AU: Heaven's Gate Academy (OPEN)
Mar 5, 2013 13:17:32 GMT -5
Post by Vincent Meian on Mar 5, 2013 13:17:32 GMT -5
In this world, the living are divided into three Realms.
The First is the Realm of Heaven, Kingdom for the Angels and the Throne of God. It is in this Realm that all those Touched by the Divine come to rest - known as Valhalla, Paradise, and many such other things
The Second is the Realm of Hell, Land of the Demons and the Prison of the Fallen. This is the Realm of Corruption and Darkness, the place where the wicked are punished for their crimes against their fellow beings (Angels and Men alike) - known as Hel, Hades, and the Underworld among other titles.
The Third is the Realm of Earth, the Birthplace of Man and the World of Cycles. It is the Mortal Plane, a land of infinite choices and countless wonders; the land of the Living, and the Transitory State. It is this Third Realm that is The Battleground between the factions; this place of unending possibilities and cyclical morals. It is the hearts of Man that will decide the Final Call, and that time will come when every Soul has Chosen.
In the meantime, angels still need to be trained. For this reason, there is a school hidden away in the inner sanctum of the Realm of Heaven, a place known as Heaven's Gate Academy (or, the Hammel Institute - so named for the first human to attend the Academy as a Saint.) This Academy, like the rest of Heaven, sits at a time ninety degrees to the flow of the mortal realm; looking into the past and future of humans is as simple as looking left or right with a reflection of will, giving the newly trained a chance to test their skills in any time and in any way.
Something about the Angels that is never discussed is their various abilities. Their Society is hinted at in the Books below, and their classification does not escape the notice of enterprising scholars. However, each Angel is assigned a Choir based on their own personal abilities; essentially, what Grace the Divine has gifted them with. Some have power over the Holy Fire, the Breath of Wind, or the Speed of Grace, and thus serve within the Choir of the Wheels. Others possess the powers of Music and Harmony, of Writ and Message, and sing with the Choir of Seraphim. Still others Heal the sick and wounded, and Guard the meek and helpless - these attend service with the Cherubim. And, of course, those with battle experience and physical Gifts oft join the ranks of the Guardians or the Archangels, preparing the hearts of Men and the souls of Angels for the Final Outcome. Each and every Angel has its place, and each power may aid Mankind and the Divine in numerous ways.
Even abilities that seem very strange.
Vincent Meian, once a samurai from Feudal Japan, has been teaching here for centuries. He was anointed Sainthood when the actions that led to his demise saved hundreds of people, and he still bears the scars proudly on his lean form. Like any being in the Immaterial Planes, he can choose his form when walking the halls of the Academy and Heaven as a whole, but like many of the saved souls he chose to maintain his original self; too tall for his time or race (likely due to his mixed ancestry), with long black hair and sharp golden eyes. The mark of a black storm dragon coils about his arm (a symbol of the family he once served), and though the robes of True Angels tend towards white, he proudly wears his black kimono without regret. The Light of God (or the gods, as Vincent knew them - he was Shinto at the time of his death and still believes in the old ways) shines brightly over his head as it does for all touched by the Divine, and at will he can summon the dark wings of his station; the Warrior, the Messenger, and the Herald. The mark of an Archangel and a Seraph.
Still, his time for fighting has both ended and has yet to begin, and thus he teaches the Fledglings to control their abilities.
Much of the time, he is seen walking the Sacred Halls of this school, his long sleeves tied back from his arms as if he is expecting conflict at any moment and his hair messily pulled away from a sharply angled face as golden eyes watch over the Fledglings in their activities. So he was today, looking out from a hall into a field that held a number of his Students.
The sound of footsteps alerted him to a presence nearby, and the Shintoist altered his gaze to greet the newcomer with a passive expression. "Good day to you."
The First is the Realm of Heaven, Kingdom for the Angels and the Throne of God. It is in this Realm that all those Touched by the Divine come to rest - known as Valhalla, Paradise, and many such other things
The Second is the Realm of Hell, Land of the Demons and the Prison of the Fallen. This is the Realm of Corruption and Darkness, the place where the wicked are punished for their crimes against their fellow beings (Angels and Men alike) - known as Hel, Hades, and the Underworld among other titles.
The Third is the Realm of Earth, the Birthplace of Man and the World of Cycles. It is the Mortal Plane, a land of infinite choices and countless wonders; the land of the Living, and the Transitory State. It is this Third Realm that is The Battleground between the factions; this place of unending possibilities and cyclical morals. It is the hearts of Man that will decide the Final Call, and that time will come when every Soul has Chosen.
In the meantime, angels still need to be trained. For this reason, there is a school hidden away in the inner sanctum of the Realm of Heaven, a place known as Heaven's Gate Academy (or, the Hammel Institute - so named for the first human to attend the Academy as a Saint.) This Academy, like the rest of Heaven, sits at a time ninety degrees to the flow of the mortal realm; looking into the past and future of humans is as simple as looking left or right with a reflection of will, giving the newly trained a chance to test their skills in any time and in any way.
Something about the Angels that is never discussed is their various abilities. Their Society is hinted at in the Books below, and their classification does not escape the notice of enterprising scholars. However, each Angel is assigned a Choir based on their own personal abilities; essentially, what Grace the Divine has gifted them with. Some have power over the Holy Fire, the Breath of Wind, or the Speed of Grace, and thus serve within the Choir of the Wheels. Others possess the powers of Music and Harmony, of Writ and Message, and sing with the Choir of Seraphim. Still others Heal the sick and wounded, and Guard the meek and helpless - these attend service with the Cherubim. And, of course, those with battle experience and physical Gifts oft join the ranks of the Guardians or the Archangels, preparing the hearts of Men and the souls of Angels for the Final Outcome. Each and every Angel has its place, and each power may aid Mankind and the Divine in numerous ways.
Even abilities that seem very strange.
Vincent Meian, once a samurai from Feudal Japan, has been teaching here for centuries. He was anointed Sainthood when the actions that led to his demise saved hundreds of people, and he still bears the scars proudly on his lean form. Like any being in the Immaterial Planes, he can choose his form when walking the halls of the Academy and Heaven as a whole, but like many of the saved souls he chose to maintain his original self; too tall for his time or race (likely due to his mixed ancestry), with long black hair and sharp golden eyes. The mark of a black storm dragon coils about his arm (a symbol of the family he once served), and though the robes of True Angels tend towards white, he proudly wears his black kimono without regret. The Light of God (or the gods, as Vincent knew them - he was Shinto at the time of his death and still believes in the old ways) shines brightly over his head as it does for all touched by the Divine, and at will he can summon the dark wings of his station; the Warrior, the Messenger, and the Herald. The mark of an Archangel and a Seraph.
Still, his time for fighting has both ended and has yet to begin, and thus he teaches the Fledglings to control their abilities.
Much of the time, he is seen walking the Sacred Halls of this school, his long sleeves tied back from his arms as if he is expecting conflict at any moment and his hair messily pulled away from a sharply angled face as golden eyes watch over the Fledglings in their activities. So he was today, looking out from a hall into a field that held a number of his Students.
The sound of footsteps alerted him to a presence nearby, and the Shintoist altered his gaze to greet the newcomer with a passive expression. "Good day to you."
