Location: Roanoke
Senshi: Akibeel, Grigori Senshi of Communications
Name: Jericho Abraham Sinclair
Nickname: Icho
Meaning: Jericho means 'Moon City', Abraham 'Father of a Multitude'
and Sinclair 'A Clear Sign'; daddy was into bible names very much.
Mashing it all together liberally you -could- get A Clear City Of A
Multitude, but that's really mashing liberally. Icho, his nickname
(and pronounced like I-ko) sounds a bit like Echo, which means sound 
returned, which reflects upon the man's unhappy talents...
Age: 23
Birthdate: November 22
Astrological Sign: Scorpio-Sagittarius cusp (Freedom, sex, and death!)
Blood Type: O-Negative
Family:

Father - Samuel Sinclair (God Has Heard A Clear Sign), 52

High-school teacher of Religion at the small highschool in Beatrice,
Alabama, a tall thin rawboned man with rangy features, mudbrown hair
shorn short, a beard and piercing green eyes; looks rather like the
maniacal street preacher you see down the corner and attempt to avoid.
And avoid this particular specimen of humanity as well - Samuel is
not a nice man. A harsh disciplinarian of a father, a Baptist Christian
with views so harsh that they range on puritanism with a mean streak,
this man should have been a hermit and never allowed to have children.
He's into the pain-equals-purity school of religion and that the only
way to rid yourself of sin is to reflect upon it daily, usually with
healthy doses of pain. (Isha, Icho's brother, used to comfort him that
their poppa had whipped them so much that they were saved twenty times
over.) He has a huge sense of dignity and I guess his one redeeming
feature is that he really believes in what he's doing...

Mother - Emma Sinclair (An Industrious Sign), 39

A teenage bride (she was wed to a man -hugely- older than her at 
sixteen and had her baby the same year), her life was shaped by her
husband's and she got very used to nodding and saying yes by the time
she was twenty. Samuel got her so frightened at the concept of hellfire
(and at the concept of his -own- anger) that she usually does whatever
is in her husband's best interests to avoid sin; she's a quiet, twitchy
housewife and would have been quite a pretty woman - small, petite,
pale fair hair and dark eyes - had a life with Samuel not etched itself
upon her early. There are lines at her eyes and her mouth is drawn 
tight; she tried always to be a good mother and care for her boys, but
Sam muddled her early as to what a good mother should -do-, and so more
often than not what did happen to her children was on the bad side of
parenting. She's nervy and easily frightened (and easily manipulated,
come that).

Brother - Elisha Absolom Sinclair (A Clear Sign That God Is Salvation 
And My Father Is Peace), deceased, would have been 21

One of those rare selfless specimens of humanity who had his mother's
weakness but a stronger role model to save him. Gentle, warm, loving
beyond all meaning of the word and loyal to the point of death, he was
Isha to to Jericho's Icho and the reason that the guy didn't commit
suicide or blow up a school by the time he was seventeen. He loved his
elder brother to the point of running away and trailing him half across
the country, and cultivated his brain to the point where he had some
semblance of sanity; he died at nineteen of bacterial meningitis. Isha
had long fair hair down to his shoulderblades, green-brown-gold hazel
eyes, and was unashamedly a Wiccan. More on him in History.

Brother - Shiloh Solomon Sinclair (A Clear Sign Of Peace), 5

Shiloh is Icho's baby brother, and he has never seen him. Disgusted 
with the two boys Emma gave him, Samuel was pleased with this new
chance at a son. Shiloh is currently a bouncy young thing with a head
full of redbrown curls and dark eyes, not yet fully under Samuel's 
dominance. (Just wait.)

School: Does not attend school/university and has not done since he 
was fourteen, when he attended high school in Beatrice, Alabama.
Likes: Silence, windswept plains of grass, blood, pain, people who like
to hurt him, beauty, the shapes candles burn down to, being held,
biting, other people's pain, making other people's pain, dandelions,
the dark, Rachmaninoff, chess, mindrape, cigarettes
Dislikes: Lucidity - sanity makes him feel uncomfortable - screaming,
noise, most of humanity, himself, his father, God, being alone, not
being alone, not knowing what he wants, anything outside his comfort
zone
Fav. Food: Black jellybeans
Hated Food: Anything that was once an organ
Fav. Subject: Non-applicable - but liked the Reading part in English
when everybody's mind was on the same topic
Hated Subject: Non-applicable - but everything containing people
Color: Acid green (the colour you sometimes get to show soundwaves on
radios)
Hobbies: Going out and finding innocent young things with pretty 
imaginations, movies with either people falling in love, talking animals
who go on amazing journeys, or ultraviolence; chatting up people in
bars so that he can kill two birds with one stone - somebody to snuggle
into, and somebody to eat thoughts from. (Look, this is going to be a
recurring theme. He's LOOPY.) Sinning just so that he can go home and
repent by use of a razor and a new scar across his front, gardening
(he has some petunias in a pot), his job (that counts as a hobby,
doesn't it?)
Aspirations: Silence
Gemstone: Imperial Topaz

History

Jericho was born the first son to Samuel Sinclair, a deeply religious
man, in deep-south Alabama. As many might guess, this was not an 
auspicious beginning; however, there are more factors to it than Sam.
Little Jericho's life might have been much better and his parents more
understanding were it not for his Problem.

