[OOC] Essence of the World II: Tears do Fall

[Fallenreaper]

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[Krauxis]

I make stupid post

[Fallenreaper]

Krauxis said
I make stupid post

Every story needs humor and no post, not even two PCs being their normal, lay back selves, is a stupid post. :P Trust me.

[Ichthys]

Cecil Lancaster

Basic Information

Name:

Cecil Lancaster

Age:

(Apparent) 28 // (Actual) 24

Race:

Human

Personal Information

Social Status:

Member of Omnity in Koa

Relations:

Family: Cynthia Lancaster (mother; died of age-related sickness), Cyrus Lancaster (father; alive-living in Koa), Cillian Lancaster (younger brother; alive-member of Omnity in Kenan; unbeknownst to others, he is possessed by a demon), Cecilia Lancaster (younger sister; alive-living in Koa with father), Ciera Lancaster (older sister; alive-member of the Gospel in Loom)
Friends: Currently, none, other than some familiar acquaintances and his family.

General Activity:

As a member of Omnity, Cecil often acts as a guard patrolling the streets of Koa, when not assigned to any specific mission. On his days off, he usually spends time at the Lancaster Family home, reading a book, doing simple errands or lounging around.

Personality:

Since I actually hate writing personalities in long-form because I find personality to be semi-fluid, changing with situation but holding a constant "temperament", I will opt to say will reveal in the IC, but because I do have the idea for this character's general temperament, I will also include a short list of the basic traits of this character:
- Hardworking
- Overly Sympathetic
- Idealistic and a Perfectionist
- Mature and Family-oriented
- Obedient

Biography:

"Well, the beginning of my life was pretty average. I was born as the first son of Cyrus and Cynthia Lancaster, two middle-class parents in Loom. My dad was a professor of Angelic and Demonic History at one of the universities in the city - he was always into that stuff; my mom was a stay-at-home mom, but she was the hardest worker I've ever seen. I've never met another person with as big as a heart as my mom's; she dedicated her whole life to keep the family together, happy and healthy.

My younger years were pretty normal. I attended school, in the shadow of my over-achieving sister Ciera, the girl who was good at everything - sports, school, even things like theatre and art. Ciera was seen as the genius of the family, the perfect daughter. I was expected to live up to the standards that my sister had set; in fact, that's what I dedicated my whole school life to, trying to fill Ciera's footsteps, but it wasn't easy for me. I attended countless tutoring sessions, tried out for every sports team, practiced and studied for whatever, big or small, for countless hours. I basically wasted the first half of my life trying to be a clone of my sister. I didn't have a social life outside of my family, I wasn't happy and I was always stressed. And why? Because I was afraid of failure, of being a disappointment, of being the black sheep?! ... *sigh* But in hindsight, it wasn't all that bad. I mean, I guess it wasn't completely pointless.

What I'm trying to say is, regardless of whether I enjoyed it or not, or whether it was good or bad, it helped make me the man I am today.

Anyways, when I was in kindergarten - I was about 4-5 years old - my younger brother Cillian was born, and immediately I was jealous of him, well not at first. At first, I was relieved. The spotlight was taken off me, and I was content for a bit. But then, I missed the attention. I had lost the push from my parents to grow and become what they expected me to be. I was ambitionless, without guidance and without direction; I felt pretty worthless, after the initial relief died away. Luckily for me, after Cillian's first couple of vulnerable years, my parents returned some of their focus back to me and I was pushed once more to do better, to try harder. But, I never fully got over that jealousy for my little brother, who, in my eyes, had my parents wrapped around his finger.

As I grew, my brother and I butted heads, but our relationship was never really bad. We would get into fights, arguments and wrestle, but after some time, we would act like it never happened. Still, every time he did something worthy of praise, I would try to one up him somehow. Basically, because of no one else's fault but myself, I tried my best to become the perfect heir of the Lancaster name and it worked, I guess.

I became the figurehead of the family; crap-tons of responsibility burdened my shoulders as time passed. As Ciera blazed her own trail, away from the family, I spent my time at home, being a caretaker to Cillian and Cecilia and also my mom, once she started getting ill. Of course, we tried our best to get her help, but her body was just starting to wear down from all her work - I mean, she was only 54 at the time; she wasn't that old. But still, one day, she passed on to wherever the dead go. At least, she died before things really started going down the drain.

