Post by Seraphiel on Oct 1, 2006 21:36:48 GMT -5
Name: Seraphiel (no known last name).
Nicknames: Seraphiel the Conqueror, The Black Plague, Death's right hand, etc...
Age: over 1000 years old. His human form appears to be in the early 30s, but he can change his appearance at will.
Gender:male
Race/Class: In human terms, a demon, in anthromorph he is one of the 'Ancient Ones', oni in shinobi.
History/Background:
Personality: He is the very definition of the elegant villain. Pure evil, yet not in a brutish manner. It is almost impossible for him to feel anger, jealousy, or any other negative emotion. He kills with purpose, and yet he feels no remorse if he is the cause of death. He has always had a fascination with the human race, which is a main reason why he chooses to go about normally in a human form. He does show affection towards subordinates that serve him loyally, yet only he knows if this emotion is true or simply a lie to keep them loyal. In the end, he is most loyal to himself and only himself, thus betrayal is not something he rules out.
Character's Appearance:
Human Form: Stands at about 6'3". His hair is long and silver(almost white) colored, and is often tied back. His eyes change color from time to time, though most commonly they are an icey blue. He normally wears glasses, though its only purpose is to give him a scholarly appearance. His overall build is lean muscled, but again is subject to change at will. For clothing, he often wears a snow white coat with gold trimmings and 24 carot buttons. Beneath this is a simply black longsleeved undershirt. His pants match his coat in color and are made of exactly the same material. For shoes, he wears matching pure white boots (he mocks the idea that white is considered a 'pure' color).
Demon Form: His ears become elongated and his hair becomes extremely long(and also razor sharp at will). He also has a pair of wings which span 6ft in length. His height becomes 8'3" and his strength increases tenfold. His nails become claws for both his hands and feet. A tail measuring 3ft in length holds an arrowhead-shaped tip(which also becomes razor sharp). In this form, he becomes an army. There are few who could ever hope to see this form and live to tell the tale.
Anything special: He has several abilities for which he is most known for. One is his eagle spirit. A familar of sorts, this eagle is neither living, nor dead. It is of flesh and blood, yet it is not a normal bird. Its size can range from enourmous (think elephant), to quite small (for scouting purposes). Its usual size is about twice the size of a normal eagle. Perhaps the most unique feature about the bird is its bloodred eyes, which often shine like twin headlights at night. Seraphiel also has power over a vast amount of arcane magics, including spells which have not been seen by mortals for millenia.
Weapons: Seraphiel can create almost anything out of matter, thus he can wield or manufacture weapons with the quality of a master smith's. However, there is one weapon he once used more than any other, a sword of immense power lost to him the day he was sealed away from time. This sword held almost as many names as Seraphiel himself. Masamune, Excalibur, 'Cursed Blade', 'dragon slayer',etc. Seraphiel simply calls it 'Omega'. There are rumors that the sister blade of this sword is actually held by the king of humans. Omega is an extremely long and thin broadsword. Arcane symbols are engraved deep into the orichalcon blade. The hilt is a rare golden orichalcon with a skull engraved in its center. Its power is incredible, able to pierce practically any surface (including dragon scales). If Seraphiel was able to reclaim this blade, his power would increase tenfold.
Weaknesses/Strengths: His strengths seem limitless. He is a being of omnipotent power, but that does not mean he does not have weaknesses. Perhaps his most vulnerable state normally is when he is drunk (yes, even all-powerful beings can get tipsy). However, this does not mean he is without his usual armada of powers. His -true- weakness is what managed to defeat him millenia ago, and that information has been lost to history. Will it be rediscovered?
Nicknames: Seraphiel the Conqueror, The Black Plague, Death's right hand, etc...
Age: over 1000 years old. His human form appears to be in the early 30s, but he can change his appearance at will.
Gender:male
Race/Class: In human terms, a demon, in anthromorph he is one of the 'Ancient Ones', oni in shinobi.
History/Background:
I shall tell my own tale, because I am the only one old enough to tell it to the very last detail. I am the end to all beginnings, the bringer of Apocalypse. I am Judgement, the Alpha, and the Omega. There are many names I represent, but you may call me Seraphiel....
It began when time itself was created. Back when this world was not so ancient or scarred. Even before the time of dragons and other powerful beings. Ah, such a lovely time it was. None of the races that exist today walked the land, it was only us. I believe the furry race of today refers to 'us' in their legends as 'Ancient Ones'. We were living gods, shaping the land to however we wanted, destroying mountains to build oceans, drying oceans to create grasslands, it was an endless cycle. There was not many of us then, we were so busy creating and destroying that we did not even consider such thoughts as reproducing or as the humans called it 'settling down'.
