Veritas

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"Some people lose their faith because Heaven shows them too little. But how many people lose their faith because Heaven showed them too much?"
"Someone should've told ya, never give an Irishman good cause for revenge."

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The Most Venerable Order of the Hospital of St John of Jerusalem
Veritas
Player: @Iceangel
Origin: Magic
Archetype: Tanker
Threat Level: 50
Personal Data
Real Name: Michaeline O'Brien
Known Aliases: Micky
Species: Nephilim
Age: 48 years old (January 17th)
Height: 7'0"
Weight: 300 lbs.
Eye Color: Golden Yellow
Hair Color: Blonde
Biographical Data
Nationality: Citizen of the U.K. with no criminal record
Occupation: Knight Hospitaller, "demon hunter"
Place of Birth: Kildare, Ireland
Base of Operations: Cap Au Diable, Etoile Isles
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives: Sister Olivia Jane O'Brien (mother); Raguel (archangel, father); various maternal relatives.
Known Powers
Superhuman strength and durability, extraordinary faith
Known Abilities
Hand-to-hand combat, emergency medicine
Equipment
Inherited her father's sword, a six foot long creation of blessed metal
Tangible holy aura to those sensitive to such things.


Contents

Less-than-Stellar Origins

Once upon a time... except it wasn’t much of a fairy tale, really. The Grigori started themselves a trend, so it’s only natural that some other angels decided to follow it. And not all angels are pure in their intentions, but that's something else altogether.

Those were two of the reasons that caused Raguel to drop to Earth and check out the local scene. His luck was such the only woman at the time to catch his eye was a young Irish nun, fresh to the convent and out to save the world one lost soul at a time. She was a rather homely-looking woman, so the angel’s interest was something only he could really explain. She believed him wholly, though; such was his power and her faith. He was an angel, and he really did love her.

Whoops.

And so nine months later, after some scandal and a move, Olivia became a mother. Raguel left her life swiftly enough, and she had to deal the next few years with this gurgling bundle of joy. But no one really judged her too harshly, she was young and utterly devout. During that period of social culture, it wasn’t unheard of for a young woman to make a mistake. She did the right thing though, and raised the baby in a happy, healthy environment, and once the baby girl become an adult, she went back to her true love, Mother Church.

Whoops again.

How do you explain to a little girl why she doesn’t have a daddy like the other kids? Olivia could have hidden the truth, but once the girl was old enough to understand long sentences, her mother made sure she knew her origins. It wouldn’t be fair to simply make up some respectable story – her mother could only tell the truth. God always knew when you were lying, anyway. So even from toddlerhood, Micky knew she was more than ordinary.

Nevermind the physical differences. She wasn’t bigger than the other girls her age, always running the even keel. But she won her share of school yard brawls, even against children twice her size. It was evident from early on something was different, from the outside. But having a nun for a mother made sure that childish impulses were balanced against responsibility (To this day, regardless of her less than noble quirks, Micky is utterly responsible).

She endangered herself, because she couldn’t get hurt. Cuts and bruises healed like magic – broken bones never stayed broken. She was the ultimate stunt person, fearless and unstoppable. It’s only too bad she never had the yen for film making. School was rudimentary at best; she went because she had to. She did well to make her mother proud. She excelled in sports of all kinds, but some things she couldn’t grasp.

That’s OK, God didn’t care if you didn’t know higher mathematics.

She met the Hospitallers and their brother knights, the Templars, in her pre-teen years. Her mother knew people who knew people within Holy Mother Church who looked out for these sorts of things. It was her choice, from the first meeting she had with paternal mentor-knights, whom she would take her vows with. She didn’t want to join the convent, but she wanted to serve God (it wasn’t a want so much as a need; when half of your blood serves as a messenger for the Lord, you can’t just become a greengrocer). The Hospitallers were chosen, and once she finished school she began her training in earnest.

Earning Her Keep

Who needs schooling when you can punch taxis into origami cranes?

Pertinent Relationships

Cult of Personality?

Pull up a chair. Or a love seat.

Abilities and Other Sundry Things

Strength

Resilience

Faith

Angelic Heritage

Savory Notes

Theme Songs


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