Ethereal Forces: 5 Intelligence: 10 Precision: 10

Celestial Forces: 5 Will: 9 Perception: 11

Vessel: human male/2

Role: science Fiction writer/6, Status 3 ("Tom Carver")

Skills: Artistry/6 (writing), Chemistry/2, Electronics/2, Emote/2, Engineering/2, Knowledge (science fiction books/4, general literature/2, physics/2), ranged weapon/3 (blaster), Savoir-Faire/3, Singing/2, Tactics/1

Songs: Shields (Corporeal/3), Light (Celestial/3), Healing (Corporeal/3), Motion (Celestial/1)

Attunements

Seraphim of Creation, Seraphim of Lightning, Angel of Science Fiction

Special Rite: Thomas gets 2 Essence every time he gets a worthy work of science fiction published, purely on its merits. This can include his own writings, of course.

Artifacts: none, per se, but the Halls of Progress have produced equipment that humans should get around to inventing in about three hundred years. Thomas has been known to test some of it from time to time…

Thomas ("You can call me Tom") was one of the last angels of Creation to get his Word before Eli went on his Magic Carpet Ride. He had to scramble for a new boss, just like all the rest of his compatriots, though he had an easier time of it than most. A Word-Bound is valuable, after all, and Jean wanted Science Fiction for his organization in the first place.

These days, Tom is a fairly well known (and popular) author in the science fiction community. He'd probably be more famous if he let them make movies out of his works, but he's consistently refused. He's also a favored guest at conventions: he knows all the big name publishers and writers, never back stabs anybody, shows up on time and sits on panels with inhuman patience. And he never complains about the meals.

Many Seraphim have problems with fiction: to them, it seems like socially acceptable lying that can convince other people to share a common delusional state. Popular fiction is even worse: much of it is genre work, completely devoid of the greater Truths that make Shakespeare, Clemens, Chandler acceptable even to the Most Holy. And people either know that the books are untrue, which is bad, or believe that they aren't (despite all evidence), which is infinitely worse.

However, science fiction, when done right (at least from a Seraph's point of view) isn't unbearable. After all, there's nothing wrong with speculating about what the future might hold, or trying to extrapolate current societal trends. Just because something hasn't happened yet doesn't mean that it won't. Important Truths can be couched in the form of parables, and archetypes and stock figures are a venerable feature of parables. Even the use of concepts that defy current laws of physics is OK, seeing as humans certainly don't have a fully accurate view of the universe yet. This is where being in service to Jean can be very, very useful.

Tom does his work mostly on the corporeal field. There are some things that Jean wants humanity thinking about, and a good hard SF novel in the hands of the right kid can result in a Nobel Prize twenty years later. Tom also tries to keep an eye out for likely Soldiers of Lightning (and Creation, naturally: he likes his job, but he misses the old days). He's influenced a lot of writers, whether they know it or not: his work is clear, concise and fundamentally moral (some have called it "goody-goody"). For a Seraph, Tom's got a good handle on humanity and its ways, but he's still pretty quirky. Luckily, in his chosen cultural subgroup, it's not that noticeable.

Tom doesn't see much combat. Part of his success is that he fits in better with human society better than most Seraphim. He doesn't go looking for trouble. His conventional fighting skills aren't particularly impressive, either. However, if and when demons ever do ambush him, they'll be in for a nasty surprise. Jean trusts his Word-Bound (even those only in service to him) with all sorts of nasty toys, and it's kind of hard to dodge a fully automatic fusion blaster…