Corporeal Forces: 4 Strength: 7 Agility: 9

Ethereal Forces: 5 Intelligence: 8 Precision: 12

Celestial Forces: 6 Will: 12 Perception: 12

Word-Forces: 15

Vessel: human male/2, human female/3

Skills: Chemistry/6, Detect Lies/2, Dodge/3, Driving/2, Emote/2, Fast-Talk/2, Fighting/6, Knowledge/6 (brewing lore), Language (German/3, Sumerian/3), Large Weapon/3 (Sword), Medicine/2, Ranged Weapon/3 (rifle), Savoir-Faire/3, Singing/2, Small Weapon/2 (mug), Throwing/2

Role: Abvriel hasn't had a Role since Prohibition. He tends to favor brewers or barkeepers when he does have one.

Songs: Attraction (Celestial/2), Harmony (Ethereal/3), Healing (All/2), Light (Celestial/5), Motion (Celestial/4), Shields (Corporeal/3, Celestial/2)

Attunements: Cherub of Creation, Malakite of Creation, Cherub of Judgement, Transubstantiation, Angel of Beer

1) Abvriel may automatically attune to a target by buying him or her beer (roll anyway for the check digit).

2) Abvriel never suffers from hangovers, nausea or indeed any more than the mildest type of intoxication. He may gift someone else with this ability for 24 hours by spending 3 Essence. This ability is also available as a Servitor Attunement.

: Brew a batch of beer and give it away to a group of adults.

: Act as a designated driver.

: Persuade a person to not use beer or any other alcohol as an excuse for inappropriate or self-destructive behavior.

"As long as we Christians have our beer, there's nothing to fear." - old prayer

Abvriel has been watching over beer and brewers since the Sumerians first came up with the idea. He has always been one of Eli's favorite Word-Bound Servitors, both for his charge and for his personality (Abvriel is jovial, methodical and endlessly patient), so his position in Creation's hierarchy was always secure, even when earthly events have temporarily dampened his Word.

Dominic managed to grab hold of Abvriel during the Great Creationer Reorganization of 1957: whether it was because he wanted this Word under reliable control (in other words, Dominic's), or whether it was simply because the old Latin recipe "in vino veritas" lists beer as a substitute ingredient, is unknown. Either way, it hasn't worked out that well. Abvriel is about the most recalcitrant Servitor Dominic controls, and the only reason that the Angel of Beer hasn't formally left the Archangel of Judgement's service is because neither wants to deal with the inevitable political fallout. Both find it convenient to ignore each other as much as possible: Dominic's weekly visits are over amazingly quickly.

Unlike most Creationers, Abvriel wants Dominic to try Eli: after God intervenes on Eli's behalf (well, He did for Michael, and Michael was infinitely guiltier than Eli, right?), Abvriel can get out of this tangle and go serve a Superior that can appreciate a cold one now and again. Until then, he tries his best to serve his Word without Judgement's interference (which isn't too onerous, really: most Triads find that a little politeness works wonders in getting Abvriel's assistance).

It should be noted that Abvriel's Word is "Beer", not "Intoxication" or "Partying". Beer was first invented to provide a safe alternative to water (before modern germ theory, many countries and cultures had no real idea how to safely decontaminate the local water supply), and Abvriel emphasized this aspect of his Word for most of his career. Now that the modern age understands purification techniques, Abvriel instead promotes using beer, in moderation, as a chemical and cultural method of relaxation, not to mention brewing as a legitimate hobby and profession. He does not encourage drunkenness or alcoholism: like most Creationers, Abvriel believes that over-indulgence in anything is insulting to God and His works.

Incidentally, there is a Demon of Beer. Actually, there have been several: every Prince of Drugs has sponsored that Word. They never last very long: Abvriel makes it a point to rip apart potential sources of Word-friction as quickly as they arise. One demonstration is usually enough per Prince. Haagenti might be able to better protect the demonic Word of Beer, but he finds it more profitable to "reluctantly" transfer the rights to such a potent Word (in return for concessions elsewhere, naturally) to each new Prince of Drugs.

Fleurity is one of the few stubborn enough to try again: his latest Demon of Beer is a 16 Force Calabite bruiser named Grikplim who, nonetheless, is not expected to last out the year. Abvriel is a nasty, experienced fighter who protects his Word with all the zeal one would expect from an ancient Cherub, and no parvenu is going to just waltz in and interfere with his operation.