Fantasy The Fall of Heaven | Character Sheets

[Purity]

PREFACE​

So, here's some of my ground rules as far as characters go.

• You can have as many characters as you can handle, but please, if you're going to have multiple characters, each of them should have equal interaction time with other characters.
• When you fill out your character form, I expect details and specifics. Your characters should be so well described that it's like you're their closest friend in real life. Would you describe your closest friend in just a couple words? No. So elaborate.
• Just as we hate stupidly perfect characters, we also hate those that are stereotyped to one aspect. This falls in the same token as the previous rule, but we've all had to deal with an edgelord, or a psycho who's insane for absolutely no reason. Nobody's that one-dimensional. Give your character depth and reasons. Thank you.

Now go, have fun, but most importantly, be correct.

CHARACTER FORM​

NAME:

AGE: (Angels do have an age. They’re created when certain auspicious events occur, which can literally be anything.)

GENDER:

RACE: (Just remember, there’s no in-between for any of these unless you really want it. If that’s the case, ask me what you wish to do.

PERSONALITY:

MAGIC: (Try not to think of “stereotypical” magic.)

EQUIPMENT: (Weapons, trinkets, other magical items, etc.)

SKILLS:

APPEARANCE: (Faceclaim or written description, I don't care.)

BIO:

OTHER:


If there's question or something you think should be added, don't hesitate to speak up.

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[idalie]

WIP

NAME:
Asiah Desrosiers

AGE:

GENDER:
Female

RACE:
Angel (Cherubim)

PERSONALITY:

MAGIC:

EQUIPMENT:

SKILLS:

APPEARANCE:

BIO:

OTHER:

♪ ♫ ♬I'm loving angels instead♪ ♫ ♬
If you don't know Robbie Williams get out thanks​

 

[Literary Revenant]

NAME: Kurona Mirunai - The Walking Storm

AGE: 21 Years old.

GENDER: Female

RACE: Human of Japanese Origin.

PERSONALITY: Kurona is a human sponge of sorts. She reads the emotions of others based on their voices or movements. Since she has been around Sares for many years, she has grown accustomed to her cheerful demeanor. She is very curious, but ultimately she feels lonely. Lonely because of her blindness, she hears and feels many things, but can never see them. In her heart is a yearning to see the world. She hates being touched by anyone who isn’t Sares, especially if it’s sexual. Overall she is curious about the world but is easily upset if her blindness is mentioned or if she is physically handled by strangers. Prone to crying if harassed.

MAGIC: Kurona is not Thor, she does not will lightning into existence, in fact she uses special relics that her mother used. These relics were gifts from the Shinto Kami Susanoo, Amaterasu, and Ryu’Jin. She has 3 relics in total, which grant her 3 abilities. Forceful Arcane (Kyoryokanu Higi), Warming Spirit (Odan-Ka Seishin), and Dancing Storm (Hitosashi Raiu).

Forceful Arcane: Basically as it sounds. Kurona manipulates kinetic momentum onto targets, most commonly clouds and the atmosphere. For example, to create a small thunderstorm, she alters the rising air in an erratic fashion, making it unstable. (Often with a flourishing dance) If no warm air is present in the storm, she can use Warming Spirit to heat the air. Once the air is warm and unstable, she forces it upwards with Forceful Arcane. The rising warm air when combined with the ever cold air creates a small thunderstorm.
Warming Spirit: An ability where Kurona warms the air around her, just enough to heat cold air. Often done with a breathing excercise and a flowing dance. Dissipates after a short time, Meaning storms created with Warming Spirit don’t last unless used consistently.
Dancing Storm: The ability that Kurona is famous and infamous for. After creating a storm, Kurona can use herself as a living lightning rod with a vibrant dance, channeling lightning in and around herself or at a targeted location. If the lightning isn’t targeted, it strikes randomly around her in a 10 meter radius. This is also known as Walking Storm, (Araku Raiu) Due to her blindness, this ability is Greatly hindered unless she is guided by Sares or another force.

