Sailor Metatron - Kilierra Lovejoy Location: Roaaanoke! Roanoke, good ol' Roanoke, Roanoke, where the senshi fly and there's apple pie and there are a lot of folk who soak and poke and joke~ ::gets slapped:: Senshi: Sailor Metatron, Archangelus Senshi of Death (and much other angelic stuff x.x). Because 'Sailor' is just a prefix, she tends not to use it, though she is still Sailor Metatron. She usually goes by simply 'Metatron'. Name: Kilierra Arielle Lovejoy. (YES! It's Anal Eraen's sister! Kill me now.), called 'Kili' by her parents and friends. Meaning: Kilierra - meaningless. This, like the name of her older sister, was made up by her mommy. Arielle - feminine form of 'Ariel'. Therefore, it means 'lioness of God', as opposed to 'lion of G-d'. 'Ariel' is also the name of a spirit in Shakespeare's 'The Tempest', as well as one of Uranus' moons. Lovejoy - 'a happy person'. Self-explanatory (^^;). Age: 10 years old (you wanted young? It doesn't get much younger than this...). :D Birthdate: February 19. Astrological Sign: Pisces. Blood Type: B-. (Be negative? Nooo) Family: Benita Lovejoy (mother), Maurice Lovejoy (father), Eraen Lovejoy (older sister). Benita Lovejoy. - Bubbly, passionate, obsessive, kind, joyous and extroverted. She works as an independant gardener-slash- horticulturist-slash-architect who takes great amusement in her work as a designer for rich peoples' gardens (she's the lady that makes your hedges look like bunny rabbits!). She is paranoid, worrysome, and always fussing over her daughters. She is constantly in limbo between Eraen and Kilierra - while Eraen needs a motherly figure to get her into relationships, Kilierra needs encouragement and help to grow up in the right way. She has what are perhaps the most bright green eyes one could ever see; they are framed with thin, delicate lashes and motherly wrinkles from her fifteen years of caring for her problematic children and her thirty years of being stressed out by bad-tempered plants. Her hair, ash-gray and streaked with silver of age, is kept in a French knot at the base of her neck most of the time, though on sunny days she can be seen wearing a broad-brimmed straw hat with a bright silk scarf tied around its band. She is somewhat round around the edges and has passed on more of her traits to Kilierra than to Eraen. In recent years, however, Kilierra has been acting a lot more like her father... ...Maurice Lovejoy. - Quiet, wise, kind, sweet, intelligent, introverted, loving. Definitely a recluse, Maurice is a teacher of French at North Cross whose introversion seems to emphasize the stereotype that all intelligent people are antisocial. Kilierra's personality seems to be a near match to his. He has a great amount of knowledge in the fields of foreign language, the sciences and even geography, though his knowledge of non-French history isn't all that spectacular. Like his oldest daughter, he has bright yellow hair with streaks of black and gray; it is of a length that would be considered somewhat boyish on a girl, but somewhat girlish on a boy - he also wears bangs, that hide his maple-brown eyes. He wears glasses and is 5'10" tall. Eraen Lovejoy - One of Kilierra's greatest fears and the bane of her existance. Eraen is anal-retentive, obsessive, paranoid, antisocial, moody, and spends long hours in her room brooding. Kilierra has grown to fear her delicate sister, for the reason that Eraen screams at her whenever she sets foot in her bedroom, among other things. There is very little Kilierra can say about her sister except 'meep!'; Eraen seems to take great joy in the fact that Kilierra is not the stereotypical 'cute girl' who wears pink frilly gowns and plays dressup with her ten million friends, though Kilierra is somewhat skeptical about this. Eraen is, in Kilierra's opinion, very beautiful; she has bright yellow hair streaked with gray, perfect white skin and eyes brighter than lemons. She is thin, delicate and beautiful, though her cold attitude keeps her from being as attractive as she could be. Kilierra wishes she could be as pretty as her sister, though her mother scolds her for thinking like this; "You wanna weigh 90 pounds and be as small as her? Sorry, Kili. Mom's not going to let that happen. You're going to grow up strrrrong and healthy, like me!" Likes Playing 'pretend'. Like any child of her age, Kilierra loves the idea of pretending she is a goddess or a queen or a warrior (never a princess. NEVER a princess). She also enjoys acting like her toys are alive; she often holes herself up in her room for hours on end, doing nothing but playing with her toys and imaginary friends. Green vegetables. Unlike most children of her age, Kilierra is a huge fan of greens; offer her spinach, broccoli or cabbage and she'll be all over them. She knows her sources of vitamins, and because she wants to grow up beautiful and healthy (unlike her sister, who