"He's such a handsome king! But has he not found a suitable queen yet?"
Valentine Raphael Regnier
He is twenty-five years old.
He is a simplistic human.
Currently the king of Raphael.
The only skill he has for battle is his swordsmanship.
Son of a legendary king, Valentine was destined by the people to become one of the greatest kings of Raphael. Such high expectations were placed upon him at a young age, when he was taught how to fight and make peace. He excelled in his speech skills and diplomacy, however his combative skills were inquired. It was very clear that he preferred peace above all other things. His attendance to many parties made him a beloved figure in the kingdom, talkative and intelligent to the men while charming to the women. His bright times of fun and youth would come to an end when his father passed, giving Valentine title to the throne. It's been many years since he took the chair and has prospered into a loved leader, though others insist that he is not assertive enough. That can be true due to his preference of peace over war, talking things out rather than going straight into battle. However, he is defensive and caring about the kingdom, unable to bear the suffering of his people. Though he holds a certain charm to him and enjoys bringing himself into the presence of ladies, he never keeps only permanently and for the most of three hours. Perhaps it's due to his sister or his lack of interest in an actual relationship, but the people can only speculate until time shows. Valentine enjoys taking care of his kingdom and making improvements while priding himself on his ability to keep things intact and holding peace meetings and parties. A charming and benevolent man, what he lacks with a blade he makes up with words.
The benevolent leader of Raphael comes off as a figure to adore, however he suffers from his own complications, especially for being a human. He doesn't see his own strength or power, especially when his sister surpasses him in a fencing quarrel, and hides himself among the people of his community. He enjoys talking to many people and discovering their stories. With a small smile and a hair-flip, he can be an instant hit among women -- or so he thinks. Though he remains strong with his charm, he knows that his sister often drives the ladies away, which he doesn't mind considering the fact that he wasn't committed anyways. While he enjoys the party life with socializing and flirting, he also enjoys the peace and serenity of his kingdom. As long as he feels at ease and balance he has nothing to complain about. He takes upon the duty of diplomacy and yet he can be found as very impatient, barely holding on to his formality through the need to carry a grand reputation. It is also best to keep him away from a battlefield, for he shows distress and can become very rash when being placed into battle. Enabled to make many missteps at front, it is very wise to keep him in the back. Other qualities to mention is that he is a very determined person when it comes to peace. He also seems to nickname anything close to him as for the while he attempts to keep the atmosphere light or neutral as oppose to tense and dismal.
"He's been searching for someone that doesn't exist..."
Lance Desmond Nystrom
He's through twenty-one years of his life.
He is a blessed human.
A warrior to the kingdom of Gabriel.
Not only is he skilled with using pole-arms but he is blessed with eidetic memory.
Lance was destined to live the life of an average human, being raised within the small village in the Kingdom of Gabriel. He grew up with decent-waged parents and was the eldest among his siblings, naturally being protective over his younger brother and sister. All he ever trained in was his strength and will to fight, determined to make himself room in the army of Gabriel. He would describe his childhood as normal until he was eleven, when his family discovered a shocking truth: his younger sister was cursed by a demon. At first, he avoided her at all cost, but he soon acknowledge and discovered the cruelty she was receiving by the middle brother and parents. She was being beaten for something that wasn't her fault, though Lance was late to learn about this and even regrets taking part in hurting her. Even though the curse was upon her, it brought burden to Lance also, for he lost the majority of his friends due to the fear of him being cursed as well. This gave him a chance to practice his abilities within solidarity on a daily basis. Overtime, he would start sleeping on the streets as a way to disappear from the arguments in his household. One day at the age of thirteen however, he came back home to a destroyed home and signed ground. His father, now scarred with burns marks upon his arms, informs Lance that his sister was kidnapped and is bound not to return, though it was clear that his brother nor father wanted her back. He also discovered that his mother passed away, and the last thing they exchanged was a small argument about walking off by himself. Such things have sulked in Nystrom's mind for years as his father seemed to disapprove him. It soon came to Lance's attention that he had to escape this sort of situation, and with that, he escaped the the village in exchange for another at the age of fifteen with the small amount of money he received as a blacksmith. On his journey though, he encountered many strangers, one which happened to be an angel. When she allowed him to open up about his past, he ended up collapsing into her arms and crying upon her shoulder. The gentle angel, mother-like and kind, blessed the boy after hearing his story and his want to make up for his actions. She then traveled with him until they reached the closest town to the heart of Gabriel, where she gave him a silver bracelet with his sister's name engraved inside of it. Lance then travel to nearby towns, yet slowly turned to the military of Gabriel and enlisted as a lowly warrior. This would give him the chance to fulfill a lifelong dream, but do not think he's selfish that easily. He plans on using the constant moving as an advantage towards finding his sister, wherever she may be... However, his plans might change due to the declaration of war and recent events. He's afraid of being stuck stationed at home, which is the last thing he wants. Unsure on whether to give up on his search or his dream, Lance tries to remain confident that he will be able to explore and become closer to his sister, somewhere and somehow...