But eventually, despite the vast amount of space we had to work with, conflicts began to arise. Arguments over landscapes would happen each time one of us destroyed the 'creation' of another in order to make their own. Eventually, these squabbles became so bad that we had to convene to discuss a solution. I was still 'young' then, being one of the last to actually arrive on this world(dont ask to explain how I arrived, even I dont know). We eventually agreed to take our own territories and only create and destroy in those areas and nowhere else. And so, we broke the council, and spread apart. That would be the last time I saw most of the others like myself.
I was given one of the smallest territories, though I did not argue. It was here I began to shape the landscape to my liking. I had plans, big plans. I wanted to make a being so incredible, it would be unlike any the others had ever seen before. This action took me many, many years. In this time, the others created their own masterpieces. One created the dragons, a mighty race with magic flowing strongly through their veins. They were almost as wise as their creator. In the end, this proved to be the Creator's downfall, as the so-called 'leader' of the dragons (I believe Bahamut was his name), rose up against him and (after quite a long battle) killed him, at the cost of it's own life.
I shall take a moment to explain something. As allmighty as we were, our bodies were still technically expendible. Although they do not degenerate from age (as many of our creations do in order to make way for further generations), enough damage and stress will end its every function. The fool who died from his own creation did so because he simply put far too much of his power into the beings he gave life to. A mistake that would later be the downfall of many of us.
Now, back to my story. The dragons were not the only beings that were now roaming the world. The Creators, besides myself, were quite confident in their own abilities and continued to make entire races which they considered masterpieces. I could not begin to describe the types of...things that were being produced. Time and time again though, these creations rose up against their Creator, or simply defied their wishes, leaving the territories assigned to their maker and exploring the rest of the world around them. I meanwhile continued to perfect my own masterpiece.
The Creators began to get tired of starting over (after completely obliterating many of their 'mistakes'). By now, only several of us remained. It was around this time that most of us (myself included) began to see the dragon race as a potential threat to our existance and the existance of our creations. And so, we fought them. One might think that with our power, it would be an easy task. However, the dragons were, admitably, a near-perfect race. In the end, while we made the creatures extinct, our numbers had again decreased. I later learned that even then we were unable to completely eradicate the beasts; they sealed their souls in magical gems, which were to later become the legacy of the race known as 'dragoon'.
Even though many of us had perished, our legacy lived on. Anthromorphs, Samurai, Shinobi, to name a few. These races now lived upon the land we had for eons shaped to our will. Now all that remained was my own creation...my masterpiece....mankind.
It had taken me centuries to create them. So many times I had become close, yet in the end had to destroy the product for one reason or another (I would not be as foolish as the ones who made their creations as powerful or as wise as they). I followed previous examples of gender, creating both male and female versions. Although magic did not run in their veins like some other races, and despite the fact that when physically compared to the other races, they were relatively inferior, I put a trait in them that would allow them to survive. And survive they did. As soon as they were created, I left to join the battle between us and the dragons. When I returned, I was actually overjoyed to see the humans thriving, expanding, and cultivating.
Years passed, and still my humans survived and lived on, with litle need of my help. Eventually, I made myself known to them, disguised as one of them. I was one of the last living Creators, perhaps due to the fact that I remained relatively unknown to the world year after year, simply watching, taking pleasure in the simple fact that my creation was doing so well.
At first, I was treated as a god, my superior powers making sure of this. But then, some began to consider me 'evil', hating me for my power, becoming jealous. These were the very same traits which Id hoped would keep them thriving, without too much overpopulation. I surpressed rebellion after rebellion. Unlike the dragons, the humans were much weaker than I. But still, the humans persisted. They grew more cunning with each attempt, and I admit I underestimated them.
Somehow, one of them managed to find a weapon left by one of the original Creators. They used this weapon to almost destroy me (this portion is always difficult to tell). I used what was left of my power to distance myself far from my creations. Wounded severely, feeling a pain which I never thought possible, I sealed myself away in an enourmous block of crystal. There, I slept, healing my wounds and slowly trying to regain my lost power, though the weapon had all but eradicated it. Mankind forgot about its creator, and any record of me was destroyed in the fires of war. The weapon which had been my downfall was also lost (as well as my own, a sword), and not even I know where they now lie, if at all.
