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Thank you, so like im gonna store old characters and new characters here~♡
(view spoiler)[Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ|SEBASTIAN MOLOCH~ Demon of Annihilation ~|Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
✼ Nickname: Cold Blood
✼ Race: Demon specifically Obyrith (view spoiler)[Obyrith is a type of demon. It was so ancient it predated mortal life, and even the gods. They rarely have a humanoid shape, and some said that just looking at an obyrith could drive a mortal insane. Some obyrith lords had evolved over time to take on more recognizable shapes. (hide spoiler)]
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Obviously chaotic Evil
✼Age: He could give a rats ass if age actually mattered in anything
✼Sexuality: Bisexual
✼-Relationship Status And Who: He doesn't have the patience or the exact interest to involve himself in such matters
ABILITIES/POWERS
"Flames of Satan:"
Gifted immensely with the "Flames of Satan" as a tall lanky Obyrith son. Moloch could easily generate and manipulate the cursed flames of Hell, which in there own right can completely destroy anything. The color of the flames varies, but since he is an experienced wielder of this ability the color varies dependently on his mood:
* Black: when he is completely enveloped in hatred and corruption.
* White: When he is lost in thought, or something particularly odd is happening in his mind that he does not understand.
* Dark blue: Only ever happens when he looses complete control over his senses, and all sorts of madness occurs.
* Crimson: Usually bursts free when he is all happy to turn toward blood-lust. Which is why the fires are the color of blood.
Although these effects are most likely to be in some way noticeably unusual, sometimes, the flames aren't generated, but instead summoned from the depths of Hell itself. Hell-fire can cause excruciating pain upon contact or instead cause instant death, it all varies on what he wants to do with his target.
Death will be given to you as it is given to everyone. When your time has come.
Death:
This ability is only given to certain demons that are wise and mature enough to handle its power. Why? Because this ability can kill anyone and possibly even anything. This means that Moloch can either instantly, or slowly over time, after certain conditions are met, or after a certain period of time has gone. He can kill someone with a thought or by mere simple will. But whether he will ever use this ability is entirely up to him.
✼ Alliance: His temporary alliance to the Gods of Destruction was a complete world wide complication to the forty nine realms. Due mostly to the fact that the Obyrith lords hate the Gods, any Gods in general.
APPEARANCE
Sebastian knows how sexy and hot he appears, and he uses this cause to get what he wants. And what he may or may not want is hidden even to himself. When usually spotted its hard to determine that this broad shouldered muscled behemoth of a man in actuality is a demon lord, just like his father and before him. His eyes are a glowing white with a little dark pupil only noticeable if you actually have your face all up in his, his eyelashes are dark and trimmed a bit short. The darkness of his hair covers the complete left side of his face, exposing just a snippet of the eye hidden amongst the dark strands, the one thing about his hair is that although its long in the front with a few layers cut it in, some longer hairs in the back move across his shoulder and land on his powerful biceps. Four horns are located on his head, two which are smaller and are hidden amongst his hair, the other two sharper and longer curved horns are on either side of his face are his ears. However since he uses an allure to deceive other species that his ears appear more pointed and not sharp. Only those gifted with a strong sight can see through the facade. Still on his ears whether they be horns or pointed ears, either way a small circle earing is piercing his earlobe, and two more grace the curve of his ear or horns. His lips are perhaps two or three shades darker than his pale skin, and one snake bite on the bottom right corner of his plump lower lip.
PERSONALITY
Given that he is a demon he gains the same personality that all demons seem to possess.
Cruelty: Although Sebastian Moloch isn't quite the man to show such cruelty to others. That doesn't mean he isn't immune to harming others with his ways, or seeking pleasure from those select few he shows chaotic cruelty towards. He is a demon after all don't think that just because he is more sincere and considerate that he wont hesitate to literally stab you in the back if he see's it would grant him a bigger title.
Loyalty: This trait usually appeals to him from the beings the Gods of Destruction intentionally want him to hunt down and butcher. Usually consisting of Angels that seek to "overthrow" the Gods of Destruction, God slayers that although have the power and technique to slay Gods, are still human. Which in a demons ploy is quite amusing and fascinating especially when he murders them in cold blood. *Hint hint his nickname*
Pride: He takes an immensly great time during his day to sit down and relax on a rooftop church and pride himself with his accomplishments. His pride is what usually keeps him going, especially when he rarely gets this close to death. Which in his case is entirely impossible, but he keeps moving forward.
✼ Good Parts: His loyalty to the Gods Of destruction has proven magnificant and completely trustworthy.
✼ Bad Parts: His abomination to buterching someone with their own mind. Finding pleasure in death wheather caused by himself or another.
History
He was the son of an Obyrith Lord and a Tanar'ri Lady
(view spoiler)[The Tanar'ri were the dominant subcategory of demons. Originally created by the Obyriths' as slaves, they eventually revolted against their masters, killing most of them and taking over as the dominant race of demons in the Abyss. (hide spoiler)] Even though the qualities of his living arrangement were suitable and completely superior to other races, his wealth and power were known throughout the forty nine realms, far exceeding the standards of even a king and a queen. However there are minor imperfections to the way of life he once lived, including the nonstop endeavor of enduring the continuing onslaughts of both demonic parents, if they can be called anything less than that. the tanar'ri were once a slave race of demons created from the poweress of an Obyrith lord, before the lower species quickly realized that by standing together they could overpower the lords and take complete control over there lands. This caused a daunting rebellion of complete and utter horror, one of the biggest wars ever to be had
: the Blood War. leaving the victory to a dominant subspecies ahead, and a completely wiped out race of Obyrith lords, with only a few that remained living.
And yet as the Tanar'ri race sooner found out, the Obyrith demons were quickly escalating to dangerous heights in power. and this did not sit well for he current Tanar'ri king, he knew the depths the Obyrith demons would ensure if they did not obtain what they conquered long ago, they would completely annihilate the entire Tanar'ri race with ease. So the Tanar'ri council reached a consensus that each year the Tanar'ri lords would unwillingly offer one of their most beautiful Tanar'ri daughters to one of the most powerful Obyrith lords in all forty nine realms.
Sebastian's very own father.
Likes
||Destruction and Chaos||Slaughter of other races by his own hand||Gaining new adversaries and allies[every so often as long as they don't piss him off]||Blood, either drinking it, spilling it, or feeling it||
Dislikes
||His family||Angels and God slayers||Light sometimes when he leasts expects it
➢Song: ((will eventually find one;))
➢Transformations
None to which he truly evolves into at this moment (hide spoiler)]
Seraph part 1 (view spoiler)[SERAPH||Arch Angel of Creation||Prince of Arch Angels||
✼ Nickname: "Title me what you will, but know that Im Seraph."
✼ Race: Arch Angel
✼ Good, Bad, Neutral: Good, only because the Goddess he serves and protects happens to be Amaterasu.