Only a few months had passed when Hell's Gate broke down and the war between Angels and Demons escalated and found its way to our home in Loom. Things went from bad to worse, and we spent day-after-day just trying to not day, barely surviving. Somehow, and I can't even explain how, we were able to escape the destruction of Loom. We were able to find our way a small city to the north of Loom. No, not Kenan; this was a smaller city, not well known. It was a safe place for awhile, as we waited for the war to deescalate. But it never really seemed to.

After some time in the small city, we found out about Omnity, which was just a little, fledgling group at the time. A team of their recruiters had come to town, preaching their philosophy of peace and equality for all, despite race, and all of use just kinda took to it. Well, except for Ciera; she blamed the demons and angels for all of the destruction they had brought to Loom and the world, and she couldn't understand why any of us would be wiling to forgive them and attempt to establish peace. The day we officially aligned ourselves under the banner of Omnity was the last day we ever saw her. Word has it that she's in Loom now, recruiting for the Gospel. We, on the other hand, made the journey to Koa where we could better serve Omnity, as well as live in relative peace, although Cillian did recently set off for Kenan, thinking he would do Omnity better there.

These days, I'm just a simple guard, doing the missions I'm asigned to do, trying to maintain peace and order, trying to protect my family, and just hoping this war will be over soon."

Combat Information

Abilities:

- Self-Gravity Shifting: The ability to instantaneously change the direction which gravity pulls oneself; Cecil can negate the effects of gravity on himself and then create a new gravitational force on another surface, such as the surface of a ceiling, meaning that he can walk on them with ease and no adverse effects. Currently, Cecil's ability is restricted to being only applicable to himself.

Equipment:

- Bulletproof Vest: A standard, run-of-the-mill, bulletproof vest that most human guards tend to wear for protection.
- Steel Fixed Blade Dagger: A standard dagger for close-combat situations.
- .45 S&W M&P Pistol: A modern-day pistol, effective in killing human, demon and angel alike.

Miera the Mountain

Basic Information

Name:

Miera

Alias/Nickname:

The Mountain - Given to her by her angelic comrades as a response to her steadfast nature and strength in battle.

Age:

(Apparent) 31 // (Actual) 29

Race:

Pure Seraph

Wing Size:

Large - Roughly 8ft. in wingspan to allow for efficient flight, despite Miera's armor and weapons.

Personal Information

Social Status:

Miera is a Pure, Battle Seraph, devoted and trained to serve in the holy army of Heaven; her loyalty is unquestioned, her skill is great and her reputation is well-known among angels and demon alike.

Relations:

Family: Inon the Daybringer (father; gray, battle angel; active in duty), Pasreciah the Oathkeeper (mother; gray, battle angel; active in duty)
Friends: Her fellow, angelic comrades.

General Activity:

As a battle seraph, Miera's usual schedule consists of training, practice, sparring and the maintenance of her weapons and armor in the mornings, if there isn't a more pressing issue; and fulfilling her duty as a battle angel for the rest of her time, which usually comes in the form of completing missions, scouting, slaying demons and the like. Every few weeks or so, Miera will get together with her mother and father to spend time with them.

Personality:

Will reveal in the IC:
- Confident
- Dedicated and Loyal
- Tough (in both a positive and negative sense)
- Prejudiced
- Noble but a little Vain

Biography:

"I was born as the only child of Inon the Daybringer and Pasreciah the Oathkeeper, two gray angels whose love first blossomed in the midst of combat, for both were mighty warriors in the angelic army. At birth, I could tell that I was a different, for despite only just being born, I could remember things from before my birth, lifetimes prior to my current one; this was proven true when my first wing was submitted to the Book of Fate, during my infancy, although I do not personally remember that moment as I was so small. Still, my upbringing was relatively normal by any angel's standards, although I wasn't entirely normal myself. I was brought up with other children, human and angel, in my younger years. At that time, I was very naive and foolish, despite being having a larger recollection of my past lives; I didn't realize how lowly humans were. Unfortunately, I spent much of my time raised as the humans, learning, growing, living as they did, all the way until I hit 13 years of age. That was when I was revealed the truth on the affairs of Progaia, a knowledge that evaded my past memories.

By the council, I was chosen to the path of a Battle Angel, a path that my former lives had also taken part of, which suited me quite nicely, and my lessons began. By day, I would attend classes and speeches in the Council room, where I learned the history of Progaia and of Heaven and of Hell from the correct perspective of the Archangels. After the teachings of the Archangels, I was to train for my role; I had the honor of having my own father as my mentor, and he trained me well. Each day, we would spend two hours working on battle technique, one hour on physical training, and another two on sparring.The rest of my time was up to me, so I usually spent it honing my craft, when I wasn't attending classes. And in the rare times where I was not swinging my sword, I was in meditative contemplation, delving into the memories of my former lives.