Jericho was a fussy baby who woke up for no apparent reason a lot and
screamed when nobody was hurting him. He drove Emma, a young girl and
a new bride, practically beserk, and though she took him to the doctor
a lot (he seemed to be in pain) they never exactly could find out what
was wrong with him. He didn't speak for the longest time - people knew
he wasn't mute, he could make -noises- - he simply didn't want to talk.
Samuel, who thought the boy was either dumb or simply wanted to do it
out of spite, one day smacked him around when he was two years old.
Icho screamed... and then didn't stop screaming. For -hours-. His first
word was, eventually, 'stop'.

Icho was a deeply disturbed young child. He claimed he heard voices
constantly; when people doubted, he often proceeded to tell them 
exactly what they had been thinking. He was cursed with the gift of
broadcast telepathy and sometimes empathy; he could hear what EVERYONE
was thinking for miles around. The babble quite plainly drove him 
bonkers; he didn't know how to seperate it or how to stop it or how to
do anything except hide under his bed and beg for God to make it stop.
Samuel, of course, consulted the local preacher who thought he might be
possessed and proceeded to exorcise him; it didn't work. All he could
do was weakly tell the Sinclairs that they were never alone, that God
shared in their suffering, and leave. (He also recommended a good 
mental institution, but Samuel refused.)

So Jericho was never alone. Understandably, he lost his grip on sanity
after years and years of never being able to get peace and quiet; 
people think -all- the time. His senshi power, communication, is the
weaker sort that manifests itself in his civilian form; it has been
a complete curse to Icho all his life. The only time he was ever able
to even slightly relax was in his younger brother, Elisha, who loved
him to tears; a constant shadow of Jericho, he was the one who often
helped feed him, helped dry his tears, helped wash the wounds after yet
another attempt by Samuel to beat the demons out of his eldest son. 
Emma managed to quieten Jericho through medicine, but this only made
him dizzy, and the voices still were ceaseless; it was incredibly hard
for him to fall asleep. (If you had the equivalent of hundreds of 
people shouting in your ear, wouldn't you?) He, in all his childish
wisdom, believed Jericho's pleas that he could hear people think, and
held Icho's hand when all he could do was just sit there and sob. When
Jericho was seven and Elisha five, he found his first solace - his 
younger brother's mind. He made the first clumsy attempts at probing
into Isha's thoughts - he hadn't attempted that way of communication
before - and though he scared him badly, Isha soon calmed down. Earlier
that day, Elisha had been making mudpies in the front yard; Icho felt
Isha's joy in that action, read the thoughts of how stupidly he felt
joy of squishing in the mud, of rolling in it, of the sun on the back
of his neck. (Thoughts are made up of basically images and memories,
not text, after all.) It was like Jericho's first taste of chocolate or
first dip in the sea; it was absolutely -wonderful-. He couldn't get 
enough of it. 

He quietened a little after that, and although the voices didn't stop,
his probing of Elisha's mind began to focus his power a little. Icho
opened his eyes and began to see the world outside the Voices through
Isha's mind. He also learnt how to pick people's thoughts out of their
mind with greater ease, focusing on them in the huge babble of life.
Joy also helped him grow a great deal - he picked Elisha's brain (har
har) all the time for vivid, beautiful thoughts. When his little 
brother was explained to what he was doing, Elisha began to oblige by
thinking the most beautiful thoughts he could when he felt Jericho 
probe his mind. Although Icho would never be much more than a sullen
withdrawn child who was bitter beyond his years and very hard to love,
he began to get bearable. (Emma even used to cuddle him. He -loved- 
that. Icho is very tactile; people are simply happy while they're being
hugged - it gives a sense of security - and Jericho feeds off that like
it's a high-class drug.) His love of his brother, also, was seen as a
redeeming feature. However, he was still seen as a freak, and only 
started going to school at eight. (He was put in a lot of 'special
classes', and teased constantly for being the creepy child who stared
into space and fell asleep in class. Lucky enough for him, he was 
creepy enough to only get teased from afar. Isha also stuck up for him
constantly.)

Samuel still hurt Isha and Icho - as they dubbed each other - daily,
and Icho learnt to hate the person he knew as God fervently. God was
the one who did everything; obviously, it was God who had cursed him
with hearing the babble of the universe and refused him peace. Sin was
also etched forever on his mind - he'd obviously sinned badly somewhere
along the line, and the only way to get rid of -that- was to hurt 
himself. He was ten when he started cutting himself; he usually does
it on his chest and on his stomach, lines with a razor. The pain is
a blissful temporary blockout that, when it is done properly, absorbs
him so completely that he cannot hear the voices. Elisha tried to get
him to stop it, but just like with the 'pretty thoughts', Jericho was
addicted. 

This sort of behaviour went on for years. Icho ignored school and when
he -did- do work, it was halfhearted (or Isha did it and tried to copy
his brother's spidery handwriting). His power grew so that, at the age
of twelve, his best method of communication was through the mind. He
spoke primarily with his voice and with his body, but his skill with
head-images grew. He could talk to Elisha easily mentally; he could 
also share his -own- 'pretty thoughts' with his younger brother, though
the few times he did do that, Elisha ran away screaming, as most of 
Jericho's prettiness revolved around pain. However, upon coaxing, he
could always be made to return to his brother's side and comforted 
with a cuddle. (Samuel tried to get his sons to stop hugging each other
so much early on; luckily, it never worked.) 

