Hey there. I'm new to forum rping and would like to get involved with Feral. Read some of the OOC and in game posts and made this guy up. Hope it's ok
Name: Gerome Mortigue
Species: Half Seraph/ Half Raven Daeva
Age: 27
Hair Color: Black
Hairstyle: Long hair growing down to his back
Eye Color: Purple
Skin Color: Pale
Height: 6’ 1’’
Body Build: Tall and slender, yet his muscles are well toned
Clothing: Wears a black cloak covering his ragged shirt and pants. Walks in worn out sandals.
Weapon: Scythe infused with seraphim runes, allowing him to summon ethereal chains to bind his enemies.
Physical Quirks: Has black seraph wings, but because of his daeva blood the wings are larger. Most just think that he is a hybrid daeva.
Background: Born the illegitimate son of a seraph nobleman and his daeva servant, Gerome was cast off into The Pit to hide his father’s disgrace. There he was raised and worked as a slave for the spectators. At the age of fourteen he was thrown into the ring himself and began to fight. He began his career timidly; spending his matches running from opponents and trying not to get hit. He was in line to be executed if he were to fail his next fight. As he sat in his cell, cursing his fate, a shrouded figure appeared before him and offered him a long parcel. The concealed figure told Gerome that this tool would either bring retribution or salvation depending on his actions. The figure left as the guard came to take Gerome to the arena. Gerome opened the parcel and found that it was rusted scythe.
As he was thrown into the ring, Gerome only trembled in front of his adversary, scythe in hand. And when his opponent charged him Gerome simply planted his tool firmly into the ground and braced to be hit. But after a while he found that he had yet to be struck. He opened his eyes and found that a rune was glowing on the blade of his scythe and his opponent lay bound on the ground in what appeared to be otherworldly chains. The crowd roared at the upset. Gerome was overjoyed to have seemingly won his match. But he found the crowd had demanded blood and would not be settled without it. So as the chaos in the stands escalated, Gerome walked over to his adversary. He stood atop him and put the scythe’s blade against the man’s throat. The crowd, a moment ago ready to riot, fell eerily quiet in anticipation. Gerome couldn’t stop himself from shacking as he put his foot against his foe’s head and forced his foot down.
Gerome couldn’t sleep that night. All his life he had only known fear. Fear of fighting. Fear of pain. Fear of dying. But for the first time in his life, he was unafraid. He was given power, and like a sober man’s first ale, he grew drunk on it. For the next several years he continued to grow more famous in The Pit and more create with his technique. He would hang an opponent high above the field one match and rip another opponent limb from limb. He learned to love his power. But despite his newfound confidence, he could not quench his hatred. Now that his mind was no longer cluttered by fear, it was filled to the brim with vengeance. Vengeance against the father that cast him into The Pit. Vengeance on The Pit for keeping him locked in its cage. Vengeance against all the other seraphs that looked down on him for his daeva blood. So when he finally grew sick of the mundane coliseum life he had known, he walked out of The Pit, ripping apart any guard that got in his way. He swore that he would find his father, the root of his suffering, and make him pay. Slowly. Ever so slowly.
Extra: Although he is part seraph, he has little magical power by himself and can only charge runes with his power.
Hope this is ok. If not feel free to tell me what needs to be changed.

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