The earliest I can remember is of a lifetime hundreds of years ago of a Weather Angel named Ehepor, although his life is a large mystery to me as my recollections are fragmented. He lived in a mountainous region where only a small, human village settled. By my current understanding, Ehepor's area was nearby to where Echetus now stands, which I find amusingly ironic. His life was a simple one, devoid of most conflict as he spent his time hand-in-hand with nature from what I could tell. Based on the faint picture I have of his appearance, his wings were tainted with cracks, grays and stone, meaning he was mostly connected to the force of the earth. Now, this is all I can remember about his life, only snippets of a normal life, but something in my mind tells me he led a far more interesting life than my memories show. Still, as things are now, I can not uncover those mysteries; I don't know how he passed away, but I can only assume it was a peaceful death.

The most recent lifetime that I can remember is of the Battle Angel Laniel. My earliest memory as Laniel is of her - my - first battle as an ordained warrior. Roughly 60 years ago, when I was someone else, I first combated a small band of surface demons, mere imps who had possessed willing humans in specific. Three in all, the demons were very cunning but no match for my young blade, as back then, Hell's Gate had yet to rupture - the surface demons were much more sparse and weak. I remember how they attempted to ensnare me with their demonic magic. I was sweating, nervous and scared and excited. As the three focused on their ritual in order to entrap me, I swung at the nearest demon with my halberd - Glory's Reach was my weapon's name. The long reach of my weapon reached the abdomen of the demon who tried to jump away, and a large gash opened up the human's innards, causing blood to pour out like a spilled drink. Some of the lower organs oozed out afterwards; the demon and the human would die from quick blood loss. With its dying breath, the incapacitated demon continued its chant. My right arm felt heavy as magic got a hold of it, pulling it down towards the runic markings etched on the dirt floor. I didn't have much time left. Tugging at the magic with force, I charge to the next demon, halberd impaling through the chest. The demon and I were both surprised that my halberd reached. Then, with a rough yank, the halberd cut itself out of the demon and its momentum led it to decapitate the head of the final demon, the human's head landing a few feet from the shriveling body. Laniel received the title of "Laniel the Bloody" from then on, in light of how vicious and cruel she vanquished evil.

The next memory of note is Laniel's last battle. It began with me and two angelic comrades, a tamer angel and another battle angel, whose names escape me. Together we were commissioned to fight an erupting horde of vampires in a roughly unpopulated part of Progaia. We had been told that there would only be 10-or-so vampires in the tunnel-like caves that served as their vampiric base. Arriving inside the caves, we would soon realize how wrong the estimation was. Inside, it was very dark, but for me and the other battle angel, our eyes allowed us to illuminate the cave slightly. At first, things were ominously empty. The tamer angel, who had found a torch and was lighting it, made the assumption that the vampires had abandoned the place, perhaps hearing of our arrival beforehand. Still, we journeyed deeper into the thick darkness, down the rocky caverns. As we made our way down, skulls and bones, arcanic and runic and demonic markings, and the like dotted the environment, becoming much more common and numerous as we plunged farther in. Soon, we found ourselves in a sanctum of sorts, a roughly spherical temple or sorts, devoid of all things but coffins. Fear rose in our hearts, as we realized how many there were. Not 10, not 20 but approximately 30 coffins lines the walls of the spherical room, with one large, elegant coffin laying in the center. Then, before we could make any preemptive strikes, all of the coffins tore open with vampires ready to battle; they had seen us coming. The tamer angel summoned two of his familiars, as the battle angel and I drew our weapons. The leader of the vampiric horde spoke in a demonic language unknown to me, but by its tone, I could tell he was proud of his surprise. The battle began in the darkness. At first, we held our own efficiently. Two, three then six vampires meet their demise, but we quickly found ourselves outnumbered. We began to run back up the cavernous tunnels, as the caves were too dark and winding for us to fly out. I stood behind my two comrades, using the reach of my halberd to keep the vampires at bay as best as I could. They were very fast unfortunately, and they quickly caught up to us. The first to meet their demise was not me however; it was the other battle angel, who upon realizing we would die if we kept running, made the valiant return into the fray to kill off as many vampires as he could. His last words were for us to flee; he sacrificed himself. Deeply distraught and shocked, the two of us continued to retreat, but the tamer angel then tripped as we neared the entrance, having looked back to see if we were still be chased. We were, and inspired by the act of my fallen friend, I ran over to the tamer and picked them up and pushed them to go on. I, then sacrificed myself in battle for the tamer to escape. I was able to bring three to the death with me, but I was quickly overcome with injury, then death. As I died, I saw the Tamer Angel fleeing, but the light from the entrance blinded me, so I am unsure whether they made it out or not. Laniel's death brought my life.