is sickly), she scarfs these things down like there's no tomorrow. Even her salads are made from spinach. Philosophy. This off-kilter love of hers stumps many of her young classmates, but Kilierra is a huge fan of philosophy and psychoanalysis. Being that she is so strangely wise, she enjoys seeing things from different points of view; the philosophizing of both ye olde philosophers like Plato and ye new philosophers fascinates her. She often scares people with her knowledge of life and the human mind. Good pronunciation. Like anyone else, she abhors it when people mispronounce her name, and good pronounciation is always praised by her. This also goes for good grammar; people who use their contractions properly are smiled upon by this ten-year-old. The sun. Another thing liked by most children; Kilierra adores sunlight, and can often be found sitting at the beach in the sun, reading a philosophy book that looks about ten times her size. She has a bit of a tan as a consequence, though because this is balanced by the fact that she remains inside so much, it's not that noticeable. Aldegundis/'Snookie'. Her sister may not seem to like 'Snookie', the family's pet pygmy goat very much, but Kilierra loves her. Though 'Snookie', whose real name is Aldegundis, is not allowed to speak to Kilierra because of the young girl's status opposing the Grigori senshi, she wishes she could; Kilierra is a very sweet, smart little girl, and Aldegundis can usually relate to her more than she can to Eraen. Aldegundis likes her so much that she has disallowed herself from telling Eraen of her sister's identity as Metatron, fearing that her second-best friend would be killed as a consequence. She doesn't think a ten-year-old deserves to be hurt in a fight, especially not a senshi one. Dislikes The fact that she knows her imaginary friends don't exist. She loves her imaginary friends, and the fact that her toys can talk, but she knows that they don't exist and that they can't. She wishes, from the depths of her soul, that they would move around and answer her calls, but she knows that they never will and that they never could. She is stuck between being jaded and being whimsical; she retains qualities of both, and hates being stuck between. The fact that people think she's a stupid child. She is a child, but she is most certainly not stupid, and most people that think she's 'oh-so-adorable' and want to do nothing except pinch her cheeks and dress her up in a frilly dress. She abhors this, wishing that the clingy people would just go away and leave her alone - in fact, because she is so intelligent, she sometimes sees herself as more intelligent than the people who do these things to her. Frilly dresses and girlish stereotypes. Simple as that - she does not like long princess-like dresses with multiple layers, or the fact that boys see girls as weaklings (especially in their younger years). Like with the above, she does not want to be stamped with a stereotype - she is a unique person, and she knows this. Besides, frilly dresses are just plain ugly, and hard to play in. Being interrupted. When people think what she's saying is of no consequence and butt into her conversation as if she's not there, she feels like banging her head against the wall (or, even better, the chest of the person doing so). When people barge into her room in the middle of her playing, without knocking or making some sort of sign that they're going to enter (read as: Eraen), she feels like transforming and throwing the interruptor out the window. School: Kilierra is in the fourth grade at North Cross, though she is no more religious than her parents or sister. Favourite Food: Broccoli and spinach, whether cooked or raw. The food stereotyped by many as being the food the most disliked by young children is actually the one she likes the most. She LOVES cake, though, and ice cream, just like any kid should. Least Favourite Food: Liver. This is where Kilierra begins following stereotypes - the dislike of that one food, the one that is so disliked by many, is the one she conforms to. Favourite Subject: She may not be taking it, but she adores Philosophy because she is drawn to the wisdom of ages held within it. Within the ones she is taking, she likes English most of all, because she is allowed to write stories that stem from the base of her imagination, which is wide. Least Favourite Subject: Geography. She's never really been able to grasp the concepts of cartography, agriculture, topography, demography or natural resources, and as a consequence dislikes geography. She doesn't like Religious Studies, either - she decided not long ago that she would forevermore be nonreligious and atheist, to avoid conflict in any way possible. She is like her sister in this way. Colour: Indigo, flame-orange and black. @.