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Oct. 3rd, 2009
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NAME: Kira
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CHARACTER
NAME: The Metatron
FANDOM: Dogma
AGE: Eternal
ALIGNMENT (GOOD, EVIL, NEUTRAL): GOOD
BRIEF BACKGROUND SUMMARY: One would think that a life of being God's constant companion would be simple. But, for the Metatron, it is anything but. A member of the highest choir of angels, a Seraphim, The Metatron is the highest of the four, serving as official Heavenly Scribe and the Voice of God for any necessary communications between the Almighty and the mortals that make up humanity. Any time that anyone claims to have spoken to God, they've been speaking to him...unless they're crazy and have just been talking to themselves. Usually, it's the latter.
Through the years, The Metatron has been charged with most of the relaying o quests and holy deeds to the important biblical figures. One of his largest amusements is the idealism that is placed upon these individuals when they were just as flawed as the rest of humanity. He knows that humans need their ideal types in order to function in the world, but trying to live up to such a standard is unreasonable. Even Jesus, the holiest of the holy, was still only a man coping to deal with something much larger than himself and thus was victim to all of the same vices and temptations that the rest of humanity is so vulnerable to. He wishes they could understand that.
While he might be a servant of the Almighty, he is still a separate being unto himself and occasionally disagrees with judgments that have been made. The infallible nature of God and his own position make it difficult to do so, but he has been able to pick his battles. While the larger things cannot be challenged, and he knows this, the smaller much more random day to day matters can be. As long as She changes her mind on her own, any persuasion on the matter can be written off. He's found that She can be remarkably understanding when a subject is broached delicately.
He arrives here, however, after one of the larger matters. With the end of existence thwarted, he had been hoping to get some downtime, but it seems that he has no such luck. It really never ends.
PB: Alan Rickman
JOURNAL USERNAME: ~thevoiceofgod
WAS THIS CHARACTER HELD FOR YOU? Yes
EXAMPLE OF FIRST-PERSON ENTRY:
Filtered to Angels/Heavenly Beings (current & former) and AGAINST God:
Ridiculous. Absolutely bloody ridiculous. I leave you all alone, and this is what happens? She's reenacting Pharaoh's Plagues on a random city for no apparent reason! Why are none of you attempting to dissuade her temper? Why do I have the feeling you are encouraging it? Uriel, I'm looking at you.
Who pissed Her off in the first place?
Filtered to God:
My Lord, I believe we need to have a word.
EXAMPLE OF THIRD-PERSON ENTRY: Frogs and flies. The Metatron had been here almost thirty seconds by now, and he was already struck with something smackingly familiar. But this wasn't Egypt, and this wasn't 12th Century BC. The skyscrapers were a dead give away on that one. But it couldn't just be a coincidence. There was too much about this that reeked of the Almighty touch. But it was the 21st Century. There had been a reason that all of the Old Testament stuff had been given up eons ago. Faith wasn't nearly as stable as it was back in those days. People wouldn't stand to be abused like this without exercising that Free Will they had been given to the utmost. If they weren't rebelling already, they would be soon, long before She got to Pestilence or Boils, both of which would be ill effective in this day and age. For one, nobody in LA kept animals, and boils were easily dealt with through lancing and modern antibiotics.
You would think if she was going to go back to the Old Testament bull, she would at least have the decency to modernize it a bit.
The squish of a dead frog corpse under foot provoked a twist of disgust to cross his face as he hobbled over to the sidewalk, scrapping the guts off of the soles of his shoes with the muttering of several curses under his breath. This had to stop. He might have been away, but he couldn't understand why the others would let it get this far. Unless someone had been an ass and left Uriel or Gabriel in charge, the prospect of another systematic slaughter of firstborns would have had any of them appealing to Her (much more prominent in AD) maternal side.
Well, they always say that if you're going to get something done, you have to do it yourself.
