[hider=Armonious]Quote: "Truth is the song of the freed, I sing victory everlasting"
Name: Armonious 'Armon' Minasta
Age: 135 
Species: Descended
Blood%: 100% Seraphim
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Asexual
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 260lbs
Physical appearance: [url=https://img00.deviantart.net/2b6c/i/2014/120/4/2/improved_maximilian_by_kao_valer-d4djlh7.jpg]Armonious[/url]

Armonious stands above most, coated in intricate tattoos dedicated to the Sol cultures along his arms and legs. His flowing mane of white hair mingles with the halo of brilliant light that radiates from atop his head, and he ensures to collect his molting wings for his fellows inside the Vrondi Kingdom so that they may adorn themselves in the feathers of a seraphim and be brought much luck.

Apparel: Armonious, having lived his entire life in the safety of Vrondi and a loving community who taught him to be of the Sol, wears typically nothing at all when he is not adorned in his soul armor. Though during ceremonial occasions he dons a special mantle of game furs to show honor to King Vrondi Illumi, but these are only for sparing occasions of great importance and held to be dear items not to be trifled about with.

Outside of this or if he is in another nation, he will relent and place himself in a white cloth shirt and dark brown pants if only to quell the complaints of others who find fault with his nudity.

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Personality: Armon can be summed up as a persevering force of absolute humility and courage, always challenging himself to become greater than the sum of his parts; Armonious strives to come to the aid of the downtrodden and broken hearted, and give them a sense of hope and glory unto themselves and the passion to stand up for what is right and good. He lives his life as a guardian angel to those who call upon him in their cries.

Occupation: Wanderer

Faction: Aion

Exp: Armon has been strength training and toning his body to the absolute extremes from the beginning of his life, and studying the martial principles to go hand in hand with his massive undertaking. Forgoing knowledge of his own soul bound powers and instead letting instinct reign. The endurance and strength training was draining to the extremes, his body would feel almost as though it were failing in the early years as he continuously pushed himself harder and harder- going beyond the screaming limitations of his species as far as he could muster until he peaked in his early fifties. From then on he had to work to maintain the physical strength he carries with him today, there is never a day where he allows himself rest from his routine. Even in the midst of battle, or being pursued by captors he finds times to lift trees up out of the ground to use as weights or boulders to carry atop hillsides and mountains.

Going hand in hand with his strength and conditioning training to get his body into the godly shape that it is in today, Armon has pursued using his body as a living weapon for those same years. He had striven to master hand to hand combat in order to make the most out of his strength. He is not just about punching people, but rather using everything his body has to offer him and weathering it through constant use over such a long period of time that it is second nature to throw a simple punch or to grapple someone into a hold. He wears as heavy equipment he can manage while he does all this so that when he does require the use of these principles they are as swift as lighting and staggeringly hard hitting. 

This is not to say that he has left his soul power to wither and die away, quite the contrary, he uses the basis of his conditioning to become the anvil for which to hone his soul upon and beat into the shape of the shield to his body's sword. He has focused his soul through contemplation, deep meditation, and a practice over decades of concentration to become an extension for his use in battle. His body to be the driving blade of dignity and the preservation of innocence, while his soul is the shield for which evil cannot betray and stands mighty in the gaping maw of the daunting.

As it is Armonious is in a harmonious balance between his soul and his body, to where he has perfected one through the other and circularly reinforces each one in an unbroken cycle of conditioning and deep appreciation for his nature, always striving to not only maintain the peak at which he sits but to one day surpass his physical and spiritual limitations. He doesn't strive for ascension, which in his mind is blatantly foolish on its own, but he wishes to achieve the beyond of beyonds in his life and to one day worthy of the blood running through his veins.

Spells: 

In times of need Armonious can summon forth his soul as a divine set of armor, coming in the form of golds, silvers, and rubies adorning gauntlets, boots, greaves, a mesh tunic, pauldrons, and a circlet upon his head. This armor radiates brilliantly and blindingly as the gleaming representation of the inextinguishable light of life that Armonious brings to the battlefield. The armor is as protective as Armonious is strong, both have been shaped and reinforced by a lifelong passion for goodness and altruism through sacrifice and love for others. 