The boy's blue eyes can give a chilling, intimidating glare. There's no intention in doing this however, for it was something he picked up from his father. He does his best to carry himself as strong with a sense of formality, but reckless friends can easily pull him out of that state. He doesn't mind war or the sight of blood, but when it comes to children, he can't bring himself into harming them. Instead, he can be found caring for them and helping them find their parents, no matter who they are. Well, unless they attack -- but that's another story. This nature can also be stretched out to his friends, but he doesn't have many since he keeps such to and for himself and children. Lance also acknowledges his devoted quest towards his sister as something dangerous and unlikely to happen. He still keeps it as one of his long term goals because, well, he went this far! So why not further? This does split his loyalty between two parties and can make him an unreliable source to run to or depend upon. He can also become easily distracted from a simple task if it means of getting something more from it, such as finding his sister or jewelry to see in a shop.Many may ask why he still searches for his sister and over and over and over he repeats himself, bored by his own repetition. If someone tries to convince him to stop wasting his time, Lance becomes offended and stubborn, constantly defending himself.
"If you've ever met her, she's very kind! But I wonder if there's something under that mask..."
Adeline Michaela Zaphiris
She is nineteen years of age.
She's an angel in disguise.
The youngest princess of Michael.
She has inhuman strength and the skill of strong will.
Born as the stronger twin, Adeline still struggled to stay alive. Her body was frail at the time, but she improved faster than her brother. Still, her parents worried about every leap and jump she made around the gardens and the courtyard. As a child, she was very active, running around the hallways as her maids attempted to dress her properly. However, the scoldings she received about her lack of lady-likeness tamed that nature. It didn't help that she felt a cold shoulder by her twin overtime, who was the closest playmate she could ever have. Since she couldn't become attached to him, she leaned towards her mother and father, admiring their traits of strength and intelligence. Her parents devoted their themselves to teaching her and her siblings, though Adeline display large amounts of interest in reading books. This is why she was often left with a pile of books all day and she would read on, and on, and on. This also kept Adeline in a chair and kept her from bouncing off the walls. Even though the books by day kept her busy, the bed-time stories read to her were her favorites. They were the fairy-tale stories, the ones about the damsel in distress being saved by prince charming or how the underling climbed up to the top of the world. These dreams and stories filled up her childish mind and continued to infest them through her adolescence. Even to this day, she still dreams about the perfect lover for her glass slipper. As she grew older through her childhood, she sheltered herself in the castle's library or her chambers reading, analyzing, and focusing upon her books. During this time, many of her servants were being pulled away from her, finding herself surrounded by maids at her hands and feet. She was sent to more parties too, often getting herself caught up around barons, princes, and rich men. Though she dressed her best and seemed charming enough with her angelic appearance, there wasn't a suitor at her disposal. Whether it was because she was picky, too caught up with fictional men, or simply didn't catch a man's eye is unknown to this day. She does her best not to be bothered with it. Besides, she captured the eyes of many people due to her kindness and gentleness. As she has gotten older, the fantasies of being a beloved, beautiful lady enchanted her everyday. Her chance of day-dreaming would come to an end however on the day of the assassination, that which left Adeline frightened for her siblings and own life. Despite not being queen, she still worries about her brother and elder sister's safety due to the assassination, and is scared of what to do. With the feeling of uneasiness, she attempts to live day by day in her own mental fantasy; a little tea and cake can always coverup the need to stand up and do something...
