LHudson

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- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -

Doors open, tables around, and soon everyone was sat down, playing half-attention to their commander on front. Made sense, these angels weren't built for war, more like fodder to come both first and last, depending entirely on their effectiveness. Least effective become cannon fodder to take the blunt of the enemy's first strike, while the more effective ones are tied up on patrol, making sure that a counter attack doesn't come in too quickly. The position pained Flos, who sat down and looked intently and the commanding officer. He was hoping to be pushed towards the enemy, or maybe get that long-awaited order to storm the gates and extinguish the flames that don't belong in this world or any other. The commander had only babbled on about what might happen, what could be happening, not what should happen.

"You don't belong here, Fallen."

He heard that word too many times before. 'Fallen', not one he would personally use but one that seemed to serve to only shackle his potential. It would imply that he fell from a higher pedestal and negatively impacted himself, but from what he learned and did, why should he be called Fallen? Only thing that distinguished him out from the others were his black wings, the one thing that marks him out as a Fallen. He only had what he salvaged from the gore pile he created and fused it with himself, apparently enough to interfere with his soul. He turned his head slightly and simply said, "If you want to live, shut up and listen to your commander." He wasn't wrong, the only thing that kept the angel from death could lie in the commander at front, and it was also the only way he would get the fool to shut up.

"Maybe you didn't hear me, you've gone through the wrong door." Flos turned his head to see the angel at the corner of his eye. "The Gates of Hell are way out of the city, so why don't you return with your spawn you freak?"

Flos clutched one of the sisters with his hidden arm, only hidden from view from the people confronting him. "Believe me, if I could I would. Then again, not like you to face a real fight."

He heard a sharp breath, struck a nerve, excellent. "Watch your tongue--"

"Hope you didn't talk to your mother with that attitude, or it's unlikely Deva will want you in leagues length of her."

The angel leaped towards him, and with one quick turn two cuts appeared on the young angel's wings. He convulsed on the floor to the open wounds, and the others around the two reacted accordingly. Some were surprised, some simply looked at the commotion, while two others talked about what might have happened, all while Flos looked at the foolish boy with a dark sense of satisfaction.

"Sabium, do we have a problem?" the commander called out, forcing Flos to pass his attention to the two central characters of the room. The young one was rolling from side to side, while the commander made no attempt to interfere practically.

The sister was sheathed, and Flos sat back down. "No sir."

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- THE FLOWER OF DEATH -

The group started their walk back, making their way back to the city after ensuring the no-mans-land was clear. Disappointing really, no follow up scramble, no attempt at surrender, just not one single demon in sight to vivisect and butcher. Instead they were going backwards, not one step forward, just crawling back behind the safe walls instead of following up on their supposed great victory. Moral was high amongst the angels, and even the most dim-witted of military officers would be able to suss out that another attack could cripple them.

But alas, Flos was confined to join those on the same duty back into friendly territory, frustrated by the cowardice shown from all sides. It tempted him to go rogue and head back into the field alone, but he knew the consequences and quite frankly, he at least wanted to see Mazreal is some form, dead or alive, that was the end goal. He looked at everyone around him, and as expected the focus was away from the black sheep.

He'll find a way to head back into fights, he just needed to buy some time and be patient, and if it didn't work then his fellow comrade will be proven wrong.

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- THE FLOWER OF DEATH -

The field was silent, and the dust had settled. That's what Flos has head as he took his position to once again view the eternal battleground. Death, decay, darkness, all in one place that did nothing but scar the land beneath it. Flos took his place and simply observed. He had arrived too late to partake in a battle that the Heaven's won, but he wasn't a part of that, a part of history. He didn't crave his name to be placed in history books, he craved for every chance he could get to get closer to the gates of Hell.

"Fine view?" came a voice behind him, a lackey, unimportant, barely worth time caring. Flos observed the soldier of heaven look at his blackened wings. Looked like he either didn't know who he was, or found the opportunity to meet a fallen angel too exciting to pass.

"Finding death 'fine'?" Flos exhaled, the beckoning voice echoing the local landscape for ears too distracted to hear. "Pathetic."

"Compared to you, I am. Though we were foolish to sign ourselves up for this path." The lackey took a seat and continued observing the aura, somehow not intimidating enough to sway him into a different conversation partner. "You know it'll likely not end in our life time, the conflict--"

"I am too aware of that, I've heard it many too many times from morons who want to either lock me up or pull me away from the field." He looked back at the field. "Mazrel, that's all I need--"

"And you're going to try and find him?"

