*Name: Hiracia

Nicknames: Cia

*Gender: Male

*Canon: Judeo-Christian

*Descended from what god? Archangel Gabriel

*Relationship to god: Great Grandson

*Main Power: "Scrying" ... basically covers various forms of mind reading such as viewing through someone elses eyes, hearing their thoughts, and sensing their emotions.

Secondary Power: Telekenisis


Appearance

Height: 5'10"

Build: Slightly above average muscle build, defined and toned.

Hair color and style: Long hair, Dirty blonde, usually tied back in a rogue's knot (basically a ponytail)

Eye color: Sky blue edged with silver, glow slightly when he's deep in thought or using his powers

Skin color: Fair

Age appearing: as he's within mortal bounds still, he appears to be exactly his age (21). but when he hits his prime -- between 30-40 most likely, he will stop physically aging for several hundred years.

Other distinguishing marks, features, clothing: Rough, calloused palms and fingertips, and scratched and scarred knuckles. the backs of his hands and arms though, as well as his face, are soft as a baby's bottom. carries a scar on his right hip from a machette. dresses in white underarmor that goes down over his palms and the back of his hands, with thumbholes. wears a black zip-up workout vest over that, that turns to gray on the chest, and has a collar that fits snugly around the bottom of his neck. wears loose black pants, and black skateboarding shoes. has one sapphire earring in his left ear, and a silver amulet with crossed blades on the front that his grandfather gave him.

Personality

*Personality (Write at least two paragraphs): Hiracia is a deep thinker, and very into art (mainly music and poetry). He's self-disciplined and rarely speaks out of turn. he's not really an outgoing sort of person; it's not so much because he's shy, but because he rarely finds reason to reach out. Having only recently found out about his godly lineage, he's sort of scared about what lies ahead in his future, both immediate and distant. Though he still mostly keeps to himself, he sort of prays silently that someone will come along and help him through what he's going through. He doesn't feel that he SHOULD be going through such a rough time, because he's always been the kind of person who sees things as they are, and accepts it without a second thought. But being a godling has turned his world upside down, and confused him to no end, making it difficult to just accept things as they are. Making him wish things would go back to being the way they WERE.

Habits: can get lost in his thoughts and space out for several hours if nobody or nothing snaps him out of it. will often remove himself from a situation and watch carefully, observing and attempting to understand what everyone's thinking and feeling, often forgetting he's physically in the room with these people. Will sometimes refer to those around him as Sir, Ma'am, or Missus.

Other Personality information: Physically unable to knowingly tell a lie.

Miscellaneous Information: He's young, and undeveloped as a godling. he has yet to master his powers. his scrying is completely unpredictable, and will cause him to read random people at random times (could be anyone within miles). Also his Telekenisis is weak. he can't lift more than a couple dozen pounds from close range, he moves it at a slow pace, and he can only apply about 5 pounds of force to anything.

Date of Birth (Year optional): 1/28/88

Place of Birth: Family farm in scotland.

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Occupation/Preferred Jobs (if any): Postal worker, Musician, Farmer

Languages Spoken: English, Latin.

Hobbies: Writing music and Poetry, Writing Letters, laying down and staring at the cieling, just thinking... spending hours at the library doing research on whatever topic currently appeals to him.

Family Info (Fill out all that apply)

Spouse:

Mother: Bernice, granddaughter of Gabriel, deceased

Grandfather: William, Son of Gabriel

Uncle: Alphonse, Deceased

Father: Gregory, Farmer, deceased

Brothers:

Sisters:

Children:

Relationship Status: Single



History: (just as a basic summary, will edit in the details later)
Hiracia was born and raised on his parent's farm in scotland. He was always a bit of a "space cadet," and would often be found sitting on a ledge or something of the like, just staring off into the distance, lost in the catacombs of his own mind. when he was five, his mother Bernice insisted he go to school, and managed to convince his father Gregory to have him go. Hiracia was very good in school, but he couldn't make friends. It's not that he wasn't friendly, they just found him strange, and he was far too intelligent for his age group anyway. soon he began making friends, because he started skipping up through grades. he ended up skipping 4th grade and his first year of junior high, allowing him to graduate junior high when he was 12. his parents were conflicted about whether or not he should keep going to school, but before either of them could win the arguement, Hiracia's grandfather William moved in, and took teaching Hiracia upon himself -- as he earned a masters degree in college. Their lessons consisted mostly of logic, history, Latin, and Philosophy, but they DID eventually get around to other things, such as math. when Hiracia was 19, his grandfather graduated him, and moved away again. the next year Hiracia's father died of cancer, and his mother hand him were left with tending the farm. Neither of them could complain really (setting aside that a husband/father had just passed away) because they were both extremely good workers on the farm, and from that point on, production nearly doubled. But still, they both kept getting a feeling that it wasn't enough, so when fall came around, they took a trip to london in search of a new start, maybe a small building where they could set up a flower shop or something of the like. While in London though, as they were shortcutting through back-allies, they were mugged by a group of thugs. As the thugs started pushing them around, and looking through their things, Bernice suddenly attacked. She took out three of them quickly, before one of them pulled a gun and shot her in the chest. Hiracia became infuriated, and the power of his ancestors became unlocked for a brief moment. his pure anger fueled him to unleash hell upon the thugs, and they were thrown against the walls and into the streets. Hiracia knelt upon the ground, amazed and confused, and that was when his mother explained to him about his heritage. about how his great grandfather was the archangel Gabriel, his grandfather was immortal, and they had inherited unique powers, but unfortunately were both completely mortal. with her dying breath, she used the last of her energy to cast him into the skies, away from her, to the place she felt he would most likely be able to find his grandfather. go figures, a beach in california.