EQUIPMENT: Kurona does not have any real weapons, instead she has 4 trinkets, 3 of which are Kami relics. The first relic is a ceremonial tanto blade that has the Kanji “Dancing Storm” etched into the blade, gives her Forceful Arcane, gifted by Susanoo. The second relic is a sun shaped bracelet that she wears in her right wrist, gives her Warming Spirit, gifted by Amaterasu. The third relic is a blue pearl necklace with a gold setting and a braided gold cord, empowers Dancing Storm, gifted by Ryu’Jin. Lastly she has her mother’s hair comb, made of Tsuge wood, it has cherry trees carved into the handle, and is used to comb her hair daily.

OTHER: As I mentioned previously, Kurona is completely blind. When she is not being led by Sares, she relies on her hearing and touch to travel around. Kurona prefers a woman’s company over a man’s due to Korlaius’ attempted assault on her. She has a romantic interest in Sares.

APPEARANCE: Kurona is short, Standing at maybe 5'2". She has long black hair that is always kept combed and neat, some parts kept up by a couple flowers, particularly cherry blossoms when they are in season; and other blooming flowers when they are not. Her eyes are of a strange silver color, not the opaque white of cataracts but simply silver, as if her Iris's were silver coins. Oftentimes she keeps her eyes covered by her hair, or her hands when casting magic. Although she is 21, her body is considered undeveloped by most. While it’s still feminine, her features are small, hardly noticeable underneath her kimono. Speaking of which, Kurona wears modified Kimonos consisting of white flowered tops and loosely form fitted bottoms that are tailored to give two inches of room for her feet, she does this to prevent tripping on herself. She commonly wears fur lined boots, but prefers a heeled shoe. Her ethnicity is best described as Asian, Japanese in particular. The main distinction there is her ivory skin. As she is isolated from society, she doesn't know to smile too well.

SKILLS: Although she is blind, Kurona is an excellent dancer, considered a prodigy by her mother. She uses her skills in the Dancing Storm. She loves to dance to Sares’ singing, music with a strong beat, and thunder (as its very bassy.).
Kurona is a decent seamstress, easily able to see clothes for herself and others. (Most often for Sares.)

BIO: Kurona Miruna, otherwise known as the Dancing Storm, was born near o e of the settlements of the 4 Demon Gods Twenty one years. She was completely blind at birth, unable to see anything. As a child, her father left to join a group of wanderers, leaving her mother to raise the young girl on her own. Kurona’s mother was known as a weather witch, being able to affect the weather with the assistance of holy trinkets. Using these gifts, Kurona’s mother kept their house hidden in a dense fog. Kurona sought to learn these secrets but her blindness limited her to certain types of energy that she could feel, like lightning even without a relic. Although it was incredibly difficult, Kurona learned how to maintain small thunderstorms and electrical fields, which she often used to light the fireplace.

For years, Kurona les a strict routine. Early in the morning before dawn, Kurona and her mother would refresh the fog barrier, making sure there were no openings for Demons to enter. After that they would visit the small Shinto Shrines to purify themselves of any demonic energy that may have attached itself during their rituals. Breakfast of rice and preserved fruit is eaten followed by a second purification and finally a prayer to 4 Shinto Kami for protection against the Demons. This continued for fifteen years until one day, Kurona’s mother was killed by a low level demon after she had accidentally released the fog during their morning purification. At dawn, her house, which lied on the borders of a Demon God, was quickly swarmed by demons forcing Kurona to abandon her home and find sanctuary elsewear.

For days, Kurona blindly wandered the frozen wastelands with no food and little water. By chance she stumbled onto a large group of wanderers. These wanderers claimed to be from a caravan who traded goods and services with various settlements across the land. Upon noticing her lack of money, food, and shelter, the caravan leader offered Kurona a spot in their caravan until they arrived at their caravan until they arrived at the next town. Another man, named Korlaius, heavily objected thinking that a blind woman would be a greater burden than what she was worth. The leader’s daughter, a girl named Sares Valiin, gave Kurona her support allowing her a spot in her branch of the Caravan. Sares treated Kurona to hot food and a welcome change of clothes.

