Diatu App - CONTAINS SPOILERS
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Name: Penbee
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Character
Name: Aziraphale (also known under his angelic title and rank: Principality Aziraphale, Guardian of the Eastern Gate or professionally on Earth under the alias of bookshop owner A Z Fell, but really... just Aziraphale)
Canon: Good Omens (the television series)
Canon point: A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square (as such THIS APP CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE SERIES AND ESPECIALLY THE END)
Age: 40-50ish by physical appearance, over 6000 years old by Creation. (Aziraphale was there at the beginning and Ussher was very nearly correct.)
History:
wiki for a more condensed/cut-and-dry version
or you can put up with my sidenotes and such below
In the beginning… The Principality Aziraphale thought he was doing the Good Thing by giving Adam (the first man, not the Antichrist) the Flaming Sword, but the Angel of the Eastern Gate of Eden...may have done the Bad Thing.
And when one's sole identity is as an embodiment of Good and Righteousness as an angel of God, it can be very trying to the soul to realize that one is not, in fact, always such. Especially for one as prone to worrying and fussing as Aziraphale.
Here on the wall of Eden, watching the newly banished humans make their way out of the Garden and into the harsh desert, Aziraphale meets the Enemy, a snake-demon named Crawly. They strike up a conversation and that wily old serpent—He who tempted Eve with the apple—suggests perhaps they both got it wrong: perhaps he, the demon, did good, tempting Eve, and the angel did bad, arming Adam and giving away the sword.
Oh dear. Perhaps he is right.
After all, God's plan is ineffable.
The unlikely pair will be seeing a lot of each other over the millennia: Crawly has been put on earth to tempt human souls towards evil—to gain numbers for Hell. Aziraphale is here to thwart him and make sure humanity tends toward goodness and Heaven. Miracles and temptations are their trade, their business, their bread and butter. This is their job, as it were, rival attachés to Earth, to humanity. But they are immortal, occult, and ethereal; aside from guiding and tempting, there should be no reason for them to grow attached to the mortal souls they are tasked with securing.
Or each other, for that matter.
Crawly and Aziraphale meet again over the years, at the Ark, at the Crucifixion, and each time Crawly—who changes his name to Crowley—draws doubt on God’s actions with logical, sometimes sympathetic arguments. Each time he chips away, opening uncomfortable questions Aziraphale does not (cannot, for to question is to Fall) and will not allow himself to fully ask.
Above all Crowley asks WHY?
Why do humans suffer? Why is knowledge bad? Why is choice wrong?
Aziraphale falls back on the safety-net of belief, that God’s plan is ineffable, impossible to know or comprehend, impossible to convey…and who is he to second guess the Plan? Who is anyone to do so? It is dangerous to question God. That is why Crowley is no longer an angel—he questioned God. Aziraphale knows he should not associate with a demon. Heaven would not like it. GOD would not like it.
And yet...
He tries, and fails, of his own doing, to maintain distance between himself and Crowley. After all, their experiences through time are shared; no one else, least of all the humans around them or the angels and demons residing Upstairs or Downstairs, can quite relate to the particular circumstances they find themselves in. By the years following Christ’s crucifixion, Crowley has become a familiar welcome face. Aziraphale greets him almost like a friend.
Neither manage to remain apart entirely from what humanity has to offer, either. They eat, though they do not need to. Crowley sleeps, though that too is unnecessary. They are fascinated by and occasional patrons to the arts. (Much later, Aziraphale will be the only angel ever to learn to dance.) Indulgences. Vices. Fondnesses.
They learn, they experience, they are influenced and changed by the world they are trying to influence. The two live on Earth and witness first-hand, in the trenches as it were, the trials and tribulations of humanity. They see the cruelty and wars, the prejudices, the crimes and senselessness. The invention. The wonder. The spectacle. Humanity, over the millennia, will manufacture its own terrible choices, worse yet than any that trickster Crowley EVER creates...and compassion better than anything Aziraphale might conjure in them.
Humanity has free-will to decide between Good and Evil for itself and that is inspiring. To two beings with designated roles to play and orders to obey, the ability to choose your path is something to be cherished and admired. Their assignments are sometimes awful, or the places sometimes damp, but they do come to love the world and the people.
Around 1020 AD the pair come to an Arrangement, an agreement to spare them both the trouble of travel and fuss: they will help cover each other’s respective Heavenly\Hellish assignments and share the load. One of them can provide both a miracle and a temptation, save the other one a trip; vice versa.
It works. Their home offices fail to notice or care, so long as the work gets done. The angel and the demon cancel each other out. Stability is maintained. Humanity carries on, creating their own good and evil independent of the angel and demon, that Crowley sometimes conveniently takes credit for. It gives Aziraphale and Crowley more time for their personal hobbies, and perhaps more excuses to run into each other.
They meet under the pretense of work. They meet in parks and theaters and restaurants, places where they can hopefully avoid detection (but places they mutually enjoy). They occasionally dine out together. They make allowances for each other’s whims. They fraternize far more than is healthy for a friends-close-but-enemies-closer relationship. Crowley, for his own part, is particularly indulging of Aziraphale—maybe to earn his favor for nefarious means? To make him more willing to keep up the dangerous arrangement?
I mean surely he would not help Shakespeare’s tragic play succeed just because the angel wants it to.
Surely not. After all, that’s almost kind. Demons are not kind and the two are definitely NOT friends.
Eventually, Aziraphale opens a bookstore [3] in what is currently known as SoHo. Crowley also takes up residence in London.
Perhaps fearing that his luck will run out and this friendship will put himself in danger, Crowley finally asks Aziraphale for “insurance.” Holy water. A bit of the water would kill a demon like Crowley. Kill him entirely, not merely discorporate him. There would be no coming back.
Does he mean it as a suicide pill?
Fearing that’s the case, Aziraphale refuses. He won’t let Crowley destroy himself. He calls their relationship "fraternization." Crowley takes offense. They argue and have a falling out.
The angel spends most of a century without the demon. He learns to dance at gentlemen-only clubs.
Then, WWII. Duped into aiding a fake British Intelligence Officer, Aziraphale finds himself at the end of a Nazi’s gun, facing discorporation again. Crowley comes to his rescue as before, burning his own feet over the consecrated ground of the church, rerouting a falling bomb onto the building to kill the Nazis, and miraculously rescuing Aziraphale’s books. He leaves saving the two of them in Aziraphale’s hands, putting faith in the angel to make sure they BOTH survive.
Oh, but how could he not save Crowley? How ever could he not?
Aziraphale eventually gives him a thermos of Holy Water, though it takes him almost another 30 years to do so. Crowley does go so much faster than him.
Somewhere in the modern era, circa 2007 or so, Crowley’s assignment delivers the Antichrist to a satanic nunnery outside Tadfield, initializing Armageddon. Due to a perfectly human and normal cock-up, the baby ends up in the arms of two ordinary humans, the Youngs. He is named Adam (the Antichrist, not the first man).
In a cliched twist everyone saw coming, the Antichrist was supposed to go home with an American ambassador and his wife. Instead they receive the child who was originally the Youngs’. He is then named Warlock.