Three years passed of taking lessons in the Council building, training from my father and times of memory-searching, and soon I was officially inducted into the life of a Battle Angel, a very high honor. Upon my official indoctrination, I was assigned a simple mission with another, new battle angel named Rahap, who became a good comrade and friend to me. Our first missions were quite simple and boring, as this was a few years before the Hell's Gate incident, but when we were both 20, we were assigned the task of looking into one of the rifts described by Vioca, the Seraph Angel. That was when Rahap and I were first educated about the upcoming rupture of Hell's Gate. At the rift, we encountered a couple of emerging demons from Hell, more brutish and powerful than simple surface demons. Fortunately, our combined battle prowess proved to be mightier than the demons, who still suffered some disorientation from just barely arriving on Progaia, in the quick battle that ensued. But that was only a taste of what was to come.

As years passed, the reports of rifts become more common, and the incidents of new breeds of demons made their way to the Council. Then finally, Melody's gate came down, and the War between Angel and Demon met an all-time high. At first, I have served the Council tirelessly, doing my best for the greater good; I took part in countless battles, large and small, in Progaia, defending the hosts of Heaven and smiting evil, although as the days passed, I found that evil began taking much more subtle forms and was becoming harder to defeat. The lines were blurring and something was stirring.

Then, the unthinkable happened, as the demons and the humans made their large assaults on Loom and the Council and each other, forcing the mighty Archangels to their knees. I fought valiantly, to my best but the defeat of the Council shook me. I retreated to the outskirts of Loom, where for the first time, I felt defeat take over. I looked over the falling city with tears in my eyes, as I hid from the onslaught of demons and humans. Never have I felt so low.

Since then, I have joined with the Angelic Remnant, under the command of Saella the Shining, in hopes of returning the world to balance, mending the relationship with mandkind and ridding of the demonic forces."

Combat Information

Abilities:

Miera is a Battle Seraph so her abilities are as follows:
- Superior Physical Prowess: Miera's strength, power, fortitude, endurance, agility, speed and stamina are all far above most other combatants.
- Enhanced Regeneration: Miera's body regenerates at a heightened rate, causing serious wounds to completely heal up in a matter of hours or less.
- Seasoned Combatant: Having been trained into the class of a Battle Angel, Miera is a capable fighter by anyone's definition of the word; she is knowledgeable and efficient in her personal art of war, in both war and battle strategies, and in the creative use of available resources.

Equipment:

- Blade of the Mountains: Miera's personal weapon, the blade is a steel longsword that reaches a length of roughly 40in., give or take a few. The base of the blade is ornamented with some ceremonial gemstones, although the actual hilt is simple. In addition, due to Miera's angelic essence, the sword is highly durable and powerful in comparison to normal, steel swords; the sword also tends to do more damage to demons, What makes the sword so special, besides its appearance and enchantments, is its history, as it has been in Miera's hands for a long time and has slain many.
- Steel Armor: Worn by Miera is a very well-made, steel armor that covers most of her body, although her arms are left relatively bare to give her arms the most freedom and movement in swordfighting. As with her sword, Miera's angelic essence increases the durability and strength of the armor.

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Excuse the shortness of Miera's biography, but regardless, I'm done.

[Mikael]

Welcome, Ichthys. Excellent job =)

Cecil Lancaster and Miera the Mountain: utterly approved.



Celaira, once Slade gives his say (and if he approves), go ahead and add Ichthy's characters to the roster, please.

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EDIT: Ichthys, I just want to inform you in case you missed this regarding the angelic Council. Here's the link... and here's some quoted material for you:

slade said
These days, the Angelic Council has pretty much collapsed, with a large portion of the leadership either killed or absorbed in the Sword that Judas carries within him. They are completely unable to perform their original functions as watchdogs over mankind and can barely keep tabs on their own kind anymore. Rogue Angels are a thing and Guardian Angels aren't the most relevant thing in the world anymore on "official" levels. Not to say you can't play as one. I can see an Angel saving a human and being like "yo i'm protecting you and stuff dawg".