In return for their kindness, Kurona did simple chores, mending clothes and cooking meals. During this time, Kurona would occasionally dance for the Caravan, demonstrating her power over lightning and thunderstorms with elegant, graceful dances often dancing to songs Sares would sing; this earned her the title: Dancing Storm. Kurona and Sares grew to be good friends, with Sares sharing stories of Angels: beautiful holy creatures of light who, for millenia, residen in a place called Heaven where they sang songs of worship for their creator. Kurona found some similarities in Sares’ stories and the stories her mother told her. Both were inspired by different sources and were equally fascinating. Later that night, Kurona was in her tent at the edge of the Caravan camp, performing her nightly purification ritual, when she was interrupted by one a man, Korlaius. Korlaius was audibly upset with Kurona’s continued presence in the Caravan, to the point of extreme action.

The man demanded that Kurona leave immediately. Since she did not have anywhere else to go, Kurona refused. Outraged, the man attacked Kurona, slicing her across her back with a blade of some kind. As blood oozed from her wound, Korlaius viciously tore off Kurona’s clothes, exposing her body. At this point, Kurona learned of Korlaius’ unsavory, lustful intentions and screamed for help. Hearing her cry, Sares charged into the tent, stopping the Korlaius before he could begin his vulgar assault. Sares threw the man away into a nearby crate, but he quickly recovered and struck Sares down. Upon hearing this, Kurona conjured a bolt of lightning using the energy from a brewing storm and electrocuted the man, killing him almost instantly. The force of the attack created a mess in immediate area.

Hearing the commotion, the caravan leader, along with other members of the guild rushed to Kurona’s tent. Witnessing Korlaius’ death and the aftermath of Kurona’s power, he quickly decided that it was time for her to leave. Kurona understood perfectly, and left the Caravan the following morning, temporarily settling in a small village simply known as “Hope.” To her surprise, Sares appeared, asking to join Kurona in her travels. When she asked for Sares’ reasoning, she simply answered “Its time I start a new chapter in my life, and I think that life is with you.” Kurona happily welcomed her company, ready for the step of her journey with a close friend by her side.

Onto Our Next Character!

NAME: Sares Valiin

AGE: 19 years old

GENDER: Female ... Duh!

RACE: Human of European Origin.

PERSONALITY: Sares is very childish, still having the behavior of a teenager rather than an adult. She often procrastinates her duties until the last moment. Likes to tease, taunt, jest, and flirt with Kurona. Extremely defensive towards Kurona. Somewhat lazy. Overall basically an adult teenager, very cheerful and faithful.

MAGIC: Sares does not have any magical capabilities.

EQUIPMENT: At the start of this story, Sares will have basic gear. If this story progresses I imagine she’ll get better equipment.
A steel hand and a half ‘Bastard’ sword, basic leather armor, and an old Celtic style cross made of silver.

OTHER: While Sares believes in angels, she doesn't have a strong faith compared to Kurona. Due to her lack in magic, Kurona weaved Sares a simple sash that contains a small charge of lightning that Sares could use in emergencies. Occasionally Sares and Kurona hold performances for others, often when there are large crowds. Sares functions like a special caretaker for Kurona, helping her with most everyday tasks. Sares knows Kurona is fond of her, and teases her for it.

APPEARANCE: Sares has a youthful appearance. Brown hair with slight red undertones. Bright green eyes, comparable to jade. A well developed feminine figure, one that often attracts the, sometimes unwanted, attention of young men. She stands at 5’8”, taller than some women but not all. Is often smiling. Has a lean well built figure.

SKILLS: Sares is a decent enough fighter, trained by her father to fight with a sword and a shield, specifically with a squad behind her, not one on one combat (dueling).
Sares is a talented singer. Most of the time she sings religious hymns and melodies but she most enjoys singing songs for Kurona.
Being raised by a caravan leader has given Sares quite the silver tongue, and great social skills. Loves meeting people.
Lastly Sares is a good cook, just please don’t ask her to ‘Get in the Kitchen!’ She won’t react well.

BIO: Sares was born to a fairly powerful family, her parents being the owners of a large caravan train. Her mother was from Scotland and her father was from England. During her childhood, Sares had traveled to many villages and settlements, none of them being exactly the same. Always living on the road, however, left Sares feeling empty, without a home to belong to. To make herself feel better, she would often sing songs to comfort her and those who listened. Sares was often praised for having the voice of an Angel. At times she agreed but she would never admit it.