Crowley, defying Hell, tells Aziraphale about the boy he believes to be the Antichrist: Warlock. Though Aziraphale is initially reluctant to join him, together they hatch a plan to keep the world they have come to enjoy and spare humanity from the coming war.
They will stop Armageddon by never letting it begin. If they can raise the boy to be neither good nor evil, the war doesn’t have to happen, the seas don’t have to boil, and Aziraphale doesn’t have to spend eternity listening to the Sound of Music. (God does so love that musical…)
But war, Heaven tells Aziraphale, is not meant to be prevented. It is meant to be won. Despite trying to toe the party line, he joins Crowley in trying to help teach the child.
By the time Warlock is 11, he shows no sign of powers and the scheduled hellhound fails to arrive. The angel and demon realize they have the WRONG BOY.
So then...where is the Antichrist?
They revisit Tadfield, only to find the nunnery has been converted into a paintball zone for business leadership workshops. The woman in charge, a former member of the nunnery, does not recall the needed details, so the angel and demon decide to return to London.
On the way back, they run into a young woman on a bicycle. Or she runs into them. Semantics. The Bentley and the bike collide. They drive her home after the accident, and she accidentally leaves her book in Crowley's car.
The book, as it turns out, is the sole remaining copy of The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch and the girl is Agnes Nutter's descendant Anathema.
Prophecy 3008 - When that the angel readeth these words of mine, in his shoppe of other menne's books, then the final days are certes upon us. Open thine eyes to understand. Open thine eyes and rede, I do say, foolish principalitee, for thy cocoa doth grow cold.
Aziraphale finds the book, realizes what it is, and does not tell Crowley, despite their plans to work together. His own investigation through Agnes’s prophecies turns up an address in Tadfield. When he rings the number, 666, Adam Young’s father—his earthly father, not his true Satanic one—answers the phone.
Oh dear. Right number!
Instead of telling Crowley he has located the boy, Aziraphale tries Heaven again, only to be repeatedly dismissed and reminded that the War has to happen. Unfortunately, this charade also draws the attention of the Archangel Michael, who, suspicious of Aziraphale, discovers that he and Crowley have a long history of working together and she contacts Hell.
Back on Earth, Aziraphale enlists a human agent of his, Witchfinder Shadwell, to locate and follow Adam Young, and he unknowingly sets into motion some of Agnes Nutter's prophecies.
But as far as Crowley knows, he and Aziraphale have no leads on the whereabouts of the child who will become the Antichrist. So, when he asks Aziraphale to meet him at the bandstand in the park to talk, he is desperate. Armageddon is practically on their heels. Crowley tries to convince him that they are their own side, independent of Heaven or Hell, and suggests that they could run off together, anywhere in the universe. He has a fast car and a plan to get them out of here. They could leave behind this world they had come to consider their home, this world their respective groups were about to destroy and fight over, and leave for the stars...just the two of them.
I don't even LIKE you! he claims in reply. You do! Crowley argues. It feels like one of their regular old petty disagreements, one where Aziraphale says no for the sake of saying no, because he's worries about these things, and Crowley leads him into the temptation he was always going to agree to anyway.
But this time, Aziraphale, always one for the rules, for going through the correct channels, for trying to do right by everyone, rejects him.
Not entirely deterred, because this is how they operate, Crowley asks again at the curb outside the bookshop. Run away with me, Angel. Again, Aziraphale says no, for certain this time, and an angry and hurt Crowley threatens to leave to the stars without him, to not even THINK about him—and drives off to sulk.
After some of the angels, including Michael, confront Aziraphale on the street and threaten him, Aziraphale decides to seek a higher authority: God. His call is intercepted by Metatron, who functions as the voice of God. Metatron, like the angels, tells Aziraphale that the war is meant to happen; that it will begin with a nuclear war.
Human weapons manipulated by Heaven and Hell…
So finally, forsaken even by God, he calls his only definite ally: Crowley ("I know where the Antichrist is…")—only to be hung up on. Crowley is busy being threatened by another demon—he can't talk right now.
Shadwell, stopping by in the hope of collecting funds, had peeped through the letter-slot and witnessed Aziraphale’s call with Metatron. He breaks in and confronts Aziraphale in his shop, accusing him of being a witch. Shadwell tries to banish him to Hell and instead accidentally backs the angel into the heavenly circle.
Aziraphale steps into the circle and, like the wily coyote realizing there is no cliff-edge beneath him, he has a moment to react—Fuck—before he is discorporated.
Frightened by what he believes to be his own power, Shadwell flees. A candle from the circle falls in his wake and catches the bookshop on fire. It burns. And burns. And burns.
Crowley, having managed to shake the demons threatening him—killing one with Aziraphale’s gifted Holy Water, trapping the other in the phone-line for the time being—rushes to the angel...and finds instead the bookshop ablaze and Aziraphale absent.
He runs into the building shouting for him. Aziraphale is not there. He's not anywhere. He is gone. Crowley assumes the worst. For the first time in a long time, Crowley is genuinely completely alone.
Hellfire would destroy an angel, just like Holy Water destroys demons.
In Heaven, the discorporated Aziraphale rebels against orders to take up his uniform and command his platoon, and instead transports his now-ghostly form back to earth to look for a body he might possess (angels don’t possess people, demons do that, but...there is a first time for everything). On earth, he finds Crowley, drinking and mourning, having believed Aziraphale dead.
“I lost my best friend.”
It might well be the first time either has put into words what they meant to each other. What is the risk now? What could Heaven and Hell do to them that it isn’t already? At the end of the world, does it matter anymore the risks of saying it?
In a stroke of devilish luck (or divine intervention), Crowley has saved Agnes Nutter's book from the fire and, with it, the notes Aziraphale has on Adam Young, the Antichrist. He urges Crowley to get a wiggle on and meet him in Tadfield, then sets off to find a body to borrow. It really is too bad he can’t possess Crowley’s, but you know...angel, demon; they'd probably explode.
Witchfinder Shadwell’s neighbor is a very patient and tolerant woman named Madame Tracy who works both as a medium and a courtesan. Today she is a medium and mid-seance, Aziraphale crashes the party, possessing her body and shooing out her clients.
He explains to her the circumstances surrounding the coming Armageddon, and asks to utilize her body to go to Tadfield Airbase to fix things. She agrees, despite an intervening Shadwell still trying to accuse Aziraphale of being a witch, and together the three of them take her (miracled-to-fly) scooter to Tadfield. There is little time left.
Prophecy 2213 - Four shalle ryde and three sharl ryde the Skye as two, and Wonne shal ryde in flames; and theyr shall be nostopping themme: not fish, nor rayne, neither Deville or Angel. And ye shalle be theyr also, Anathema.
Crowley arrives with his Bentley on fire (a rather long story, but the M25 had a bit of an issue that was Past-Crowley's fault and Present-Crowley's problem). Adam Young and his three friends and the hellhound Dog, having excised the Antichrist's internal demons with the power of love and friendship, cycle into the airfield to confront the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The Four—War, Pollution, Famine, and Death—have gathered here to initiate the nuclear war that will precipitate into the Armageddon. Anathema and Shadwell’s new recruit Newton have also shown up to serve their long prophesied role in stopping Armageddon. Everything is coming together.
