe it's just a sign that he's not been in contact with beings capable of emotion before?

Your first encounter where you realized that this was an angel tolter?:

Many countries have their own myths and legends but the story of the real War Horse was the one the entire world had in common because nearly ever country had experienced their own war. Legend had it that at the sight of a battlefield staring into the fray was a grey and white horse with piercing blue eyes. He'd stand calmly and quietly scanning the bloodbath before sending a fierce battle cry into the air and disappearing. Many veterans who had seen the horse had said they'd felt braver, stronger... invincible. They felt that the horse was a special omen from God to them and that God had selected them to survive. The others believe that their comrades were just deluded and confused saying the battle cry from the stallion was just a furious weapon. It was rumoured that he was the angel of war and courage, Camael. Seeing Camael was a massive honour within the army so imagine my surprise when the Angel himself turned up.

I was turning my horses out one night when I noticed a solitary horse near the edge of the forest surrounding the Twilight Circus, the last beams of sunlight hit his flowing mane and made his silvery colour light up in the sunset. He was tall - stood about 16hh - unusual for the horses around here. He was too tall to be one of mine and his icey eyes bore into my skin as he scanned me from the forest. He was watching over my horses. I noticed a distinct white marking on his side resembling a wing and then his description reminded me of something... I just couldn't place my finger on it...

The mysterious silver stallion appeared for many nights, just calm watching over my tolters with a thoughtful expression on his face. He was deep in thought. He'd stand there for about five minutes or so before fading into the night not to been seen, it intrigued me. Many questions swirled in my head. Who owned him? Why did he come here? Is he lost? Has he escaped? Will I get in trouble for him coming on my land? Will his owners think I have stolen him? I didn't feel scared though, which was unusual. I felt un-alarmed. I could potentially be done for stealing somebodies stallion and by the looks of him, he wasn't cheap! But, oh no. I'll be fine! I decided to let him be for a week and then he's going to move on!

The next day after my interesting and kinda corrupt thought process, I decided to go into the city to buy meet some friends when a street preacher with medals on his jackets was talking about something to do with a certain Angel named Camael... This guy was definitely a veteran and I stood within the crowd to listen to him speak.
"He was a tall silver and white horse with magnificent eyes of ice, he was calm amidst the noise of the battle, he granted me with life and courage to go on! His mane and tail looked like they were made from the purest silk that only God had chosen! It was most definitely the Angel of the military, Camael!" I felt woozy, this street preacher had just spot on accurately described the stallion that stood at the endge of my forest and watched my horses... I told my friends I had to go and marched home quickly to see the stallion stood at his usual spot. I walked up to the fence about 10 meters away from him and said "I know what you are!" He snorted and tossed his head.
I am indeed an angel.

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[guilttripping]

Thank you omg