@ That enough colours for you? Hobbies: Playing pretend with her imaginary friends! :D Also reading her father's philosophy texts (without his permission, of course), writing stories about herself as a heroine, going outside to read or write aforementioned things, and freaking out people with her disturbing wisdom. Aspirations: She doesn't have any set decisions (she's still a little kid, after all), but she most certainly wants to be loved. She hasn't told anyone, but she has a liking for older men (as in, older than herself, meaning anyone between two and ten years older than she is... that's not really 'older', now, is it?) and has superfluous dreams of being carried away to a shining castle in the arms of a winged knight. Actually, this dream is recurring - she hasn't really noticed that the dream repeats itself, like some sort of prophecy, but simply thinks it's what she wants to do with her life. Birthstone: Amethyst. She's not a huge fan of it (or any other stone, for that matter), but because it's purple and shiny, she definitely nods in its direction. Representative Gemstone: Tanzanite. Tanzanite is a hugely rare gemstone found only in Tanzania (betcha didn't know that just by looking at the name ^_~), and it is of a magnificent indigo hue. History Being that Kilierra is only ten years old, her history is quite concise; she was born when her older sister was five years old and, much to Eraen's joy, averted her parents' attention from her so that she could grow up in relative peace. As an infant, Kilierra was very good. She was quiet, well-behaved, gurgly and all-around adorable. People came from near and far (okay, so maybe not, but they did come from across the street!) to look at her and coddle her, much to her parents' adoration and her embarassment. Unlike her sister, who had been disagreeable and moody as a child, Kilierra's sweet attitude attracted people to her, and all was good. No one really found a reason to dislike her - even when she did her duty in her diaper, she didn't complain, and simply waited for the ripe smell to waft over to Mummy's nose. This was more than enough to get Mummy hopping to and doing everything in her power to get rid of whatever-it-was in her undies. As a toddler, Kilierra found herself somewhat tortured by her older sister, who was only six or seven; being that Eraen was so paranoid about dirt and germs, she would often spritz her baby sister in some form of disinfectant before even allowing her to approach her. Though cruel and somewhat unfeeling, Eraen's 'care' for her sister actually kept Kilierra from getting sick on many occasions - when the flu came around and hit all the neighbourhood kids, Kilierra and Eraen were safe from it and walked among their peers without a fever, or even a scratchy throat. Kilierra still found herself soaked in antibacterial goo whenever her sister was in sight, but because she was safe from various icky colds, she lived with it. Kilierra never missed a day of (pre)school. When the time did come for her to attend school, Kilierra found that she was actually liked for her ability to make up fun pretend games. She'd often provide a story without joining in; her firm beliefs in her imaginary friends and the ability of her toys to speak and act kept her from making any actual living friends. The other kids ignored this for the most part, because they knew that she was the 'smart girl' who always knew how to solve problems and keep others out of trouble. They thought that her ways were somewhat weird, but they didn't mind the fact that she kept them from getting sent into the corner as punishment, and decided that they liked her quite a bit. Kilierra continued her school years like this - her sister constantly spritzing her with antibacterialness, her mother fussing over her, her father giving her art supplies whenever she merited it, and her dreams getting stranger and more vivid. At around seven years old, Kilierra began having strange, yet beautiful dreams of angelic beings and great battles going on, with her sometimes at their centre. One figure, however, always remained prominent - someone in golden armour, with huge white wings, coming and bringing her into the sky repeatedly. She was puzzled, but mystified. She had another recurring dream of herself growing into a tall, beautiful woman in less than a minute and falling in love with this same golden figure, though she was not as enraptured with it as with her other one. Her sister then received the strangest pet she had ever seen - a pygmy goat, brought home by their mother and named 'Snookie'. Though she thought the name 'Snookie' was stupid ('Arwen' would have been better, or 'Xantothianna Nielane Kroainisthal'), she adored the little creature, who would visit her on occasion when she wasn't spending time with Eraen. They had a friendship from the day their eyes met, though because Kilierra is Archangelus as opposed to Grigori, Aldegundis cannot truly become Kilierra's friend. She