As Sares matured, her mother taught her the history of the world; atleast the last 100 years with the Fall of Heaven and the Demonic Insurgence. What Sares found most interested were the Angels. Not because they were bested by the Demons, but because of what they were: Angels. Creatures of beauty, love, peace, kindness, holiness and light. Powerful beings of faith that have the power to smite the demons back to hell where they belong. Fascinated by this, Sares sought to learn more, seeking books and stories from the many settlements her Caravan visited. Soon she had started a simple routine daily, a routine of prayer to the Angels and an affirmation in their faith. Noticing this rise in faith, Sares' mother gifted her with a special cross to serve as a symbol of dedication to the ancient faith. Sares took it gratefully and wears it proudly to this day.

Religion and faith wasn't the only thing Sares learned. Her father trained her to fight with a bastard sword, a weapon often used by knights in history, particularly those who wanted a compromise between a single handedly sword and a two handed sword. It is a sword small enough to be comfortably wielded with one hand as well as two hands. As she is a woman, the sword often appeared as a woman’s two handed sword as it was longer than most other weapons she had handled. For a brief period of time, Sares was a member of the Caravan guard, protecting the Caravan from potential demon attacks, but soon had to retire after an unexpected event.

One day while on the Eastern roads, the Caravan was traveling to a the town of “Hope”. In the distance, Sares saw a figure blindly wandering through the frozen wasteland. Upon closer inspection, Sares saw that the figure was a woman, a woman of the orient Sares deducted by the style of her clothes and her general appearance. There was another key factor that Sares noticed. Even as her father spoke with the woman, she never looked directly at him eye to eye. Instead her eyes wandered aimlessly, never finding a target.

The woman was blind!

For a lone woman, let alone a blind woman, to be traveling alone in the frozen wasteland aimlessly and without any sense of direction mortified Sares. Surely there had to be a reason why this woman was traveling alone, and Sares was determined to find out. As her father spoke to the woman, their Leading Guard Korlaius stood against the woman, claiming that she would be a far greater burden than she was worth. Upon hearing this, Sares stepped forward defending the stranger. After a long argument, Sares convinced her father to allow the woman to stay, atleast until they arrived at the town of Hope. Not long after, the woman approached Sares, expressing her gratitude and introducing herself as Kurona Mirunai.

To celebrate the arrival of Kurona, Sares sang a song to welcome Kurona. It was a traditional song of an age long before the Fall, sang by ancient pagans as they performed rituals, the song was known as Witches Rune.

Spoiler: WITCHES RUNE

To Sares' surprise, Kurona danced to her song with great enthusiasm. Kurona displayed an elegant dance that combined grace motions with a strange magic that created Sparks of lightning that danced around the campsite.

Spoiler: The Dance

This was an absolutely wonderful sight, never had Sares seen such a gorgeous display, and she found herself enthralled by Kurona's performance. Soon the entire caravan watched the performance, a concert worthy of legend; a lightning dancer performing to the song of a talented singer.

Once the performance was finished, the girls were awarded with thunderous applause. After what seemed like forever, the caravan returned to their previous tasks. Sares spoke with Kurona, asking how she learned to dance. Kurona answered, saying that she learned from her mother. She said that the dance was inspired by a traditional dance done to honor the Kami, God's and Goddesses of her culture. Upon hearing that, Sares shared stories of the Angels and Deity of Heaven, how before the Fall they were the greatest beings in both Heaven and Earth. For a while they exchanged stories, until they separated for the night. However, Sares couldn't sleep. Curiosity brewed in her, about Kurona and what her plans were once she left the Caravan. As She walked silently, thinking of the dance, a loud screaming shot through the camp, coming from Kurona's tent. It was a scream for help. Without hesitation, Sares sprinted as fast as she could, dashing for the tent. Inside was Korlaius, he held a sword in his hand; blood dripping from the blade. Kurona lie on the ground, her clothes torn and her back bleeding. Rage enveloped Sares, she challenged Korlaius, tossing him aside. He quickly recovered, striking Sares down. The next few moments were hazy, but Sares could hear thunder rumbling and lightning striking something nearby. Recovering from the blow, Sares realized that Kurona had used her magic to kill Korlaius with Lightning.

