Name: Gigun Chikemuri (ghee-gun cheek-eh-mur-ee)
Name's meaning: Spray of blood by the righteous soldier
Nicknames: Darling; Francoise
Angel name: Luilekker
Tenshi class: The Angel of Blood
Tenshi ranking: Aerial
Element: Living blood
Color: Sanguine red
Hair: White-blonde
Eyes: Burnt orange-brown
Height:  6'1"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Appears to be age: 24
Likes: Apples, cleanliness, the scent of fall, cinnamon tea, cobblestones, alcohol, body paint, latex, Uriel, water, dark wood paneling, paradox beauty, moving fast, sharing secrets, powdered flesh
Dislikes: People who smell dirty, burns, sweat, ignorant happy people, baggy pants on women, mismatched "raver" clothing, "spunky" personalities, goth-punks, blood on white cloth, irreparably serious people, crass behavior with no flair
Activities: Walks around Heaven with other Angels discussing scandals, excersises, repairs her posessions, fixes her hair, attempts to gain freckles, debates with her friends, avoids God's wrath, spends time with Fryphiel's arm around her shoulder, reads, lays in the grass outside sleeping
Occupation: Hairdresser extraordinaire, makeup artist, gives hand massages on the fly, Starbucks slave
Favorite Foods: Salt, strawberries, cheese, apple tarts, apple gummies, gin and tonic, rack of lamb, tuna rolls and anything meant to be eaten with your hands
Hated Foods: Curry, white chocolate, marzipan, Jello
Favorite Colors: Canary yellow, blood red, electric blue
Gemstone: Diamonds
Favorite animals: Rabbits, dogs (greyhounds and Great Danes), ducks
Favorite type of music: Nothing "punk", nothing "pop", and nothing "trance". She's fond of things with strong, melodious basslines, and a hard raunchy rythym.
Aspirations: Seek out some of the Old World demons, purge the Earth of evil, and to find someone whom she can figure out this buisiness of sex with. Not Uriel, because he's an ass to her despite himself.
Theme song: "The Big Fake" ~Traffic Signs
Describe in one word: Intimidating

• Appearance
  
• Her build: Luilekker has formidable height, often several inches taller than the average man. Her tall body is staggered and lean, with delicately carved muscles, like they were hewn from stone. Still, because of her height, her well-cut body touches both sides of health: while strong and sculpted, she has grown too much, her torso is too perfectly enlongated, the muscles of her back too prominent, her legs like a gazelle's. She has a swan's neck exemplified by her haircut.
  Her movement: Her movements have an aloof, inverted quality. While on her feet, she gains more confidence. She hangs her head often, but that's usually in company who is shorter than herself, which makes her look thoughtful and further emphasizes her long neck.
  Her skin: A stately, fair color, with an overall healthy tint of pink, and a reflective glint on her cheeks. She very much wants to gain freckles, but her melanin seems perpertually frozen.
  Her hair: A natural pale-blonde. On top, it is a comparably teased and tufty cut, tickling the very top of her forehead. The sides are cropped a hint shorter, melting smoothly into the top; the sides are cut to the contours of her head, small pieces of feathery hair falling over her ears, only showing their tips. The back is the longest, tapering finely to the nape of her neck with the tiniest flip at the tip.
  Her eyes: A dark, carmalized orange. They are thin and calligraphic, with pale lashes. They are very innocuous and unworried eyes. The pupils turn red when Luilekker is enraged.
  Her facial features: Her face has a sharp jawline and a pointed Roman chin, which is very endearing. Her eyebrows are nearly invisible, a mere blond fuzz that fades away along her brow. They are straight, with only a hint of an arch near the end. Her nose is high-bridged and her forehead is high and smoothly curved. There is a slight depression in each cheek.
  Her ears: Her ears are normally sized, the inner swirls sparse but beautiful.
  Her lips: Her lips, certainly the most noticeable feature of Luilekker's face, are full, Geisha-like, held in a pout indefinitly. They are only slightly more colored than the rest of her face. When she smiles, the top one curls slightly as they widen, giving a glimpse of her upper teeth, which are white and perfect.
  Her hands: Her fingers are long and end in oval fingernails, and her tendons are prominent. Her fingertips are pinker than the rest of her hands. Her hands are very smooth and firm-fleshed.
  Her breasts: The size of grapefruits, not very impressive, but pretty, perky and soft nevertheless.
  Her voice: Low and rounded. Some say it gets a vinyl-like creak to it when she laughs.