When Icho was thirteen and well into puberty (and still hearing voices,
and by now lovingly mentally cuckoo), his guardian Drogo arrived. Drogo
appeared in the form of a sheep. (Go on, laugh. I know I am.) As Icho
was currently wandering on the outskirts of town, having escaped his
father (as he was wont to do), having a young sheep come up to him 
wasn't the most unusual thing ever, especially in the fields. Neither
was hearing the sheep speak - animals often think, after all. (Just not
the most interesting things.) However, having the sheep address him by
name began to irk Icho a bit; probing away at the sheep's mind, he 
gathered this was no usual sheep. (Obviously, boy.) He began to listen.

Drogo handed over his senshi item - a topaz tiara. He told the boy
about his senshihood, his place as the Angelus Grigori senshi of
communication, and how he had a really nifty henshin line that would
give him embarrassing pants. He taught Icho his attack names; he told
him the other teams, he told him the location of the portal - Roanoke,
Virginia. Jericho didn't speak, but followed the orders bewilderedly,
transforming for the first time. Drogo felt pleased, which calmed Icho 
down a little, told him that as Grigori Akibeel he was special and that
he was blessed with gifts - the hearing, for instance.

"You're why I hear everything?" Akibeel asked, still transformed. (The
first time he spoke up.) Drogo affirmed that yes, it was why Jericho 
could hear mental and often emotional communication, it was a gift from
God, who he was a direct messenger for.

"God gave this to me and you're from God?" he persisted. (Drogo was
really beginning to wonder His wisdom in giving Jericho his little 
'blessing', and how long it'd take the poor boy to control it. Well,
no harm done beforehand, it wasn't like the boy was insane, right? Ho
ho ho... "Yes," Drogo said, doubtfully. "In a wa - "

Performing one of the attacks his guardian had just described to him,
(Just Communication), he dragged Drogo to the nearest stream and held
him underneath until he drowned. The mental pain he transferred to Icho
warped the boy and he detransformed, cut up the guardian just in case 
he got any ideas about resurrecting himself, and sat around cuddling 
himself until Elisha found him and took him home. Emma and Isha got him
in a bath so quickly he couldn't even say knife, and Sam never found 
out about his sheep-murdering escapades. (He tried to explain to Emma 
that it had talked, but all he got for his trouble was to be locked in
his bedroom and nervously told to say prayers.) 

And that was that.

He confided in Isha the senshi business, as time went by, and Elisha
didn't believe until he actually saw his brother transform to Akibeel
and back; Icho was curious about the entire war business, and definitely
liked the power behind the senshi thing. Isha stopped him from actively
turning into Akibeel, though, as if they got caught by Samuel Isha had
no doubts that their father would simply kill Jericho. (He was quite 
fed up with him already and so this threat was beginning to increase.)
When Icho was seventeen and Isha fifteen, almost sixteen, they decided 
that neither could stay in Beatrice any longer. The highschool counselor
was beginning to take interest in the fact that Icho was creepy and 
most probably needed a great deal of shock therapy; Icho was beginning
to take interest in the fact that the highschool counselor was taking
an interest and probably needed all the thoughts sucked out of his brain
and tormented daily with images of his limbs being torn off. (A teenage
mental vampire can get sulky and petty, after all.) Isha had his own
problems - in the hugely Baptist Beatrice, he'd discovered he much 
preferred paganism and Wicca. Not wanting to hide behind locked doors
for the rest of their lives any more, Icho ran away, and Isha with him.

They hitchhiked across the country; for money, they did odd jobs and
flipped burgers and pawned Icho's transformation item, which fetched a
bit of money and seemed to strangely always end up in Jericho's pocket
the next day. Icho was also an excellent gambler; not only could he
pick out what everybody else was thinking, but he read body language
like people were speaking out loud. Isha was his ever-present shadow
and translator, as he couldn't quite be trusted to deal with the world
on his own yet. That would come later.

Eventually, they settled in Roanoke - it had a nice Wiccan population
Isha was happy with, and it was the site of the portal Drogo had told
Icho about. It was here that Jericho began to grow up and gain the 
sanity denied him for the past years of his life. He'd fed thoughts off
various random people through various random - and often inefficient - 
methods for the most part, but living with his brother meant that he
had a constant supply of 'pretty' thoughts. (Elisha would happily feed
his brother his mind every evening, which kept Icho happy.) He'd honed
his powers enough so that he could turn down the volume and mute the
voices in the back of his mind, and so the pain stopped for long 
periods; this meant a calmer, relaxed Icho. He began to take an interest
in the world around him - especially human interaction; he found that
people's thoughts towards him were more positive if he was outwardly
nice, if he slathered on charm he hadn't known he'd had. He learnt 
about human society, morals, needs, wants. Icho became expert in 
manipulation - he was still creepy, but now his creepiness translated
into a mysticism and a mystery that attracted people. (Not frothing at
the mouth screaming for God to be silent and thrashing helped, too.)

Not that Icho would -ever- be normal. He longed for things normal 
people didn't long for. He was now, to all intents and purposes, a
psychic vampire, feeding on other people's thoughts and how they felt;
he liked pain, he liked suffering, whether it was his or belonging to
somebody else; he liked, basically, to -feel-. Jericho's one fear is
white noise - not being able to feel anything. However, he gained
coherence and sanity and oodles of oozing Southern charm (hey, he had
the accent). Isha just laughed at this, figuring it didn't hurt if 
Icho learnt how to make friends; of course, gentle loving Isha would 
never know his brother's real motives, and Icho would never hurt him. 
The years they had together were really quite happy; Isha worked as 
assistant in a new-age shop belonging to a young woman he was sweet
on and dated for a while, and Icho, interestingly enough, got a night-
time job being a radio jockey a couple of times a week. This was more
than enough to keep them in bread and butter, so Isha called it, and
both were content. Icho still cut himself frequently - he couldn't 
live without his own pain - and was a gnostic; he believed in God, but
he just thought that God was a complete bastard. Isha didn't believe 
that this was entirely healthy, but couldn't convince Icho otherwise
that there was no such being, so Icho's pain went on.