✼ Age: Unknown
✼ Sexuality: He only finds the opposite race to be appealing, and when it comes to males, he needs to exert his strength and power, and show these little pathetic excuses of men whose alpha.
✼ Relationship status and who: As an Arch Angel, Seraph defines himself as a being with little need for romantic interactions. Of course he isnt immune to the desires of man, and will properly involve himself with a woman from time to time.
POWERS/ABILITIES:
Sephirot Empowerment: Being one of many unique abilties gained by anyone. Sephirot enpowerment enables various emanations of the Sephirot of the Tree of Life in Kabbalah, allowing him to tap on the primal, undiluted forces of creation.
The tree, visually or conceptually, represents as a series of divine emanations of God's creation itself, the nature of revealed divinity, the human soul, and the spiritual path of ascent by man. In this way, Kabbalists developed the symbol into a full model of reality, using the tree to depict a map of Creation.
The Sephiroths of the Tree of Life: Each ability below can't be gained at once. To ramble further, Seraph must access the symbol of each Sephirot in order to gain the abilties they hold. For example by tampering into the Crown:Keter or Kether, he would be able to gain the following abilties: Alpha reality, enlightment, unity. However, by doing this he can unlock the following Sephirot, mostly due because he unlocked the very first sephirot to the tree of life.
||KETER/KETHER~Crown||
°Alpha Reality
°Enlightenment
°Unity
||CHOKMAH~Wisdom||
°Energy Generation
°Spatial-Temporal Lock
°Time Manipulation
||BINAH~Understanding||
°Omni-Absorption
°Omni-Senses
°Perception Manipulation
°Singularity
||GEBURAH~Strength)||
°Absolute Strength
°Fire Manipulation
°Metal Manipulation
°War Empowerment
||CHESED~Majesty||
°Air Manipulation
°Electricity Manipulation
°Empathic Healing
°Weather Manipulation
||TIIFERET~Adornment||
°Meta Regeneration
°Flawless Restoration
°Resurrection
°Omni-Protection
||HOD~Splendor||
°Maximum Brain Capacity
°Mercury Mimicry
°Omnilingualism
°Physical Augmentation
||NETZACH~Perpetuity||
°Emotion Manipulation
°Evolution
°Water Manipulation
||YESOD~Foundation||
°Dream Manipulation
°Dream Walking
°Mediumship
°Spiritual Awareness
||Malkuth (Kingdom)||
°Earth Manipulation
°Plant Manipulation
*Da'at (Knowledge)
ALLIANCE: His loyalities lie only to Amaterasu, any other god or goddess completely escapes his notice, no matter how powerful they are, or how weak and peaceful they appear.
APPEARANCE
Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon.
Seraph in the eyes of the beholden would appear quite strikingly beautiful or darkly handsome much unbefitting of a pure divinity. The sharp almost feline neon glare, shining an opaque golden purple bracketed by thick raven lashes. Pale skin the sun would not dare to harm, to kiss with its damaging UV lights, only left to ponder how such skin was not peirced in some way. Ensueing the awe and envious yet secret glares of women and men alike. Standing at an abnormally astonishing height, the line of his sleek powerful legs wrapped by vinyl trousers, a fabric the shines bleekly in the rays of sunlight, but pridefully became united with the night when shrouded in darkness. Paired elogently with matching boots, however, pretaining only a minor difference, a difference even an assassin's analyzing eyes would grudgingly bypass. Due mostly to his knowledge that his boots are made of armor, ancient dwarven armor. Armor fashioned to appear like fabric only to hide that it was not, appearing nothing more than ordinary brand new leather boots. Alas, Seraph has little use for shrouding himself in darkness, even darkness had its limits in masking mortals and immortals. Seraph is simply put, a man, no Arch Angel who enforcers his rank to anyone who crosses his path. Deeming those foolish enough to underestimate his power unworthy of his protection. Even the tattered remains of a poorly damaged cloak hangs loosely at the belt of his waist, its glorious luster vanished deeply by battle. Ah, but the beauty of three long swords, yes, indeed three swords. Swords that are not be meant to be underestimated upon themselves. Seraph has mastered the three swords technique, being the prince of Arch Angels, and a Leader of Gods army, he has gained the title of advanced swordsmaster. His blades legends all there own, but quite unquily different from the other, strapped against his hips. An array of golden armor being worn as if it were nothing more than a tight T-Shirt, covering the hard muscle beneath the armor, the contors of the bulky muscle against his forearms pulse with life. Yet he retains an almost sleek set to his body, but like most men Serpah retains broad shoulders, always held high as he carries himself with authority.
PERSONALITY:
Egotisical bastard! Cold hearted jerk! Fucking asswhole! Damn good kisser! As illogical as it seems Seraph has no interest in playing with woman, a rational part of him knowing full well that dealing with a woman. Is well difficult, even for an Arch Angel. Except Seraph being Seraph barely shows any signs that he cares, even allowing said wrathful woman, still caught in the past of a one night stand to go full rage on him. He would possibly pass of as the typical guy who doesnt give a damn, but truthfully considerate and would somehow make amends. Seriousness also plays a significant peice to who he is. Looking at him people can immediately tell the Arch Angel hasnt cracked a smile in years, petty stuff like smiling has no role in Seraph's ideals of humanity. Hell if he had to smile in order to save the word he would rather end the world himself. Worst case scenerio thankfully would never happen. So its no surprise that the set of his lips are always set in a firm line, his eyes calculating and vigilant. Predating his morals he has a slight weakness for hurting a woman, even if she's evil or good, though again no emotion flickers in his gorgeous feline eyes. But alas Seraph shows no mercy for the pure of heart, or the just plain evil. Simply cross his path by the enormity of simple curiousity, be prepared for an onslaught of agile movements, he'll have you smashed and pratically buried in a building. So if neccesary before making an unfortunate presence known, prepare a valid reason thar doesnt sound remotely indecent. Ah, unlike most Angels residing in the Heavens, it was considered betrayal if any Angel fell from the safety of the heavens. Seraph himself is the only Angel allowed to leave the santuary of the heavens without punishment. Having fallen himself long ago he witnessed the integrity of a life below the sanctuary of the heavens. In all due respect he considered it to be mildly equal to that of the skies, destruction, order had yet to be restored, each living individual reminded him of an Angel yet not fallen. Rebellious younglings, still believing that where ever they may be destruction will not follow, but destruction as well as darkness will always be near. There was no such thing as a happily ever after, or a world living in peace. But if he was meant to make them believe such a ridiculous notion, well than so be it.
LIKES:
||Himself||Amaterasu||Women, occasionally, if he fancies any at all||Engaging in battles||
DISLIKES:
||Dreamers||Happily ever afters||Smiling||Pointless battles||Boredom||True love||
SONG: I was born for this ((its not his actual song but i was listening to it when i was creating him, hehe))
CHAOTIC FORM: Seraphim
When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.
