Gods ain't gonna help ya son

1. Player Information
Name (or internet handle): Hawk
Current characters in Bete Noire: Nicholas Rush, Nate Silverman, Gabriel Belmont

2. Character Information
Name: Thomas Hawkins
Livejournal Username: rejecthumanity
Fandom: Original (AU)
Image: http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/105782548/31853658

3. Character Information II
Age/Appearance: His age is around two thousand and twenty years old, looking to be a man in his thirties. He's a shorter man and somewhat more on the skinny side, having short brown hair and blue eyes. He is in top physical form from years of training and fighting that he continues to this day. Like all angels, he can gain a pair of wings, his set a pair of feathered black wings. Upon arrival, Thomas will be wearing his life support suit, a navy blue flightsuit with wires and a small power source built into it that also comes with a breathing mask that allows him to survive in the poisoned surface of his Earth and goggles to shield his eyes from dust and sand. Over his suit he wears a cloak and hood that he uses to protect himself from the elements.
History: (FANDOM CHARACTERS ONLY) Provide a wiki link, or a link to a summary of the character's history. If no such summary exists, please write one at least a few paragraphs long.
Personality: Thomas, like all angels in his universe, is a being made of emotions, his the negative emotions of humanity. These emotions are felt far more strongly than positive emotions and he is addicted to the rush he gets when experiencing them, which means he'll do anything to feel them. This is a survival mechanism as if he doesn't experience them after a short period of time, he'll die. He has no problems doing anything to experience them as his moral compass is twisted and his desire to live is far stronger than caring about the morality of his actions. When experiencing these emotions to survive, he tends to get high on them, giving him an air of insanity that fades quickly after his emotions have run their course. Thanks to the apocalypse though, this need has lessened slightly and with the rush of emotions stays his sanity, unless he's fighting. Anything else, he's able to keep his cool, but he has always been far too fond of causing fights and getting trouble.

That isn't to say he's actually a negative person. Normally, he's quite calm and doesn't seem to hate anybody. He has the capacity to love and can be quite caring, but he tends to show it by being emotionally distant or violent, although he's usually only violent to those who can fight back and do so, not finding it right to attack somebody who cannot defend themselves. He does have morals, but only in the context of would it be right to hurt somebody who cannot defend themselves from such things. The weak, poor, and children are usually safe from his attacks and he is almost gleeful when manipulating or downright killing those who go after them. Surprisingly, even though he's not human, he tends to have a dislike of therianthropes, vampires, and shapeshifters as they are created from Nate and "accepted" as his kind are not.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: Like all angels, Thomas is an emotional being and used to use sex as an outlet for these emotions, but due to the apocalypse, he's become celibate in order to not create nephilim children. He's normally not picky with partners, although he is monogamous and identifies himself as homosexual.
Powers: Thomas is an angel, which has gifted him with a few physical differences from humans. His bones are much more durable than a human's; poisons, toxins, and medications do not work on him, but on the flip side, he doesn't get sick. He has accelerated healing, which cuts down on his healing time, but it is not instantaneous.

He also gains the ability of teleportation, normally disappearing in an explosion of black feathers. This has an extra side effect to it. When people say his name when he's not around, he is involuntarily forced to teleport behind the person that said his name. (of course in game, this would would only happen if people okay it first.)
Reason for playing: Thomas is a kind of character I've wanted to play for a while. He doesn't have any morals behind his own very twisted ones and is pretty much the embodiment of nearly every negative aspect of a human being that can fit into one person. From the AU he's coming from, he's been mellowed out a bit, but it'd be interesting to play if he stays mellow in the city or he gives in and becomes even worse than he was originally.

4. Original Character Supplement
World History: Thomas comes from Tarnishedverse, the universe created by Alice and Nate Silverman. It's much like our world, only with supernatural beings such as vampires, therianthropes, and shapeshifters. At least up until 2010 when the apocalypse happened, destroying most of humanity and most of the angels were changed into humans.
Character History: Like all first generation angels, Thomas was created by Nate Silverman's inability to deal with murdering his wife. In fact, he was the first angel, encompassing all of Nate's negative emotions, as well as having Nate's memories up to that point (like all of those angels have). He and the rest of his kind decided to not tell Nate about their existence, instead voting on who would lead them. Thomas took his name out of the voting and it would eventually be decided that the second oldest angel, Adam, would lead them. Taking Alice's surname, Adam decided all angels would spread out across the world and help humanity in ways that the dragons would never allow.

Thomas stayed low for most of his life until he joined the newly created Last Line of Defense in 1902, working in Internal Affairs for most of his career, although he would switch between Personnel and the Agents when he was needed to assist. He would eventually befriend and later date Justin Glascow, the Director of the LLD starting in June of 1945. He was Justin's right hand man, standing by him when the Compromise was put into law in July and later assisting in the efforts to stop the anti-human nephilim from succeeding. Before that though, Thomas, along with Justin and new recruit (and younger brother) Adam, was sent to Europe during World War II to discover if there was any truth to the rumors that the Nazis were creating nephilim. They found out they were thanks to the three of them getting ambushed and Adam getting captured. After two months of waiting for Adam's stupid ass to free himself, Thomas broke in and rescued him and one of the women he was forced to impregnate. Once the woman gave birth, the child was given to Thomas and Justin to raise. Naming her Charlotte and giving her Justin's last name, she lived happily with her uncles while Adam had nothing to do with her.