In mere moments, her father and other members of the caravan swarmed the tent, witnessing the carnage caused by Kurona. Sares' father quickly insisted that it was time for Kurona to leave, Sares begged for him to reconsider, but her father wouldn't accept no for an answer. Once they arrived at the town of Hope, Kurona had left the Caravan, yet Sares felt an emptiness. Kurona was an interesting woman with an intriguing faith, but she was also blind; without a guide, Kurona was at risk of being assaulted, or worse slain by a demon. Leaving a farewell letter behind for her father, Sares left the Caravan behind to follow Kurona. Once she arrived at Hope, it didn't take long to find Kurona. Kurona was obviously shocked, but was welcoming. Since that day, Sares served as a guide and guardian for Kurona, not because she wanted a reward, but because she felt a connection to her and that she was obligated to do so. This was the start of a new journey, one likely filled with equal parts hardship and adventure.

 

[Dr.Nekoshu]

Name:
Rexial, of the Warrior Lineage

Age:
29 Long Winters

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Personality:
An extremely upbeat man with a big heart and lots of love towards the wintery world he calls home, and a belief that all things are to be cherished and judgment should not be passed on anything or anyone until they have a chance to speak. And on that note he has no tolerance for what he sees as evil or for those who do not see the value of what life there is. All leading to show his strong belief in a higher deity many say no longer exists as his throne in the realm of Heaven was destroyed with the realm itself.

Magic:
Ignition: The capability to engulf something in flames with focus given to towards the object wished to be ignited by pooling oxygen and heat near the object and using those two combined to ignite it. Igniting things is only capable with things that could catch fire, such as wood, cloth, anything naturally flammable. Though the magic can also be used to engulf something in flames that is not flammable, such as the blade of a sword though this does require a larger amount of focus to make it self-sustaining if only for a few seconds. And the larger the object, the harder it is to ignite or engulf in flames.

Equipment:
- A one or two-handed Longsword
- An Iron and wooden Kite Shield
- Furred Cloak
- Vest and Gauntlets made of hardened hide for protection and insulation
- Fur-lined leather boots that go to his calves
- A set of fur clothing
-Simple circular amulet made of silver hung on a thin leather rope
-A set of four daggers, weighted to be used for throwing

Skills:
- Expert at the use of throwing knives
- Makes excellently cooked meats due to experience and magic
-Amateur Two-Handed Swordplay
-Knowledgeable use of a Sword and Shield combo
-Master Bartering due to excellent people skills
-Decent hunter and tracker
-Minor resistance to the cold

Spoiler: Appearance~!

A man standing at an even 6'0" height, with a build that betrays his journeys through the wastelands that made him a more toned and athletic man than he was upon setting out from home. His eyes the color of fresh grass, a color many have not seen in many winters though the older people he meet enjoy the reminder of easier days. But his hair is a stark contrast to the paled skin and the green eyes, meeting the black of the starless nights or of the deepest caves, ending in a mess that surprisingly helps with removing the snow from ones head.

Bio:
The world of snow and ice has been all that Rexial has known for a home ever since he was brought into it, but unlike most he grew to love it quickly, even though he had no idea of the world before he loved the one he saw, despite how harsh it was to even the strongest in his wandering tribe. His upbringing was that of a warrior, as that is what his tribe consisted of for the majority and he was born into that lineage, one his parents did not think he would fit into given his gentle personality. But they were proven wrong as he grew and was trained, if anything, they found that his caring nature made him all the more fierce through the wish to protect his tribe and any others that the situation presented, something he showed in combat with the demons.

His first battle with the demons was nothing to truly speak of, him and a few of the other warriors defended the camp from wandering demons and drove the small band back, killing a few of their number. But afterwards he was approached by one of the eldest of their tribe, who had made note of his ferocity against the demons, one he had not shown against any other threat. And this brought the elder to see the certain spark in him, and began to teach to him the knowledge that remained to their tribe of Elohim, a benevolent and kind creator, yet strong and passionate for that which he had created... And so Rexial learned of the Fall, why the earth had become cold and harsh, and why the elder believed he should know this as he acted how Elohim had wished his human creations to be. To show compassion and kindness to those of their kind and the same to all things upon the earth, but to also despise all things evil and fight to keep their forces at bay, for him that last part was quite literal now.