Archangels are not the pure, heavenly beings you believe them to be, because even they have a true form that whimsically revolves around the sins of others. Absorbing the destruction and chaos from the world below there sanctuary. Bringing with them a true form that if shown, could wipe out everything in contact with this transformation. If required this form could annihilate the entire world or all of existence into obilivion. However upon revealing the true form of Seraph, it may possess another effect, which may unweave the very fabric and laws of reality.
ARCHDEMON FORM: Lucifer
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Seraph part 2(view spoiler)[
Stay and Drown: Finger eleven(listened to this song while writing his history))
HISTORY:
There is no fair. There is no justice. There is just me.
Given the opportunity to become a God of creation himself, Seraph primitavely declined the offer. Voicing his opinion that such an honor couldnt be done, that it was a duty he as a tainted individual could not qualify as. Seraph, believe it or not was a Fallen Angel, and angel who pleasured unto slaughtering other angels who followed his mistake. His gorgeous wings were stained red, each feather dripping blood, the titantic stench of tainted pure blood darkened his very existence, his sword stealing the souls of the beings he slaughtered, but regardless he still remained pure. A purity Seraph onto himself couldnt pride himself with. Each night, every morning, staring into the viens shrouded in darkness engulfing his palms, his wrists, each lengthy period of time, making him become the one thing he detested: a demon. Yet, he hardly spoke of returning to the Gods, he revered upon the idea of being accepted into the mist. The mist of divinity of heavenly purity grasping hold of each foolish angel. But, alas, he could not stop himself from remembering the emotion, an emotion that filled the deep chasm within his heart, the dirty emotion he only felt while in the emissarry of the Gods and Goddesses.(hide spoiler)]
Amaterasu stumbled upon the young, or not quite so young angel, grumbling and groaning with a sunset desire to kill. The slivery white cresent of his hair falling over the rim of his forcefully closed eyes, his abnormally tall frame pressed against the back of a brick wall, the back of his head banging intimately against the cracking wall with each agonizing bang, the long reach of his legs spread out before him. Amaterasu took slow hesitant steps towards the future Arch Angel of creation. However upon wafting the scent of her divinity, Seraph woke from his light slumber. His tall frame towering over her with meek ease, his powerful arms crossing over the bare set of his pale muscular chest, his blood shot eyes glaring down at the tiny Goddess, except with one brow raised in question at her appearance before him. Amaterasu was quite terrified of him, at first, but it wasnt a fear that would last forever.
Seraph upon laying his greedy eyes on the beautiful Goddess of Mythical Creation wished to shed blood. But the profound gleam in her glamorous eyes quickly halted his approach to do what the darkness in him wanted, needed. What is it that you want from me, little Goddess. Seraph watched how she cutely entertwined her fingers together, then released them, then entertwined her fingers once more. The motion almost made him chuckle, almost. I not just what i want Seraph. I know deep with in you want the same thing too. She stepped closer to him, tilting her head to meet his gaze, her hands splayed against his chest. Oh, and what would that be? He chuckled, grabbing hold of her wrists with one hand, his eyes peircing the starry gaze in her black irises, her touch held a brief shock to his darkness, eerily calming him. He hated it. But she hastily took a bold step closer to him, watching his eyes or the slight curl of his upper lip as she came closer. To be apart of the heavens once more. He grabbed her shoulders, bruising the delicate skin, and with no remorse, smashed her against the brick wall, leaving a gaping crater deep within the building. Smirking triumphliy as she cried out in pain, he tilted her chin up, wipping gallantly at the tears streaming down her lovely cheeks, feeling the quickening of her pulse against his forefinger. What makes you believe that? Amaterasu meanwhile fought the urge to touch his cheek, instead tilting her head up to meet his gorgeous eyes. Your heart tells me no lies, Seraph, this form doesnt suit you. she placed a tentitive hand across his chest, feeling the hollow thumping of his heart, and the slight flinch of her touch against his chest. Your not complete without the heavens, Seraph. Even you beseechingly understand this. He searched her eyes and wrenched himself from her, slamming his fist above her head, the bricks colasping into rubble. You know nothing! He hissed, drawing a fluent seething blade and wrathfully pressing it to her lovely neck, drawing a few droplets of blood, hearing a faint whisper of a wince from her parted lips. I know why you fell Seraph, and you were correct. We are afraid Seraph, that we cannot save this world. Our world. We are trying all at our disposal to save it. But we're running out of time. Seraph lowered his blade, but only by a fraction, his glare still residing on her features. Not everyday he witnessed an almighty God admit to being fearful, as he was left to ponder, a thumb tapped quickly over the hilt of his blade. Well damn, he almost threw his head back and roared with laughter, ah but laughter was something Seraph upon himself failed to comprehend or release. We need you Seraph. With the falling of are previous Arch Angel, the heavens Angels remain conflicted without a superior Leader leading them. She beckoned, her eyes pleading, her tiny fingers squeezing his biceps. He relinquished a savory sigh, who was he to lead a race of foolish angels who panicked at the slightest mishap. I'm no Arch Angel, Goddess, it was never my intention to become one. Thinking back, he fell from the heavens because he was bored of the tranquilty amongst the skies. He had lived for the chaos and destruction the God of Destruction offered, until his newly requainted ArchDemon power was bestowed to him. This power that consumed him each passing moment, making him become the one thing he hated. This is your only opportunity Seraph, will you reside amongst the destruction of a land foreign to you which by yourself you cannot save? Or will you return to the heavens as an Arch Angel and save this land as well as the skies from complete corruption and chaos? The choice of course is yours... She closed her eyes, leaning forward to press barely a whisper of a kiss against his cheek, a silent endearment passing through the kiss towards his embassy of purely demonic thoughts.
When she vanished, a lovely smile set against her perfect lips. He leaned his head against the wall, his clenched fist slammimg against the cracking wall, there wasnt going to be much of this building when he was finished contemplating a decision. If i must save this measly planet with the help of the gods. Then very well, Goddess i will accept the offer. But don't expect much, there will be nothing worth saving in the end. He looked toward the darkened skies, witnessing the meteor shower beginning to descend to the Earth. Nothing last forever after all
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DISSIDIA
✼ Race✼ biotechnical experiment between human and angel.
✼Good, Bad, Neutral✼ Neutral
✼Age✼ 14
✼Sexuality✼ unknown
✼Relationship Status And Who✼
✼Powers/Abilities✼
✼Appearance✼
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✼Alliance✼
✼Personality✼
✼History✼❝❞
✼Likes✼
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✼Song✼
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✼- Other
(view spoiler)[FREYA ORIWIN||Lady of death||hija de asesinato||
✼Race: Human
✼Good, Bad, Neutral: To say neutral would be a lie. Freya is scared of hurting people, but at the same time she is untrusting of people and does not wish to understand the concepts of both good and evil. However, she still does not want to be on the receding end of the neutral side. Her whole self wants to believe that she is good, but the powers given to her were evil, and she hates herself for it.
