Ripley
Malakite of War
Angel of Forklifts
Corporeal Forces: 5 Strength:
8 Agility: 12
Ethereal Forces: 4 Intelligence:
8 Precision: 8
Celestial Forces: 6 Will:
12 Perception:
12
Word-Forces: 3
Vessel: female/3, Charisma +1; male/2
Skills: Acrobatics/2, Climbing/3, Dodge/6,
Driving/6, Fighting/3, Knowledge/6 (Demolitions), Large Weapon/6 (forklift),
Medicine/1, Move Silently/6, Ranged Weapon/3 (rifle), Savoir-Faire/3,
Seduction/3, Swimming/3, Tactics/3, Throwing/6
Songs: Charm (Corporeal/2), Healing (Corporeal/2),
Machines (All/2), Light (Celestial/6), Motion (Ethereal/3), Shields
(Corporeal/4)
Attunements: Malakite of Creation, Malakite of War,
Seraph of War, Proficiency (Forklifts), Transubstantiation, Angel of Forklifts
Angel of Forklifts: Ripley may use any skill or Song
without penalty while operating a forklift.
Any skill.
Yes, even that one.
Rites:
Operate a forklift for three hours.
Oaths:
"Suffer not an evil to life, if it is my
choice."
"Never surrender or allow myself to be captured
by the forces of Hell."
"Always go down swinging."
"Always remember that we're here to protect
those who need it."
In case it wasn't obvious, Ripley started out
working for Creation. He was
transferred out about two centuries ago for being a little bit too loopy for
Eli's tastes...
I detect surprise.
No, that was a correct statement - and it also does not actually imply
that Ripley must be notably 'unique', even by Creation's flexible
standards. Those attempting to assess
the personality of the Archangel of Creation from his current behavior should
remember that by all accounts Eli has voluntarily stripped himself of most of
his memories, decided to abandon his formal position as one of the fifty or so
most powerful entities in the Universe and is now wandering the corporeal plane
talking to everything he sees (and fornicating with everything that talks back,
sourly mutter the Seraphim). By modern
Creationer standards Ripley's downright sedate.
But he does all right with Michael's troops. Ripley's got the patented Creationer
imagination and an affinity with large chunks of explosives, two things always
appreciated in Servitors of War; his Word is a bit more unusual, but Michael's
argument that a certain amount of off-the-wall Words would be tactically useful
was generally accepted without too much fuss.
It didn't hurt that Ripley could do frightening things with a forklift
even before he got his promotion - or that most of the other Archangels had
their own little lists of low-level Words that they wanted to experiment with,
either.
Of course, the big question is, where does one go
from here? Ripley's word is not
precisely one that could be infinitely inflated, and the angel is reasonably
ambitious. Possibly a shift, as mortal
technological progression develops?
Ripley's always open to suggestions - though he's already heard the most
obvious one, thanks...