And increased thousandfold; Isha died a mere four years later from
bacterial meningitis. It was quick and he didn't suffer too much but
Icho was shattered. He couldn't hold his concentration at first; the
voices started all over again; pain-maddened and griefstricken, he 
began taking full solace in pain - not just his own, but in other 
people's. He became a full-time mind vampire, going out at night and
raping other people's heads. Icho also turned to seduction for a while,
but found that he could never get the right combination of either pure
pleasure or full pain; he stuck to good old random thought-theft. He
also took to patrolling the streets as Akibeel at night. It has been
two years later and nothing much has changed; his methods are more 
efficient, but Icho's just as loopy.

He is no longer as thoughtlessly, innocently insane as he'd been as
a child; he is clearheaded, and bitter about this particular loss of
innocence. Insanity takes him over at times, or runs sidelong, but 
there is no more blissful lack of awareness. Currently lives in the 
same apartment he and his brother lived in, hocks his transformation
item if he needs extra cash, and feeds on people constantly.  

Well, that was fun. This is the end of History. Go have a coffeebreak.

Personality

Jericho is, pretty much, an evil young man. Not in that he's actively
malicious; well, he doesn't want to hurt you for the sake of hurting
you. He wants to hurt you because he likes the way you taste when he's
hurting you. His entire world is feeling; the more vivid and powerful
your thoughts and emotions, the more he wants and the more he takes. He
used to only take 'happy thoughts', nice feelings, but then he found 
out that pain is just as vivid and just as powerful as joy with extra
urgency added, and so feeds on that as well. And, since he's looking
for a quick snack and since happiness and pleasure has to be cultivated,
not just taken, it's your pain he's going to be going for... 

As said before, Icho runs on feeling rather than active logic. He takes
what he wants, when he wants it. He's selfish; he can't actually really
comprehend anybody else but himself. He doesn't -care- about anybody 
else but himself. If he wants to make you feel good, it's because he's
feeding off that warm feeling inside you; it's not because he wants to
make you happy. He's singleminded, unpredictable, and furious when he
can't get his own way. 

Unfortunately, he's so charming and funny that nobody can guess his
true nature. What he says can sometimes be a little strange and he is
apparently a little naive about how the world works, but that's endearing
rather than creepy. Naturally, he wants people to feel good around him,
because it's comforting to him - wonderfully serene when in a good mood,
you -do- feel good around him. He's intense, he is apparently caring,
he's intuitive - and since he knows what you're thinking, he can 
manipulate you to high hell. If you're upset, he'll get down to the 
heart of the matter in about five seconds flat and make you feel better
about whatever problems you have; since he's a minor emotional broad-
caster as well, his good feeling may rub off on you anyway. Quirky,
flirty, interesting, and often fascinating, the strangenesses he says 
come off as quaint and charming rather than a mass mind-rapist. You'll
never know that he's busily categorizing you off inside his head as
what your mind tastes like. (Happiness tastes clear and sweet, often 
like the nectar of jasmine flowers; pain can taste like anything, from 
gravy to cream, but it's always rich.)

When he wants to be cruel, though, Jericho is the master. His soft 
words are equally as pervasive as his nice ones; he lifts up thoughts
inside people's heads and flings it back at them with practiced ease,
working like a needle in a pus-filled pimple. His words can be almost
as bad as his mind-probing, which is often rough and fast and leaves
the victim feeling extremely dirty and weepy and with no more barriers,
helpless; he could make it gentle and nice but, hey, he's looking for
a quick fix. When he -does- want to make it gentle and nice and probe
your mind for hours, then you can start getting frightened, as you're
probably tied up somewhere.

Icho doesn't like to think too much about things, because then he 
starts getting upset. He -likes- his power, adores his power, is
arrogant and superior and considers himself above other humans - team
player? No way! - but in the dried-up mummified seed of conscience at
the back of his head, there's a little voice saying: you make people
hurt. You make yourself hurt. You're incredibly alone and you always
will be; nobody loves you. This is Jericho's weak point; the tiny 
knowledge that nobody would care if he lived, if he died, what he eats,
nobody -loves- him or even just likes him. It's all fake. Most of the
time Icho takes the philosophical viewpoint that all life is fake and 
that he should just take happiness and fufillment where he can find it
(other people's brains), and that there's no such thing as love, but
he knows he's lying. Elisha showed him and introduced him to the 
concept; he knows that -he's- capable of love and being loved but hey,
nobody wants to -do- it because he's Jericho. He'll never feel that
perfectly safe way again, or let another person feel that way, because
he's an evil asshole. (Okay, so most of the time, he likes being an 
evil asshole. But evil assholes need love, right?) ... And hey, love
tastes -amazing-. But underneath the hunger - somewhere - is a little
boy called Jericho who's frightened.

... I say, squish 'im. The man rapes people's heads for fun and snacks,
for the love of pete.