✼Age: 18
✼Sexuality: Straight
✼Relationship Status And Who: Open
POWERS/ABILITIES:
《《Death touch》》
Death touch is a pretty basic ability, but lethal to all whom are near. Since Freya is a nervous soul, her death touch surrounds her like a dramtic becan of death. Meaning everything that gets within a centimeter near her dies against her will. This ability has traumatized the poor girl so much that she remains hidden from the outside world. Trapping herself in a deserted cottage in the outskirts of the abyss, where she believes she will be safe from hurting anyone and everything. The death touch reacts differently with what she touches and what gets near. For example, if she touches a mortal, or if the mortal gets near her. There bodies would immediately turn a sickly grey, and the viens would turn a ghastly black, there eyes would bulge from their sockets, falling grimly to the floor and continuing to dissolve into thin air, there bodies would mutely go limp, there flesh sucking in until the contours of there bones could be seen. As for plant life, they simply wither and crumble apart.
And most saddening of all this curse gives the poor girl her energy.
✼ Alliance: None
♡APPEARANCE:♡
Freya is quite the delicate beauty, with a petite curvy body, and a healthy sheen of milky skin, with hints of light brown angel kisses on her flushed cheeks. Her big eyes are a beautiful shade of red that always seem to be moist with unshed tears, the red colour an unremarkable similarity to the color of blood, eloquently complemented with long thick lashes that fan over her cheeks like the flapping of angel wings. Her naturally pink lips look as if they have never smiled in so long, and with the unfortunate causes of her abilities, such a small thing as smiling would be understood. Another pretty highlight to her beauty, is the color of her hair. A gorgeous silvery gray that keenly shines in the sunlight, the fullness and length reaching just below her ankles. So, with no difficulty at all it is understandable why those few who have tried to approach her have mercilessly died.
➢PERSONALITY:
The majority of her life has been lead in solitude and despair, with no one to interact with, no one to love and help her. She is utterly alone and afraid. With a great deal of thought and passion Freya has tried to stop herself from thinking negatively- from becoming a murdering insufferable creature. She prays constantly that someone could remove her curse, knowing deep down that no one could take away this curse, but she still hopes and she will never stop hoping. No one can really understand her when they cant even get near her when they immediately start to rot away. However, if her curse wasnt intact she would have been happy, being able to run around the flieds, touching and smelling everything with a bright smile on her face. But since that was taken away from her all she can do is hide in her shell forever.
✼Good Parts: Her hope in believing that she will be normal again
✼Bad Parts: Her indifference in trying to do anything, when she knows she can't really do anything in fear that she murder even more creatures and people.
➢HISTORY
lets just say there is nothing to say, since her life has been nothing more but tragedy after tragedy. Especislly when her abilities cane to her at the delicate age of five.
➢LIKES
||plants|| large bodies of water||things she cant kill||pretty door frames||animals||books||dancing||laying down||looking out the window at a life she can only dream||
➢DISLIKES
||herself||
➢Song: Bulletproof Godsmack
➢Transformations:
✼- Other- (hide spoiler)]
(view spoiler)[ What's there to life if i dont exist?Name: Trinity Evanescent
✼-Nickname- Trini
✼-Race: Human
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Neutral
✼Age: 18
✼Sexuality: straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who- No one yet
✼- Powers/ abilities-
Perhaps not an ability, but a curse to herself and those who have grown close to her. Although she is there, she is not, shes not dead nor is she alive. She is utterly and terribly alone in the world. Those who have grown close to her, or have fallen in love with her, or she with them completely forget about her existence if they are not near her. Though it clearly has it's uses in most cases, she'd rather be rid of it.
✼- Alliance- Herself
➢Appearance: Trinity harbors an unforgettably exquisite beauty, which only adds to the irony that the beauty cannot be remembered. Her hair is a lush silken blanket of deep lavender, as well as having the soothing aroma of the plant. The length itself is not considered long according to her standards, as it only teasingly strokes the curves of her breasts. Trinity tends to only wear a purple oversized sweater, letting the material drape and expose the smooth perfection of a pale tan complexion. With this outfit, a red corset hugs her figure and thus pushing her impressive chest out more than it should. Being a teen of an average height, she enjoys baring her long legs, the lace up knee high boots leaving lots of scandalous thigh to be admired. Another unique feature is her eyes, though they appear hollow, they are a beautifully vibrant magenta, almost glowing as she walks
➢Personality: Trinity lives on false identities, believeing the pain of giving her true name would be atheistically more soothing to her already damaged image of herself. Clearly, she would rather be forgotten the next day, then being remembered for her lush purple hair or exquisite beauty. She cannot stand begging, it completely urks her to the point that if they are not ready for death, or are truly ready for eternal slumber. She will end their suffering regardless of who they were. Would this describe her as a cold and heartless human? Perhaps to many, Trinity shows little to no reaction when she does this. Her eyes are completely lifeless, besides they would simple forget the action when she left. This also doesnt mean that she can't display kindness, as she very well could, but again what would be the point.
➢History: Everything was completely normal and peaceful for Trinity, until she was thirteen. She had a family that spoiled her with lots of love, friends whom adored her, and of course plenty of envious enemies to boot. Yet, one day after a long day at school, she had arrived to locked doors. Her family had usually kept the doors locked for her arrival, so it was odd that they remained shut when she knocked. She'd wait for hours upon there arrival, and when they finally materialized they had stared at the child with complete confusion. Not knowing that the curse upon her person had already affected her parents, she had run to embrace them. But the heartbroken question of whoms child she was startled her. Thinking it was a cruel prank on there part she had laughed the question away, repeating to them that she was there daughter. However, the husband and wife had only pitied the child with small smiles, claiming that they had never had a child.
They had left her there to cry.
Trinity had it much worse after that, as her friends and teachers began forgetting her existence altogether as well. No one seemed to remember the purple haired teen. After that, she had nowhere to go, no one to take care of her, indefinitely she only had herself. It seemed even death didn't want her. When she stank of sewage and she had tried to harm herself, nothing. When she had to rummage through other people's trash to remain alive, nothing. She had literally become nothing to anyone.
She was weak. Even more so when hunger over took reason, as she smelled delicious food from a suspicious building. Bandits lived there, but she believed that is she snatched the food quickly she would be safe. That was not the case however, when they had walked in on her trying to steal there food. Her figure was all skin and bones, but her breasts were already growing despite her difficulty to eat a decent meal. The fact that her chest was large, was all they cared about, and despite her trashy scent. They had ambushed her from all sides, the hunger washing in there eyes was enough to make her shrink into a ball. She had no where to run, to escape. It was hard to fight as they had over took her with there lustful hunger, prying both her arms from her chest. Next came her legs.