Confronted with the Antichrist and little other planned, Aziraphale takes Shadwell's Witchfinder weapon to attempt to execute the child-Antichrist and prevent the war. It is a very angelic solution to a very demonic problem, and as he struggles with indecision—
Madame Tracy wrests control of her own body and spares the boy.
Adam has no idea who they are—this demon and this Witchfinder and this woman possessed by an angel—but he takes one look at Tracy and Aziraphale and decides that the Right thing would be to properly separate them, renewing Aziraphale's body. His powers currently bend reality to his will, and Adam will require that as they face down the Horsemen.
The Horsemen are all armed with their respective powerful items, and War's is a familiar flaming sword. By arming Adam (the first man, not the Antichrist) all those years ago, by enabling him to protect himself and Eve against the harsh world, Aziraphale also introduced to humanity a weapon of War.
But now the children face the Horseman and wield the flaming sword against them. With words and ideas (a belief in peace, in a clean world, in enough food), they defeat these embodied fears. Death cannot be destroyed, and he will return, but for now, they have a brief reprieve.
Crowley returns the Nice and Accurate book to Anathema, tossing it through the air to her across the tarmac. A piece of burnt paper tumbles out of it, fluttering down into Aziraphale's hands. It is a prophecy:
Prophecy 5004 - When alle is fayed and all is done, ye must choofe your faces wisely, for soon enouff ye will be playing with fyre.
Beelzebub and Gabriel arrive to fix what their agents have mucked up. Both try, as adults talking down to a child, to negotiate with Adam and force him to restart the Apocalypse. After all, it is Written. Revelations describes this Final War that has to happen. There are roles to be played, plans to fulfill, grudges to settle. These two great superpowers must decide once and for all who has the bigger gun.
That's when Aziraphale steps in. If God's plan is truly "ineffable" as believed, then really none of them can know what God actually wants. Crowley backs him up smugly, yet both know they are well and truly fucked when Gabriel and Beelzebub depart to return to Heaven and Hell.
Adam's father, Satan, will hear about this. And he will be pissed. They have no time. They have no plan. What will they do?
Aziraphale picks up his flaming sword and gives a panicked glare down at Crowley. Help, his expression says. What do we do? If the war begins, they will be divided, if they are not outright punished. They will never see each other again. That is, they know now, a fate they cannot stand.
He begs/threatens Crowley to do something, lest he never talk to him again and without hesitation, Crowley snaps and time ...stops.
In this kind of alternate space, Aziraphale and Crowley are alone with Adam. Crowley has bought them time to explain to the boy what is happening, that his powers bend reality, and that he will have to do something and do it soon if he hopes to save the world. They are proud of Adam. Aziraphale had feared he would be Evil Incarnate, hoped he would be Good Incarnate, but instead...without Angelic or Demonic intervention, Adam is perfect. He is Human Incarnate. A knowledge of what good and evil are and the Free Will and ability to choose his own path.
And so do something Adam does. When Satan tears through the Earth to confront them, Adam denies him. He states and thus makes into reality the fact that Satan is not his father...and never was. He changes his own existence, and with it, the fate of the world.
He has done it. Adam has won. Armageddon is now Armageddidn't.
With the world saved, for now, the angel and the demon board a bus back to London. They discuss the prophecy piece from Anathema's book and, deciding on what they think it may mean, they alter their appearances before the next day. Through their powers, they assume each other's identities and forms.
Overnight, Adam uses his powers to restore the world to what it was before the Apocalypse started underway. The Bentley and the bookstore return, unburned and unbroken. Life resumes.
The pair meet again in the park, disguised as each other and prepared for an attack from their respective sides. When Aziraphale-as-Crowley isn't looking, Heaven kidnaps Crowley-as-Aziraphale and drags him off. Chasing after them, Hell's minions knock Aziraphale out and haul him off for trial, believing him to be Crowley.
Both are sentenced to death: by mock trial in Hell, and by decision of the angels in Heaven. The conspiring enemy sides even bring the execution tools: Hell supplies Hellfire to destroy "Aziraphale" in Heaven. And Heaven provides Holy Water to destroy "Crowley" in Hell.
Archangel Michael draws a Holy Water bath for Aziraphale-as-Crowley in front of a crowd of demons. Playing it off, Aziraphale strips Crowley's jacket and slacks off--would hate to ruin them, after all--and steps into the bath in his underwear and socks.
To the sheer amazement and fright of the gathered crowd, the water does not melt and sear his skin as it should; "Crowley" takes a leisurely lay in the tub, splashing water to the floor and window (where it sizzles and spits) with a cool and casual ease. They fear him, fear what he's become (whatever that might be). He's no longer one of them, but then even the real Crowley never really was. He wasn't evil. He didn't want to end the world or torture humanity.
Aziraphale-as-Crowley takes pleasure in asking for a rubber duck and requesting Michael to miracle him a towel. And then, since he is already commanding their attention, he politely but firmly suggests that Heaven and Hell leave him and his counterpart alone.
Terrified, they agree.
Later, after the whole attempted execution ordeal is over, Crowley and Aziraphale switch back in the park, exchanging forms and settling back into themselves, recounting and rejoicing over their trick. Aziraphale hopes that this means it is over, but Crowley, ever the more imaginative of the two and far better at predicting the nature of things, believes that this is merely a precursor for a much bigger battle: Humanity vs Heaven and Hell. All of us, he says, versus all of them. Us being the humanity and the two? Most likely. Well, then. That was an unfortunate future to look forward to. But for now, at least, they appear to be in the clear.
So they do what they always do. Crowley asks and Aziraphale, with a tickled smile and a little wiggle, joyfully allows himself to be tempted to lunch at the Ritz, where a table for two has "miraculously" become free.
The two walk off to enjoy their lunch together, relishing in their friendship. They fondly agree that Crowley is at least a little bit of a good person and Aziraphale is at least a little bit of a bastard. It's why they work well together; it's why this worked. And why they're friends.
"To the world," they toast.
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square
Personality:
Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide. –Page 165, Good Omens (novel)
(Only one of those assumptions is correct: he IS intelligent. He is not, however, English, for the same reason he is not gay: he is an angel. Heaven is not England and angels are sexless unless they choose to make an effort.)
Always Keep In Mind:
He’s just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing. More specifically, a DEMON thinks he's just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing and likes him very much because of it.
So... he's good, but he's not THAT good. He's not perfect. He's not angelic. He's a little shit who bends the rules, who tempts and riles a demon, and who gives away his flaming sword and then tries to play it off as just "around here somewhere!" to GOD HERSELF. He's a soft little angel who is also a bastard because strength can also come with softness.
Samples
Log Sample:
TDM
Questions: Write an IC answer to the following questions:
What do you want to study at Diatu Magicademy?
Your books. Oh, yes, you mean what style of magic...
Well, a great deal of these courses sound--at least to their ends, if not their methods--very like what I'm familiar with. Minor miracles, creating light, modifying a velocipede, manifesting bread for ducks... [Noting the ban on Dictation and mind-control, he opts wisely to not mention (demonic) Temptation and (angelic) Suggestion as among his skill set]
But! I’ve always had a certain fondness for sleight of hand. Actually, would you like to see a magic trick? I have a rather clever little card trick--
If you knew you could go back to the moment you left, would you leave immediately or continue your studies for a while?