Abilities/Powers: 

Physical prowess is what Armonious is best known for, and while its hard to put exact numbers to what he's capable of- he has spent essentially his entire life in constant preparation to do battle and combat evil. He's also been in countless battles and skirmishes in the last century that combat is of a second nature to him. So not only is he one of the fastest and strongest of the Seraphim, but also only those approaching the same type of sheer dedication and sustainability of such a ridiculous amount of training can count on totally surpassing him and taking him to the ground. Otherwise he is still a veteran of what the world has to throw against him and will do everything in his power to uphold the forces of good and light over the darkness and evil of the underbelly of the world.

Weaknesses/Hindrances: Armonious is illiterate, meaning not only does he have no idea how to read simple words despite how well he can speak them, but he is also completely incapable of learning any true spells. As such while he knows of magic he doesn't always recognize whats happening when its cast. He's not stupid, but all his wisdom and capability is in doing battle, strength training, or what he's picked up through his travels and age.

Armonious is also susceptible to surrendering when hostages are being taken, he would much rather someone come to try and face him than harm others and will willingly give up if innocent lives are put in danger. In his mind, once the innocents are free he can get to work. However this doesn't always work in the ways he would like them to and can seriously backfire.

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History: Armonious was born to a descendant community located in the dense jungles of Vrondi, that happened to have two high blood percent Seraphim among them, and so when he was born the community had a schism as one portion of the camp wished to use the parents and their newborn pure blooded baby as a way into the upper echelons of society to rise up and out of their positions. As it stood in that moment they were much like any other group of people, ready to sell out the Seraphim for a chance at something greater.

However the portion was but a minority and they were cast away by the communal elders who decided to help raise the child, though they would do so ignoring his Seraphim blood and treating him like any other Sol. In this regard Armonious does not feel angelic, but rather someone who aspires to be worthy of oneself. In other regards he's proud of what his family had done for him, so it broke his heart that he would be what led the Therosi to his family members.

By happenstance Armonious and some of the nomads managed to kill the few members sent to capture the pure blood, with the threat now looming that he would be a hindrance to his family and friends Armon left his home to lead those who would seek his lineage away. He felt this could also allow his parents to live in more relative peace despite their own high concentrations of seraphim blood, he has not seen them since and he presumes them to have passed. He harbors no negative thoughts on his situation in life however as he became a true nomad, never to live a dull life and to strive and train to be great. 

His life has been filled with countless exploits, becoming well known for his habits of assaulting the forces of evil and saving other angelic peoples from the Therosi, as well as challenging official slavers and even surviving dragon attacks. None of these exploits are ever mentioned by the old soul, he finds them to simply be footnotes upon a life not worth mentioning. He lives his life in utter poverty, never accruing money, living off what the land provides to him and returning it in kind by acting as nature would intend. He communes rather than settles, acting more like a force of nature than a true citizen of the realm.

The most he carries is a satchel of some weathered cooking equipment and eating utensils, as well as his ceremonial pelt and modesty garments. Otherwise he is without burdens and thus feels free in his quest for ever greater strength and a perfection of the balance of the soul and the body.

Trivia: Armonious can cook some phenomenal meals out of the most bare ingredients he finds out in the wilderness, he makes the most of anything and everything the world gives to him, and ensures he never wastes a single drop of food as it would be an insult to the nourishment he is provided.[/hider]

[hider=Serusune]
[b]Name:[/b] Serusune
[b]Age:[/b] Ancient
[b]Species:[/b] Ancient Dragon
[b]Blood%:[/b] 100% ancient one?
[b]Gender:[/b] Both, neither? Can transform into either technically
[b]Sex Preference:[/b] Asexual

[b]Size:[/b] Technically the true size of the dragon is unknown. Its most common form is similar to a small cat, small enough to ride on someones head or shoulder. A step up from that would be similar in appearance but larger like a wolf. Then larger still similar to a horse and even able to be ridden. Its largest form would be somewhat smaller than a normal dragon... though sleeker, faster and more agile.