"I need to see him alive or dead," he exhaled before taking a deep breath. "Deva be damned". He reached his arm out to call for the Final Gaze, whom obeyed his command and turned brighter. "If she was so intent on ending the war," his voice got louder and more aggressive as the Final Gaze grew brighter and brighter. "...then why the hell are we stalling!?" He slashed the air, and the bright knife edge travelled through the abandoned plain with speed, before coming to a halt in the distance.

"The attitude will get you killed, you know?"

Flos breathed heavily as he continued his observation, hearing the deep boom from the distance to where the his wrath had arrived, with the bastard-sword departing shortly thereafter. "Maybe that might end the misery."

"Will it end Mazreal's?" Flos turned around. "Isn't that why you're here?" The lackey stood up. "Isn't that why you incorporated destructive elements into yourself?" Flos kept his gaze at the unshaken soldier. "The recent victory set the others back possibly years. I know you have waited for decades but you need to be patient. You'll arrive at those gates soon enough." The lackey left, and the black-winged soldier was once again left alone with the haunting view.

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@TheWindel Sounds good. If someone can summon him then I will be more than happy to bounce off that :D

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@Lonewolf685 Awesome :D

Now.....time to start somewhere :p

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Flos, The Flower of Death

Name: Sabium Flos, "The Flower of Death"
Title: Frontline Captain
Age: About 75
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Heaven
Race: Fallen Angel
Height: 7ft

Personality: The decades of war have worn down Flos. Entering as someone wanting to end the fires of war, now stuck in a never-ending cycle of death and killing. The war has made him stoic, narrow minded, calm, and sometimes arrogant in his speech. His fights against his enemies has become routine to him, and while he clamours for a challenge to change the monotony of the war, he is fine dealing with wave after wave of enemies in order to at least maintain the status quo. His deep voice continuously portrays that of tiredness and grit, with a hint of determination. He has become tired, and sometimes feels disillusioned by the Imperator's orders and motives.

History: Flos entered the war after a disastrous operation that captured his sworn brother, hoping to breach the gates of hell and rescue him from what he imagined to be a never ending nightmare. He immediately took to the frontlines, demanding he take part in the charges that would possibly bring him closer and closer to his end goal.

Over the years the constant cycle of death and a fluctuating frontline has taught the angel that there is a possibility that he may never be reunited with whom he previously held dear. Demanding that he try to sneak into Hell itself, it was rejected instantly due to the potential dangers another prisoner could do to the Angels of Heaven. Ignoring the demand to maintain a defence, Flos instead took to the field and placed himself deep behind enemy lines, where he fought for several days against the race he hated, and the machines who though themselves higher than what they were. Flos continued fighting for what felt like several months, not stopping, still killing, and infusing the lessons and equipment he got into his own arsenal.

The fighting came to a conclusion when the frontline finally arrived to Flos' location, though the angel they saw was very different to who they previously saw. The bloodlust and the continuous combat spread doubt into the relative young angels mind, and thus started feeling alienated from those who he previous considered masters at their craft. His wings turned black, and the fusion of everything he learned and gained made him a black sheep of the pack.

Despite this, the fight he put on gained him a nickname that spread throughout the field, the Flower of Death, and those who encounter the fallen angel will likely seek death.

Powers: Slash - The power requires Final Gaze. It allows the angel to send out a wave that would cut through enemies, providing that they are caught in the deadly but narrow effect. Unfortunately it requires a noticeable buildup that brightens up Final Gaze before firing. The longer the buildup, the more damage the slash causes.

Shockwave - Like the slash, a power that Flos requires Final Gaze for. It involves a shockwave being emitted from the blade and requires such a buildup. The wave can blast enemies away from the source, and depending on it's charge up can cause significant damage to foes.

Shield - Developed from his experience fighting the Machina during his slaughter. The combination of lower technology and the power of the fallen angel. Raising his left arm activates the shield, which allows the angel to not actively focus on the ability, with the side effect feeling like he is carrying a heavy load.

Control - During the continuous fight Flos took part in, he learned how to control lesser thralls which would put a strain on his mind everytime he would use it, due to it's demonic origins. The power only effects weaker minded demons, and commonly leads to Flos getting exhausted.