I should like to think I would leave. After all, I do (sort of) have a job to get back to and, as Crowley likes to remind me, I am quite capable of doing REAL Magic all on my own with my Heavenly—Dear me, I...Crowley! Oh, no. Oh. Disappearing, and after that nasty mess with the discorporating... I hate to think what he must— [Old habits die hard. He fumbles through a few distressed expressions, straightens his waistcoat and attempts a safer excuse.] Well, it does leave things very, um ...unbalanced as it were. He gets into mischief and, besides, I should be there to… [No, see, now he’s worried.] Lord, what if Hell—!? Oh, no. No, I’d quite prefer to go back. ...Or else have him here. Where I can keep an eye on him.
If your enemy was at Diatu Magicademy, how would you react?
That depends entirely on which enemy. If you mean Crowley, well...he’s not really the enemy now, is he? Satan, however--I dare say I’m not sure how I COULD handle that. Avoid him, I suppose? If one can. That’s not something I care to consider. Now, if it were Gabriel… I would like to give him a piece of my mind!
When is it acceptable to resolve a dispute by force?
When, um...force lends weight to a moral argument? No, that’s really not quite right anymore.
If Satan himself can be talked to submission, I don’t suppose force is ever really the answer. It sounds an awful lot like the moral for something out of a 1980s film, but ...war is not meant to be won; it is meant to be avoided entirely.
What should the supreme goal of any wizard be?
I’m quite sure I don’t know. Acquisition of knowledge? Not destroying the world? Finding a suitable bearer for Excalibur? This is hardly my area of expertise.
Special Considerations
Your Special Something: Either an Item of Power or Secret Knowledge. Item because he’s associated with an item of power, and knowledge because books and his association/friendship with the serpent of Eden.
Rank Your House Choice:
Random or
Eiather - because "highly religious House, though in the majority of cases the supplications and prayers are self-consciously hollow" and "a fierce rulebreaking streak" (even if Aziraphale's rulebreaking is not as balatant as Crowley's). It will be odd for him to pray to another god, though, I imagine.
Ka - basically interesting because it's the "we think they might be demon summoning" house, and maybe he'd like to learn to do that, at least to summon ONE SPECIFIC demon from another realm. I mean, really. Also because he has experience with teleportation circles and that whole...drawing a thing on the floor and making it glow thing (see: talking to Metatron).
Gekronus Maius - less so because of the nature of the house and more because Discovery feels most like how magic works for Angels and Demons of Good Omens...More or less, ish.
(If he is given the option ICly to tell the whoever is sorting "NO," I don't think he'd like Aer et Calculum...because "purest magical practitioners" and the need to moderate the Sunderlings' excesses feels like an attitude Heaven might have regarding humans.)
Powers:
Aziraphale’s canon ability to create miracles includes everything from healing (bones and bicycles) to light (let there be-) to quickchange (see: crepes) to suggestion (wake up dreaming of whatever makes you most happy)...and seems rather limitless and all-encompassing...and game breaky ...so, I mean, maybe in the future the powers I’d like him to recover are probably just that there is always miraculously a table open for him +1 at the dining establishment of his choosing, regardless of how busy it is. Because the angel likes his luxuries.
However, he also has the ability to have wings and his body is merely a vessel, immune to the needs and minor inconveniences of humanity - please see below
Items:
- His flaming sword. It's literally flaming like anything. Honestly, it's mostly just a symbolic short sword that's optionally on fire. It's warm. It provides light. It kinda inspires war. Or peace, bitch.
- Crowley’s glasses. For sentimental reasons. They're just sunglasses and Crowley wouldn't miss one pair...he has a whole glovebox full of them.
Anything Else:
FAQ says "Physical abilities are retained"...so, regarding bodily form:
He’s an angel, he's immortal and he's ethereal.
- As such, he has wings on his back if he so desires to make them appear. Will he still have the power to manifest his wings? Or is that nixed since the wings hide out in a pocket-universe or something otherworldly when he's not showing them off?
- His body itself is just a vessel for his angelic...uh. Soul? He doesn't actually need to eat/breathe/sleep/any bodily function unless he so desires to deal with it. Like food. He's always a slut for food. Will he be free of need constraints here, or should I plan on him suddenly living a more human life pattern of eating and sleeping somewhat daily? Oh, and needing to breathe, having a human heart and lungs, and so forth?
- He also kinda can’t "die" in the normal sense (obviously outside of, say, hellfire destroying him entirely); instead, if he were hit by a car or beheaded by a guillotine, he would just get discorporated--which requires paperwork in order to be issued a new body. Is he still basically unkillable (with a discorporation of maybe a brief hiatus or whatever happens if your character dies--FAQ said case-by-case) -- or is he going to be smushable?
I AM COOL AND DOWN WITH WHATEVER, I just wanted to throw those out there for consideration.
Name: Penbee
Contact: plurk: penbee / pm to dw rp account / if you want an email, I can provide but it's not my ideal contact for player to player (because it gets so full and I miss things)
18+? nearly twice that
Other Character: nope
Character
Name: Aziraphale (also known under his angelic title and rank: Principality Aziraphale, Guardian of the Eastern Gate or professionally on Earth under the alias of bookshop owner A Z Fell, but really... just Aziraphale)
Canon: Good Omens (the television series)
Canon point: A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square (as such THIS APP CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE SERIES AND ESPECIALLY THE END)
Age: 40-50ish by physical appearance, over 6000 years old by Creation. (Aziraphale was there at the beginning and Ussher was very nearly correct.)
History:
wiki for a more condensed/cut-and-dry version
or you can put up with my sidenotes and such below
In the beginning… The Principality Aziraphale thought he was doing the Good Thing by giving Adam (the first man, not the Antichrist) the Flaming Sword, but the Angel of the Eastern Gate of Eden...may have done the Bad Thing.
And when one's sole identity is as an embodiment of Good and Righteousness as an angel of God, it can be very trying to the soul to realize that one is not, in fact, always such. Especially for one as prone to worrying and fussing as Aziraphale.
Here on the wall of Eden, watching the newly banished humans make their way out of the Garden and into the harsh desert, Aziraphale meets the Enemy, a snake-demon named Crawly. They strike up a conversation and that wily old serpent—He who tempted Eve with the apple—suggests perhaps they both got it wrong: perhaps he, the demon, did good, tempting Eve, and the angel did bad, arming Adam and giving away the sword.
Oh dear. Perhaps he is right.
After all, God's plan is ineffable.
Word of the Day calendar page for 21st of October, 4004 BC [1]
in·ef·fa·ble /inˈefəb(ə)l/ - adjective - too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.
[1] Or it would have been, had such style of calendars yet been invented. Had calendars at all been invented yet.
The unlikely pair will be seeing a lot of each other over the millennia: Crawly has been put on earth to tempt human souls towards evil—to gain numbers for Hell. Aziraphale is here to thwart him and make sure humanity tends toward goodness and Heaven. Miracles and temptations are their trade, their business, their bread and butter. This is their job, as it were, rival attachés to Earth, to humanity. But they are immortal, occult, and ethereal; aside from guiding and tempting, there should be no reason for them to grow attached to the mortal souls they are tasked with securing.