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url=https://img00.deviantart.net/5bca/i/2016/065/b/2/commission___chibi_frost_by_felinar-d9u4h1r.png]This cute thing[/url] couldn't possibly be a dragon, right? Dragons were scaley, with horns, leather wings, and... BIG! This... thing... was fluffy, with feathers. Depending on how big it was, it would look more or less cutesy. You know, how kittens had different proportions: bigger heads, smaller bodies, shorter fur. As it gets bigger it changes to look more mature and dangerous.

[b]Personality:[/b] Serusune can be somewhat hard to get to know or understand since often times it acts without explaining anything, but overall could be considered altruistic with a good heart and a free spirit. The dragon acts as their conscience directs with little regard for what others expect of it, but remains kind and benevolent to others. It believes in goodness and righteousness but has little use for civilization as a whole and hates it when people try to intimidate or force others to do something. Simply put the dragon has their own morals, while although good, may not mesh well with others and can be dangerous when it clashes against the order of society and punishes those who do "too well" for themselves at the expense of others.

Most of the time however, the dragon can be considered rather lazy and carefree. If left to its own devices it can usually be found napping in the sun, or following random people for cuddles and affection. Not desiring or even needing anything in the form of material wealth, Serusune could be considered a somewhat simplistic and hedonistic creature happy to do a favor for a favor. Usually these favors are for something tasty or entertaining, however it isn't unusual for someone to owe the tiny dragon an unknown favor for the future in return. Considering how old the tiny dragon is, it's hard to tell who would owe it a favor or why~

[b]Vehicle:[/b] Nibelheim, or technically Tir na nog. Its the floating island that Serusune made. Its not exactly a vehicle persay, but it can move around so... technically? Nibelheim is what keeps the place afloat, the heart and guts so to speak. The only way to reach it is with magic, but one would first have to find and reach the island... no small feat of its own. A mixture of magic and science, how it does what it does is a mystery though it certainly hasn't stopped speculation about it. Essentially, if one wished to understand the nature of Nibelheim one would first need to understand the nature of its creator, Serusune.

[b]Weapon:[/b] Possibly ALSO Nibelheim? Although it's not technically a weapon, it could still be used as one~

[b]Spells:[/b]
[i]1= Space/Gravity:[/i] Space can be difficult for some to comprehend, it covers the spheres of distance, perception, gravity, portals and other mysteries normally left berift to the imagination. One could fire an arrow or magic bolt at Serusune and watch the dragon bring up a magic bubble, only to be surprised to see the arrow immediatly fall to the ground or watch the bolt suddenly move as if in slow motion before eventually running out of power and winking out of existance. A traveler might find their trip dramatically shortened, a fighter might find themselves suddenly feel impossibly heavy. Space could be considered equal parts science and magic, giving one the ability to peek behind the curtain of creation and see how things really work.
[i]2= Life/Souls:[/i] Life magic can be used for either creation or destruction. Not only being able to heal an injury, but to steal it from others. To contain or effect the souls of other creatures, to resurrect the recently deceased, to swap one persons mind into that of anothers body or to spiritually supress and possess someone. What some consider restoration others consider necromancy for in the end it is simply two sides of the same coin... both hope and despair, divine and nefarious, natural and unatural, light and shadow.

[b]Abilities/Powers:[/b]
[i]1= Very strong psychic powers:[/i] One of their primary methods of communicating while in animal form is telepathy. Other than that, with only their mind they can use mental energy to effect the surrounding area, others or itself as well as mess with somethings mind similar to illusions. Able to read surface thoughts, dreams, or even drill into the subconscious of a helpless individual no secret is really safe from Serusune. Otherwise, perhaps even more odd, Seru can meld their mental power with elemental ones similar to bending, making it hard to discern where one ability ends and the next begins.
[i]2= Void Touched:[/i] It's something hard to explain, but sometimes when someone returns from the other side they come back with a piece of something else with them. Essentially it is the knowledge and ability to alter or break down matter and magic into its true and simple form, into that of pure energy. Similar to that of a magic prism it works off the concept that nothing can be created or destroyed, only changed in form. This is mostly a passive effect where the dragon could change the shape or properties of materials, eat or absorb magic energies and act much like a magic battery giving it the ability to charge other magic effects over time or cause random magical chaos and other strangeness~