wishes beyond all else to be with both Kilierra and Eraen, but when forced to choose she chooses Eraen because of her loyalties to her senshi. Personality Kilierra is still a child, unlike many other senshi; in this way, most would expect her to be bubbly, clingy and innocent beyond compare. However, this is far from true; Kilierra is many times more mature and intelligent than many people ten years older than she is. Though her parents do not know of it, she steals philosophy books from her father's study, along with his gigantic Merriam-Webster English Dictionary, and reads philosophy with the dictionary nearby so that she can understand everything. She absorbs the definitions, too, so her grasp of the English language is extremely solid and impressive for a girl her age. She can use her knowledge to impress people in conversation with grammatical perfection and words even a lot of adults don't know. Her incredible intelligence and wisdom has driven her parents to research a possible overseas education for her - she has asked them on numerous occasions, and they have come up with various locations that would be good. Some examples are Provence, in France, Madrid, in Spain, Rome, in Italy, and London, England (of course! Sending her overseas, am I? BAD Dani! Don't worry. I'm not. Yet.). To say that she is 'wise' would be a gross understatement - she is one of those people whose wisdom has the power to disturb people. She is a philosopher whose words are hugely beyond her years, though how she acquired her knowledge is beyond many. It is considered 'unnatural' for a child of only ten years old to know as much about life as she does, seeing as children of her age have not experienced enough to come to decisions as detailed or deep as those she has devised: she has decided firmly that she is atheist, that she doesn't necessarily prefer males over females in romantic relationships, that she will live an open-minded life, and refuses to be bent to anyone's will. She is firm in her beliefs, refusing to change her mind about her thoughts and opinions, showing that stubbornness that seems to show only in children. Despite this, she constantly wishes to make a good impression on people, and therefore is a bit conformist in the way she dresses. She always does her best to see both sides of a situation, and because of this is an excellent conflict resolver. On her report cards she has been commended for her ability to stop fights; unlike her sister, who has a hungering, yet reserved desperation for peace, Kilierra can actually do something about fighting, and that is to stop or at least quell them using her open-minded attitude. First, she analyzes the situation, then processes it. She divides the situation into each side and its opinions, and does her best, however possible, to come up with a solution that will facilitate every party afflicted. However, Kilierra is also highly indecisive by nature; while she may find the most pure and beautiful solution to a problem, by the time she's decided on it the conflict could be long-forgotten. Even in all her wisdom, Kilierra is a whimsical person; while she is inclined to follow her mind, she is still a child, and often follows her heart instead. Unlike a lot of senshi, she still enjoys her childish belief in talking animals, and seeing/hearing a guardian speak to her wouldn't surprise her a lot. She'd just giggle and smile. She is also very imaginitive; she has imaginary friends, she plays with her stuffed animals, and she prefers writing to interacting. She is like a faerie creature - small and sweet, she contains ageless wisdom, but is still sprightly and somewhat playful. She knows that she is wrong in believing in faeries and knights or ladies in shining armour and dragons, but believes in them nonetheless, hoping that if she believes in them that they will exist, by her sheer force of will. She even has a secret, secret dream that one day she will be carried off by someone with angel wings and wearing golden armour, but even then, she knows that it's unlikely, if even possible. Kilierra, until recently, was an extroverted, sweet child by nature; however, in recent years she has shrunk back, adopting a lot of her father's reclusive, kind personality. She frequently holes herself up in her bedroom with her toys, imaginary friends and books on philosophy she stole from her father's study, often remaining in there for hours on end, playing and reading quietly. Her parents question themselves as to whether she may be developing Avoidant Personality Disorder, or even Antisocial Personality Disorder; therefore, her mother is constantly encouraging her to go outside and make friends. Kilierra, however, prefers to be alone with herself and her imaginary friends; this has led her parents to believe that she could be bordering on schizophrenic. Psychology aside, Kilierra doesn't really enjoy much