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💀 Character Information

Name: Angela Ziegler
Canon: Overwatch
Canon Point: Post-recall. After Talon watched some of their plans go to scrap, the group decided to take off the gloves and go for the kill. Still unorganized and overly confident of their abilities, Overwatch got taken by surprise, leading to a resounding defeat. Angela herself fell to bullets while trying to protect Tracer and Genji, though she's unsure of who, exactly, did the deed.
Age: 37
Description: A rather striking woman, considering her white-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She stands at 5'7", even without heels, and tends to keep her physical presentation as immaculate as possible. Not one hair out of place, not one blemish or speck of dust. Still, her eyes are the one thing that will give her away, even if she seems calm and composed outwardly. She speaks with a German accent.
Physical changes: She may not be able to 'fly' anymore, but Mercy's not so quick to lose her wings. These 'feathers' appear as beams of golden light, brightening and dimming with her emotions (and, perhaps eventually, at her own discretion). They're warm to the touch, like sticking your hand into a sunbeam.
Powers: Without her suit, the good doctor is (more or less) just a human like you and me. She didn't get into Overwatch just on her grace, though. Angela has an incredibly keen mind, especially when it comes to nanotechnology (though that's unlikely to do much for her in Hell), but her intellect is just as applicable when it comes to medicine. She's as skilled with setting a leg as surgery, and has perfect (read: decent) bedside manner to match. She's also not too bad with a pistol, though you could hardly call her a battle-ready warrior.
History: I'll be watching over you!
Hell Status: Limbo Case
What Brings Them To Hell: You'd think that a woman who dedicated her life to peace and medicine would be a sure shot for Heaven, and you'd be right. There was just one rather big problem: her attempted resurrection of one Gabriel Reyes, and the aftermath of it. It was a big enough black mark to throw Mercy's case into the Limbo courts, and from there, it's only been one drawn-out legal battle after another. Hell seems, well, hellbent on waiting until the 'prime witness' joins them in the great beyond, but knowing how tenacious Reyes can be, it might just be a while.
The Pitch: Doctor Angela Ziegler is a woman fighting for peace in a dangerous age; a genius in a time where technology and humanity is advancing faster than most can keep track; a healer when war has ravaged the planet. And yet, here she is, in Hell of all places. It's not an event many people could foresee, even if they did believe that such a realm existed. But, then again, Angela may not be as predictable as she tries to be.

Overwatch adheres to an incredibly fast and loose canon where basic archetypes are the name of the game. The grizzled veteran, the vengeful spirit, the warring siblings; most of the cast is painted in broad strokes and it's up to the audience to fill in the blanks. This leaves so much room to give your own twist on the characters. Take one of those archetypes and make them human (or ape, or robot). Take the beautiful, brilliant, pacifistic healer, and... what's underneath?

We know that, deep down, she is truly kind. Despite being against the principles of Overwatch, she joins when she realizes that she can help people on a much larger scale. When her friends and superiors begin warring against each other, she tries to mediate their disputes (though with little success). When her breakthrough nanotechnology is developed into a weapon, she opposes it with all her strength. And, when Overwatch finally crumbles, she takes off into wartorn lands to help those who might not receive help otherwise. Mercy has strong morals which she sticks closely to, through thick and through thin, and she puts others before herself.

Yet... it's these morals which drive her to try and save Gabriel from death, and instead give him a cursed new existence, which he actively holds against her. Did she know that this would happen? Perhaps, deep down, her desire to save him made her desperate. Perhaps Angela is a woman who cannot back down from what she thinks is her 'cause'; a woman who, underneath it all, wants to save everybody even when she knows she cannot. She's the one who demands her happy endings even when she knows they won't come.

Dr. Ziegler fought for everything she ever got when she was alive, because people told her she deserved it, and so she grew up thinking it was true. Her smarts helped her get there, (and her pretty face, though she'd deny it). Still, her advantages in life let her take the hard route to what she wanted, and she let that convince her that it was right and true. Everybody thought her the strongest and the surest, for standing tall in the face of a world biased against her beliefs. They just haven't seen her when things start to go wrong.

And one could say that ending up in Hell is as wrong as it gets when you've spent your life already an angel.
Setting Fit: Even when you spend much of your professional life working alongside a talking gorilla, things like Hell and Heaven existing can still prove a bit of surprise. It may take a little while for Angela to adjust to this literal hellscape; a little longer when she realizes the specters of her past (and her present) might just be here to haunt her. The only thing saving her from a real panic attack is that her fate is still being decided... and that's just enough hope to keep her going.

Stuck here as she is, there's nothing to stop her from applying for the first open position at Abbadon Hope Hospital... and they're not in much of a position to deny somebody with her kind of experience. Appalling conditions or no, healing the sick and wounded is what makes her happy... even if there's no real threat of dying. Having something to do might just give her the proper clarity of mind to settle in for the long haul. What that long haul might entail, she's just not sure. She never planned for an afterlife, and she doesn't really want to think about how terrifying that fact is.

Figuring out Hell technology might be the first step in making the situation a little more bearable. If the best treatment for black eyes is leeches, the Caduceus Staff seems more appealing than ever.
Samples: "Gott hilf mir..."

Angela prided herself on being a clear and enthusiastic public speaker. It was one of the keys to making sure that things got done, and done well. As such, she very rarely mumbled, grumbled, muttered, or groaned. But these words were said slowly, and under her breath, and in a very frustrated manner that was utterly unbecoming. They were, at least, born from honesty, but she had a sinking suspicion that her prayers would go unanswered here.

She had been sitting in the hospital waiting room for two and a half hours, holding a note in place of a resume. On her left was a woman who's head was entirely made of eyes who appeared to have broken her leg in five places. On her right was something of indeterminate gender, awkwardly attempting to tug what looked to be a sword out of their tail. Neither of them had made eye contact with her since she'd sat down. This was a blessing, compared to the trio across the way, who hadn't stopped ogling her for a second, even when one of them failed to keep his eye in its socket and let it hang from a gory string.

"Number 50,683. Number 50,683. Please come to the front desk..." The voice was the same that had been haunting her for her entire wait. Tinny, monotone, bored in the way only working with the great unwashed masses could inspire. Angela kept her eyes on her hands, fiddling with her fingers. What was it that Jack had said all those years ago? Hell isn't a place, it's a bureaucracy?

He might've been half right.