Pronounced- Rein or Rain

The perfect image of the male celestial he embodied strength, swiftness, and beauty. His hair is a soft silken white and the closest thing he has to a vanity. His skin is currently golden tan from his time abroad on the mortal plain. His eyes are keen and sometimes even cruel in their righteous wrath.

It is his duty to reform lost souls by whatever means are nessisary to demoralize their enemy. What would gaul the darkness more than one of their own turned to good? Those that learned their place might earn redemption and those that did not... earned far worse.

Mercy was one virture he was bade not to follow. He had come to revel in the work and had taken one simple vow to his god....

Failure would not be tolerated or endured.