Her host, Laura, was a dark haired petite woman in her early 20s and of average height, somewhat pale skinned. Hazel eyes that were accompanied by a perpetual frown, some would say that she even had a scary look on her face despite the lithe features. She dressed in dark but practical clothes. A pretty lady that didn’t look very friendly.

The real Dumah isn’t too far off from her former host, a completely pale and serene figure with long dark hair and inhuman beauty, lithe limbs, dressed in black robes she moves silently with graceful and deliberate moves, there’s no flailing arms, no needles step nor tripping. Around her there’s a cold yet peaceful aura, she is the certainty of death but the comfort of a peaceful passing to the Second World, to look into grey gentle eyes is to gaze upon the peacefulness of afterlife. On her back there are long raven-like wings that extend for two meters, the feathers are all perfect in condition and are ready to give a gentle embrace to those that come near and take them away. This more humanoid and appealing while representative of her low rank in the celestial hierarchy is a pragmatic one. The more inhuman and incomprehensible forms would only torment the dead. If there is higher or more conceptual form Dumah hides it.

Personality

Laura was a sad figure, behind the frowny face there was overwhelming regret. Her mortal half mourned the loss of her lover, her loneliness and her apparent inability to do anything to improve her own life and the world around her. The Elohim half that once seethed with hatred for humanity when hit with the emotional pain of a mortal felt kinship towards her current host. The two of them felt rejected by the world at points in their life, neither had many connections. Though while Dumah in the past set out to lash out, Laura was only consumed by this sadness.

The interaction between those two halves created a regretful person, trying to atone constantly as well longing for human warmth. Not all was sadness of course, she had a deadpan and dry sense of humor, and perhaps was a bit dorky when she opened up to people. She had her nerdy hobbies and cared deeply for the well-being of humanity, and even of her unrepentant siblings. Perhaps she was even a bit of a romantic beneath all the sour.

Now that she is an Angel, the sadness and regret is no longer overwhelming. They are not truly gone, but she finds strength in that as an angel she can do much more to mend the problems she caused. The bits that originated from Laura didn’t exactly leave her either, the experience was resonant enough that a bit of the mortal is stuck in the essence of this Angelic being. Going through the human experience fundamentally changes any Demon or Angel.

A nobody freelancing reporter, passed away about a year later after her boyfriend in a strange accident. No real family to speak of, few friends. Truly a forgettable figure

Dumah is a Slayer, or rather was, an Angel of Death that exists to guide the souls of the deceased into the Second World. For a while she cooperated with the local Infernal Court and the Council, even working as the Minister of Dust as well the old Seat of the Quill at points.

She was a demon who sought redemption and redemption she found, after losing her Host body in battle against one of the dreaded earthbound. Dumah accepted her punishment, feeling as if she had failed to protect Laura. Through her actions and self sacrifice, the All Mighty accepted her back, riding her from the torment. She is an angel again though not quite like her brothers who never rebelled.

“Sounds like you would get along with the semen demons… I mean, Lamassu.”

Dumah did not engage in combat often, but she was relied upon whenever ghosts were involved. She could easily exorcise or pacify them due to her knowledge and focus on the Lore of Spirits.

The Silent Angel, The Stillness of Death, Sword of Arioch(Former), Silent Tormentor(Former)