Those men after disgracing her virginity had thanked her for a good time. One man laughed as he threw the cold food she had wanted prior to the incident toward the ground. They had locked her in there. But as they left, she couldn't touch the food, not then. Trinity tried with all her courage to stop from crying, though nothing could deter the awful shaking. She tried to kill herself that night, by stabbing a fork repeatedly into her wrist. Hoping that the metal ends would stab through a vein, but again it was a failed opportunity. Death truly despised her. After hours of slumping against the corner of the room, men's laughter errupted through the abandoned building. The bandits had returned. In this case, like everyone else they had completely forgotten what she was doing there. With a naked girl in front of them, not knowing what they had already done to her the previous day, they tarnished her purity once more. This time Trinity didn't fight them, instead she laid there her eyes completely hollow as the actions persisited
not knowing anything. She had snapped from the offense, but remained still while the men took turns tarnishing her body.
The next morning, she had used there own weapons against them, somehow finding the strength to take on six armed men. She savagely killed them, there blood burning against her naked flesh. All she could do was look back at the scene, her pink eyes narrowed with fury, then she slammed the door and never looked back. From then on, she became a cold vessel with little feelings. The blood a symbolism for her own impurity to life itself.
With her life laying bare before a table for bears to feast upon, Trinity hid in alleyways, her form still bare and covered in mud and blood. One day, a sick man stumbled upon her figure. He offered her a warm smile of comfort, next offering his purple sweater and wrapped it around her bare form. The sweater fit to her like a blanket, bringing with it a sliver of hope as she took the extended hand he kindly asked for her to take. She was so weak, that she couldn't stand and she fell into his arms. Instead of being repulsed by her, he held her close and lifted the defeated girl into his arms. If she could have fought back, she would of, but the comforted heat he provided erased all her worries and tormenting thoughts.
His name was Alexair Rosena, and though he had a weak heart, he had loved her. He treated her injuries that she had inflicted on herself with tender care. Asking her if she was alright everytime she had winced or flinched. Since then he continued to stay by her side, watching her beautiful smile grow day by day as he tried very hard to make her laugh. Her fear of him forgetting her never strayed far from her mind. Most times, despite having her own bedroom, she liked to sleep alongside him each night. Knowing that he still remembered her each morning lightened the load of her fears. However, like every sweet thing, there love came to a tragic end. He was dying, and he had begged her to kill him on his deathbed. Trinity could only stare at him, but she nodded at his final request. Leaning down to rest her lips against his for the finally time, she plunged the dagger into his heart. His smile was all she saw when she leaned back, his eyes were closed as he rested in eternal slumber.
Trinity left the village after that, her eyes still remained hollow as she zipped the oversized purple sweater against her breasts. She then lifted the hood over her head and ventured as far as she could from her village.
➢Likes: ||Anything purple|| Doesnt care about much else||
➢Dislikes: ||Being forgotten||Beggers||Pretty much all there is to that||
➢Song
•Missing: Evanescence
•Hello: Evanescence (hide spoiler)]
(view spoiler)[Name: Xochitl Chlorpheniramine ✼-Nickname: Chili
✼-Race: Human
✼-Good, Bad, Neutral: Good
✼Age: 15
✼Sexuality: straight
✼-Relationship Status And Who: No one at the moment
✼- Powers/ abilities:
Hybrid Embodiment: Xochitl was solely based on the concepts of both the lunar and solar embodiments. Thus, causing her to have abilities that parallel with both the moon and sun. Light and darkness. However, because of certain abnormalities the power of the sun took her sight, and the power of the moon took her voice. Which is why she refuses to adopt other concepts.
To most Xochitl suits the more childish beauty category, considering she is still renowned as a child. However, where she grew up most would consider her one simple word with no superiority in its name to its more royal like cousins. Cute. Yes, cute. To these humans, cute would be considered looking okay in the beauty pyramid. Yet, her hair is the most fleeting and gorgeous mesh of blue and pink. Of course, like the sun conflicts with the moon, blue and pink conflict with the gender of an unborn child. Though they dont neccessarily criticize the beautiful array of colors in her waist length hair. They do tend to compare her to her ability, everything is a concept of things that twine together for her. Regardless of her otherwise stunning hair color. Xochitl most distinctive feature regards her eyes, because she is blind there doesnt appear to be a pupil there. In fact, most believe that the pupil turned to the same befitting dark, yet light blue of her wide eyes. Of course, it did. When stepping into, i mean, violating her personal bubble, one would be able to see the outline where the pupil should be. Height wise, Xochitl tends to be a child too petite for her age, but would be considered, if wearing heels, able to hop into carnival rides with ease. Considered flat chested in boys eyes, she at least has a little blob there that insinuates that she is indeed a female. Which is fine, considering she wouldnt know how to handle being bustier in that department. Xochitl tends to wear oversized sweaters as dresses, maybe even stealing a couple from her obnoxious yet resembly kind brothers in advance. With this outfit she wears sandals or in most cases walks around barefoot, because why would she wear anything safe? When she stubs her toes almost every five minutes, issues indeed.
➢Personality: Xochitl as you can imagine can be quite lubricant when it comes to her personification. The majority of it being because she cannot see, nor can she speak. In some ways most would describe her as dense and clumsy. Can you blame her? No. Obviously its not her fault that she stubs her toes on nearly everything, or opens her mouth to make a noise that cannot be heard. So, it seems strangely comical for the girl to be hopping around, with those who enjoy the sight of pain anyways.
As for the density, although still having her ears in full use. A huge relief. Xochitl can't much make use of any words without a proper definition to back it up. Which can be a problem since she tends to believe everything she hears, and thus gets easily manipulated. Also, it does irritate plenty of people to have to provide so much detail for the girl to understand anything. Thankfully, she still has a brain to put any stray missing pieces together. Also, considering her no sight. Her writing abilites are lacking in organized appeal and thus would be described as sloppy when drawing the letters. Still, she tries hard each and every day even when no one is there to help her.
Although being a burden in the person department, it doesnt seem to quill her determination to try and help. Though most of the time she makes more messes then she does help. But its all good, really. She makes use of the beautiful smile she was bestowed with when being submitted to verbal abuse for her abnormalities.
Xochitl tends to stamp her foot when she's angry, or crosses her arms and turns a faint red in the face. Its actually quite cute, considering her mouth opens and tends to be overwhelmed with curse words that have no voice. So, unfortunately, she's not really taken seriously, which then causes her to become even more enraged. Then she engages in the silent treatment until the next day, thus hiding in another room and staying there until the passing day. The next day, she will return to normal and act like nothing happened, offer a joyous smile and be on her merry way.