So I'm thinking Miera's bio could reflect a bit on that fact? It's been 1 year since the Council has collapsed. The remnants have gathered already and are trying to fight the Gospel (as evident by Slade's first IC post). Additionally, you'll want to touch bases with Yoshua (and his angel, Saella), as well as Wind, who is knowledgeable about the Council. Hope this helps. =)

[Krauxis]

^This makes me glad that my angel has like no ties to anything else. Sounds like INTRIGUE.

[Fallenreaper]

Krauxis said
^This makes me glad that my angel has like no ties to anything else. Sounds like INTRIGUE.

Like What? Please enlighten me? *puppy eyes*

[februari]

Marie's intro post is up - my apologies about the length. For reference, she is (as mentioned at the end of the bio) in Kenan and currently working at a casino doing a small show called Voodoo Lily. The intro leaves her back at her place in the early morning with a blackjack dealer named Redmond Cruz. He should be considered minor (i.e. probably won't be seen much more). For anyone wishing to interact, you now know where to find her :-)

[Vinsanity]

Debut IC is up, excited and looking forward to interact with whoever my character comes across in the future! Few more posts to really set him up for some life changes and overall demeanor adjustment.

[Celaira]

Note to Ichthys: I'll get your characters up on the roster in a little bit~!

[Fallenreaper]

februari said
Marie's intro post is up - my apologies about the length. For reference, she is (as mentioned at the end of the bio) in Kenan and currently working at a casino doing a small show called Voodoo Lily. The intro leaves her back at her place in the early morning with a blackjack dealer named Redmond Cruz. He should be considered minor (i.e. probably won't be seen much more). For anyone wishing to interact, you now know where to find her :-)

Does the casino happen to have a name by chance? Reason I asked was because Darius is a Casino owner for Sinner's Luck and well, I might be able to use that little fact to be able to tie Marie and Emmet into being at least acquaintances. The main reason I didn't go into details about Emmet's work with Darius and only mentioned them as several jobs was to allow PC connections through that. Just a thought to play on. :P

[Ichthys]

@Mikael: I'll work on that before I start a post. Will be PMing you, Yosh and Wind in a bit for the Council stuff. ;)

[Celaira]

Character Roster updated! Welcome aboard Ichthys!

[februari]

Fallenreaper said
Does the casino happen to have a name by chance? Reason I asked was because Darius is a Casino owner for Sinner's Luck and well, I might be able to use that little fact to be able to tie Marie and Emmet into being at least acquaintances. The main reason I didn't go into details about Emmet's work with Darius and only mentioned them as several jobs was to allow PC connections through that. Just a thought to play on. :P

It can have whatever name you'd like it to have which, by the sound of it, is Sinner's Luck.

[Celaira]

Site Has Been Updated

You can find out what I added on the first page of the OOC!

[Mikael]

Specifically here: The 3rd Post

[Fallenreaper]

februari said
It can have whatever name you'd like it to have which, by the sound of it, is Sinner's Luck.

I figured I would save some time and possibly make it easier to ease over the intro if Emmet and Marie ever met in the rp. :p

[februari]

Fallenreaper said
I figured I would save some time and possibly make it easier to ease over the intro if Emmet and Marie ever met in the rp. :p

Sure. Should they happen to meet, hers would be a fairly new act. She prefers the less crowded bar Redmond found her in and rarely plays roulette, though the few times she's played she's come out with respectable winnings. Her accent sounds French (but isn't) with a Southern twang when speaking English and, along with the angel tattoo and her incessant cigarillo smoking, would be among her most noticeable and memorable traits. Anyone at the casino could have picked up on any of the above in short order.

[Nevis]

So here is my not very rough draft. I'll let you look over it from here and change (or scrap if it's unsalvageable) it as necessary to fit the plot.

Nen Yates

Name: Nen Yates (Nen, pronounced n-eh-n, Welsh for 'heaven, arch, dome', Yates, 'dweller by the gate/gate keeper', Welsh surname)
Alias/Nickname:
Age: 22
Race: Hexwulfen
Appearance:

Nen is a slightly short build young man that is thin and lightly built. His hair is a mix of dark brown and pale bronze-gold, with bangs reaching to about the end of his nose, slightly below his chin in the back and does not cover his ears that naturally parts on the right, though he pulls it forward. His irises are of a similar bronze color-though too obscured in shine and shadow to see usually see well-with brow and lashes of utter black. His skin is tanned with a reddened-olive complexion.
Nen prefers t-shirts of red or cyan, coupled with brown or black pants and a black hoodie/hooded undershirt or jacket in mild weather, occasionally with a bright red scarf. He wears a rather simple tear-drop necklace of phantom-quartz.
Social Status: Nen is not involved in any social hierarchy as of yet.
Relations: As far as is known Nen does have blood relations somewhere. He makes it clear, though, that they are not especially precious to him, nor does he harbor any interest in returning to them. Unbeknownst to him, he does, though, have a Guardian Angel watching over him from afar.
General Activity: Nen was an aimless wanderer and traveler up until recently, always in search of a purpose or calling in life. He is a kind soul, though irresponsible and prone to getting lost in thought and fantasy and often researches folklore and history.

Abilities:

Essence Blade
As per the effect on his soul of his angelic heritage, Nen has inherited a moderately strong and very pure essence. With a proper medium-such as a sword or sword handle-he can extend his own essence in a thin, sustained ray like a sword blade. This blade has no effect on base matter; yet, it acts upon other concentrations of essence-like another living being-much like an electric shock. As such, it can pass through objects and armor so long as they are unmagical, though neither can it parry the mundane. The material looks like pale, concentrated light, of a quality and color similar to the pale light seen through clouds or from lightning.

Palm of Fire
A technique of magic that he has acquired rather than inherited-albeit, his own essence mixed with a demon's likely makes for a wonderful source for it. Nen can create small blasts of fire from his hand.

Demonization
The true and most immediate effect of his demonic parasite/symbiote, Nen's demonized form takes a shape kin to a wurm or dragon. With ebony wings of swan-like design, large keratinous plates of crimson color adorned with blades and edged talons along his hands and feet and an aura that dyes his essence crimson, his hybrid form in it's weakest state looks more like a crossbreed between a demon and an angel; perhaps it is due to his mixed heritage fusing and conflicting. As his form grows stronger, though, and consumes more essence, the wings become keratinous and even metallic and he sprouts a tined, barbed, scaly tail of crimson. Perhaps, if fed enough, he could turn into a dragon in full.

Equipment: Clothes, a backpack, a small amount of money and an old side-sword handle without a blade.

Personality: Nen is a kind, extremely empathic young man prone to vacillation. He is all too able to see things from multiple viewpoints and cares for others deeply while holding scarce little regard for himself and lack confidence, leading him to double, triple and continuously rethink and wonder if he is viewing things accurately, leading to him making few effective (if any) decisions. He is naturally charismatic and makes friends easily even with his nervousness, yet these friendships are rarely maintained. As a response to past experience, he has numbed his emotions, and has difficulty feeling accomplishment or even any joy at all.
Nen has always, though, held a deep-obsessive, even- passion and desire to find his individual purpose or gifts. This blind urge is both his only strong motivator left besides a vague desire to change the world for the better and the hidden 'sin' he shares with his demon parasite. Short of finding a different purpose than the one the Bringer awoke within him, his deepest wish is to find and connect with someone who can empathize with and understand the hate buried inside him.
Part of why the demon who inhabits him first claimed him was for a similar unholy sin, a similar urge and emotion he was rare if not unique in bearing; absolute malice. Repressed and denied, buried deep inside of him is an overwhelming hate and desire to violently destroy everything around him. It was in response to this, originally, that Nen numbed his emotions down and bears such low love for himself-making himself unable to feel such hate as to prevent any chance of succeeding to it and acting on it. As he angers, this is drawn out more and more-and, so, too, the further his lycanthrope form overtakes him.
Nen favors the color crimson and ethereal white and blue and enjoys folklore and history. He especially detests false paradigms and perceptions when others are harmed by extension of those beliefs, and so especially despises zealous patriotism and religious fanaticism.