These all brought and gave to him his strong belief in the god Elohim, in the fallen realm of Heaven, and in the angels who had fought to keep creation safe whether for their own survival or by the will of Elohim. His belief eventually lead him to be considered as unofficial leader of their tribe, showing he always had its best interests forefront in his heart and mind, he did not wish to be so, showing humility but he agreed not long after to give council to the leader of the tribe and to those within it. And the tribe still wanders the snowy land that they hold as their home, managing each day as it comes, and Rexial prays for both home and tribe each day to a realm many believe gone...

Other:
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[Roxasarass]

{W.i.P}

Eizen, Self-Proclaimed King of Deceit

"If I believed that God was real I don't think he'd ever judge a man. 'Cause he knows us all so therefore he would've understood why we do what we do."

General Information

NAME: Eizen.

AGE: 31.

GENDER: Male.

RACE: Cowen.

APPEARANCE:

The default appearance that Eizen takes as a Cowen is one of a male human, with the looks of a plain young man with a height of 5 feet and 11 inches. Caucasian in appearance with rather pale skin, though not as pale as paper or snow. Eizen has relatively short chocolate brown hair, cut a little bit at the sides with the top left alone. His empty eyes appear to be sunken, with very visible bags beneath them and abyss-like black irises. Typically seen wearing a black gambeson with a matching baldric swung over his shoulder, the holster located on his left hip. A pair of sand colored trousers and black fur-lined boots are what he wears for his lower half.

OTHER:
-Like all other Cowen, Eizen is capable of seeing the life essence of others.
- Eizen doesn't believe in god.

Personality

PERSONALITY: Among those that know of him, Eizen appears to be a person of good will and a benevolent being. Except that he's quite the opposite. Hidden underneath a mountain of lies, Eizen's more like a wolf in sheep's clothing more than anything.

SKILLS:
-Shapeshifting - Eizen is part of the Cowen race, capable of shapeshifting into whatever they've fed on before. Other than Eizen's default form, he can shift into the form of a wolf, a bird, the body of another male, a female, a child and a stag.

-Stealth - Being a Cowen, Eizen is hunted by humans. So whenever he's found to be a Cowen, he's learned how to be stealthy anyway he can, using whatever is in his disposal. Useful for lurking around, subduing people or any other living beings for life essence, when he can't use his magic and assassination if the need arises.

-Combat Prowess - After years of being hunted for what he is, Eizen developed the ability to handle himself in situations where he requires to fight against foes.

Biography

BIO:

Magic & Miscellaneous

MAGIC: Simulacrum - A powerful branch of illusion magic of the Cowen that alludes to the user being capable of manipulating and directly altering the perception of those around them, or in simple terms, the five main senses that nearly all living things have. Effectively making the targeted see what it is the user wants them to see, regardless of if they've seen it before or not. Such a branch of illusion magic is powerful in the right hands with a sufficient amount of control when handling this magic.

When in the possession of a sufficient, Simulacrum could even alter the perception of it's targets so much that it could make them question whether what it is they see is real. Blurring the lines between reality and illusion, making it quite easy for the one using the magic to cause the targeted to become paranoid or, with enough time and effort or enough skill, cause psychological damage to one's mind and make them insane. One could make it so that only a specific person can see the illusion while others can't. Though a person who has enough skill and experience with illusions and specifically of this branch can defer from which is which through tiny imperfections.

With this branch of illusion magic in one's possession, deception can be made easy. Escape especially easy, as one can easily make it so that there are multiple of you in the eyes of the chasers or simply make it so you look like someone else if there's a crowd. Though those with exceptionally high skill in this magic is capable of even making it so that others can feel false pain, an illusion so great it makes the targeted feel like their in pain when they really aren't. Others on a master level of skill can also essentially change the entire perception of the world around someone.

Though it all depends on the user as to how they wish to use this magic, one could even make a blind person see something and a deaf person hear if they wanted to. Given that they're skilled enough to do so. A magic as great as this also has great drawbacks when it comes to using it. With the most notable of them being that the target(s) must be in the field of vision of the user before a spell is used, with some of the more powerful spells needing direct eye contact. A Cowen must also be highly skilled, and be almost fully fed to use it.

Other drawbacks include the user needing a will capable of withstanding the illusion they cast if it were to be cast on themselves. There's also the user being able to perceive these illusions themselves, though there are ways of getting around them. Visual illusions that make the targeted see something in a specific area being one of them. Making someone blind is something you do not do as you get blinded too. You make someone feel false pain, you feel false pain. That kind of thing.

