Corporeal Forces: 4 Strength: 7 Agility: 9

Ethereal Forces: 5 Intelligence: 8 Precision: 12

Celestial Forces: 4 Will: 8 Perception: 8

Vessel: young human male/3, +2 charisma

Skills: Dodge/1, Electronics/1, Emote/2, Fast-Talk/6, Fighting/3, Knowledge (contract law/2, heavy metal music/2), Large Weapon/3 (bat), Musical Instrument/6 (Guitar), Singing/4

Songs: Harmony (Ethereal/3), Healing (All/1), Light (Celestial/6), Might (Corporeal/3), Shields (All/2), Thunder/3

Role: "Nygel Whytsmythe" (Heavy metal lead singer/5, Status 5)

Attunements: Mercurian of Creation, Seraphim of Creation, Malakite of Creation, Mercurian of Flowers

Well. It's certainly one of the more original Roles out there, at the very least. Brilliant, in it's own special way, really: usually, it's the demons that are hiding out in heavy metal bands. The angels are supposed to be gospel singers, or something.

This little blind spot is a great comfort for Nigel. Truth to tell, he was getting a little bored after being assigned to Flowers: Novalis is great to know, but her people can be a bit much, you understand? Nigel doesn’t like beating on humans any more than the next Mercurian does, but there is something to be said for unleashing some heavy duty Smiting on a demon or two. Doing so had a certain sort of rhythm to it, but he could never quite pin it down. Up to the point where Nigel heard his first AC/DC album, that is: after that, he knew what the beat was.

And it was loud.

From there, all it took was a little fast-talking and Nigel had his little experiment going. There's nothing wrong with loud, fast, powerful guitar riffs, after all: besides, did Heaven really want to just leave even one facet of human society completely open to the Enemy's machinations? No, of course not. It was Nigel's duty to infiltrate the heavy metal scene, no matter how dangerous it might be. Of course, Novalis didn't buy this line of reasoning for a second, but she had reasons of her own for agreeing to Nigel's scheme (Laurence turned mauve: David, magenta).

These days Nigel is quite busy being Nygel Whytsmythe, lead singer for the hot new heavy metal band Obsidian Wynges. They've got a reputation for playing tight, fast, loud music, and even more of one for being absolutely professional. There's a refreshing lack of rowdy behavior associated with this band: they go in, play, avoid scandals and leave. The groupies are even all of legal age. The lyrics mostly deal with how insane the planet is (a common theme in modern corporeal music), but there isn't any nihilism - and the band eschews any sort of Satanic imagery (obviously). Some in the scene grumble that the band isn't properly self-destructive, but most critics forgive them that quirk for their virtuoso playing.

Personally, Nigel's a little bit in love with the ultraviolence for a Mercurian, but he properly channels it against demons (there's never a shortage of targets). He's trying his best to wring as much enjoyment from this gig as he can, naturally: eventually, either Furfur or Nybbas will catch on and then the game's over. Until then, well, there's a concert tomorrow at the Spectrum, and the fans are counting on him and his band.

Incidentally, someone addicted to nitpicking might want to point out that this sort of behavior might attract the attention of Dominic. This is entirely true: in fact, the Archangel of Judgement, after a lengthy conversation with Nigel, assigned a special Triad to permanent keep an eye on this particular angel. Nigel doesn't mind.

After all, the Malakite is a wizard with the drums, the Cherub makes a perfect backup singer, and the Seraph can do almost frightening things with a base guitar…