Biography: Nen was a child born to a poor, seemingly insignificant family, yet inheritor to an angelic bloodline. From an early age, he was obsessed with discovering his gift, the meaning and purpose to his existence. Obsession brings blindness, though, which is made all the greater with the strength granted by bearing an angel-touched soul. Nearing on the 'age of reason', frustrated and distraught with the lack, he invoked any and all who would finally reveal what he was supposed to do-and, bolstered with a stronger soul and unknowingly creating magic by his words, reached out and were heard by a being that had long been inactive.
A demon who had long ago been consumed by hatred so intensely so as to be unique and defined not by his power yet by his unrivaled hate heard as his words bled across the veil and void, and felt the power and untapped potential in them-and something else. A kindred resonance, a shared desire and emotion; a child bearing or indeed even capable of such hate, of a depth to match it's own-never had it felt the same in another. And, so, too, it knew the time of the Gates to crash, the time when it could, at last, perhaps, wreak the destruction it sought was soon upon them. It was no coincidence; it was time.
The Bringer respawned from the void, using him as a host, and whispered to the child, awoke within Nen his talent-destruction and annihilation, even for his kindess. Nen recoiled, buried himself, fought it-and did not realize or sense the interference of another entity-a might angel who subdued the demon. Unable to remove it entirely for both the demon's strength and magnetism towards its own, it was merely buried, defeated, absorbed into the child instead of the reverse. No matter, though; enough damage to the child's psyche was wrought in realizing the same animosity he shared with the spirit. Nearly there did he kill himself to spare the world his existence; yet, thoughts of family and the pain it would cause them stayed his hand. Thus, buried, rejecting of the very talent and purpose he sought and deadened to his malice yet, thus, too, to all other emotion.
Time passes. Nen grew, eternally confused and faithless, always left uncertain of himself afterwords and without any strong goals remaining. When he dawned on adulthood, rather than continue a seemingly worthless and unpleasant education or take a similar occupation, he took to foot and bag and traveled. He has been a wanderer since, looking for any sort of lasting meaning in various locations-or enjoying the world, at the very least.
Then the recent events in Loom occurred while he was present, and was unable to get away. He has continuously had to resort to more violent measures to stay alive (and even fed)-which, in turn, awoke the long-dormant demon parasite and other magic locked away with it. As such, all of Nen's powers have only recently been accessible to him-and the prices that come with them. His animosity gnaws at the back of his mind like an eternal thirst far more than before, filling his mind with thoughts of carnage and blood. Even so, he works diligently to avoid violence as much as possible, and is considering going to a place where Omnity has influence for help.

Bringer of Nothing

Bringer of Nothing

Name: Uknown except by several angels and demons who have not revealed it.
Alias/Nickname: Great Red Serpent, Red God, Crimson Devil, Bloody Archdemon, Archdemon of Malice, Archdemon of Agony, Demon of Heavenly Light, Destroyer Dragon, Blood Dragon, Bringer of Nothing, Wraith of End, Evil Angel, Angel of Malice, Angel of Hate, Light of Destruction, Crimson Aether, Light of Annihilation, Light of Apocalypse
Age: A Firstborn, thus meaning up to 9000 years old. The exact date has not been shared.
Race: Demon (ex-Demon Lord, now a Hexwulfen parasite)
Appearance: His actual (and original appearance) is unknown. When he had it's own form as Demon Lord, his favored forms were a shape akin to a shapeless nightwalker with fierce red eyes (though not an actual nightwalker, just a similar appearance), an angel-like design of male gender, and that of a great, serpentine red dragon. Only his presence, a vague sense of his presence is constant-eyes filled with pure hate, single-colored except in its angel-like form, and a disturbing, angel-like vibration as light and pure as ether. While his literal appearance wavered, the feel, the essence of his expression, did not.
Now, as only a parasite/symboite subject to a host-and one that's very soul has apparently been absorbed in part by Nen's-he seemingly no longer, nor ever, will, ever have a form of its own.
Social Status: Ex-Demon Lord, now none. His position and kingdom were lost-whether forfeited or taken, it is now known only as rumor and not as fact by all save those involved-long ago, before he last entered the Void.
Relations: None known by any save those involved, and they have not spoken regarding the matter.
General Activity: The Bringer of Nothing, as his myriad of titles suggest, was single-mindedly obsessed with bringing about the destruction of the world. It is said that it was not always so-that, early on, he 'fell', and actually fed on even parts of his own essence and destroyed its ability to feel anything other than hate. He took any means available to it to wreak destruction, whether political or or by his own hand.
In current times, his only action is to apply constant pressure on Nen to surrender to their shared malice, grow, and destroy everything. Apparently, Nen is the only thing in all of creation beyond possibly himself that he does not seek to destroy.