[b]Experience:[/b]
From as long as Serusune can remember, it just... was. It's a strange thing to know what family is, but only from an outside perspective looking in. There was no childhood for Serusune, no adolescence, no growing pains. That isnt to say the dragon was unable to change or adapt, but it always felt alien to others in an odd way that it couldn't pin down. It was hard for the creature to connect to others emotionally or identify with, it understood things differently on a more fundamental level as if others were simply built differently. For its age it is wise and capable... having experienced many things. For instance it can read and write, can play instruments and sports, it understands warfare and romance, it knows how to properly use many tools and weapons. But it never truly grew up, it never matured, nor did it ever need to. If one grew close to the creature they would discover a keen intellect in its eyes, though also a deep sadness.

Other than the social awkwardness, there was something profoundly magical about the creature. From the shimering colors of its fur in direct light, or the subtle glow in its eyes, to the way it seemed to float almost as if gravity only had partial hold. Due to its nature, Serusune never really "learned" magic anywhere official. Instead, it sort of... remembered, that would be more accurate a description. Similar to having a word on the tip of your tongue, or trying to remember a dream you had the night before. But then some small unexpected thing happened which triggers the memory somewhere deep within you, like the scent of flowers, or the words of a friend, and then suddenly eureka as if it was never gone in the first place.

[b]History:[/b]
Serusune is in fact two, not one. To be clear - Serusune would be considered a third individual... almost like a child of the two it was created from. A long time ago back during the war between dragons and angels, not everyone warred against one another. In fact during those chaotic times there were two that fell deeply in love with one another. A dragon once by the name of Seruilx, and a woman called Suneylla. The two only wanted for one another, though the politics at the time didn't allow for it. So they decided leave together, to find and make their own kingdom away from the fighting. It wasn't to be, fate was against them. Before they could leave they were caught within the crossfires of war, and in their escape the beauty was unfortunately struck. Feeling her go limp, he grabbed her in his hands and flew recklessly through the chaos. By the time he had gotten away and landed, she had gone still in his arms. Not knowing what to do he grabbed her tightly to himself and broke down. But something strange had happened, the last memories from that time was of a bright light.

Sometime later they had woken up, together, as one. They thought as one being, each of them completing the other, strengthening the other. Though they no longer needed to run, or to make their own land, that last dying thought remained. For days they flew far and wide, until they had came to the place they had met. As they hovered in the air, the land below them cracked and shook before rising to meet them. They watched the sun slip into the twilight and here is where they decided to make their home, from now until the end of time, to be their fortress and their sancturary. They called it Tir na nog, or the land of youth, and with sheer willpower they molded it to their liking. A place beyond or between the borders of life and death, a place of everlasting beauty, health, abundance and joy where they would share the rest of their new life together. Though not entirely alone, Serusune would collect other loved ones over time to stay with them, and eventually rumors of this place began to spread. Sometimes said to appear or disappear as if from the mists, others said to be an island in the sea, or high in the sky like a floating star. So it was that eventually others would try to seek it out, most of them unsuccessfully, though that was a long time ago still and many things had happened since.
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[Hider=Sero Hamaera]Quote: "Bright light can blind just as easily as absolute darkness"

Name: Sero Hamara

Age: 23

Species: Descended

Blood%: 60% Nayu and 40% Sol

Gender: Male

Sex Preference: Heterosexual

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 120lbs

Physical appearance: .

Because of his Sol blood percentage, he actually has pure white hair instead of a darker color.

Apparel: Loose fitting clothing that doesn't impede movement. Light armor is hidden underneath these clothes. His gloves are blade resistant and tough enough that if he could move quick enough, he could knock down bullets. The mask on his face is for missions only, though it possesses no defensive or even disguising qualities. It is an offensive object. The mask contains enzymes from his own teeth, it is toxic. If he is captured or even in battle, an opponent is actually quite likely to touch his mask, allowing the poison to seep into their skin.
Vehicle:
Single seat vehicle that can reach up to two hundred and fifty miles an hour at full throttle.

Personality: Sero likes to push himself in combat, ignoring the possibility that he will die. He isn't a combat oriented person though, only using it to further himself, a way of meditation. When not in combat, he actually enjoys sampling new foods as well as foods made in different ways.