History: In her suburban hometown, being blessed with abilities was always a treat. Being chosen by either the sun or the moon, was something more darling than honor. Unfortunately, humans were considered to be weaker subspecies that couldn't rightfully harness the power of either star without loosing a sense in return. Parents would righteously pray to be granted at least one ability from either of the stars. However, when Xochitl was born a solar eclipse happened at the same moment she was pushed from her mothers womb. Thus, granting her an unnatural ability called hybrid embodiment. And although the abilty gained her family such fame and power. The girl had no proper training, nor time to gather the light from the sun, or harness the illuminating darkness the moon bestowed. So, the they both stole something the girl valued most. Sight and voice. It wasnt unusal for the sun to steal the sense of sight, but it was unnatural for the moon to take a voice.
➢Likes: ♡New words♡ Figuring out things by herself♡ Books she can read via touch♡
➢Dislikes: ♤Loud noises♤ Getting worked up with anger♤ Bullies♤
➢Song
◇On Melancholy Hill : Gorrilaz
➢Transformations
✼- Other- (hide spoiler)]
(view spoiler)[Name: Zenon Lyles✼Nickname: Zen
✼Race: Human
✼Good, Bad, Neutral: Good
✼Age: 18
✼Sexuality: Straight
✼Relationship Status And Who: Single, and open. However, secretly has a crush on Natalia Udinov.
✼- Powers/ abilities:
▪︎ Resurrection: Although the name itself should insinuate the phase of this ability. In actuality, if Zenon happens to die a most horrible death, perhaps even one of old age. He can reappear in either newborn, child, teenager, adult, or elder form. However, he cannot choose the human stage after death.
▪︎ Elememtal Transformation: This ability allows him the chance to turn into a full body version of any element. The downside, however, he has to choose wisely since he only gets to transform once per day. For example, he turns into fire. Burns nearly everything he touches, water can sometimes extinguish him completely. Which in turn leads to death. But, fire abilities from others fuel his power and he cannot be manipulated. When time runs out, he's a normal human again.
✼- Alliance: No one at the moment
➢Appearance:
Zenon is a reasonably attractive young man whom can easily charm a girl with remote ease. Some would say a mere gaze could melt a girls heart into a pool of jelly. And with fascinating eyes such as his, who wouldnt assume as much. To mostly everyone, its considered unnatural for someone to have a species of two divergent orbs. As it is considered rare. However, while the left eye hinders a potent powerful shade of bright green, the underside does hint at a light yellow. Which condense beautifully. Yet, the other eye holds a more negative outlook, judging by the bloodshot rims and the orange hue that center around the pupil.
➢Personality: Naturally other males dont seem to take a liking toward Zenon, which is fine. More ladies to entice with his smiles, or flirty winks. Zenon could be considered narcissistic, as he usually likes to mull over his precious good looks. However, they arent neccesarily a priorty, but a bonus if anything. He doesn't constantly stare at himself in a mirror like most trust, much less think of himself as a love match to himself. Nor does he believe hes better than anyone. So, he can't be righteously judged for being vain. In his head, its reasonable to use ones natural appeal to charm others, especially the fairer sex. Now that he's charged with being an egotistical arrogant flirt.
When not in the company of females, Zenon likes to drown everyone out. Whether it be regarding the sweet pleasures silence brings, or because he reminisces over the painful deaths of his past selves. Despite that, Zenon does his best to enjoy the current life he has, even if those methods arent agreed upon, much less appropriate. He becomes careless, and shows little to no empathy when he unintentionally becomes rough with a girl under a closed roof. In this state, nothing usually draws him back from the melancholy stupor into the charming man he once was.
Anyway, ignoring the sappy stuff. Zenon is an aloof type of guy, and despite his flirty tendencies. He can be a remarkable friend to people whom actually try to befriend him. His style, friend wise, would be the unmistakable gift of laughter. There was no girl he couldn't make smile once they fell under the shade of sorrow. Again, egotistical, but overall sweet. There was just something he understood about the female side that most guys didnt seem to care about. Which would obviously ensue the negative approach from other males. But Zenon does not concern himself with the disapproving, sometimes offending remarks from his peers. If someone needs help, he'd be more then willing to help them.
➢History: Life seemingly rested as a test for Zenon. He'd left three past lives behind, entrusting the solemn memories be tucked behind the vast darkness of his mind. Each one ending more painfully then the rest. Though they were not a particular form of a heinous death. Leaving the vessels of the people he loved behind. That was far worse then being murdered in the most savage of ways
➢Likes
➢Dislikes
➢Song
• Same Damn Life : Seether
•Nobody Praying for me : Seether
➢Transformations
✼- Other- (hide spoiler)]
(view spoiler)[Name: Zurich Algarve
Nickname- Zuri
Race: Fairy
Good, Bad, Neutral: chaotic Neutral
Age: 2000
Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status And Who- No one
Powers/ abilities:
Zuri is more commonly known for her ability to literally eat worlds, which is easy to stabilize as feeding her will easily quill her desire to eat a planet.
✼- Alliance: Those who feed her
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➢Appearance:
Zuri, although old regarding her years, still retains a child like form with an adoration of food. With a reasonable cute face, its easy to mistake her for a child as her chubby cheeks and her otherwise miniscule size are proof enough of immaturity. Despite that, Zuri is depicted as girl with light pink hair that slowly weaves into a darker shade at the very tips. Although, not much to look at, her hair is made painfully obvious by her choice of using three large beads to hold her hair in pigtails.
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➢Personality: ((Can be a sentence or 2. mostly up to you))
✼-Good Parts-
✼-Bad Parts-
➢History
➢Likes
➢Dislikes
➢Song
○Feels Good Inc : Gorillaz
○my link text
➢Transformations
✼- Other-
(view spoiler)[{Personal Info}Name: Utopia Lyana: Mistress of Death
Age: 20
Birthday: October 31
Gender: Female
Height: 5'2
Weight: 169
Race: Demon succubus
Current Residence:
Family: She is the first of her family
Allies: Demons
Enemies: Mages
Personality:
Utopia omits a seduction that causes men and women alike to grow weak to her presence. Immediately falling in love with her ethereal beauty upon sight. So its to no fault that she contains the embodiments of being a vain narcissist. Claiming to easily be forgiven by her mere beauty. Even more so when her natural essence of innocence provokes a need to be protected. Which of course she manipulates for her own causes.
Aside from her given beauty. Utopia delights in encouraging exotic forms of pleasure in followers. For example, though she does have her zombies, she is so vain as to have her own group of mindless "servants" by her side. Tantalizing them with an exquisitely painted nail, as sharp as her heart, which enslaves them into a heat for her love. Only her love. She entices them in any way possible, with a kiss, or an act of pure seductive bliss within the cover of sheer curtains. Its painfully obvious that she encourages no shame, indulging in such pleasures even with her peers witnessing. Even more so by revealing more than a student should. But with a simple act of innocence, all is forgiven.
Besides her beauty driven madness. Utopia can easily be considered sadistic. When something does not go her way, she will brutally mutilate several hundred of her mindless servents. It's justified to avoid the crossfire of her rage. But in the end the ones she murders immediately become replaced with more. So, in the end it holds no appeal, aside from them being completely weak.