• Personality

• Luilekker dislikes most people. She is very choosy with her dalliances. However, she is quite the card, an individual who contentedly waits for the right moment to inject the perfect kernel of wit and wisdom into a conversation. She's a very physical person and likes to be in groups. Sometimes her physicality is mistaken for romantic interest, until the affected fellow (or girl) realizes she's just "that kind of person." Mellow and seductive like a 'lude, men and women are challenged by her and therefore like her, especially when she finally opens up. Her sense of humor is enigmatic and usually has to do with either something's value or really flashy sexual inneundos.
• A person will win Luilekker's friendship if they prove to be multifaceted, and have an ability to react the right way at the right times. She believes it's always the quiet ones who are the most fun in the long run. (She always falls for this and ends up wanting to be accepted by the roucher crowd.) Though almost always the submissive in a social circle -like she is the pet bitch of another dog- she is very protective and is very willing to go to lengths to make those around her happy. Luilekker will let you know if she's being mistreated. Sometimes it takes time for her to gather enough willpower to confront someone who has done her or others wrong. She's passive-aggressive and conniving and it's difficult for her to express herself verbally when she wants somebody to stop or change. Since nobody ever sees her real agression, this has disturbing results sometimes. Nobody has ever seen Luilekker performing acts of violence, and how she attends to her element is a mystery.
• Luilekker's closest friends in Heaven are Fryphiel, the Angel of Fractals, and Velophie, Angel of Vibrations. They are self-proclaimed twins and have the same hairstyle as she, only in hot red. Fryphiel appears to be 29 years old and is only interested in mathematics and Heavenly politics. Velophie is a younger man, as tall as she, who is homosexual and terrified of the Seraphim for it.
• Tell me how you feel about your job (being an angel and the protectors of the earth): She is always on edge about how the higher Angels consider her, so she tried her best to respect them and their rules. She firmly believes that the rules of Heaven are meant to be there for a reason and Hell has no place setting its citizens loose on the earthly plane. She feels as if she must put herself to use; Seraph would be proud if he could see what potential she had. All she wants to do is gain respect from he and his Seraphim. But this buisiness about sex really makes her curious, and she sometimes asks Fryphiel what it's like; he's done it twice on the sly.
• Tell me about the lover you are looking for: She'll know who he is, when after a while she'll start thinking about him in the way an Angel shouldn't be. When, while talking with him, she'll wonder out of the blue if she'd enjoy having his body on top of her, doing that mysterious, evasive human act. She's a hard shell to crack, so she'd want someone who she can relate to and eventually talk with like she does with Fryphiel and Velophie. She supposes she can't ask that he be taller than her, but maybe somewhere, there's someone for her that won't even make it an issue.
• Tell me about your perfect day: The sky is free of clouds, it is hotter than a jungle, and she and her friends -when she gets more than two- are playing on some roof with a hose and screaming with laughter, not caring if they've had to strip down to their underwear because of the heat, dripping water and drinking booze while tangled in a heap.
• Tell me about your Likes and why you like them: Apples, for they're the perfect fruit; cleanliness, because it's always nice to feel groomed and beautiful; darkness, because sleep is comforting; tea, as it's the perfect drink with milk and sugar; her two friends, because they make her feel like the only girl in the world; Uriel, because he's very beautiful, very untouchable and mysterious; her element, because it is an outlet for all the evil emotions she keeps inside of her; paradox beauty, because it is often so much more alluring than simple straightforward beauty; soft, limp fabrics, for their comfort and worn charm; latex, because it's fun to stretch and wear; paint, because it looks good on skin; her color, because it's powerful and jarring
• Tell me about your Dislikes and why you dislike them: Dirty people, because it shows that they have no care for themselves; frouncy, bouncy happy people, because it is an embarrasment to nature; baggy pants on women, because it seems pretentious and too gimmicky; bright, mismatched, fluro clothing, because it looks ridiculous; people with angst every second of their lives, because there are definitley some things you can appreciate and be happy about.
• Tell me about the music that you like and why: Luilekker likes funky, footstompin electronic music. Sometimes it doesn't even have to be electronic; she also likes power ballads and psychedelic go-go music.
• If you have any nicknames, explain why you have them: "Darling" is what older men and women call her by if they don't use her Earth name Gigun, for she is a darling; "Francoise" is used for her whenever she starts to argue a random point for kicks, to the amusement of her peers. They think it's a very Earthly name and they use it because they think she can be unpredictably passionate, just like humans.
• Tell me your favorite word: Erogenous; fantastic

