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Player Information

Name: Kelsey
Age: 19
Email: paradoxotaur@yahoo.com
AIM: boomdeyahda
CDJ: heyheyhey (I do not use it often. Or at all, actually. But, yeah.)
Location/Country: Ohio, USA
Timezone (+/- GMT): EST (GMT-5:00)
Previous Roleplaying Experience: washedout, murderersaint, justabystander

Character Information

Name: Aziraphale
Fandom: Good Omens
Age/Birthday: 6002. Having have been made instead of born, and having been made before the Earth was made, he doesn't really have a birthday.
Point in Canon: Post-book.
Being: Angel. Principality, to be precise.
Abilities: Being an angel, Aziraphale is capable of performing minor miracles. Minor ones - changing guns to water guns, instantly sobering up, changing bad wine to good wine and so on. He is capable of changing size and form, and is not bound to the laws of physics. He has no need for sleep. Being immortal, he technically cannot die, but he can be discorporated, in which case he'll be sent back to Heaven and have to wait for them to grant him a new body.
Sexuality: Asexual... unless he makes an effort.
Relationship Status: Single.
Affiliation: Good. He would be very likely to help out the White Hats.
PB: Simon Baker (1, 2)
Journal: thebibliophile

Appearance: In his current human form, Aziraphale is fairly average when it comes to appearance. He is neither handsome nor repulsive, but rather strikes a healthy balance between the two, resulting in a look that is fairly pleasing but nondescript. His hair is golden blonde, and his eyes are an expectedly angelic shade of blue, and he could be described as slightly plump. One might imagine an angel would consider himself above such petty matters of physical appearance, but when it comes to Aziraphale, this is not the case. He takes great pains to maintain a neat and clean-cut look, wears quality, expensive clothing, and even gets the occasional manicure. He is of the mistaken opinion that tartan is stylish, and can sometimes be seen wearing it.

History:
It began with an apple.

So starts the story of the beginning of the world; so starts Aziraphale’s. Aziraphale was appointed Guardian of the East Gate of Eden, sworn to guard and protect. He was given a flaming sword by the Lord for this purpose. When Adam and Eve were cast out of Eden, he gave them the sword to ensure their survival. On the same day, he found himself in light philosophical discussion over the nature of good and evil with Crawly, the snake who had tempted Eve. It was a beginning of a rivalry/friendship that would last them the rest of eternity. Or has for 6000 years, anyway.

Aziraphale and Crowley, as the serpent renamed himself once he got a human form, spent the next five thousand years as enemies, thwarting each other’s efforts. And yet, in the midst of this rivalry, they discovered they had more in common than they’d originally realized. In 1020, after having spent centuries meeting each other, dining together, and debating the vices and virtues of Heaven and Hell, they created the Arrangement. They would not interfere with each other's missions; one would not attempt to steal a soul that the other had already claimed; if it was necessary, they would cover for each other, take care of each other, make sure that the work was done and that the world stayed in balance. It made sense, it was good, it was right, and Heaven/Hell never had to hear a world about it. And it worked, and for the most part, everything got along swimmingly.

Until Crowley was put in charge of delivering the Antichrist to an American attaché and watching over his well-being. That put a bit of a damper on things.

After a drunken conversation in Aziraphale’s rare book shop in Soho which Crowley convinced Aziraphale that neither of them really wanted the Apocalypse to happen, the two began to act as guardians for young Warlock. They sent nannies and gardeners to teach him evil and good in his early years, and tutors who read heavily from the book of Revelations as he grew older. Their goal was to make sure that Warlock, though the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan and Lord of Darkness, grew up to be balanced, rather than a partisan for either Heaven or Hell.

There was one small problem.

Going back to when Crowley delivered the Antichrist: he gave it to a Satanic nun, whose orders were to switch the biological child of the American attaché with the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, etc. Also at the small hospital that fateful night were Mr. and Mrs. Young, who, when Crowley delivered the Antichrist, had also just had their first child. To make a long and confusing story short, there was a mix-up with the babies: Mr. and Mrs. Young’s child was given to the American attaché, the Antichrist was given to Mr. and Mrs. Young and promptly named Adam, and as for the child of the American attaché… well, let’s just say he grew up to breed tropical fish and leave it at that.

Crowley and Aziraphale did not realize their mistake until Warlock’s eleven birthday, when a hell-hound was supposed to appear and attach itself to the Antichrist. The hell-hound did appear – in Lower Tadfield, where Adam, newly eleven, named him Dog. As time ticked by and the hell-hound did not appear at Warlock’s birthday party, Crowley and Aziraphale fled the scene. They sped in Crowley’s Bentley towards the hospital where Warlock had been born, running into a young witch named Anathema Device, who accidentally left The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch - a prophetic book that had never been wrong, and had been written by Anathema’s ancestor – behind her.