Akibeel is not a team player. His motives are not yours; he's fighting
because of the absent belief that if he wins, God will cease to be an
asshole and give him a break. Magically, things will be all right again.
He will no longer hear the constant scream that catches him whenever
he's off-guard of everybody thinking; he will be truly happy. (Hey, I
never said the boy was -logical-.)

As for the thought gift: Jericho can probe inside your head. (He cannot
lift entire memories; he can see the vague shape of them, but cannot
read your head like a book.) He can hear whatever you're thinking at
the current point in time, unless it is about senshidom; because of the
glamour that goes with being a senshi, any thoughts about that are not
only blocked off but are invisible to Icho. (Unless, of course, you are
known to him as a senshi.) It's the same with being a senshi and 
thinking about your civilian form and what you do - he also may find
picking a senshi's brain harder, what with mental wards. He can tell
what you are feeling; he can also broadcast to -you- what he is feeling
if he chooses to do so. He can communicate telepathically. This blessing
is also a curse, however - when he's weakened, he cannot stop from 
hearing everybody's mixed unintelligible thought-babble, which sends 
him into a curled ball of misery; he hates being caught off-guard in
regards to somebody else's pain. Your mental screams of anguish are
disconcerting and surprised pain tastes like tinfoil to him. (It's the
only time he may ever actually rescue someone - if he cannot bear to
hear and feel their pain, he'll go over to stop it.) 

If he likes you? (This happens never; not that he hates you, it's just
that he's not predisposed to liking people other than for light repast.)
He will either demonstrate by making you feel happiness (or pain),
much in the manner of a cat who leaves a dead mouse in front of you
and thinks it's just given you the most amazing present ever, or he
will leave you be and not give you undue agony. As mentioned before, 
though, this happens -never-. It takes an odd sort for Icho take 
interest in. He likes to be on many people's good sides so that nobody
will begrudge him a hug once in a while (the boy is -tactile-; you 
won't like him if you don't like being touched, because he'll be all
over you like a rash) but other than that he won't be interested in
you. Apathy ahoy.

So what do we have? A godfearing (godhating) mind-rapist who's addicted
to the drug of other people's thoughts and likes cuddles... God, no 
wonder the Angelus fight the Grigori. They're all freaks.

Appearance

It would be easier if Icho looked like what he was - a scary picture
of insanity. It is unfortunate, then, that he's the wrong side of 
pretty. 

Tall at roundabout six feet, Icho somehow manages to be thin without
being gangly (I'd like to know his secret), and his body strength isn't
his strong point; but he's not a wilting flower (hey, he was a small-
town kid, and worked like a donkey with Elisha all his childhood; 
there's a bit of muscle definition). He just forgets about his body a 
lot of the time when there's small stuff to do to it, like eat. His 
warm tan has faded - after all, he's a nighttime boy - and his skin is
a light pale brown. Long-legged, delicate-fingered, he manages to be 
coltish instead of somebody people say, 'Cor, I think you need a meal'
to.

Jericho wears his hair short, but in a messy just-got-out-of-bed-wanna-
go-back? style. Three long spikes of hair fall over his left eye, which
he is usually continuously pushing behind his ear or over his forehead
(just to fall back again three seconds later). Another spike is tucked
behind his right ear. The rest is a tousled mess that stands up slightly
and is shorn short below to just above his neck. (Elisha used to call
his hairstyle, 'Help! I can't get out of this bush'.) He makes an 
attempt to smooth the back down into something resembling sleek, but 
what with his habit of running his fingers through it, it usually 
doesn't work... A small braid hangs behind his right ear, falling to
brush his shoulder with a little lime-green bead at the end keeping it
together. This is kept for sentimental reasons; Isha used to braid a
lock of each boy's hair as a sort of living friendship bracelet. (He
had a magenta bead.) Icho keeps it in memory of him.

Hair colour is hard to describe; it can change many different colours
when the light hits it. A dark rich brown often described in my silly
colourbook known as 'rosebrown', it has almost pinkish tinges and
streaks; a chocolate-pinkish-blondish mess, depending on whether the 
light's hitting it or not. There are also many magenta streaks all the
way through, though whether these are bred from a bottle or real has
not been discovered yet. Eye colour is probably the most magnetic,
charismatic thing about Icho; he has huge almond-shaped green eyes with
long dark lashes. Not just any sort of green, though; electric yellow-
green lime, mesmerising and unnerving, the bright vivid colour of green
LEDs and acid. Coupled with his diamond-shaped face, angular jaw, high 
cheekbones and generally fine-boned features, he's facially arresting.
If you thought this guy was going to look like a brooding morose vamp,
think again; Icho is a cheerful bloke. However, the grin on his face 
can only be described as 'lazy', or 'detached', or 'I don't know what
you're smiling about and I don't think I want to know'.

You want scars? Icho has 'em aplenty, most of them brought on by 
himself. There are a few crisscrossing scars over his lower back from
where Samuel used to whip him, but the most frightening ones are the
ones on his chest and on his stomach. Long angry meaningless slashes
decorate both areas; he looks like somebody thought he was a canvas
and took a razorblade to him. ('Somebody' was himself, and he did.)
As usually there are some fresh enough to make people want to take him
to the hospital, Icho tries to cover this area up. There's also a slash
running down his left cheekbone that the spikes of hair partially 
conceal; he made this when Isha died. There's also a few on the insides
of his wrists, but he's never been truly suicidal. Those are just
leftovers from his teen angst days, when the pain sank right to his
ego. To cover all these scars, Icho usually favours long-sleeved 
button-up shirts with the wrists lazily unbuttoned and the buttons at
the top left open, or sleeveless tops that he makes sure go right down
past his stomach. Beat-up jackets or coats are also a favourite, as
are often-tight jeans and boots. (I weep for him, but he doesn't dress 
-overtly- like a manwhore. There's justt tinges of manwhorishness. I
promise he shall not wear leather; I will leave that up to various
other characters.)