Abilities: As a parasite/symboite, he seems to no longer have any abilities of its own. Rather, his own essence seems to bleed out into and infuse its host's, Nen's, granting and/or transforming him abilities related to what he once bore-or may have, had he continued-meaning taking on aspects-or perhaps even the full, given enough essence-of each of his forms. Thus, Nen may eventually become able to become ghostly or ethereal, passing through objects like mist (though not through solid air-tight substances, nor able to affect any base matter for such time), mutate various aspects of his body into increasingly similar form to the Bringer's dragon shape, and suffuse and alter his own essence (and thus essence blade) with the Bringer's trademark destructive crimson light. As with the Bringer himself, though, these are all exclusive abilities; each form can only be singularly, not in combination, nor are any of them available as of yet.
Among the abilities that he did have were the ability to shapeshift into a colossal serpentine, razor-edged-winged dragon that breathed something akin to a blast of ether and light that, even being utterly demonic, could only be described as angelic and heavenly, even as it's effects were like hellfire and lightning. Hence his titles relating to heaven and light, even for his omnicidal and malicious nature.

Equipment: None known since he lost his kingdom.

Personality: Simply put, the 'Bringer of Nothing' is the paragon of malice, hate perhaps literally incarnate. It is said that he feels no emotion other than hate-not sadness, not joy, not lesser forms of anger such as rage-only absolute hate. Since he 'fell', he has only shown one interest-ever-that was not a means to an end-THE End, specifically. Of the world. That one interest apparently involves the human host he is now a parasite/symbiote to, Nen Yates. Exactly what those interests and emotions are, only Nen and perhaps the Bringer's unknown old acquaintances may know. As for Nen-their communication is too vague and undeveloped for him to really know.

Biography: An original demon, he was created with an absolute dedication from the outset and quickly consumed so much essence as to become one of the first Archdemons. Even then, though, he was insatiable; unlike so many others even among the Demon Lords, he did complete only a handful of evolutions-he completed dozens, at least, and, over the course, he devoured pieces of even his own soul in his madness in order to grow, even though such gained him naught. Among these were seemingly his emotions, and it is said that he became genuinely incapable of any emotion other than hate and malice early on. How much of that was due to self-inflicted damage and how much was his own nature is not understood.
Being full only of hate, though, those feelings grew outward, and he at some point became omnicidal-blatantly seeking to destroy the entire world. This is the origin of most of his titles and aliases-all related to his terrifying power, constant evolution and ultimate goal. He seemingly posed little genuine threat, though, as he was unconcerned with anything less than a full apocalypse and so actually rarely caused any significant damage, and, as he was constantly latching onto human hosts and evolving or caught in the Void, he would effectively disappear for entire lifetimes and was absent from his throne in Hell more often than present, meaning even less damage wrought. Even for his absence, his might and the terror he wrought was plentiful evident-so much so that no serious threat to his reign ever arose in his absence, or at least not one that he could not deal with even bound to mortal form.
It is speculated and rumored that, were it indeed a host of demons that destroyed Chime, he was among those that killed Chime herself, though it was the Fleshshaper's beast that wrought the destruction of the Gate. It is known that it was shortly thereafter that he apparently planned to become more active and, for some reason, several demons and Archdemons collectively assaulted and injured him-or killed hist host body, depending on the version of the story told. Some rumors that the attack was because he was nearing or had already found a means to actually annihilate essence, though more level-headed beings understand that not even he was capable of that feat. In any case, he failed to regroup and take a new human host and was lost to the Void.
From then on, no one had heard from him since; the Bringer had abandoned all interaction with the world, voluntarily staying in the Void and away from the world. A clairvoyant angel assigned another to watch over two seemingly unconnected humans. Those two later met, married, and produced a child-a child who, while flesh untouched, bore a marked soul, and one that combined ancient bloodlines filled with angelic essence. Years later, the child bearing a soul touched by the otherworldly and who, though kind and empathic of extreme regard, bore, too, a buried hate that, somehow, matched the Bringer's own, prayed and accidentally invoked any that would answer-including the demon who had been at most half-asleep until then. Finally, years past, the Bringer of Nothing joined the world once again, seeped across the Void and reincarnated in the one being that was ever his own, his own kind, his own kin-one who felt as he did. Weakened by his years in the emptiness and injury prior and confronted by the child's own resistance coupled with the invisible interference of the servant(s) of Heaven, it was subdued and became an attachment to the body and soul, rather than its ruler. Yet it was enough in it's eyes-at least for then.
As Nen, the bearer, developed and grew, he has increasingly applied more pressure to the child to finally lash out and embody the hate they both feel. In recent weeks, this has grown much stronger and Nen has begun taking on visible powers and shapeshifting as a result of the failed possession for the first time.

[Mikael]

That looks great, Nevis. Awesome job!



Fix this code though:

Equipment:[/b[ Clothes, a backpack, a small amount of money and an old side-sword handle without a blade.

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