EQUIPMENT:
-Short Sword
-Dagger
-Gambeson/Armored Doublet
-Fur-Lined Boots
-Pouch

 

[duegxybus]

WIP

NAME: Ieyra Leisir

AGE: ??? Appears to be about 25

GENDER: Female

RACE: Ophanim Angel

PERSONALITY:

MAGIC:
Light - By transforming her body into light, Ieyra can instantaneously move from one spot to another that's within her range and is not blocked by non-transparent materials. This is reminiscent of teleportation, although she has to physically cover the distance.

EQUIPMENT: (Weapons, trinkets, other magical items, etc.)

SKILLS:

APPEARANCE:

In her angelic form, her hair is a much lighter color and four wings sprout from her back.

BIO:

OTHER:

 

[Meigui]

Name : Seraphina
Age : 50,000(looks about 19)
Race : Angel (Seraphim )
Personality : Sera is very quiet , morbid and a bit insecure about herself, and stubborn but of course being an angel she can be very sweet and caring , concerning herself with others and putting herself in harm's way to protect others. She can be very sheepish but she has a very thick exterior wall portraying herself as a cold hearted person, she is also socially awkward and thinks of herself as better than humans and even some angels
Magic :
Weapon creation : Sera can create two gauntlets in her image on command. with these weapons her hits do more damage and can defend from some augmented abilities , and block weak magic

Empathy: Sera can feel another living or dead feelings pain and emotions, this will usually give her an insight of what happened or how someone felt before they died or perhaps tell her how this person truly feels

healing flames : Sera can use holy fire to heal wounds , although she can not heal fatal or grave wounds

Salvation : Sera can purify a fallen soul of its sins and thereby setting it free of its mortal coil , she can only do this with beings who want to be saved however

Light manipulation : Sera can use the sunlight or any light and manipulate it to blind her foes

Angelic Sense : Sera can sense when another angel has awoken and if one is near

Powers manipulated by faith
Transmutation : Sera can transform back into her angel form , causing her to be invincible , have enhanced attack and defense and grow 6 wings

Smite : She can summon power from the heavens to smite any creature removing its evil influence from the world and completely obliterating it

Wing Thrust : With her 6 wings sera can make a huge thrust of air knocking back enemies within its field

Halo throw : Sera can take her halo and throw it at the enemies catching them on heavenly fire as they get hit and it'll gradually get bigger by the distance it also flies back to her


Equipment: Heavenly Gauntlets
Skills:
Concussive force : Sera can slam the ground causing it to ripple and knocking the target back causing internal and external damage , this has a small range though
Charge : Sera can charge in a linear path with immense force breaking through almost any solid matter , this is very easy to dodge though as she cant change paths once she has started
Burst : With brute strength sera can split and object in half or burst it she only does this with inanimate objects
Guard : Sera crosses her arms and can block any attack be it ranged or melee , however she cant move while she's guarding as shes being protected by a small shield
Enhancement : Sera is more stronger faster and durable than a mortal human

Appearance :

Spoiler

( she is 5 feet and has a very curvy voluptuous figure)

her angelic form :

Spoiler

(she's about 8 feet tall and the earth slightly shakes whenever she walks)

BIO : Seraphina had been around for quite some time in heaven. Even then war with hell was a real threat but had never escalated. She had trained all her life for this exact moment , to protect the gates of heaven , and to ensure that future humans could experience the wonders that where heaven. All of that changed however , once the war had begun she saw how quickly things had escalated , she saw close friends die , innocent humans die and become enslaved , and she could do nothing , quickly her hope diminished, and the war was lost , she was struck down from heaven , forcing to bear a mortal coil punishment for letting the demons win , she wished she would've died and be spared of the feelings of loss and the agonizing pain of losing all her wings , with a human body came human feelings , regret , hatred , sadness , she felt all of these in one single moment, At the time seraphina did not understand these emotions or how her lord could of been so weak , because in her eyes her god was the ultimate creator , how could he lose by his creations , how could he let all of this happen? After this seraphina has become cold , she lost her heavenly glow and became as cold as the world she lives in now.
other:
She loves cuddles and kisses on the forehead