He stands at 5’ 11", no giant or powerhouse, but with the build of an athlete. His body is covered from shoulders to toes in tactical assault gear. A pair of large pistols strapped to each leg and grenades tucked into various pockets. All of it speaks of order and precision. A man who has spent a lift time finding the best ways to store murder on his body. And that is where the “man” ends.
He speaks without a mouth. Sees without eyes. Hears without ears. His face is a blank white canvass tainted only by a black off center crucifix. The midpoint of that collection of perpendicular lines is centered over where his left eye would be. And a pair of large white wings sprout from his back.
Maybe the image of the arch-angle needed to be updated. Maybe god wants to get gritty in the 90’s.