The hospital trip proved fruitless, and on the way back to the book shop, Aziraphale discovered Anathema’s book in the back of the Bentley. Keeping his discovery quiet from his demonic friend, he hastened to his back room and eagerly began reading. He read, and read all through the night, until the cup of cocoa he’d made turned into a cold kind of sludge. And he learned some of the details of the coming Apocalypse.

After much dithering – should he tell Crowley, or should he tell Heaven? – he contacted his superiors Upstairs, who weren’t that excited that Aziraphale had located the Antichrist. In fact, they didn’t care at all. They wanted it to happen. And they wanted to win. Aziraphale stalled for time by saying that he had to tie up a few business matters and quickly got on the phone with Crowley. But before he was able to say anything, Shadwell, a Witchfinder who’d been under his employment and now planned to seek his help, burst into the bookshop and, seeing the ritual candles and circle the angel had used when contacting Heaven, automatically assumed Aziraphale was a demon. Shadwell stepped into the circle, Aziraphale vanished, and Shadwell knocked over a candle and fled the scene, the bookshop bursting into flames behind him.

The angel then went through a series of possessions – a man in Australia, a voodoo priest in Haiti, a television evangelist in America – until finally he came to be in the body of Madame Tracy, Shadwell’s neighbor. Upon seeing Shadwell again, Aziraphale informed him of the situation and convinced him that he must kill the Antichrist. The three of them headed off to Lower Tadfield’s air base on Madame Tracy’s scooter. Also travelling to the air base were Crowley, Anathema and her boyfriend, Adam and his three friends, and the Four Horsepeople of the Apocalypse (Death, War, Famine and Pollution). Once there, they pled with the guard to allow them access. The guard refused and Crowley arrived. As the guard raised his gun, Aziraphale “poof”ed him to a different location, and proceeded to feel very badly about it.

Adam and his friends Brian, Pepper and Wenselydale arrived at the scene, and persuaded the Horsepeople to leave. As Crowley, Aziraphale and Shadwell had second thoughts about whether or not to shoot Adam, Adam noticed them, and separated Aziraphale from Madame Tracy. The Metatron, Voice of God, and Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies, appeared, and Adam tried to persuade them against the idea of ending the world for the purposes of fighting each other. In the end, it was Aziraphale who pointed out to them the ineffability of it all, and whether perhaps this was all just a test. The Metatron and Beelzebub decided they would have to ask their superiors for further instructions. Beelzebub warned Adam that his father would not be pleased, and a rumbling of the Earth indicated that his father was, indeed, on his way. Aziraphale told Crowley that “deep down inside, there was a spark of goodness to you”, and they took hands. Without a second thought, Adam made it so that his real father – his human father – came instead, to scold him for being out so late.

And so it ended. The world was saved – for now, at least. Adam restored Aziraphale’s bookshop as well as Crowley’s Bentley, which had been destroyed in his journey to Lower Tadfield. They spent the next day feeding ducks, discussing ineffability, and dining at the Ritz.

And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

Personality:
Aziraphale is an angel. He is aligned with the mighty forces of Heaven, he acts out deeds decreed by divine will, and he is a very, very good. That does not imply that he is nice. The angel likes humans, he truly does; he wouldn’t have tried to thwarted the Apocalypse otherwise. He’s very polite, very courteous, very generous and holds no ill-will towards anyone that isn’t evil. But despite appearances, he can be a little, well, cold. He hasn’t gotten close to many humans in the past, mostly since he hasn’t needed to and partially because he’s afraid they’ll try to touch his books. While he’s far from rude, he isn’t the warmest, cuddliest, tell-me-all-your-problems-and-I’ll-make-it-all-better being on the planet.

Aziraphale is an angel who’s been on Earth for 6000 years. Needless to say, some human behavior has rubbed off on him. He’s become quite used to human comforts: music (classical, not be-bop), the theater, sushi restaurants, and good wine. And, most of all, books. The angel loves literature, as can be proven by his extensive collection, which he puts on display under the guise of a rare-book shop. He owns all of the Infamous Bibles and has a penchant for Wilde first editions.

It’s not just Earth that’s rubbed off on him: it’s Crowley, too. While Aziraphale mostly agrees with Heaven’s stance on things, he has learned throughout the years to start thinking for himself. He carries out his duties, but sometimes, internally (and when talking with Crowley), he questions them. And sometimes, like when Heaven and Hell decide to obliterate the Earth, he defies them.

Finally, Aziraphale is a bit prissy. He’s very detail-oriented, exceedingly prim and proper, and somewhat dainty. He’s especially this way about his books, which he loves as if they were his own children. He also has a tendency to call people "dear".

Misc.

How did you find out about us?
Lissa!

Anything else you want to add?
Nope!

Did you read the rules?
I did indeed.

Did you have a hold on this character? If so, under what username?
Yes, under heyheyhey