The childish and playful Adeline could be best known for her spirit. She is considered a joy to be around and likes a good talk no matter who you are. Some may criticize her for being spoiled, but she can't help her love for sweets and dresses. She often daydreams about being saved or having her true love's first kiss -- but, putting the fluffy things aside... Though she may have her head in the clouds, she adores the people of her kingdom. If she has to fight for anything, she will fight for what is fair and morally right. Her emotions can get the best of her though, causing her to act up and break her posture. Even though Adeline has siblings she tends to and cares for she has adapted to being by herself. Thus, she doesn't seek their help often or even think about what they could do for her. With the obvious hobby of reading, she also enjoys strolling through gardens and being active in any form possible. She also has a signature color to her clothes; the majority of her wardrobe is white. Most of her dresses are pure white, with a few exceptions of some having hints of pinks, yellows, or blues, and this isn't including her nightgowns. As much as she enjoys reading fairy-tales, myths, and legends, she also enjoys being pampered because... well, who doesn't like the feeling of being a princess?
"Just do what she says and you'll be safe and sound."
Lenore
She's is seventeen years old.
She is a cursed human thanks to the demon Aislinn.
The head bishop for Lucifer.
She is able generate blue-fire, but has a hard time controlling it.
Lenore remembers her name being whispered into her ear as a young girl. She heard screaming, she heard chaos, but she felt warmth and comfort, then those eyes that welcomed her. That was all she needed from her past life to begin her new life. She doesn't like to remember that, but it's the furthest memory she can recall. Since then, she has evolved from an easily frightened child to a young lady who isn't amused by your tactics. Surrounded in a world full of demons, she honestly thought that she was like these many monsters. As she continued to grow though, she discovered that she couldn't summon any beast from her body, but from her spirit. The one of her spirit isn't a real demon though, it's simply another side of her that thinks darker than usual. She wish she could call herself completely human, but being able to disintegrate anything that stands in her path is a more favorable thing to have than simplicity. Even though she is just a human, she has become a respected figure among the demon society. Whether it's because of her deathly cold glare or her immediate power that she sets off without warning, she personally enjoys it. She wouldn't get to where she was without her ability and curse that has helped her climbed in being a bishop. Her attitude is just the cherry on the top of a sundae. She doesn't wander Lucifer alone, for that would be a stupid idea, specially for a girl. She looks up to Ichabod, the man who rescued her when she was a child. Since they have met, she always looked up to him as a father-figure, but as she has gotten older, she tucks away feelings that are deeper than that. It's wrong, sure, but if she's going to live her chaotic life either way, she's going to fulfill it by what she wants and what's going to keep her alive. Though, at most times, she wants things going her way. Now, with the kingdom of Lucifer awaiting in the back ground, Lenore just does what she is told: blessing them this way, tell the men to do it that way, watch them pass by, and all the fun stuff. However, she knows where her loyalty lies, and it's within herself and Ichabod. Being a bishop will save her for the moment, but when it's time to run, she's not afraid to be by herself. Yet, that is in the future, and for now she carries on with her daily life of being summoned with duties and remaining close to her savior, Ichabod.
Free from a past to be tortured by, Lenore can be considered a little bit detached from the normal human. If she's spat on, she doesn't cry about it; she'll wipe it all over your face or blast you in the face. She won't regret it either, but don't think her hard-template of an attitude is purely cold and settled. Lenore can take many things to heart, but she's simply used to repressing them and turning away with a cold shoulder. Often times, those things don't bother her simply because she believes she is better. In a way, she is stuck up, but it's like a second layer of defense. She enjoys studying and learning about other abilities of the world along with angels and demons, creatures which fascinate her. She also likes poetry with tons of imagery and rhyme. Such things are easing to her hear, which is why nonessential sound can easily irritate her. Perhaps she can be considered rash for reacting instantly through her uncontrollable fire, but she's content with that part of herself. Do not think she has a weak side though, for she can be found broken down and crying. It's just not very often though; you would have to be someone close to her if you want a tear from her. Living among the demons, she tries to look away from the punishment that can be received by many of the beings. She tries not to recount the times when she finds all creatures alike beaten and dying at the church's door, and in those silent times she shows mercy, comforting them until their body turns cold.