Likes: ♡sheer clothing ♡Servants ♡Herself ♡Being Loved/worshipped ♡physical contact
Dislikes: ♡Women ♡ugly things ♡Trash ♡Weakness
Year: college first year
{Appearance}
Skin Tone: pale
Eye Color: crimson
Hair Color: Purple
Overall Appearance:
Tattoo(s)?:
Scar(s)?:
Accessories?:
{Status}
Alive/Deceased: Alive
Classification:
Rank?:
Maritial Status/Love Interest: single and open
Color:
Weapon:
Abilities:
Class:
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Power- 32/32
Magic- 32/32
Skill- 32/32
Leadership- 30/32
Control- 32/32
Physical Strength- 30/32
Strength(s):
Weakness(es):
{Plot}
Personal History:
{For MAGES}
Magic Affinity: Necromancy, Puppet Mastery, Darkness
Known Magic Elements: Necromancey, Puppet Mastery
Spell List:
• Reanimation: Being a full fledged necromancer. Utopia awakens the dead from there eternal slumber by simply snapping her fingers. In a matter of minutes her minions would create an ultimate apocalypse. But, what would be the fun in that? So she mostly summons her zombies to perform duties she herself wouldnt bother dealing with.
• Shadow Marionette: Although not her most used skill set, being able to control someones shadow and later using them as a puppet. Well, of course, it does have a certain pleasuring tone to it. However, she only lets herself use this ability on people she despises.
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{For HOUSEHOLD MEMBERS}
Household Name:
Household Number:
Master of Household:
Household Item:
Element:
{Extra/Trivia}
Theme Song(s):Living Dead Girl: Rob Zombie
Astrial Sign:
Hobby(ies):
Favorite Food/Least Liked Food:
Favorite Color:
Lucky Charm/Favorite Item: (hide spoiler)]
(view spoiler)[{Personal Info}
Name: Salice Rose Feylan
Age: 22
Birthday: June 5
Gender: Female
Height: 5'1
Weight: 146
Race: Human
Current Residence: Feylan
Family:
Father: Ezra Angelo Feylan
Mother: Angelique Ermosa Feylan
Sister: Siran Lily Feylan
Allies: ? Open ?
Enemies: ? Open ?
Personality:
Salice is depicted as a commanding, sometimes intimidating presence. Despite her short frame, she was raised to have an independent nature, preferring to enlighten her magical properties herself. Rather than seek the knowledge from a more powerful mage. She frames her own genius in the depths of elder books and scrolls. At times, she can be extremely strict with certain rules, while others she absentmindedly turns away with a ruthless smile. However, she can be completely stubborn and even refuse to accept her own feelings for a certain Grand Head Master. Even going to lengths where her serene, usually serious composure is thrown against the walls of the academy. Being pushed to its limits, which always seems to be centered toward one man. Her true magical nature makes an appearance, and despite not exploding into the burning crescendo of scorching heat. She retaliates with a hostile abusing cruelity, which only makes contact with the one man she considers irresponsible, lazy, and a complete idiot. For lack of a better term.
One could say she had a burdened discrepancy toward the vision of encountering romance, and the ideal of love. When truly suffering from dark times, she lectures students to be wary of the emotion, as it brings an agonizing form of sorrow and weaknesses with it. Having caused her near death, she dashes any claims of being in love. Denying even her own feelings to have that bittersweet ideology. Which, leads to a form of cowardice, especially when her heartstrings are tugged endearingly by the man who much to her irritation leaves her breathless, and nervous. She will try to run away, if she finds it too much for her to handle. A true hypocrite for denying the others a chance at love, but obviously having sccumbed to it herself. Salice, for encouraging herself to be against the emotion, sometimes arranges suitable meetings with male courters. All of whom she has no romantic feelings for. But for procreation, she will condemn herself to a loveless marriage.
Likes: ☆Acts of Kindness☆Keith Michael Angel III☆Soft cuddly stuffed animals☆silk☆Espada's and Arrancers☆
Dislikes: ◇Her parents◇Keith Michael Angel III◇Laziness◇pointless objects◇
Year: Graduated
{Appearance}
Skin Tone: Fair
Eye Color: Golden yellow
Hair Color: platinum blond
Overall Appearance: Salice is a bewitching beauty that entices a second glance from anyone who crosses her path. Although, engulfed in a large Yukata with pigments of red and black, with hints of golden yellow to add to the mixture. There is a teasing knot revealing the soft mounds of her impressively large bosom. Even though nothing else can be seen. Her beauty is framed scandoulously with the golden hue of her wide eyes, framed neatly with curled lashes. Being quite short, Salice approves of wearing heels behind the fabric of her Yukata. Wanting to appear just a bit taller, to augment her intimidating self more clearly. Though obviously not by much.
Tattoo: The cherry blossom tree almost completely covers her back
Scar(s)?: Located on her back, the scar caused by a whip was completely covered up by a tattoo.
Accessories?: Not much of a fan of accessories, she does however have a black twin flower barrette in her hair.
{Status}
Alive/Deceased: Alive
Classification: Mage Royalty
Rank: Teacher
Maritial Status/Love Interest: single/refuses to admit having an attraction to Keith Michael Angel III
Color: Black and Blue
Weapon: None
Abilities: Besides her magical abilities, nothing else really. (Would like to have her learn swordfighting at some point. :)))
Class: Elemental
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Power- 30/32
Magic- 32/32
Skill- 31/32
Leadership- 32/32
Control- 31/32
Physical Strength- 29/32
Strength(s): Magic ♤ Teaching ♤ Learning
Weakness(es): Cute stuffed animals ♤ Being called worthless ♤ Blue Roses
{Plot}
Personal History: Although now thoroughly rising with magical poweress, Salice's magic was nonexistant in her upbringing from her childhood. Her father, the late Headmaster, would harmoniously abuse his eldest daughter with harsh words, and frequently backhand the poor child if she failed to execute even the simplest of ruins. She had to work hard to be noticed by her father, but only to be rejected with slaps. And it hurt the most for being the only generation that hadnt gained any magical abilities from her ancestral line. Her own mother seemed replused by the magicless daughter, and would be so lenient as to lock her in the tower of there small castle. Claiming her unfit to meddle with the rest of the mages, even her own sister, whom was the only one that was kind to her. Left. In the end, they all left her abandoned and alone. With no food or water. Alone, in a dark room, with an old mattress eaten away by the mice that scoured for even the smallest of crumbs. It remained that way. Until one day her parents were beginning to grow furious for bringing in tutor after tutor, only to find that not even one flimsy, dull ember ignited from her fingertips. And suddenly her father had enough, and while Salice screamed and begged to be released. His grip held firm as he dragged his disgraced daughter towards the courtyard of the castle. Drawing in an audience of servants and nobles. Watching in complete horror as Ezra summoned a whip of blue, almost white flames. The moment the flames scorched through the fabric, then sliced through the flithy paleness of her skin. Her tortuous screams engulfed the yard, causing every servant and her sister to look away in agony. Meanwhile, nobles gritted there teeth, while some agreed with his harsh treatments, and others continued on with there day. He tarnished her reputation much more as he continued insulting her with his words, and defiled her flesh by the oncoming fire whips. Her blood soiled the once lush field of green, but as her screams remained voluminous. The rage of all her sorrow, of mistreatments from both parents, and the gossip of other mages rung heavily in her ears. The telekinetic power she'd always had, yet always remained hidden finally released in the form of a strong sonic wave. Nullifying the fire from her father's whip, and thuscsending the crowd flying a few feet away from her. But as she was so weak to stand, she fainted from the loss of blood.