Or each other, for that matter.
(A thought: Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch, the novel upon which this television series is based, is a product of the late1980s/early1990s AD...so if the situation—wherein opposing agents find themselves more inclined towards each other and their assigned locale than the Home Office—sounds at all like an end of the Cold War-era spy novel, you are probably not wrong. But it is not a spy novel. This is indeed very much a Cold War, a waiting game until the Last War, where it will all be decided, but there are only a few cloaks and there are no daggers.
There is, however, a flaming sword. That sword that Aziraphale gave away has not disappeared from this plot.)
Crawly and Aziraphale meet again over the years, at the Ark, at the Crucifixion, and each time Crawly—who changes his name to Crowley—draws doubt on God’s actions with logical, sometimes sympathetic arguments. Each time he chips away, opening uncomfortable questions Aziraphale does not (cannot, for to question is to Fall) and will not allow himself to fully ask.
Above all Crowley asks WHY?
Why do humans suffer? Why is knowledge bad? Why is choice wrong?
Aziraphale falls back on the safety-net of belief, that God’s plan is ineffable, impossible to know or comprehend, impossible to convey…and who is he to second guess the Plan? Who is anyone to do so? It is dangerous to question God. That is why Crowley is no longer an angel—he questioned God. Aziraphale knows he should not associate with a demon. Heaven would not like it. GOD would not like it.
And yet...
He tries, and fails, of his own doing, to maintain distance between himself and Crowley. After all, their experiences through time are shared; no one else, least of all the humans around them or the angels and demons residing Upstairs or Downstairs, can quite relate to the particular circumstances they find themselves in. By the years following Christ’s crucifixion, Crowley has become a familiar welcome face. Aziraphale greets him almost like a friend.
Neither manage to remain apart entirely from what humanity has to offer, either. They eat, though they do not need to. Crowley sleeps, though that too is unnecessary. They are fascinated by and occasional patrons to the arts. (Much later, Aziraphale will be the only angel ever to learn to dance.) Indulgences. Vices. Fondnesses.
They learn, they experience, they are influenced and changed by the world they are trying to influence. The two live on Earth and witness first-hand, in the trenches as it were, the trials and tribulations of humanity. They see the cruelty and wars, the prejudices, the crimes and senselessness. The invention. The wonder. The spectacle. Humanity, over the millennia, will manufacture its own terrible choices, worse yet than any that trickster Crowley EVER creates...and compassion better than anything Aziraphale might conjure in them.
Humanity has free-will to decide between Good and Evil for itself and that is inspiring. To two beings with designated roles to play and orders to obey, the ability to choose your path is something to be cherished and admired. Their assignments are sometimes awful, or the places sometimes damp, but they do come to love the world and the people.
Around 1020 AD the pair come to an Arrangement, an agreement to spare them both the trouble of travel and fuss: they will help cover each other’s respective Heavenly\Hellish assignments and share the load. One of them can provide both a miracle and a temptation, save the other one a trip; vice versa.
It works. Their home offices fail to notice or care, so long as the work gets done. The angel and the demon cancel each other out. Stability is maintained. Humanity carries on, creating their own good and evil independent of the angel and demon, that Crowley sometimes conveniently takes credit for. It gives Aziraphale and Crowley more time for their personal hobbies, and perhaps more excuses to run into each other.
They meet under the pretense of work. They meet in parks and theaters and restaurants, places where they can hopefully avoid detection (but places they mutually enjoy). They occasionally dine out together. They make allowances for each other’s whims. They fraternize far more than is healthy for a friends-close-but-enemies-closer relationship. Crowley, for his own part, is particularly indulging of Aziraphale—maybe to earn his favor for nefarious means? To make him more willing to keep up the dangerous arrangement?
I mean surely he would not help Shakespeare’s tragic play succeed just because the angel wants it to.
Surely not. After all, that’s almost kind. Demons are not kind and the two are definitely NOT friends.
(They were friends. Oh my god, they were friends. Or they would be, in a manner of speaking...given time enough. Not that they would or could say as much. Their respective groups would destroy them if the angel and demon were found to be so compromised. It was best not to think about it. Best not to put words to it. Best not to name and so make real.
And yet Crowley is kind, though to say so will cause him upset. It wouldn’t do for anyone to think him kind, or nice, or ...Hell forbid, good. But certainly he isn't wholly bad; in the words of Jessica Rabbit: he's just drawn that way.
Crowley even saves Aziraphale from discorporation [2]; Aziraphale foolishly hops the Channel for crepes during the French Revolution and is quite nearly beheaded. For a demon who proposed an Arrangement to cut back on the workload and travel, he certainly gets around when it comes to Aziraphale, even if it could be with the motive of securing his continued presence and cooperation.)[2] in·cor·po·re·al /ˌinkôrˈpôrēəl/ - adjective - without a physical body, presence or form.
dis·cor·po·rate /ˌdiskôrˈpôrāt/ - intransitive - to leave one's physical body, such as through metaphysical or drug-induced means.
Nasty thing, that. Lots of paperwork and they’d both grown rather attached to their respective bodies. Crowley was doing him a favor, really. Saving him embarrassment of going through all that, of explaining such a foolish mistake to the Head Office.
Eventually, Aziraphale opens a bookstore [3] in what is currently known as SoHo. Crowley also takes up residence in London.
[3] A “bookstore” that is more literally “a storage of books.” He favors misprinted Bibles, books of prophecy...such heretical choices! But he doesn’t want to sell them. In fact, he does what he can to deter customers from purchasing one of his carefully accumulated tomes.
Perhaps fearing that his luck will run out and this friendship will put himself in danger, Crowley finally asks Aziraphale for “insurance.” Holy water. A bit of the water would kill a demon like Crowley. Kill him entirely, not merely discorporate him. There would be no coming back.
Does he mean it as a suicide pill?
Fearing that’s the case, Aziraphale refuses. He won’t let Crowley destroy himself. He calls their relationship "fraternization." Crowley takes offense. They argue and have a falling out.
The angel spends most of a century without the demon. He learns to dance at gentlemen-only clubs.
Then, WWII. Duped into aiding a fake British Intelligence Officer, Aziraphale finds himself at the end of a Nazi’s gun, facing discorporation again. Crowley comes to his rescue as before, burning his own feet over the consecrated ground of the church, rerouting a falling bomb onto the building to kill the Nazis, and miraculously rescuing Aziraphale’s books. He leaves saving the two of them in Aziraphale’s hands, putting faith in the angel to make sure they BOTH survive.
Oh, but how could he not save Crowley? How ever could he not?
Aziraphale eventually gives him a thermos of Holy Water, though it takes him almost another 30 years to do so. Crowley does go so much faster than him.
Somewhere in the modern era, circa 2007 or so, Crowley’s assignment delivers the Antichrist to a satanic nunnery outside Tadfield, initializing Armageddon. Due to a perfectly human and normal cock-up, the baby ends up in the arms of two ordinary humans, the Youngs. He is named Adam (the Antichrist, not the first man).
In a cliched twist everyone saw coming, the Antichrist was supposed to go home with an American ambassador and his wife. Instead they receive the child who was originally the Youngs’. He is then named Warlock.
