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OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Player Name: Bii
Player Journal: biichan
Age: 32
Contact: obiisama
Characters Played: Nemo Vantas, Wind Whistler, Jeeves (all past.)

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Anghel Higure (Yoshio Akage)
Canon: Hatoful Boyfriend
OU/AU/OC: OU
Canon Point: Post-Holiday Star in the Holistar Timeline.
History: Wiki article. Besides that, there's the translation of his profile from the guidebook. Basically, he's an adolescent dove whose weird body chemistry causes both himself and anyone who comes in close physical contact with him to experience reality as if it were some cracked-out JRPG.
Personality: In a word? Grandiose. In another word? Delusional. Anghel Higure lives in his own world, a much more epic world than any of the rest of us could hope to dwell in. In this world, he's no longer Yoshio Akage, second generation Fillipino immigrant and fishmonger's son. Instead he is Anghel Higure, the Crimson Fallen Angel of the Judecca. Everyday concerns can be laid aside in favor of the doings of angels—or rather they can be transmuted into holy and profane tasks, just like a mapping pen might become a holy spear or the creepy school doctor may be the Dark Sorcerer Wallenstein. His delusions form the backbone of how he deals with the world. And despite how much they may amuse or flabberghast others, Anghel treats them quite seriously.

In fact, Anghel treats most things with the utmost seriousness. He's very intense. He feels things whole-heartedly, whether it's shame at not selling any doujinshi at Comiket or gratitude for Hiyoko's help or disgust at Dr Iwamine's perfidity. The smallest mishaps are given the same amount of attention and regret as the great ones. Trying to decide whether or not to cheat off Okosan is as fraught as any battle against his dark side, Himnesia, might be.

But despite his seriousness and despite his delusions, despite all the ways he tries to hide it with eccentricities, when it really counts Anghel is just another adolescent fowl trying to make his way across minefield separating childhood and adulthood. He crushes on the girl from the next class. He dreams of becoming a manga artist. He tries to go out and have fun with his friends and ends up napping through when he's supposed to meet them. He respects his mother—even tries to act like a normal bird when dealing with her—and she may be one of the few he permits to refer to him as Yoshio.

He may think he's a fallen angel of god, but he's still a kid.

Strengths: Brave! Anghel is brave to a degree that some would think foolhardy. It's what leads him to throw himself at those who are evil, even if said villains are stronger than him. Eloquent! Anghel's language may be strange and the meanings of his words unfathomable, but there is no doubt he expresses himself with a high degree of poetry. Strangely enough, he's strangely astute for someone who's constantly tripping balls. Though his hallucinatory nature allows him to process the facts of the matter strangely, he seems well aware of what Dr Iwamine is doing in the infirmary, something most of the students at St Pidgeonation's aren't. Finally, Anghel has a pure heart, as proven by the fact that he can see Nageki, the ghostly mourning dove of the library.
Weaknesses: Anghel freaks out when people use his birth name: Yoshio Akage. He doesn't do very well at staying up late at night, drifting off to sleep when the sun sets. He's impulsive as heck. He sees everyone he comes in contact as humanized versions of themselves, including himself. Also, he's just plain weird and locked firmly enough in his delusions that he mostly just confuses everybirdie when he opens his beak.
Possessions:Doujinshi of his manga, Absolute Zero. Saekr'om, the holy spear (his mapping pen.) A cross. Holy Slasher (an arrow charm.) Bitter black beans left over from Legumentines.
Pony/Animal Type: An oversized Luzon bleeding heart dove. Which he already was, thanks to the uplifting of Earth's birds in the late 21st and 22nd centuries. He's probably around the size of a large turkey if the relative sizes of the other birds are any indication.
Cutie Mark: NONE! He has his Crimson Breast and that is much more useful.
Pony Picture: Anghel is not a pony. But someone who is not me did draw him as one once. It's in the bottom center here.

SAMPLES
First Person:

[The person on the other side of the scroll is a greyish blue bird with a red spot on his white breast. Taking the scenery behind him into consideration, it wouldn't be difficult to guess that the bird, though looking like some sort of pigeon or dove, is actually the size of a large turkey.]

Once more did I venture forth to Ragnarok, to the Battlefield of the Gods, venturing to the Abyss of Madness once more in the Time of Heat. But the ways of battle are harsh. The enigma of 'adult feel' is as yet unconquered. And yet single leafs from a sheaf were reaped.

[This speech seems to make perfect sense to the bird on the other end of the scroll. He's probably the only one it makes sense to.]

It was after congress with the Golden Winged Messenger that my consciousness wandered in the dark void. A Fallen Angel of God in Terra Equi Pulchram. Be wary, lest my Crimson breast run wild once more.

Third Person:

CRASH! Glass shatters as the large dove—the very large dove, turkey sized, in fact—bursts through the library window. “Purple Messengers of Knowledge!” he cries out loud, waving his scroll in his left wing. “Juvenile Wyrm of the Written Missives! Great tidings have been vouschafed unto me by Solaris Regina Celestis, the white winged lady of this land! Once the Great Ice is over and the Awakening has arrived, the Golden City of the Mountain, most congenial of buroughs, will play host to the Quadropedo Gala Magna and two blessed tokens of admittance have been sent to this fallen servant of God.”

He stares off into the distance.“Edel Blau, why are you lost to me through the cosmic soup of time? The ebbs and flow of the unending ocean of stars are not to be known by either angels or mortals. Their paths are shrouded and not even the crimson banner of my sins can prove a far-off beacon to the angel of fire. The red lotus fetters have been cut.”

He falls back, hand clutching to the red marking on his chest. “And yet my Crimson Breast is not silent!”

CRASH! And there he goes again right through one of the other windows. Somebirdie should really teach him to use the door someday.