• Common attire: Floor-length skirts up to the waist and fitted from there down to the hips, often colors like white, grey and black. They button or zipper down the front. When she wears pants, they are usually faded and fitted low-rise jeans, but worn with dark chaps. For tops, she chooses loose-fitting striped shirts, long-sleeved and cotton, and with collars cut to show the tops of her collar bones, tucked into the waist of the skirt or the waistband of her jeans. She layers these with another long-sleeved shirt undernearth, of a solid color, like navy. Sometimes she'll wear thin black suspenders. If it's cold, she'll wear a soft boatnecked mohair sweater in her dark, jewel-red color, dove-grey, or white. Over that she'd wear a slim-fitting light grey peacoat. Accesories could be a black reverand's hat, dark red aviator sunglasses, her red vinyl gloves from her fuku, a small gold-chain necklace, or a combination. Her underwear is always white and always tiny. With her grey skirt she'd wear red tights; with her black and white skirts, black tights. In the usual weather she'll wear plain white tube socks that bunch the slightest and reach nearly to her calf. For shoes she'd always wear the tiny, rounded-toe vinyl kinds like Alice from Alice in Wonderland, in red, black, or white, and sometimes her black boots from her fuku.
• Makeup: Luilekker does not like to wear makeup except if she's alone and wants to play with some paints. She's very good at applying it to herself and others, despite rarely wearing it.