It would seem that this would be where my story ends, but it was far from over. Almost two centuries passed, but finally, I was awoken, freed from my self-made prison. My slumber has ended thanks to the extreme change in the landscape and the amount of arcane magics that filtered into my hidden dwelling. I know I have lost a great deal of my power, but I am once more alive and well. I will regain what was once mine and cleanse this land in order to start anew. The world's creator has returned, and it shall learn to bow before me....
It began when time itself was created. Back when this world was not so ancient or scarred. Even before the time of dragons and other powerful beings. Ah, such a lovely time it was. None of the races that exist today walked the land, it was only us. I believe the furry race of today refers to 'us' in their legends as 'Ancient Ones'. We were living gods, shaping the land to however we wanted, destroying mountains to build oceans, drying oceans to create grasslands, it was an endless cycle. There was not many of us then, we were so busy creating and destroying that we did not even consider such thoughts as reproducing or as the humans called it 'settling down'.
But eventually, despite the vast amount of space we had to work with, conflicts began to arise. Arguments over landscapes would happen each time one of us destroyed the 'creation' of another in order to make their own. Eventually, these squabbles became so bad that we had to convene to discuss a solution. I was still 'young' then, being one of the last to actually arrive on this world(dont ask to explain how I arrived, even I dont know). We eventually agreed to take our own territories and only create and destroy in those areas and nowhere else. And so, we broke the council, and spread apart. That would be the last time I saw most of the others like myself.
I was given one of the smallest territories, though I did not argue. It was here I began to shape the landscape to my liking. I had plans, big plans. I wanted to make a being so incredible, it would be unlike any the others had ever seen before. This action took me many, many years. In this time, the others created their own masterpieces. One created the dragons, a mighty race with magic flowing strongly through their veins. They were almost as wise as their creator. In the end, this proved to be the Creator's downfall, as the so-called 'leader' of the dragons (I believe Bahamut was his name), rose up against him and (after quite a long battle) killed him, at the cost of it's own life.
I shall take a moment to explain something. As allmighty as we were, our bodies were still technically expendible. Although they do not degenerate from age (as many of our creations do in order to make way for further generations), enough damage and stress will end its every function. The fool who died from his own creation did so because he simply put far too much of his power into the beings he gave life to. A mistake that would later be the downfall of many of us.
Now, back to my story. The dragons were not the only beings that were now roaming the world. The Creators, besides myself, were quite confident in their own abilities and continued to make entire races which they considered masterpieces. I could not begin to describe the types of...things that were being produced. Time and time again though, these creations rose up against their Creator, or simply defied their wishes, leaving the territories assigned to their maker and exploring the rest of the world around them. I meanwhile continued to perfect my own masterpiece.
The Creators began to get tired of starting over (after completely obliterating many of their 'mistakes'). By now, only several of us remained. It was around this time that most of us (myself included) began to see the dragon race as a potential threat to our existance and the existance of our creations. And so, we fought them. One might think that with our power, it would be an easy task. However, the dragons were, admitably, a near-perfect race. In the end, while we made the creatures extinct, our numbers had again decreased. I later learned that even then we were unable to completely eradicate the beasts; they sealed their souls in magical gems, which were to later become the legacy of the race known as 'dragoon'.
Even though many of us had perished, our legacy lived on. Anthromorphs, Samurai, Shinobi, to name a few. These races now lived upon the land we had for eons shaped to our will. Now all that remained was my own creation...my masterpiece....mankind.
It had taken me centuries to create them. So many times I had become close, yet in the end had to destroy the product for one reason or another (I would not be as foolish as the ones who made their creations as powerful or as wise as they). I followed previous examples of gender, creating both male and female versions. Although magic did not run in their veins like some other races, and despite the fact that when physically compared to the other races, they were relatively inferior, I put a trait in them that would allow them to survive. And survive they did. As soon as they were created, I left to join the battle between us and the dragons. When I returned, I was actually overjoyed to see the humans thriving, expanding, and cultivating.
Years passed, and still my humans survived and lived on, with litle need of my help. Eventually, I made myself known to them, disguised as one of them. I was one of the last living Creators, perhaps due to the fact that I remained relatively unknown to the world year after year, simply watching, taking pleasure in the simple fact that my creation was doing so well.