Crowley, defying Hell, tells Aziraphale about the boy he believes to be the Antichrist: Warlock. Though Aziraphale is initially reluctant to join him, together they hatch a plan to keep the world they have come to enjoy and spare humanity from the coming war.
They will stop Armageddon by never letting it begin. If they can raise the boy to be neither good nor evil, the war doesn’t have to happen, the seas don’t have to boil, and Aziraphale doesn’t have to spend eternity listening to the Sound of Music. (God does so love that musical…)
But war, Heaven tells Aziraphale, is not meant to be prevented. It is meant to be won. Despite trying to toe the party line, he joins Crowley in trying to help teach the child.
By the time Warlock is 11, he shows no sign of powers and the scheduled hellhound fails to arrive. The angel and demon realize they have the WRONG BOY.
So then...where is the Antichrist?
They revisit Tadfield, only to find the nunnery has been converted into a paintball zone for business leadership workshops. The woman in charge, a former member of the nunnery, does not recall the needed details, so the angel and demon decide to return to London.
On the way back, they run into a young woman on a bicycle. Or she runs into them. Semantics. The Bentley and the bike collide. They drive her home after the accident, and she accidentally leaves her book in Crowley's car.
The book, as it turns out, is the sole remaining copy of The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch and the girl is Agnes Nutter's descendant Anathema.
Prophecy 3008 - When that the angel readeth these words of mine, in his shoppe of other menne's books, then the final days are certes upon us. Open thine eyes to understand. Open thine eyes and rede, I do say, foolish principalitee, for thy cocoa doth grow cold.
Aziraphale finds the book, realizes what it is, and does not tell Crowley, despite their plans to work together. His own investigation through Agnes’s prophecies turns up an address in Tadfield. When he rings the number, 666, Adam Young’s father—his earthly father, not his true Satanic one—answers the phone.
Oh dear. Right number!
Instead of telling Crowley he has located the boy, Aziraphale tries Heaven again, only to be repeatedly dismissed and reminded that the War has to happen. Unfortunately, this charade also draws the attention of the Archangel Michael, who, suspicious of Aziraphale, discovers that he and Crowley have a long history of working together and she contacts Hell.
Back on Earth, Aziraphale enlists a human agent of his, Witchfinder Shadwell, to locate and follow Adam Young, and he unknowingly sets into motion some of Agnes Nutter's prophecies.
But as far as Crowley knows, he and Aziraphale have no leads on the whereabouts of the child who will become the Antichrist. So, when he asks Aziraphale to meet him at the bandstand in the park to talk, he is desperate. Armageddon is practically on their heels. Crowley tries to convince him that they are their own side, independent of Heaven or Hell, and suggests that they could run off together, anywhere in the universe. He has a fast car and a plan to get them out of here. They could leave behind this world they had come to consider their home, this world their respective groups were about to destroy and fight over, and leave for the stars...just the two of them.
I don't even LIKE you! he claims in reply. You do! Crowley argues. It feels like one of their regular old petty disagreements, one where Aziraphale says no for the sake of saying no, because he's worries about these things, and Crowley leads him into the temptation he was always going to agree to anyway.
But this time, Aziraphale, always one for the rules, for going through the correct channels, for trying to do right by everyone, rejects him.
Not entirely deterred, because this is how they operate, Crowley asks again at the curb outside the bookshop. Run away with me, Angel. Again, Aziraphale says no, for certain this time, and an angry and hurt Crowley threatens to leave to the stars without him, to not even THINK about him—and drives off to sulk.
After some of the angels, including Michael, confront Aziraphale on the street and threaten him, Aziraphale decides to seek a higher authority: God. His call is intercepted by Metatron, who functions as the voice of God. Metatron, like the angels, tells Aziraphale that the war is meant to happen; that it will begin with a nuclear war.
Human weapons manipulated by Heaven and Hell…
So finally, forsaken even by God, he calls his only definite ally: Crowley ("I know where the Antichrist is…")—only to be hung up on. Crowley is busy being threatened by another demon—he can't talk right now.
Shadwell, stopping by in the hope of collecting funds, had peeped through the letter-slot and witnessed Aziraphale’s call with Metatron. He breaks in and confronts Aziraphale in his shop, accusing him of being a witch. Shadwell tries to banish him to Hell and instead accidentally backs the angel into the heavenly circle.
Aziraphale steps into the circle and, like the wily coyote realizing there is no cliff-edge beneath him, he has a moment to react—Fuck—before he is discorporated.
Frightened by what he believes to be his own power, Shadwell flees. A candle from the circle falls in his wake and catches the bookshop on fire. It burns. And burns. And burns.
Crowley, having managed to shake the demons threatening him—killing one with Aziraphale’s gifted Holy Water, trapping the other in the phone-line for the time being—rushes to the angel...and finds instead the bookshop ablaze and Aziraphale absent.
He runs into the building shouting for him. Aziraphale is not there. He's not anywhere. He is gone. Crowley assumes the worst. For the first time in a long time, Crowley is genuinely completely alone.
Hellfire would destroy an angel, just like Holy Water destroys demons.
In Heaven, the discorporated Aziraphale rebels against orders to take up his uniform and command his platoon, and instead transports his now-ghostly form back to earth to look for a body he might possess (angels don’t possess people, demons do that, but...there is a first time for everything). On earth, he finds Crowley, drinking and mourning, having believed Aziraphale dead.
“I lost my best friend.”
It might well be the first time either has put into words what they meant to each other. What is the risk now? What could Heaven and Hell do to them that it isn’t already? At the end of the world, does it matter anymore the risks of saying it?
In a stroke of devilish luck (or divine intervention), Crowley has saved Agnes Nutter's book from the fire and, with it, the notes Aziraphale has on Adam Young, the Antichrist. He urges Crowley to get a wiggle on and meet him in Tadfield, then sets off to find a body to borrow. It really is too bad he can’t possess Crowley’s, but you know...angel, demon; they'd probably explode.
Witchfinder Shadwell’s neighbor is a very patient and tolerant woman named Madame Tracy who works both as a medium and a courtesan. Today she is a medium and mid-seance, Aziraphale crashes the party, possessing her body and shooing out her clients.
He explains to her the circumstances surrounding the coming Armageddon, and asks to utilize her body to go to Tadfield Airbase to fix things. She agrees, despite an intervening Shadwell still trying to accuse Aziraphale of being a witch, and together the three of them take her (miracled-to-fly) scooter to Tadfield. There is little time left.
Prophecy 2213 - Four shalle ryde and three sharl ryde the Skye as two, and Wonne shal ryde in flames; and theyr shall be nostopping themme: not fish, nor rayne, neither Deville or Angel. And ye shalle be theyr also, Anathema.
Crowley arrives with his Bentley on fire (a rather long story, but the M25 had a bit of an issue that was Past-Crowley's fault and Present-Crowley's problem). Adam Young and his three friends and the hellhound Dog, having excised the Antichrist's internal demons with the power of love and friendship, cycle into the airfield to confront the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The Four—War, Pollution, Famine, and Death—have gathered here to initiate the nuclear war that will precipitate into the Armageddon. Anathema and Shadwell’s new recruit Newton have also shown up to serve their long prophesied role in stopping Armageddon. Everything is coming together.
