| Todesengel's Bio |
| Johann and Brittany |
| Brittany and I both wear hand-fasting cuffs. Mine is on my right wrist and her's on her left wrist. We will sometimes clasp them together even when there is not another hand-fasting going on just to show our love for each other. They are copper bracelets, with a little bit of chain, so fashioned that they can link to the other exact copy, like handcuffs... fine scrolling script running around each one, inside and out. Very fine but quite legible "the eye did find, the heart did chuse, the hand doth bind, till death doth loose". |
My mother, the Goddess Freya or Freyja, as she is sometimes called, offers me protection. It is not known who
my father is, but there have been rumors that he could be Wodan, Thor, or Loki, but I do not believe that this
is the case since I am definitely no God. Freya is not disclosing this and has vowed never to do so.
Many think that because I am an angel of death that I am a fallen angel and this unfortunately is a fairly
common misconception. I am not fallen; however it is true that I do carry the souls of the dead across the River
Styx. Some I take to Valhal and the others to Hel's domain.
I do have weapons but I prefer to try to use discourse to work things out in a logical and peaceful manner. Most
times I am successful, but there are times when it is not. In this case I do have several weapons. One is a
bejeweled dagger, and then there is the Angelic gold plated steel sword for Asgard. The only other human
weapon I possess is a beautiful sword recently given to me by Obscura, the King of Westeria. I do have several
ways of protecting myself and those whom I love, especially my beloved Honeycup. My gold wings will protect
me and anyone I wrap them around. Then there are my eyes. When they turn a bright green I am ready to
unleash great power with a mere glance. Once I flash them, I can turn anyone or anything to ash. If I happen
to be in a good mood, having fun, or just wanting to make a point that someone is beginning to be a bother, I
can simply give a slight taste of heat or perhaps a bit more. There have been occasions when some have found
their pants on fire. I have a gift given to me by my mother, I assume it was inherited. I can resurrect myself
through fire as she has done. This has come in handy several times.
As many have found out I am quite a flirt, and there are times when I have taken on a secret lover. Some are
not quite so secret, such as Hawk and Tress and a few others, but these are the best known. Honey is aware of
this and we long ago agreed that we could have our lovers. She does become jealous and so do I, but everyone
learns quickly that when she and I meet whether we have entered together or at different times then we drop
everything else to spend our time with each other. Unfortunately there have been several ladies sitting in my lap
at times and they have found themselves on the floor as I rise to go to my beloved. I love to play, but be aware
there is only one that I give myself to fully and yet there is another that also holds a large piece of my heart. I
will not disclose this lady, she is not Honeycup and accepts this reluctantly, and few would even guess that
there is anything between us.
As anyone who has been around me for any length of time can tell you, I do have a sense of humor, yet at
times it is rather dark. However that being said, I can be quite brutal, not necessarily out of trying to hurt
anyone, but out of curiosity. One of my favorite things is a good debate, and I have been pleased to encounter
some who know the art. A few are: My son-in-law Iverne, neroon the mage, and a recent fellow, Salamander.
I love bloodwyne, whiskey, and elven wine, however, beware if I am partaking of the latter. I have been known
to become rather aggressive and impulsive when drinking elven wine. It is, to my chargrin, the only thing I
have found that can make me intoxicated. There is another preference that I have, of which some know very
well. I will partake in a feeding from time to time. If you think that you may wish to indulge in this, you may
wish to ask around and make sure it is the pleasure you desire.
my father is, but there have been rumors that he could be Wodan, Thor, or Loki, but I do not believe that this
is the case since I am definitely no God. Freya is not disclosing this and has vowed never to do so.
Many think that because I am an angel of death that I am a fallen angel and this unfortunately is a fairly
common misconception. I am not fallen; however it is true that I do carry the souls of the dead across the River
Styx. Some I take to Valhal and the others to Hel's domain.
I do have weapons but I prefer to try to use discourse to work things out in a logical and peaceful manner. Most
times I am successful, but there are times when it is not. In this case I do have several weapons. One is a
bejeweled dagger, and then there is the Angelic gold plated steel sword for Asgard. The only other human
weapon I possess is a beautiful sword recently given to me by Obscura, the King of Westeria. I do have several
ways of protecting myself and those whom I love, especially my beloved Honeycup. My gold wings will protect
me and anyone I wrap them around. Then there are my eyes. When they turn a bright green I am ready to
unleash great power with a mere glance. Once I flash them, I can turn anyone or anything to ash. If I happen
to be in a good mood, having fun, or just wanting to make a point that someone is beginning to be a bother, I
can simply give a slight taste of heat or perhaps a bit more. There have been occasions when some have found
their pants on fire. I have a gift given to me by my mother, I assume it was inherited. I can resurrect myself
through fire as she has done. This has come in handy several times.
As many have found out I am quite a flirt, and there are times when I have taken on a secret lover. Some are
not quite so secret, such as Hawk and Tress and a few others, but these are the best known. Honey is aware of
this and we long ago agreed that we could have our lovers. She does become jealous and so do I, but everyone
learns quickly that when she and I meet whether we have entered together or at different times then we drop
everything else to spend our time with each other. Unfortunately there have been several ladies sitting in my lap
at times and they have found themselves on the floor as I rise to go to my beloved. I love to play, but be aware
there is only one that I give myself to fully and yet there is another that also holds a large piece of my heart. I
will not disclose this lady, she is not Honeycup and accepts this reluctantly, and few would even guess that
there is anything between us.
As anyone who has been around me for any length of time can tell you, I do have a sense of humor, yet at
times it is rather dark. However that being said, I can be quite brutal, not necessarily out of trying to hurt
anyone, but out of curiosity. One of my favorite things is a good debate, and I have been pleased to encounter
some who know the art. A few are: My son-in-law Iverne, neroon the mage, and a recent fellow, Salamander.
I love bloodwyne, whiskey, and elven wine, however, beware if I am partaking of the latter. I have been known
to become rather aggressive and impulsive when drinking elven wine. It is, to my chargrin, the only thing I
have found that can make me intoxicated. There is another preference that I have, of which some know very
well. I will partake in a feeding from time to time. If you think that you may wish to indulge in this, you may
wish to ask around and make sure it is the pleasure you desire.