Thomas kept out of the major points of the 21st century, instead working in the shadows to fight the supernaturals that threatened humanity. Until the apocalypse occurred. (Note: this is where the AU begins) Nate and his group of children were sent to stop the apocalypse and failed, leaving the angels to create underground cities to place some of the human populations in. They didn't have enough time before the poison set in and killed most of the population before they could be taken underground. The angels made their home in an underground city that had never gotten its original human population and stayed there, only venturing outside if they needed to travel to another city to check on their human companions. They lived like this for a decade until Nate and his children returned, finding themselves in the angels' city. Nate, angry that he had failed, tried forcing the angels to become humans to help repopulate the planet, but Thomas stopped him by kicking him in the balls and threatening to rip them off and beat him with them. Realizing that the angels would never approve of his methods, he gave them a choice: become human and live in the city or be exiled from the city and forever travel the poisonous wastelands aboveground. Thomas chose the latter.

5. Samples
First-Person: (5-10 sentences) [There's a scraping sound for a second before the video turns on, revealing a person wearing goggles and a sort of breathing mask that covered his face, making it impossible to tell what he looks like. When he speaks, it's mechanical sounding, thanks to his mask.]

Wh-What? This is impossible. I thought all of the surface cities were destroyed by the poison and winds. It has to be some sort of trick. There's no way that a city this size could survive with people able to breathe without masks--

[He takes a moment to take off his mask and speak with a slight accent after he takes a deep breath, his voice quieter as he mutters to himself.]

This is interestin'. If I could go back to where my siblings were, I could bring them here, safe from persecution. We wouldn't have to worry about that feathery bastard anymore.

[He then notices the device and speaks at a normal volume, poking at it experimentally as he does.]

Hello? If this thing is workin', I'd like to ask a few questions of everyone who inhabits this city.
Third-Person: (200 words minimum) The poisonous winds whipped around him as he made his way out of the chamber that led to the city below. He was exiled, most of the others staying to be human and finally have normal lives. Thomas hated them for that and he felt the small rush that came with the emotions. He felt no joy from that, a rare occasion for him, but it was much like the grief he had for his lover and daughter and grandchildren. They were all gone, Justin by age while Charlie and the kids taken by the poisons that killed the world.

He didn't mind being out here in the wastelands alone. He just didn't like the fact that he'd been betrayed by his fellow angels, his siblings. Thomas walked on for hours in the wastelands, getting as far away from the underground city as possible before he settled down for the night. Hopefully he would find one of the remaining buildings in the area. He doubted he would though, but he wasn't going to give up so easily. It was starting to darken though and he knew the nights were worse than day, so he kept moving. The winds were dying down, strangely enough, until they stopped completely and Thomas found himself in Bete Noire. People walking around without life support suits and as if the world hadn't ended. It was fascinating. He needed to find out more. He figured he'd find out soon enough.
Third-Person #2: (200 words minimum)
He was never one to say no to a good fight, especially when he got the adrenaline rush that he so loved and needed to survive. So it was a good thing when he found himself surrounded by three nephilim that he had been ordered to take down.

"It'd be in your best interests to give up now before I gotta go and kick your asses," Thomas said with a smirk, his normally hidden Southern drawl pulled out at the excitement of getting into a decent fight. "I think it'd be damn embarrassin' for y'all to get beaten up by an old man."

The nephilim didn't seem worried by Thomas, who wasn't exactly the most intimidating person in the world, and instead moved in to circle him.

"We're not afraid of humans, not even you LLD agents. You can't beat us up. You're outnumbered!" The leader of the nephilim was the one to speak, a cocky young man that couldn't be more than twenty-three. "All three of us are nephilim. There's no way you stand a chance."

"There ya go, puttin' words in my mouth. Gotta stop doin' that before you annoy me." He was happy, not a good sign if you knew the man well enough, and black wings appeared from his back, slightly transparent as he vanished in an explosion of black feathers. The nephilim looked around and didn't see him, but then he appeared behind the leader, arm snaking around his neck tightly as he laughs, sounding completely psychotic. "Never told ya I was human, kids."

The boy in his grasp made a sort of odd choking sound and Thomas looks down and tsks almost sadly. "Isn't this such a shame, you boys are never gonna grow old or learn from your mistakes. I'm in a bad mood, but I'll be nice and make this quick." He squeezes his arm around the boy's neck until it makes a sickening snap, his body immediately going limp. Tossing the corpse away, he looks at the remaining two, who are taking a step back from him.

"Come on, kids, you said I was outnumbered. Use Glory form on me. I promise I won't be usin' mine."

"No fucking way," one murmured to the other, looking panicked as Thomas watched them with a smirk. "I didn't know the LLD had crazyass angels working for them!"

"We can beat him with Glory form," the other hissed in reply. "I don't think he'll just let us go anyway. If I'm going to die, might as well go down fighting."

Thomas heard that and clapped happily. "Now that's what I like to hear. Boys dyin' as heroes for fuckin' useless causes."

Both glared and shifted to Glory form, each gaining six white wings and seeming to be bathed in a bright light. Thomas wasn't worried and instead drew both of his guns, firing them at both nephilim's heads. They were frozen for a moment before the light dissipated and the wings disintegrated, both nephilim dropping to the ground dead. Putting away both guns, he walked up to the two bodies and looked down sadly, his adrenaline rush disappearing since the fight was finished.

"Told you I wouldn't be usin' my Glory form." He takes out his phone and dials a number, putting it up to his ear as it rings. When somebody answers, he speaks calmly into the phone. "This is Director Hawkins. I need to have three bodies to be sent to the crematory. All of them nephilim. Sorry, they went into Glory mode."

He hangs up the phone before any more questions can be asked and walks off, leaving the bodies to be picked up for disposal.