Confronted with the Antichrist and little other planned, Aziraphale takes Shadwell's Witchfinder weapon to attempt to execute the child-Antichrist and prevent the war. It is a very angelic solution to a very demonic problem, and as he struggles with indecision—
Madame Tracy wrests control of her own body and spares the boy.
Adam has no idea who they are—this demon and this Witchfinder and this woman possessed by an angel—but he takes one look at Tracy and Aziraphale and decides that the Right thing would be to properly separate them, renewing Aziraphale's body. His powers currently bend reality to his will, and Adam will require that as they face down the Horsemen.
The Horsemen are all armed with their respective powerful items, and War's is a familiar flaming sword. By arming Adam (the first man, not the Antichrist) all those years ago, by enabling him to protect himself and Eve against the harsh world, Aziraphale also introduced to humanity a weapon of War.
But now the children face the Horseman and wield the flaming sword against them. With words and ideas (a belief in peace, in a clean world, in enough food), they defeat these embodied fears. Death cannot be destroyed, and he will return, but for now, they have a brief reprieve.
Crowley returns the Nice and Accurate book to Anathema, tossing it through the air to her across the tarmac. A piece of burnt paper tumbles out of it, fluttering down into Aziraphale's hands. It is a prophecy:
Prophecy 5004 - When alle is fayed and all is done, ye must choofe your faces wisely, for soon enouff ye will be playing with fyre.
Beelzebub and Gabriel arrive to fix what their agents have mucked up. Both try, as adults talking down to a child, to negotiate with Adam and force him to restart the Apocalypse. After all, it is Written. Revelations describes this Final War that has to happen. There are roles to be played, plans to fulfill, grudges to settle. These two great superpowers must decide once and for all who has the bigger gun.
That's when Aziraphale steps in. If God's plan is truly "ineffable" as believed, then really none of them can know what God actually wants. Crowley backs him up smugly, yet both know they are well and truly fucked when Gabriel and Beelzebub depart to return to Heaven and Hell.
Adam's father, Satan, will hear about this. And he will be pissed. They have no time. They have no plan. What will they do?
Aziraphale picks up his flaming sword and gives a panicked glare down at Crowley. Help, his expression says. What do we do? If the war begins, they will be divided, if they are not outright punished. They will never see each other again. That is, they know now, a fate they cannot stand.
He begs/threatens Crowley to do something, lest he never talk to him again and without hesitation, Crowley snaps and time ...stops.
In this kind of alternate space, Aziraphale and Crowley are alone with Adam. Crowley has bought them time to explain to the boy what is happening, that his powers bend reality, and that he will have to do something and do it soon if he hopes to save the world. They are proud of Adam. Aziraphale had feared he would be Evil Incarnate, hoped he would be Good Incarnate, but instead...without Angelic or Demonic intervention, Adam is perfect. He is Human Incarnate. A knowledge of what good and evil are and the Free Will and ability to choose his own path.
And so do something Adam does. When Satan tears through the Earth to confront them, Adam denies him. He states and thus makes into reality the fact that Satan is not his father...and never was. He changes his own existence, and with it, the fate of the world.
He has done it. Adam has won. Armageddon is now Armageddidn't.
With the world saved, for now, the angel and the demon board a bus back to London. They discuss the prophecy piece from Anathema's book and, deciding on what they think it may mean, they alter their appearances before the next day. Through their powers, they assume each other's identities and forms.
Overnight, Adam uses his powers to restore the world to what it was before the Apocalypse started underway. The Bentley and the bookstore return, unburned and unbroken. Life resumes.
The pair meet again in the park, disguised as each other and prepared for an attack from their respective sides. When Aziraphale-as-Crowley isn't looking, Heaven kidnaps Crowley-as-Aziraphale and drags him off. Chasing after them, Hell's minions knock Aziraphale out and haul him off for trial, believing him to be Crowley.
Both are sentenced to death: by mock trial in Hell, and by decision of the angels in Heaven. The conspiring enemy sides even bring the execution tools: Hell supplies Hellfire to destroy "Aziraphale" in Heaven. And Heaven provides Holy Water to destroy "Crowley" in Hell.
Archangel Michael draws a Holy Water bath for Aziraphale-as-Crowley in front of a crowd of demons. Playing it off, Aziraphale strips Crowley's jacket and slacks off--would hate to ruin them, after all--and steps into the bath in his underwear and socks.
To the sheer amazement and fright of the gathered crowd, the water does not melt and sear his skin as it should; "Crowley" takes a leisurely lay in the tub, splashing water to the floor and window (where it sizzles and spits) with a cool and casual ease. They fear him, fear what he's become (whatever that might be). He's no longer one of them, but then even the real Crowley never really was. He wasn't evil. He didn't want to end the world or torture humanity.
Aziraphale-as-Crowley takes pleasure in asking for a rubber duck and requesting Michael to miracle him a towel. And then, since he is already commanding their attention, he politely but firmly suggests that Heaven and Hell leave him and his counterpart alone.
Terrified, they agree.
Later, after the whole attempted execution ordeal is over, Crowley and Aziraphale switch back in the park, exchanging forms and settling back into themselves, recounting and rejoicing over their trick. Aziraphale hopes that this means it is over, but Crowley, ever the more imaginative of the two and far better at predicting the nature of things, believes that this is merely a precursor for a much bigger battle: Humanity vs Heaven and Hell. All of us, he says, versus all of them. Us being the humanity and the two? Most likely. Well, then. That was an unfortunate future to look forward to. But for now, at least, they appear to be in the clear.
So they do what they always do. Crowley asks and Aziraphale, with a tickled smile and a little wiggle, joyfully allows himself to be tempted to lunch at the Ritz, where a table for two has "miraculously" become free.
The two walk off to enjoy their lunch together, relishing in their friendship. They fondly agree that Crowley is at least a little bit of a good person and Aziraphale is at least a little bit of a bastard. It's why they work well together; it's why this worked. And why they're friends.
"To the world," they toast.
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square
Personality:
Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide. –Page 165, Good Omens (novel)
(Only one of those assumptions is correct: he IS intelligent. He is not, however, English, for the same reason he is not gay: he is an angel. Heaven is not England and angels are sexless unless they choose to make an effort.)
- Good, but also fairly selfish - He is good, partly because he’s an angel and is supposed to be by duty, but also because he’s soft and kind and being mean makes him feel bad, unlike the other angels. He tries to play the diplomat and avoid situations where anyone loses outright, except if it means to protect himself or those he cares about. Sometimes he comes off as naive because of this. Heaven tends to walk all over him because they're basically bullies.
- Nervous and uncomfortable with breaking the rules outright, but is definitely not averse to bending or manipulating the meanings and boundaries to fit his needs - If Crowley is willing to do the bending and manipulating FOR him, even better. When push comes to shove and he's exhausted all the appropriate avenues, he will do what needs to be done for the Greater Good. Even if it's against the rules.
- But then sometimes his nerves get the better of him and he lies or wishy-washies over the truth to protect himself after he breaks the rules. See: Where is your flaming sword? for example. Or he might waffle a bit and his indecision will cause more problems. See: not telling Crowley or Heaven the full story regarding the Antichrist once he found him.