Weapons: Final Gaze - A bastard-sword length angelic weapon that is used as his primary weapon against foes. While out of combat it is kept hidden, but when a one-on-one counter is inevitable, or should Flos need to utilise it against a horde of enemies, it will materialise. The white haze that leaks from the sword shows what side it is on, in contrast to the black haze that Flos reeks of.

The Sisters - A pair of miniature scythes on Flos' person. He normally wields one of the two since his dominant hand is focused on his primary weapon, but does wield the other when it comes to close quarters combat.

Equipment: Black Wings - Self explanatory.

Other: Combat theme

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@TheWindel

Image right here. And yeah, fights for angels, uses angels weapons, though his approach leans towards darkness than light.

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@LHudson I would say that Flos and Torag would get along famously, but Shield tho...

@Mega Birb

Should clarify that it only covers one side, the side the arm is facing, and not the whole body. It's more like a kite-shield than anything :p

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Awesome, here we go :D

Flos, The Flower of Death

Name: Sabium Flos, "The Flower of Death"
Title: Frontline Captain
Age: About 75
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Heaven
Race: Fallen Angel
Height: 7ft

Personality: The decades of war have worn down Flos. Entering as someone wanting to end the fires of war, now stuck in a never-ending cycle of death and killing. The war has made him stoic, narrow minded, calm, and sometimes arrogant in his speech. His fights against his enemies has become routine to him, and while he clamours for a challenge to change the monotony of the war, he is fine dealing with wave after wave of enemies in order to at least maintain the status quo. His deep voice continuously portrays that of tiredness and grit, with a hint of determination. He has become tired, and sometimes feels disillusioned by the Imperator's orders and motives.

History: Flos entered the war after a disastrous operation that captured his sworn brother, hoping to breach the gates of hell and rescue him from what he imagined to be a never ending nightmare. He immediately took to the frontlines, demanding he take part in the charges that would possibly bring him closer and closer to his end goal.

Over the years the constant cycle of death and a fluctuating frontline has taught the angel that there is a possibility that he may never be reunited with whom he previously held dear. Demanding that he try to sneak into Hell itself, it was rejected instantly due to the potential dangers another prisoner could do to the Angels of Heaven. Ignoring the demand to maintain a defence, Flos instead took to the field and placed himself deep behind enemy lines, where he fought for several days against the race he hated, and the machines who though themselves higher than what they were. Flos continued fighting for what felt like several months, not stopping, still killing, and infusing the lessons and equipment he got into his own arsenal.

The fighting came to a conclusion when the frontline finally arrived to Flos' location, though the angel they saw was very different to who they previously saw. The bloodlust and the continuous combat spread doubt into the relative young angels mind, and thus started feeling alienated from those who he previous considered masters at their craft. His wings turned black, and the fusion of everything he learned and gained made him a black sheep of the pack.

Despite this, the fight he put on gained him a nickname that spread throughout the field, the Flower of Death, and those who encounter the fallen angel will likely seek death.

Powers: Slash - The power requires Final Gaze. It allows the angel to send out a wave that would cut through enemies, providing that they are caught in the deadly but narrow effect. Unfortunately it requires a noticeable buildup that brightens up Final Gaze before firing. The longer the buildup, the more damage the slash causes.

Shockwave - Like the slash, a power that Flos requires Final Gaze for. It involves a shockwave being emitted from the blade and requires such a buildup. The wave can blast enemies away from the source, and depending on it's charge up can cause significant damage to foes.

Shield - Developed from his experience fighting the Machina during his slaughter. The combination of lower technology and the power of the fallen angel. Raising his left arm activates the shield, which allows the angel to not actively focus on the ability, with the side effect feeling like he is carrying a heavy load.

Control - During the continuous fight Flos took part in, he learned how to control lesser thralls which would put a strain on his mind everytime he would use it, due to it's demonic origins. The power only effects weaker minded demons, and commonly leads to Flos getting exhausted.

Weapons: Final Gaze - A bastard-sword length angelic weapon that is used as his primary weapon against foes. While out of combat it is kept hidden, but when a one-on-one counter is inevitable, or should Flos need to utilise it against a horde of enemies, it will materialise. The white haze that leaks from the sword shows what side it is on, in contrast to the black haze that Flos reeks of.

The Sisters - A pair of miniature scythes on Flos' person. He normally wields one of the two since his dominant hand is focused on his primary weapon, but does wield the other when it comes to close quarters combat.

Equipment: Black Wings - Self explanatory.

Other: Combat theme

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So.....room for one more?