On his quiet days, he likes to find a nice, plant filled area and relax in the sun, a strange practice for a Nayu, especially with his blood percentage. With his Sol blood however, it was required from a young age and he grew to enjoy it. What he enjoys most about it though is listening to the plants. They don't speak in words or language, to him, there is a low hum that is very soft. When listening to it, the hum fills his body and makes him feel as though he is one with the planet.

When he is working, he is all business and quiet serious. To do his job, he'd even give up his life.

Occupation: Assassin Guard

Faction: Dolofon (Partial Association) Magoi (Partial Association)

Pet: N/A

Adv. App.: N/A

Exp: Sero's father was an assassin in training to be the next King and as such trained his son in an equal way. He was trained in the sword and in stealth. However, his father didn't want him as a next king in training, he wanted him as a guard. He was trained not to kill from the darkness, but to see the attempts coming from the enemy. When he failed, he was beaten. This led to his habit of pushing himself further and further, as to never fail.

After his father died, he continued his training, even taking jobs to be a guard.

His mother trained him in Plant Manipulation, teaching him to listen to plants. She also taught him two of the spells known to her. After his father died, she took him away to widen his knowledge.

Spells:
Poison Burst: Sero can summon plant poisons from another, far more toxic plane of existence. However, it is a very small amount, enough to catch an enemy off guard or coat his sword in a variety of poisons.
Melding: Also plant based, but this is different, it is more of a personal healing spell. It allows him to meld a portion of his body with that of plants, borrowing their energy to heal one's wounds. It is a very draining process as his blood percentage is low.

Abilities/Powers: Enhanced Poison Resistance: Due to close proximity with poisons, even more than usual given his spell, his natural resistance to poison has only increased than normal.

Mental Fortitude: Because of a major defect in his eyes, his mental abilities have grown to compensate, relying on his psychic sense to detect immobile people. It has grown to the point where he can detect even people hiding their presences.

Weapons: Dusk. A simple white sword that he carries with him. It's only special quality is that it is made from Dragon Bone, very old and very well maintained bone. Each time the sword is doused in blood, it seems to only get whiter.

History: Sero's father was one hundred percent Nayu and in quite a decent position, wanting to become the next king. It was due to his enjoyment of Sol blood that Sero came to be. His mother wasn't a random woman or some quick fling, she was a slave, bought by his father for her blood and her body. In short time, Sero was born. His mother wasn't one hundred percent Sol and in fact had Nayu blood herself, resulting in Sero's blood percentage being what it is.

His father was less than pleased to suddenly have a child, however, he thought it would be a good idea to have a close guard that was absolutely loyal to him, so he was trained to be just that guard. When his father was busy, his mother took care of him, teaching him her spells and the ways of the Sol, to balance out the ruthless nature of his father. She didn't blame her son for the actions of his father and actually held him close to her heart. As a child, Sero was sweet to his mother, caring for her after his father's feedings, using his understanding of poisons to neutralize his father's hemotoxic venom.

Fortunately for her, his father died taking the King's Test. Sero was young but took on his mother as his own slave. He eventually left with her to her homeland of Vrondi, settling down in Sunfire for some time. As he got older, he began taking on Mercenary work. Thanks to his association to his father, he had contacts in Nero. He did some work for the Dolofon, not as an assassin, but protecting the targets of other assassination groups that the Dolofon considered important.

Thanks to his mother's connections, he did some work for the Magoi as well. He'd travel to places of known magical repute and gather information on new or lost spells. Due to working, he got along in life quite well.

Trivia: Sero doesn't just attack people for blood, he has several people, in many different places, that he contacts when he is in need of blood. It is a beneficial relationship with them, similar to a FWB relationship. If he has to bite someone, he wears special caps over his fangs to prevent his toxin from affecting them.

Sero has a rare disorder in his eyes. Instead of being completely blind, he is only blind to static objects. This is known as statokinetic dissociation, meaning that he can only perceive objects and people that are moving. This is where his Psychic Detection is most effective, enabling him to be aware of presences that are standing still.

Because of his vision, his perception towards moving objects and people is far better than most. Without the distraction of static vision, he can see things that move faster than normal.[/hider]