All Salice ever wanted was to be loved, to be held in the arms of those whom cared for her. And as she awoke a few days later, she was not in the usual old bed ruined from overuse. The room was enchantingly beautiful and showered with roses and lillies of all colors. Her favorite, the blue roses she could only admire from afar. There was heat forming in each of her palms, and she looked from her mother, then to her sister. She could only cry as she flinched her hand from her mothers. Watching with utter disbelief as how the woman weeped and hugged her as if the fact that she hadnt been humiliated and whipped in front of everyone even happened. At that moment, the moment that she most longed for was completely destroyed. Salice wanted nothing from her mother, screaming for her to leave her alone, or else. There was nothing more satisfying to see the fear seeping into her mothers wide blue orbs. Her flames sizzling through the womans expensive fine silks, and the frequent insults that she sprouting from her vile mouth, only caused Salice to smile. Then with the public apology from her father, whom she had forced to kneel before her, and allow her an immense gratitude to whip him as he had whipped her. In front of everyone. For quite some time, she felt resentful to everyone, showing no one a single ounce of kindness, much less mercy. Until, of course, love happened upon Salice like a hammer to a nail. It was so sudden, that she couldnt quite believe it happened. The fact that she learned to love, brewed a happy, beautiful young woman to flourish. And her love for him overruled everything, and she did everything she could to keep everyone happy. Yet, when she found him in the arms of another, declaring his love for the woman. She was destroyed. But instead of becoming the resentful girl she was, she hardened her heart and mind. And thought that she would do something she enjoyed. Like teaching.
{For MAGES}
Magic Affinity: Psychic, Darkness
Known Magic Elements: Fire, psychic
Spell List:
• Elementalism:A more adavanced level of telekinesis. Salice is able to control the energy of fire, water, earth, and air. And in short can manipulate the energy in however way she wishes. Though rarely used. Its a good technique to teach students with those particular elements.
• Negative Force- Dark fire: Like implied, this particular flame takes every negative aspect that orginal fire brings. Consuming and destroying everything in its path. The only difference being that this fire has no limitations or weaknesses. Unless obviously stopped by her, or a stronger, or skilled mage.
{For HOUSEHOLD MEMBERS}
Household Name: Feylan
Household Number: 78
Master of Household: Salice Feylan
Household Item: A Phoenix secpter engraved with an ancient language
Element: Fire, nature, and psychic
{Extra/Trivia}
Theme Song(s):
• My Heart Is Broken: Evanescence
• Pheonix: Breaking Point
Astral Sign: Gemini
Hobby(ies): Reading ♤ Dancing ♤ Painting
Favorite Food/Least Liked Food: Chicken and Dumplings/ Sushi
Favorite Color: Red, black
Lucky Charm/Favorite Item: A certain magical scroll/ Blue roses (hide spoiler)]
(view spoiler)[{Personal Info}Name: Siran Lily Feylan
Age: 19
Birthday: Febuary 14
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5
Weight: 160
Race: Human
Current Residence: Feylan
Family:
Father: Ezra Angelo Feylan
Mother: Angelique Ermosa Feylan
Sister: Salice Rose Feylan
Allies:
Enemies:
Personality:
Although appearing to have more innocent charm than her smaller, yet elder sister. Siran has a seducing charisma that beckons those whom see her to her side with ease. Her aura, after all, holds a promising embrace of protection, and an offering of tranquil peace. Figuratively, the entity that is Siran, is described to be the most warmhearted beauty, with a kindness in its own bountiful category. Although, metaphorically speaking, she does have a lot of love to give. Usually in the form of smiles or darling gifts; the gift themselves she tries really hard to prepare to the person's liking. The thought is commendable, and though she does have a bright future in intelligence. Her acts of kindness are criticized, due to her intense popularity. Considering she can't possible begin to organize the presents to each individual in the correct order
Likes:
Dislikes:
Year: college first year
{Appearance}
Skin Tone: Pale
Eye Color: Indigo
Hair Color: Platinum blond
Overall Appearance:
Tattoo(s)?: None
Scar(s)?: None
Accessories?: A variety of simple elegant earings, and an inappropriate submissive collar with a broken chain.
{Status}
Alive/Deceased: Alive
Classification:
Rank?:
Maritial Status/Love Interest: Single/ she's determined to seduce Keith Micheal Angel by all means neccessary
Color:
Weapon:
Abilities:
Class:
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Power- 26/30
Magic- 30/30
Skill- 28/30
Leadership- 20/30
Control- 30/30
Physical Strength- 25/30
Strength(s):
Weakness(es):
{Plot}
Personal History:
{For MAGES}
Magic Affinity: Water, psychic
Known Magic Elements: Water
Spell List:
{For HOUSEHOLD MEMBERS}
Household Name: Feylan
Household Number: 79
Master of Household: Salice Rose Feylan
Household Item: Pheonix sceptor engraved with mysterious characters
Element: fire, psychic, and nature
{Extra/Trivia}
Theme Song(s):my link text
Astral Sign: Capricorn
Hobby(ies):
Favorite Food/Least Liked Food:
Favorite Color:
Lucky Charm/Favorite Item: (hide spoiler)]
* means will be updated(view spoiler)[Name: Rajek VolkeAge: 18
Species: Human
Category: assassin
"Don't speak to me or you may loose your tongue. Do not touch me or i will rip you in half. Do not look at me for i am the last face you will ever see."
Appearance:
History: Stolen from his original family by ninjas. Rajek suffered grueling training from the head Ninja Volke; the most powerful in the clan. He has been ordered to destroy the rebels and the royals either by force or by technique. His one wish in life is too see every rebel and royal dead by his hand! (To be edited)
Abilities: enhanced senses
Summons sword
Family: Volke: his adopted father
Other clan members
Personality: "i will destroy those who will stand in my way." Rajek has a dominating, cautions, brave, bold, serious nature. He is heartless and emotion less, holds no mercy.
Technique:
Against males: uses stealth and his senses to defeat his enemies
Against females: he charms and makes them fall in love with him before killing them
Relationship status: forbidden to love another human being
" Love is a foolish crime that i will have the pleasure of destroying." (hide spoiler)]