Icho's voice is also a point to mention; it's beautiful. He can't sing
for toffee (though he can hum), but he has a voice people want to 
listen to, vaguely hypnotizing. A light, satin-smooth and glass-clear
low tenor, it goes husky when he's happy about something/finds 
something amusing and piercing when he's not. This is coupled with a
deep-south Alabama accent; he calls everyone honey, from little girls
to the stray cats who live outside his apartment block to policemen.
He brings across emotion very easily; he also uses his hands a lot to
map out whatever he's saying, and his body language is about as 
expressive as his voice. He's a study in verbal and physical 
communication, which is hilarious since his main form of communication
is through the mind; the other stuff is all carefully studied. His
voice is what keeps him fed, though, at least physically - he works
some nights on a radio station, taking requests and doing the music
and basically talking pretty. (He never uses his real name; that would
be embarrassing. He goes by the moniker 'Vampire' instead, something
which he finds amusing for the wrong reasons. People still recognize
his voice sometimes in public, though it's not a mainstream radio
channel he works for.)  

Icho likes to wear bright colours (no pastels), and his overcoats are
usually shades of grey or black or brown to offset whatever else he's
wearing. His face is hard to forget... so that's why he uses Akibeel
at night to go and eat people's heads. Hurray!  

Fuku

Akibeel's main fuku colour is bright acid yellow-green lime, with 
secondary colours of black and topaz. It is also heavily embarrassing,
and if Akibeel wasn't a weirdo he might feel humiliated.

From head to toe: A topaz tiara, strung on a black cord, sits on his
forehead; this is his transformation item. It's of a curious chaotic
design, with a straight line of thick topaz in the middle with four
curved lines going from one point and arching out in two different 
directions. The bottom curved lines meet at the bottom of the straight
line. Since that is incredibly hard to visualize, here is a picture:
http://www.geocities.com/aliaguardian/akibeel-tiara.jpg

Akibeel has two black shoulderguards rimmed in topaz, fixed on his
shoulders and meeting in a line behind his back; otherwise, it's hard
to say how they stay on. I imagine glue. An acid-green bandage runs 
down from his left shoulder to his ribs diagonally; it wraps around 
again around his back to go to his other hip, wraps around -again- to
go back to the first hip, then tucks in above the other hip again.
The pants are made completely out of bandages, starting from his 
lower hips to wind down around each leg snugly so that they're 
completely covered in tight bandages; it just looks basically like pants
made of bandages. (Walk like an egyptian?) Black and topaz wrist guards
are at his wrists, extending up to the middle of his forearms; his 
shoes are a bastard hybrid of boots and sandals, thick black leather
with topaz inlay with big soles; open at the top so that you can see 
his feet. There are also two spikes sticking out of the tops of each of
his shoulderblades (I suggest glue again), from which three ribbons 
each dangle, down to his ankles; the spikes are black and the ribbons
are acid-green and fluttery. 

His scars are easily seen in this form (after all, Akibeel has nothing
covering his chest and stomach), but what with senshi glamour it's hard
to make the brain connection unless you know Icho is Akibeel.

And, as the fuku is hideous also to imagine (at least in my mind), 
here's a basic boring colour study and outline: 
http://www.geocities.com/aliaguardian/akibeel-basic.jpg

Transformation

Akibeel's transformation item is his topaz tiara, as described in 
fuku, and which is often hocked for extra cash. (Hey, you do what you
can.) Raising it by the abstract charm, just above his forehead, Icho
says, "Angelus Grigori Power, Rise-Up."

(Yeah, yeah. So I got tired of all my men saying 'make-up'.)

His hand drops, leaving the tiara where it is, which is magically 
suspended and immediately moves back to fasten itself to his forehead,
tying around his head. Acid-green electricity immediately buzzes down
from the charm at his forehead over his body, making him glow for a 
few moments, obscuring his clothing; it leaves the bandages behind.
Raising both his arms to shoulder-height so that he's making a T-shape,
a storm of black and topaz ribbons immediately attach to his feet,
wrists and back; these drop off and dissapate, leaving his wristguards,
boot-sandals, and back-spikes, from which three acid-green ribbons
immediately glow. Akibeel lets his arms drop and moves into his 
ending position, one hand at each shoulder with his arms crossing 
over, hugging his chest. 

Powers

Communication is "the exchange of thoughts, messages, or information, 
as by speech, signals, writing, or behavior." (Thanks, dictionary.com!)
It is also "the transfer of information from one molecule, cell, or 
organism to another, as by chemical or electrical signals or by
behaviors." Since when most people think communication they think 
talking, I decided to go the other way and use thoughts, signals, 
behaviour and info transfer via other means. (There's already a 
verbalization DU senshi, anyway, and so I don't want to cross!) 