outside of her room; she once enjoyed many relationships, though she transcended that stage and developed relationships with things that couldn't disagree with her - toys and 'friends' that didn't seem to be there to anyone else. She is probably the best person to listen to you if you're depressed. She abhors seeing people sad, and even if she doesn't know someone will do her best to cheer them up in anyway. She's not the type to jump on you and scream "CHEEEEAH UUUUP, YOOOU! ^______^" but she is the type to sit down next to you on that lonely park bench and let her legs dangle for a bit before touching your arm and asking quietly, "Y'okay?" She loves seeing people happy, and can't stand seeing them sad; her great wisdom helps her be a sort of depression- alleviation machine. Feed her the problem, and she'll spit up the best possible answer she can come up with; if she doesn't have a good enough answer, she'll find an alternative, and even if she doesn't find one of those will do her best to help you first-hand. Appearance Kilierra, as little more than a child, could be described as cute; however, you wouldn't describe a faerie with little wings and a dress made of strawberry leaves to be cute, now, would you? You'd probably be closer to describing her as beautiful, or delicate, or intriguing. Kilierra, though young, is all of these things; however, while she shares these qualities with her older sister, Eraen, she will grow up to be much more attractive. Why? Because of her warmer, nicer personality, of course! ^__^ Hair Colour. Kilierra's hair is that warm tone of damp ashes - about 60% gray. In it are several pencil-thin streaks of both black and yellow, with less streaks of blonde than there are of black - there are about seven black strands and five yellow ones. Hair Style. Kilierra's hair is worn to a couple of inches or so below her shoulder blades and is like her father's hair - rather than curl in at the tips, it wisps outward slightly. Being that it is so thick, it does this a lot, sometimes giving her a bit of a ghostly look. She wears her hair down, sometimes with two clips keeping it back, though at times she will tug it back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. However, when she does this the bangs imminently fall out, resulting in it being totally useless. Eyes. Kilierra has very unique eyes - at least, compared to the rest of her family. They are a blue-violet tone, surrounded in black coronas, and always seem to be open wide with curiosity. Like any child's eyes, they are huge - however, they are slightly almond- shaped, lending them a somewhat mature look. Her eyelashes are thick and long, and she loves batting them. ^^; Height. Four feet, ten inches tall. She's a little small, but then again, she's still a kid. ^o^ Body and build. Kilierra is a strange child, certainly, but one of the strangest aspects of her would seem to be her body. Her physical shape is, really, nothing more than that of a tiny woman - unlike a lot of children, who look like squashed, chubby people with somewhat oversized heads, she looks more or less like a miniature teenager that lacks a developed bust. Her overall build is delicate and faerie- like - she could be seen as a tiny porcelaine statue, when her body type is combined with the colour of her skin. She is very lightweight and thin, almost like a bird, and could be lifted without problem by someone taller than her. Skin. Kilierra's skin isn't really tanned, and isn't really pale - it hits the halfway mark, for the simple reason that she balances her time outside and inside. While she does stay inside a lot, she has inherited her mother's skin tone, which is a nice tan. Like the skin of any child, it's relatively smooth, though interrupted by the occasional bruise or cut or bandage. She hasn't hit puberty yet, so hasn't started developing teenage skin problems. Face. Kilierra's face is shaped like a big, happy heart. She has huge eyes, pink, pinch-able cheeks ("OOOOO! Don't you just wanna PINCH her CHEEKS?!"), a cute nose that is a little bigger than is average, and small, heart-shaped lips. She has a small forehead and a pointy chin, and small ears that hear everything despite their size. Clothing. Kilierra loves simple clothes - her favourite things to wear are t-shirts in bright colours and blue denim overalls. However, she'll alternate what she's wearing - on school days after school, she'll wear t-shirts with overalls, though on the weekends she'll wear short summer dresses in either floral or solid prints. All of the colours she wears for playing are bright, and most of her summer dresses are in pastels. During the winter, she'll wear a knee-length, double-breasted, hooded jacket lined with a layer of false black fur; windbreakers work well for her in the warmer months. Voice. Unlike what you'd expect, Kilierra's voice is mellow and soft, like melting butter. It