At first, I was treated as a god, my superior powers making sure of this. But then, some began to consider me 'evil', hating me for my power, becoming jealous. These were the very same traits which Id hoped would keep them thriving, without too much overpopulation. I surpressed rebellion after rebellion. Unlike the dragons, the humans were much weaker than I. But still, the humans persisted. They grew more cunning with each attempt, and I admit I underestimated them.
Somehow, one of them managed to find a weapon left by one of the original Creators. They used this weapon to almost destroy me (this portion is always difficult to tell). I used what was left of my power to distance myself far from my creations. Wounded severely, feeling a pain which I never thought possible, I sealed myself away in an enourmous block of crystal. There, I slept, healing my wounds and slowly trying to regain my lost power, though the weapon had all but eradicated it. Mankind forgot about its creator, and any record of me was destroyed in the fires of war. The weapon which had been my downfall was also lost (as well as my own, a sword), and not even I know where they now lie, if at all.
It would seem that this would be where my story ends, but it was far from over. Almost two centuries passed, but finally, I was awoken, freed from my self-made prison. My slumber has ended thanks to the extreme change in the landscape and the amount of arcane magics that filtered into my hidden dwelling. I know I have lost a great deal of my power, but I am once more alive and well. I will regain what was once mine and cleanse this land in order to start anew. The world's creator has returned, and it shall learn to bow before me....
Personality: He is the very definition of the elegant villain. Pure evil, yet not in a brutish manner. It is almost impossible for him to feel anger, jealousy, or any other negative emotion. He kills with purpose, and yet he feels no remorse if he is the cause of death. He has always had a fascination with the human race, which is a main reason why he chooses to go about normally in a human form. He does show affection towards subordinates that serve him loyally, yet only he knows if this emotion is true or simply a lie to keep them loyal. In the end, he is most loyal to himself and only himself, thus betrayal is not something he rules out.
Character's Appearance:
Human Form: Stands at about 6'3". His hair is long and silver(almost white) colored, and is often tied back. His eyes change color from time to time, though most commonly they are an icey blue. He normally wears glasses, though its only purpose is to give him a scholarly appearance. His overall build is lean muscled, but again is subject to change at will. For clothing, he often wears a snow white coat with gold trimmings and 24 carot buttons. Beneath this is a simply black longsleeved undershirt. His pants match his coat in color and are made of exactly the same material. For shoes, he wears matching pure white boots (he mocks the idea that white is considered a 'pure' color).
Demon Form: His ears become elongated and his hair becomes extremely long(and also razor sharp at will). He also has a pair of wings which span 6ft in length. His height becomes 8'3" and his strength increases tenfold. His nails become claws for both his hands and feet. A tail measuring 3ft in length holds an arrowhead-shaped tip(which also becomes razor sharp). In this form, he becomes an army. There are few who could ever hope to see this form and live to tell the tale.
Anything special: He has several abilities for which he is most known for. One is his eagle spirit. A familar of sorts, this eagle is neither living, nor dead. It is of flesh and blood, yet it is not a normal bird. Its size can range from enourmous (think elephant), to quite small (for scouting purposes). Its usual size is about twice the size of a normal eagle. Perhaps the most unique feature about the bird is its bloodred eyes, which often shine like twin headlights at night. Seraphiel also has power over a vast amount of arcane magics, including spells which have not been seen by mortals for millenia.
Weapons: Seraphiel can create almost anything out of matter, thus he can wield or manufacture weapons with the quality of a master smith's. However, there is one weapon he once used more than any other, a sword of immense power lost to him the day he was sealed away from time. This sword held almost as many names as Seraphiel himself. Masamune, Excalibur, 'Cursed Blade', 'dragon slayer',etc. Seraphiel simply calls it 'Omega'. There are rumors that the sister blade of this sword is actually held by the king of humans. Omega is an extremely long and thin broadsword. Arcane symbols are engraved deep into the orichalcon blade. The hilt is a rare golden orichalcon with a skull engraved in its center. Its power is incredible, able to pierce practically any surface (including dragon scales). If Seraphiel was able to reclaim this blade, his power would increase tenfold.
Weaknesses/Strengths: His strengths seem limitless. He is a being of omnipotent power, but that does not mean he does not have weaknesses. Perhaps his most vulnerable state normally is when he is drunk (yes, even all-powerful beings can get tipsy). However, this does not mean he is without his usual armada of powers. His -true- weakness is what managed to defeat him millenia ago, and that information has been lost to history. Will it be rediscovered?