Akibeel gains a weapon with which to perform his attacks... a toy
phone. A pull-along toy phone with wheels that makes squeaky noises
like we all used to have when we were kids (the exact noise is, I think,
"nnerk nnerk nnerk" as you pull it along). It has a smiley face and
one of those old fashioned number wheels and a long string with which
to pull it by. I think I just ruined the entire application. I go for
an angsty mindvampire of the night and what do I give him? A toy bloody
phone. Weep for me... The phone has a happy acid-green handle and is
white in colour; the number ring is also green, as is the two wheels.
The long cord with which to pull it by is topaz-yellow. And to anybody
who thinks that this can't be used as an offensive weapon, think again;
I remember fondly of bludgeoning my brother half to death with mine as
a wee tot. It's used as a basic ball-and-chain weapon - it's much 
heavier, nastier and spikier than it looks, and when Akibeel takes it
by the string and swings it at you, it's got quite a lot of range. 
(Besides, the utter humiliation of being knocked unconscious or given
a black eye by a toy telephone is enough to make any senshi want to
run away whimpering.) Akibeel has no qualms about pulling the phone
along behind him as he walks, though he may shove it into subspace if
he wants to be quiet (as the nnerk nnerk nnerk noise is rather loud).

Just Communication - (*is immediately killed by any Gundam Wing fans
in the area*) - with this attack, Akibeel can mess up the communication
from your brain to the rest of your body. Everything is now backwards
or scrambled; if you try to use your legs, you flail your arms. If you
try to talk, you sit down. If you try to do a tapdance, you end up
speaking. This only lasts for a minute and a half, but it is -extremely-
annoying and unless you work out which leg to wiggle in order to say,
"Hey, you bastard", you're left pretty vulnerable. Akibeel can perform
this up to two times per battle, and it cannot be casted twice on the
same senshi. To perform this, Akibeel says the attack phrase and holds
his first finger up; a small dart of green light forms, which he flings
towards the senshi target. It splits off into five and enters the
target's wrists, ankles and forehead; they are immediately affected.

Hello, I'd Like To Call Somebody Who Cares - Akibeel picks up his toy
phone (probably inducing gales of laughter in the other senshi), picks
up the headset and says, "Hello, I'd like to call somebody who cares."
The nearest Grigori senshi - untransformed or transformed - will 
immediately find themselves in a mental link with Akibeel. He can now
ask them for reinforcements/tell them of enemy senshi/ask them to pick
up the jelly filled donuts he likes. Akibeel can talk to the other 
senshi for however long he likes, though they can 'hang up' on him
and sever the connection by pushing him out their head. Since he hates
asking for reinforcements, he just uses this to mostly taunt the other
Grigori.

Thoughtnet - For a radius of about a hundred metres, Akibeel can link
every senshi within the area's minds - whether they're on the same team
or not. The same rule applies as with his gift - senshi and civilian
thoughts are blocked out unless you know about them already - but 
every other thought is laid bare for everyone else to see, as well as
feeling. As well as being extremely disorienting, Akibeel knows how
to play this to the hilt - giving a few ear-shattering mental screams
is enough to disable anybody and give them a huge headache. This has
a bad side-effect - it'll hit the Grigori as well as everybody else,
so... uh... remorse... yeah. To perform this, Akibeel crosses his arms
over his chest again and mutters 'Thoughtnet' underneath his breath;
green ribbons immediately veer out to wrap around every senshi within
the area's wrists, disappearing upon contact. This lasts for about
five minutes; Akibeel can cast it once. 

I'm sure there are some bad side-effects to this attack; after all,
there are other thought senshi in the business. How will their thoughts
affect Icho? If other senshi's thoughts are joined up - they're pretty
much magical non-civilian beings - will there be a backlash? Could
something weird happen to some of the senshi - what does perfect
communication entail? Am I just setting up for Evil GM plots? Yes. Yes
I am. But don't worry, anything big would only be reserved if my
man ever lives to superdom. 

No matter what he does after Thoughtnet, Icho will get a migraine. 
However, he gets huge headaches anyway just by living and is a 
masochist by trade, so no biggie.

As well as these three, Akibeel can perform the usual mindrape-and-
scan tactics he uses as a civilian. Pity that he's not a very
powerful senshi; all of his attacks are non-physical or get weird
results...

Guardian

The poor deceased Drogo was a Flemish pilgrim; he was revered for his
holiness and was associated with insanity, mental illness, and mentally
ill people... See my point of view? He was reborn into the shape of a
sheep because Drogo was a shepherd for many years; that and the sheep
is an animal thick as a plank who only takes communication as pain. You
basically have to smack one to get it to go anywhere. (Take it from the
girl who lives in the land where sheep roam around daily.) Besides, a
guardian sheep. How cool.

Drogo was a bit of a self-important buffoon who thought he was doing 
the right thing a lot of the time, liked making religious speeches, and
was overly smug about being reborn; he wasn't the smartest of creatures,
but still, he didn't deserve to -die-. He just said the wrong thing at
the wrong time to the wrong senshi. He would have made a good guardian,
if it wasn't for the senshi. I suppose you could say lack of judgement
was the reason for his death.

Drogo was a youngish ram with white-grey fleece and big yellow eyes. I
am very glad he died because I would have kept on getting the urge to
make him talk like a sheep, ie like thiiiiiiiis, baaaaaaaah. 

Explanation

Akibeel is listed as 'communication'; on various resources, he was said
to teach mankind signs, principles of divination and portents. He was
also begot by Enos who was begot by Seth. (He also was eventually the
begotter of Mahalaleel, a name which had me in hysterics for hours.) 
Apparently he's also the demon with power over all winged things, but 
we'll ignore that. 