- Finds time to do what makes him happy - He’s fussy, stuffy and quite enjoys his life as it is, likes to spoil himself (and be spoiled) to a dinner out, a nice glass of wine, a bit of luxury… (He loves food. The man nearly died for crepes!) And he covets his stuff. He hasn't changed his clothing choices in decades. And his books are not for sale.
- Impeccable, old-fashioned, fancy manners - Even when threatened. Even when mad. Even when he knows you're wrong. He has that polite way that says "I really don’t like you, but I’m nice and people are worthy of kindness and respect, even if I'm beginning to think I should make an exception regarding you."
- Clever but incredibly stupid - He is legitimately intelligent, but (like nearly everyone in the series, but especially also his bff Crowley) he is also a dummy. He makes silly decisions, gets himself into trouble. He's naive and gullible. But he's also the one who put together Agnes' prophecies and figured out who the Antichrist was. He's very well-read.
- Hilariously behind the times - He messes up current phrasing. He doesn't have a cell phone. He dislikes changing things up. But being perceived as old-fashioned is part of his whole...aesthetic. And to be honest, this angel and his demon are nothing if not committed to their aesthetic. Calling The Velvet Underground "Bebop" also pisses off Crowley so, I mean, sometimes being behind the times is FUN.
Always Keep In Mind:
He’s just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing. More specifically, a DEMON thinks he's just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing and likes him very much because of it.
So... he's good, but he's not THAT good. He's not perfect. He's not angelic. He's a little shit who bends the rules, who tempts and riles a demon, and who gives away his flaming sword and then tries to play it off as just "around here somewhere!" to GOD HERSELF. He's a soft little angel who is also a bastard because strength can also come with softness.
Samples
Log Sample:
TDM
Questions: Write an IC answer to the following questions:
What do you want to study at Diatu Magicademy?
Your books. Oh, yes, you mean what style of magic...
Well, a great deal of these courses sound--at least to their ends, if not their methods--very like what I'm familiar with. Minor miracles, creating light, modifying a velocipede, manifesting bread for ducks... [Noting the ban on Dictation and mind-control, he opts wisely to not mention (demonic) Temptation and (angelic) Suggestion as among his skill set]
But! I’ve always had a certain fondness for sleight of hand. Actually, would you like to see a magic trick? I have a rather clever little card trick--
If you knew you could go back to the moment you left, would you leave immediately or continue your studies for a while?
I should like to think I would leave. After all, I do (sort of) have a job to get back to and, as Crowley likes to remind me, I am quite capable of doing REAL Magic all on my own with my Heavenly—Dear me, I...Crowley! Oh, no. Oh. Disappearing, and after that nasty mess with the discorporating... I hate to think what he must— [Old habits die hard. He fumbles through a few distressed expressions, straightens his waistcoat and attempts a safer excuse.] Well, it does leave things very, um ...unbalanced as it were. He gets into mischief and, besides, I should be there to… [No, see, now he’s worried.] Lord, what if Hell—!? Oh, no. No, I’d quite prefer to go back. ...Or else have him here. Where I can keep an eye on him.
If your enemy was at Diatu Magicademy, how would you react?
That depends entirely on which enemy. If you mean Crowley, well...he’s not really the enemy now, is he? Satan, however--I dare say I’m not sure how I COULD handle that. Avoid him, I suppose? If one can. That’s not something I care to consider. Now, if it were Gabriel… I would like to give him a piece of my mind!
When is it acceptable to resolve a dispute by force?
When, um...force lends weight to a moral argument? No, that’s really not quite right anymore.
If Satan himself can be talked to submission, I don’t suppose force is ever really the answer. It sounds an awful lot like the moral for something out of a 1980s film, but ...war is not meant to be won; it is meant to be avoided entirely.
What should the supreme goal of any wizard be?
I’m quite sure I don’t know. Acquisition of knowledge? Not destroying the world? Finding a suitable bearer for Excalibur? This is hardly my area of expertise.
Special Considerations
Your Special Something: Either an Item of Power or Secret Knowledge. Item because he’s associated with an item of power, and knowledge because books and his association/friendship with the serpent of Eden.
Rank Your House Choice:
Random or
Eiather - because "highly religious House, though in the majority of cases the supplications and prayers are self-consciously hollow" and "a fierce rulebreaking streak" (even if Aziraphale's rulebreaking is not as balatant as Crowley's). It will be odd for him to pray to another god, though, I imagine.
Ka - basically interesting because it's the "we think they might be demon summoning" house, and maybe he'd like to learn to do that, at least to summon ONE SPECIFIC demon from another realm. I mean, really. Also because he has experience with teleportation circles and that whole...drawing a thing on the floor and making it glow thing (see: talking to Metatron).
Gekronus Maius - less so because of the nature of the house and more because Discovery feels most like how magic works for Angels and Demons of Good Omens...More or less, ish.
(If he is given the option ICly to tell the whoever is sorting "NO," I don't think he'd like Aer et Calculum...because "purest magical practitioners" and the need to moderate the Sunderlings' excesses feels like an attitude Heaven might have regarding humans.)
Powers:
Aziraphale’s canon ability to create miracles includes everything from healing (bones and bicycles) to light (let there be-) to quickchange (see: crepes) to suggestion (wake up dreaming of whatever makes you most happy)...and seems rather limitless and all-encompassing...and game breaky ...so, I mean, maybe in the future the powers I’d like him to recover are probably just that there is always miraculously a table open for him +1 at the dining establishment of his choosing, regardless of how busy it is. Because the angel likes his luxuries.
However, he also has the ability to have wings and his body is merely a vessel, immune to the needs and minor inconveniences of humanity - please see below
Items:
- His flaming sword. It's literally flaming like anything. Honestly, it's mostly just a symbolic short sword that's optionally on fire. It's warm. It provides light. It kinda inspires war. Or peace, bitch.
- Crowley’s glasses. For sentimental reasons. They're just sunglasses and Crowley wouldn't miss one pair...he has a whole glovebox full of them.
Anything Else:
FAQ says "Physical abilities are retained"...so, regarding bodily form:
He’s an angel, he's immortal and he's ethereal.
- As such, he has wings on his back if he so desires to make them appear. Will he still have the power to manifest his wings? Or is that nixed since the wings hide out in a pocket-universe or something otherworldly when he's not showing them off?
- His body itself is just a vessel for his angelic...uh. Soul? He doesn't actually need to eat/breathe/sleep/any bodily function unless he so desires to deal with it. Like food. He's always a slut for food. Will he be free of need constraints here, or should I plan on him suddenly living a more human life pattern of eating and sleeping somewhat daily? Oh, and needing to breathe, having a human heart and lungs, and so forth?
- He also kinda can’t "die" in the normal sense (obviously outside of, say, hellfire destroying him entirely); instead, if he were hit by a car or beheaded by a guillotine, he would just get discorporated--which requires paperwork in order to be issued a new body. Is he still basically unkillable (with a discorporation of maybe a brief hiatus or whatever happens if your character dies--FAQ said case-by-case) -- or is he going to be smushable?
I AM COOL AND DOWN WITH WHATEVER, I just wanted to throw those out there for consideration.