NAME: Kira
AGE:
E-MAIL:
AIM:
TIMEZONE:
OOC JOURNAL:
PREVIOUS RP EXPERIENCE:
CHARACTER
NAME: The Metatron
FANDOM: Dogma
AGE: Eternal
ALIGNMENT (GOOD, EVIL, NEUTRAL): GOOD
BRIEF BACKGROUND SUMMARY: One would think that a life of being God's constant companion would be simple. But, for the Metatron, it is anything but. A member of the highest choir of angels, a Seraphim, The Metatron is the highest of the four, serving as official Heavenly Scribe and the Voice of God for any necessary communications between the Almighty and the mortals that make up humanity. Any time that anyone claims to have spoken to God, they've been speaking to him...unless they're crazy and have just been talking to themselves. Usually, it's the latter.
Through the years, The Metatron has been charged with most of the relaying o quests and holy deeds to the important biblical figures. One of his largest amusements is the idealism that is placed upon these individuals when they were just as flawed as the rest of humanity. He knows that humans need their ideal types in order to function in the world, but trying to live up to such a standard is unreasonable. Even Jesus, the holiest of the holy, was still only a man coping to deal with something much larger than himself and thus was victim to all of the same vices and temptations that the rest of humanity is so vulnerable to. He wishes they could understand that.
While he might be a servant of the Almighty, he is still a separate being unto himself and occasionally disagrees with judgments that have been made. The infallible nature of God and his own position make it difficult to do so, but he has been able to pick his battles. While the larger things cannot be challenged, and he knows this, the smaller much more random day to day matters can be. As long as She changes her mind on her own, any persuasion on the matter can be written off. He's found that She can be remarkably understanding when a subject is broached delicately.
He arrives here, however, after one of the larger matters. With the end of existence thwarted, he had been hoping to get some downtime, but it seems that he has no such luck. It really never ends.
PB: Alan Rickman
JOURNAL USERNAME: ~thevoiceofgod
WAS THIS CHARACTER HELD FOR YOU? Yes
EXAMPLE OF FIRST-PERSON ENTRY:
Filtered to Angels/Heavenly Beings (current & former) and AGAINST God:
Ridiculous. Absolutely bloody ridiculous. I leave you all alone, and this is what happens? She's reenacting Pharaoh's Plagues on a random city for no apparent reason! Why are none of you attempting to dissuade her temper? Why do I have the feeling you are encouraging it? Uriel, I'm looking at you.
Who pissed Her off in the first place?
Filtered to God:
My Lord, I believe we need to have a word.
EXAMPLE OF THIRD-PERSON ENTRY: Frogs and flies. The Metatron had been here almost thirty seconds by now, and he was already struck with something smackingly familiar. But this wasn't Egypt, and this wasn't 12th Century BC. The skyscrapers were a dead give away on that one. But it couldn't just be a coincidence. There was too much about this that reeked of the Almighty touch. But it was the 21st Century. There had been a reason that all of the Old Testament stuff had been given up eons ago. Faith wasn't nearly as stable as it was back in those days. People wouldn't stand to be abused like this without exercising that Free Will they had been given to the utmost. If they weren't rebelling already, they would be soon, long before She got to Pestilence or Boils, both of which would be ill effective in this day and age. For one, nobody in LA kept animals, and boils were easily dealt with through lancing and modern antibiotics.
You would think if she was going to go back to the Old Testament bull, she would at least have the decency to modernize it a bit.
The squish of a dead frog corpse under foot provoked a twist of disgust to cross his face as he hobbled over to the sidewalk, scrapping the guts off of the soles of his shoes with the muttering of several curses under his breath. This had to stop. He might have been away, but he couldn't understand why the others would let it get this far. Unless someone had been an ass and left Uriel or Gabriel in charge, the prospect of another systematic slaughter of firstborns would have had any of them appealing to Her (much more prominent in AD) maternal side.
Well, they always say that if you're going to get something done, you have to do it yourself.
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