is sweet, but not sugar-sweet and annoying. There is no nasality in her voice, luckily. Carriage. Kilierra, as the fun-loving child she is, always seems to have a lighthearted skip in her walk. She never hangs her head, she has excellent posture, and she seems to walk above the surface of the pavement or the grass. Some could swear that she floats as she walks, contributing to her faerie-like appearance. Fuku First things first: The most noticeable thing about Kilierra when she transforms is that she shoots up. She grows. She ages. She goes from cute ten-year old to pretty nineteen-year old, and that's all the disguise she needs. She is completely unrecognizable from her civilian form, except that there is a vague similarity that makes people that know Kilierra go, "Have I met you before?" She is approximately five feet, ten inches tall when transformed, about one foot taller than she is in civilian form. Her hair remains the same length and colour; however, it loses its coloured streaks and goes to plain ol' ash-gray. Beneath her entire costume, Metatron wears a skintight, high- collared, long-sleeved, full-length indigo bodysuit that has a slight lustre to it. Over this bodysuit, she wears an ankle-sweeping, white, translucent trenchcoat that lacks pockets or fastenings except at the chest area; over her bust, her coat tied almost like a shoe, with an orange cord crossing over and under itself until it meets in a loose bow at the base of her collarbone. The trenchcoat's edges are lined with a flame pattern in bright orange and black. Attached to the back of its collar is a single flame-orange bow that could easily fit in one's palm; directly below this, on her back, a small pair of wings in the same flame pattern can be seen. Moving on to her gloves, she wears elbow-length, tightly hugging, black leather gloves whose palms and finger pads are strengthened with sections of toughened leather that make holding a weapon less difficult to hold. Rather than a skirt, she wears a pair of loose breeches over her bodysuit, made of the same translucent white material as her trenchcoat and tucked into her boots, making them look a bit puffy. Her boots are almost exactly the same as her gloves - they reach to an inch below her knees, are made of black leather, and cling tightly to her legs. They have high heels and steel toes (ouch!). Over her hair, which is pulled into a bun at the top of her head, she wears a thin net of silvery chainmail that hangs like a veil to just below her ears; however, it splits down the middle and hangs over her ears, leaving her face exposed. Hanging from the place where it splits (like a widow's peak) is a small tanzanite gem cut into the shape of an octagon. Each ear is decorated with a silver loop that has an octagonal tanzanite hanging from it. Her right ring finger sports a silver ring with an octagonal tanzanite gem decorating it. Henshin/Transformation Kilierra's henshin object is not a corporeal object; rather, it is a small tattoo on the inside of her left arm. It is shaped like a feather quill and is little more than an inch in width; it started off as a simple henna tattoo from her friends' birthday party, but never really seemed to fade after she had it put on. Her henshin phrase is as follows: "Metatron Archangelus Power, Make Up!" She lifts her sleeve, exposing the tattoo on her left arm, and raises it above her head, saying the phrase loudly but not yelling it. Her hand balls into a fist as rays of golden, silver and white light shine from behind it, wrapping her entire body in clinging shards of coloured light. Her body, now shining a prismatic combination of orange-gold, gray-silver and indigo, is torn into wisps of light - she does feel this, mind you - and smooshed back together in the shape of a young woman (breasts, butt, hips and all). The light that still surrounds her body explodes with a chime of church bells, and she spins a few times, letting pieces of her costume fly onto her shining body one by one. They go in this order: bodysuit (front and back fly together), boots, gloves, trenchcoat, jewelry. She spins once more, passing her hand over her face, and as she hits the ground more church bells sound. Her final pose is something like this: right leg crossing over left leg, right arm bent inward and pointing to the left, left arm pointing straight ahead. Power "Death Sigil!" To execute this attack, Metatron closes her eyes, folds her hands and kneels as if to pray, on her right knee. She then extends her arms upward, to the sky, and whispers "Death Sigil!" She then presses both hands to the surface below her; for a moment, a glowing, orange mark in the shape of a pair of joined wings appears where her hands touched, and fades into the ground. She simply has to wait for someone to come in contact with it, and it will cause a great explosion of light and power - something like a land