• Her home/room: In a place of NeoTokyo where a cluster of buildings are dwarved on all sides by skyscrapers, Luilekker has the tiniest one-room house. The roof of her building sloping down on both sides, she has the very topmost part, so that her ceiling is not a ceiling. The room is floored with concrete and the walls are plaster. It is 16 by 13 feet, lengthwise and widthwise, cramped. A matted, brown and red rug covers the floor of the entire room. There is a window with heavy brown blinds; underneath it, a radiator. Perpendicular to the window is her bed, a flat mattress whose head is up against the 3' high wall that is flat before sloping into an overhang. This bed is covered with soft, raggedy knitted blankets, cotton and flannel sheets of many colors, and two white pillows. Across from it, up against the wall, is a small vidscreen, on a small bookshelf filled with CDs, tapes, and askance with flat cushions. Pictures and large, dark posters cover the surface of all the walls, highlights of yellows, oranges and whites making out the faces of the performers captured in screenshots, some names blazing across the tops. Near the door is a large sink and a small mirror over it, amenities clustered on its rim. There is a toaster oven on a single shelf next to it. A large oval mirror, tall as she, is propped up by the window. There are candles on the spare shelves. Books are piled up by her bed, worn and easily flipped, as well as issues and issues of magazines. Her CD player is nestled in the covers of her bed. In a trunk in the corner is all of her clothing, and in a cardboard box at the bottom of that trunk is her fuku, still shining silkily, surrounded by tissue paper. Luilekker does have a small, fast computer that she keeps slipped under the shelf with the television. There are two lights on the ceiling and a yellow halogen lamp by her bed. The ceiling lights give of a warm, cider glow but can be toggled to regular yellow light as well.
• Day life: In a normal day, Luilekker would wake up, wash herself in the sink, tend to clothing from the day before, and then get dressed in a new outfit suitable for the weather. Often after her shift at Starbucks she'll go to movies by herself and sit in the back of the theater, nursing herself with a large beer in a soda cup with a straw. She enjoys going into the fashionable boutiques and spending her money on styling lessons. She also frequents music stores, where she'll take home armfuls of new CDs, music chips, records, posters, and biographies, indiscriminate about what comes under her grasp. If she's feeling bold, she'll make a little sign with a piece of cardboard that says, "Hand Massages, $5" and sit herself on one of the skywalks for a few hours. When it's raining, snowing too hard or just too gloomy a day, Luilekker will slide a tape into her little CD-ROM/AudioTape player and lay on the floor with a pillow and blanket, in her underwear, reading the book along wth the voice on the recording. She'll also pay close attention to the state of her fuku, polishing the zippers and buttons with a toothbrush, and taking a clean rag and Windex to her shoes and vinyl gloves. Deep cold and snow incite irregular sleeping patterns; she'll wake up at two thirty in the morning, read her magazines over again underneath her blanket by flashlight, drink her milk-spice tea, and paint her toes. Luilekker's a highly solitary person when not in a party or in access to her normal friends; like a bird finally nudged from its nest, she has found joy in herself without the comfort of many other individuals.
• Night life: Different by night; that's all that those who know her can say, because she dissappears. Demons dissappear too. Other than chopping up bodies, Luilekker takes delight in bars, lingering over a few whiskeys and watching the pretty people. She's afraid to go to clubs and raves, because not only does she refuse to put herself in those atrocious tacky clothes with the bright colors and the abundance of fishnet and baggy pants, but she'd want a friend to go with. What's she going to do, dance by herself, in a stupid mosh?
• Job: Technically not funded by the Horodrim, she must make her own money. She has taken her skills to a prestigious fashion house, where she is asked to style and groom the models for shoots and shows. This she thinks is fantastic, and she adores being fawned over by the designer, basking in the attention. This is a place where height is beauty. But despite the niceness of it all, she will not take it as a full-time thing; in the end, it is all to much for her. So most of the time, she works in a place called Starbucks, quietly inhaling the scents of tea, coffee, and biscuits as she serves the masses. She is a counter girl along with another co-worker, who is rather tiny and has long black hair that hides her bespectacled face. Luilekker shies away from talking with her, because she has a small temper and doesn't speak much herself. Her name is Kutsie-Jo. But Luilekker couldn't help but smile when the girl was filling up a cup with latte, burned herself, and then utterered primly, "shit shit fuckwhore slut bitch-machine fuck". Thilly humans.

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"Hold me.

Tighter."

• Symbol: As an Angel, Luilekker has a red, slit-like tattoo that runs vertically up the Adam's apple. It is two inches long and two centimeters at it's widest.
• Wings: Spread to their full width, Luilekker's wingspan is ten feet. They are smooth and minimal, like a falcon's, and a bright glistening red, darker on the inner feathers.
• Halo: Thick and thin threads, interwoven and intermelding like arteries, form a hazey red circle that frames her face. It floats on its own accord, and casts a subtle red glow onto her skin.

• Fuku: A bright red silk bomber jacket, the super-short hemline's tight strap cinched across her small breasts; it is long-sleeved, the cuffs tight and ending halfway down her hands. Its collar is high up, skimming her jaws, and folds down over itself. Bits of hardware like a zipper and clasps break its front. It is a ludacris and beautiful thing, obscene, remniscent of 80's hyperfashion and a jarring contrast to her whitish skin. Her gloves are red vinyl, like her hands were drenched in blood. Scooping from her lower back, forward and down to cradle her minimal obliques -low enough to almost see her blonde pubic hair- is bright red skirt, also silk, its front studded with a silver zipper. Its top is a wide, stiff band which holds it to her, tight, to rush down in a frenzy of irregular hand-done pleats down to the floor. Her underwear is tiny, flimsy, and white, barely there at all. Underneath the skirt, she wears a pair of white stockings to her thighs with a small white bow on each, and a pair of simple black boots, zip-ups, that reach her calf. They have pointed toes and the smallest of kitten heels.
  