Communication is a very interesting power sphere, 'interesting'
meaning that it makes you want to rip your hair out at the roots and
rub yourself in salt. Usually when you think communication, you think
telephones, verbal things, talking. When I saw the definition at 
dictionary.com, I immediately remembered fondly my sixth-form biology
class, sleeping through it, and learning about cell communication. So,
being the darling that I am, I immediately decided to mash in cell
communication (ie, from brain to nerves and things) in with the 
communication between self and consciousness/conscience (ie, the mental
communication that Icho taps into and drives himself nuts trying to
stop.) 

That, and because 'Just Communication' would have to be the coolest
name for an attack ever. *beams stupidly*

Writing Sample

I DECIDED TO DO ONE! *waits for applause* *keeps waiting* *waits 
forever* *goes off and cries* Anyway, pre-post-Elisha Icho; have fun!
_________________________

"I'm home, honey."

Isha looked up from the floor where he was currently doing a crossword
and gave his brother a grin, pushing away locks of pale blonde behind
his ears as he set down his pencil. "It's 'honey, I'm home'."

"If you think I'm gonna start referring to you like you're a housewife,
you've got another thing comin'." Jericho pushed his jacket off his 
shoulders and hung it haphazardly up on the hook next to the door.

"It's not like referring me as 'honey' doesn't give people the really
really wrong impression when they meet us for the first time," Isha
muttered underneath his breath, but stood and shook his head as Icho
gave him a blank look. "How was work?"

"Workish." The vivid electric-yellowgreens weren't even tired, Isha
marvelled. It was one in the morning. His brother -was- nocturnal. 
"Normal. Stupid. Sore throat."

"I'll get you some salt n'water," Isha volunteered immediately, 
moving over to their little kitchen. "C'mere and gargle."

Icho obediently moved over to his brother and, doelike, took sips of
the disgusting mixture, gargled, and spat it out when Elisha told him
to. Standing docile, he let Isha wipe his mouth with a piece of tissue
and nodded in bright affirmation when asked if it had helped. Elisha
inwardly sighed; even if he'd fed his brother arsenic Icho would 
stoutly affirm that it helped him. Sharper than a bone fragment around
other people, he was so submissive around Isha that the younger man 
often felt like the unwilling alpha wolf.

Icho collapsed down on the couch, sprawling gracefully and shucking off
his boots. Not even consciously, he sent out a tendril of thought that
slid into his brother's mind like a fish; by now, after many years, the
hairs on the back of his neck had stopped prickling.

_You're getting the 'flu,_ Icho informed him fluidly. _I can feel it
on you - like a rainforest - Isha, hungry._

"Not mouth-hungry, I imagine." Elisha disliked talking thought-wise to
his brother if it wasn't needed; Icho sometimes plaintively complained
that he shrieked. 

_No. Hungry._

He was relieved. The nights Icho -didn't- come in hungry meant that he
had been snacking on somebody else, which meant trouble. "All right,"
Isha said amiably. "Here I come."

Icho's smile was so sweet and relieved and warm that it would be 
hard-pressed for anybody to believe what he was really asking for.
"You're good to me."

"Of course. I'm your brother."

"Even if we weren't, you'd still be good."

"I wouldn't want to not be your brother."

"Soppy." 

"Truthful." Isha sat down behind his brother, tugging his braid free
as he began to re-plait it. "All right. I'm ready."

He never liked looking in Icho's eyes as he was feeding; it made him
feel dizzy. Isha was perfectly content to sit back and let his brother
rifle through the pockets of his brain, soaking everything up like a
sponge, looking through whatever he wanted. 

The usual deep ache formed in Icho's chest as he fed, light and
natural as breathing, the hollow need inside him slowly filling as he
took. He never did it too hard - that made his brother feel raw and
stripped - but still took everything his brain offered. 

"Thank you, brother-mine," he eventually said, sardonic-affectionate as
he felt the pain of leaving and leant back against the cushions. "I
won't have to eat the mailman in the morning now."

"Tell me you weren't contemplating eating the mailman."

"Thou shalt not lie, honey."

Icho joined in with his brother's laughter, and felt slightly guilty,
though he hadn't really lied; after all, Isha hadn't asked him if he'd
-already- eaten the milkman, had he?

Questionnaire

Your Name: Tami
Your E-mail: aliaguardian@yahoo.co.uk
Other RPGs: 

Sailor Hephaestos - So You Boinked Your Rival; A Self-Help Guide
Neptune Knight - I Am Full Of Black Bleeding Angst. Honest.
Perdix Metionid - What Are You Doing, Mother?

Balder Knight - I'm Undoubtedly So Cute You'll Need Insulin
Khnum Kamen - The Hmphing Senshi
Sailor Diana - Angry Young Goddess

Oh, and looking at that line-up, some people may be slightly worried
that I have so many senshi I'm going skitzo... If it helps, I know
of only three in that lineup who definitely don't die. *beam* And at
least two who definitely -do-.

Killable Senshi: Carrying on from the above paragraph... THIS GRIGORI
IS SUCH CANNON FODDER HE'S SCREAMINGLY DEAD ALREADY. Death would be the
best thing. Paraphrasing Mr. Bluesummers, it's all he's ever wanted.
Can he just go around eating some people first? (Not literally.)