mine. This is your generic blow-'em-up mine-style attack; when it blows up, it releases multiple missiles made of flame and death-based energies to strike the opponents. Each missile is relatively weak in terms of the amount of damage it can do, but the positive part is that the whole attack can hit multiple opponents, homing-missile style. Depending upon how much energy Metatron has (or had, at the time of the mine's placement), this attack can fire from one to five missiles at a time. A single missile can strike only one opponent. "Til Death do you part, you shall hear the voices of the damned! Dire Requiem!" In order to get this attack to work, Metatron must make direct physical contact with the target; her favourite is in the form of a kiss, though not necessarily on the lips. After making this contact, she whispers in their ear, "Til Death do you part... you shall hear the voices of the damned..." She then backs away, goes to a safe spot where she can take a steady seat, and yells "DIRE REQUIEM!" for everyone to hear. An unsettling darkness falls over the field, though not a physical one - it seems to be more of an overcast than anything else. The victim then begins hearing faint whispers, which turn to murmurs, which turn to speaking-volume, then become screams. They often begin to fall to the ground, with no explanation that is visible to their allies. This ability creates a chaotic, haunting amalgamation of the cries of the depressed, the screams of the dying, the wailing of the damned, and the howling of the mad. These voices usually consist of people who were victims at the hands or insults of the target, but tweaked to say things that could not be true, to the point of being hurtful or degenerative to the target. Only the target is able to hear these voices, as it is a strictly psionic attack. The spell either drives the target mad, causes them to break down in tears of pain and depression, or pass out from the pain - it could kill, if Metatron really wanted it to and put the energy into it. The 'til Death do you part' means that it can not be stopped until either the battle ends or either Metatron or her target are killed. This attack requires an insane amount of energy to execute. After two minutes of this attack continuing, she finds her head spinning and her equilibrium thrown completely off. Her vision blurs after three minutes and her senses, as a whole, after four. Five minutes could easily cause her to be knocked out and anything beyond that, if possible, could kill her. As she becomes stronger in battle, this attack becomes steadily more easy to use. This doesn't mean that it becomes longer or more powerful - she just gets a little bit more used to the pressures of hearing voices screaming at her in her head. Yes - she does, indeed, hear the voices as well, and feel the same pain as her target. When she attacks, she forms a sort of empathic link with the target, and the grace of G-d punishes her for opening the door to [insert name of the home of the dead] so that the target may hear the dead. Star/Myth/Angel Information "Metatron, first and last of the Archangels, Chancellor of Heaven, Celestial Scribe, Prince of Wisdom, the Angel of the Covenant and King of Angels." Metatron is considered by many to be the 'King of all angels', sometimes seen as mightier than Michael or Gabriel - he can be seen as, to put it quite bluntly, the Highest Archangel. He is said to sit on the throne beside G-d by some sources, though some say that he resides in the Seventh Heaven; by these sources, he is said to be encountered before the dead encounter G-d. His twin brother is Sandalphon; after arriving in heaven, Metatron was transformed into a spirit of fire with 36 pairs of wings, bones made of embers, flesh of flame, and sinews of fire (hence the flame pattern on her trenchcoat). He is also said to be the scribe that writes down all things that happen to humanity. As G-d has many names, so does Metatron; some are Yahoel, Yofiel, Surya, Lad, and Metaetetron. He is even known by some as 'Lesser YHWH'; in Hebrew, the letters 'YHWH' stand for the most sacred and unpronounceable name of G-d. In this way is he the archangel not only of G-d but of Death, Flame, and Recorded Knowledge. Some also say he is the Voice of G-d and that it is only through him that the wishes of G-d, whose voice has the ability to destroy, may be announced. Resources: http://www.belinus.co.uk/doorsofpeace/AngelsMetatron.htm http://www.crystalinks.com/metatron.html http://www.crystalinks.com/enoch.html http://www.namastecafe.com/archangel/metatron.htm Why Metatron? I wanted to choose a rather powerful angel that I could pair with the tiny, young Kilierra, as well as clash dramatically with Eraen, who is Grigori; also, my obsession with Dogma and Alan Rickman (::WORSHIP!::) drove me to choose the angel in question. And that, my friends, is about all I can say...