• Transformation: Luilekker hooks both thumbs into the slit-like tattoo on her throat, and seems to slice it open with her nails. In a spray of red light, her wings explode from her back. Curling up from her feet like a question mark, her arterial halo follows itself in a blur up across her body and around her face, spinning there in its momentum for seconds while the light from the explosion of her wings rains backwards upon her body, bleeding her fuku onto her.
  Background music: "Army of Me" ~Bjork
  Henshin: She has no henshin phrase, but a high-frequency squeal sounds out when her wings first blow out from her back, followed by the bridge in the song.

• Attacks:
  
  Red Burp: Luilekker locks eyes with her target, mouths the spell and then heaves and makes the motions of vomiting. Her victim suddenly starts to spew blood from their mouth and nose, a frightening and disarming experience. It lasts for about a minute. During this time, the victim is at risk of choking.
  Split Down: A spell for severe injury. Luilekker aims her hand sideways at a point on the victim; brought down, her hand reacts the way a knife would at the resistance of flesh. A fissure appears in their blood cells within their veins and the arteries pull back rapidly around the point, causing the surrounding area to rupture. It appears as if gaping wounds are blossoming open on the skin of the victim. It can be used in conjunction with Gunshot Effect.
  Gunshot Effect: A wide-range spell. Luilekker aims her hands to the ground as if they were a gun and "fires"; with a loud, crackling bang, everyone in the immediate vicinity who is touching the ground is thrown backwards as if shot, huge bruises blooming on their torsos, arms, and legs. Can be used in a more powerful fashion in conjunction with Split Down, if the "gun" is aimed at a single individual and Luilekker's desire is to tear them in two.
  Life Box: An 8' x 8' cube of transluscent red membrane forms around Luilekker, and is impeccably resistance to most outside forces and elements. She can get people inside by writing "yes" on the inside of the box while holding eye contact with them. The box is susceptable to toxins, high-decibel sound, and rearrangement of atoms.

• Weapon: Her halo can unravel into a sinous, intertwining multi-needle, its veins and capilleries sticking out from the sides and jutting from the top. Flesh impervious to its spines, Luilerkker can whip it around like an unholy baseball bat, lacerating and bruising. It is five feet long when unwound.

• Others: Constants in their lives.
  • Her co-workers at Starbucks, especially Kutsie-Jo, but she never speaks to them outside of things like, "Iced Mocha Latte, extra cocoa". Luilekker told Kutsie that she liked her glasses one time and all she did was shrug in an apologetic way.
  • Luilekker upholds light acquaintances with everyone in her styling buisiness at he fashion house, and generally is regarded as, "She's nice, and I like her hair." To the designer himself, she is known not as Gigun Chikemuri, but "Angel". The first time he said that, she flinched while holding the liquid liner.
  • Though she has no way of communicating with them, she often thinks about Fryphiel and Velophie and wishes that they were with her. It's a dissapointment that she had to part from them in the manner that she did... but she made herself a new chapter in her life, didn't she?
    

• How you feel about this mission: Deeply anticipating every excursion with her fellow Angels on Earth, in her own within-the-dark sort of way. There was nothing she could do to express her emotions through her element up in Heaven; now she can wage her war on Hell in a knock 'em down, drag 'em out manner. Demons are a poison, disgusting offenders, arrogant and violent and heartless. Killing them would be the greatest high she could imagine. She believes she'll miss her friends of Heaven much more than she think will; she hardly knows any of the other Aerials. Not that she'll be seeking them out, either way. She imagines that neither they nor the Horodrim would be too pleased to see her down there against orders.

• I created this Angel because her countenance has been floating in my head for some time, and I thought it would be a challenge to create an entire application in such detail for her. I chose her element because it fit nicely alongside her somewhat opposite personality. Plus, I wanted an excuse to make her a baddass outfit.