Sero

[LEON]

Sero



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS Sero
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 21
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR 10 or so YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE None Yet
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS /cheat and die;; !

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

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NICKNAMES: Sero
AGE: Unknown
GENDER: Male
RACE: Guardian Seraphim
CLASS: Security Consultant
PLAY BY: Yuuichi Komura[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] Silver
HAIR: Gold
SKIN: A light golden brown
BODY: Slim and Athletic
UNUSUAL: None
OTHER FORM:
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This is his true form when not blending in with the mortals on the prime material plane. His wings are unfortunately blackened now with his fall from grace, but he still shines with a brilliant radiance.

APPEARANCE:
Standing at a little over six feet tall, Sero strikes an unimposing figure. His clothes consist of black dress slacks and suit jacket, with usually a white button up and crimson coloured tie beneath it. His shoes are black leather boots specially designed for extra traction and durability with steel tipped toes. He also wears a pair of wrist length black leather gloves to round out his appearance, and no matter what he goes through, his clothes are always miraculously clean and undamaged. All made from a finely woven silk, the jacket is also edged with crimson stitching to add a bit of fashion to his rather bland appearance.

His hair hangs about his head in a casual disarray in is a brilliant silver colour, distinguishing him in any crowd he goes to. With a light golden brown skin and an Athletic build, most people are willing to underestimate him, thinking him just some rich pretty boy who doesn’t know anything about anything. His true form quickly makes them reconsider that, when he feels the need to take it.

His true form is only taken in rare situations where he finds it needed to access the full depths of his strength. He remains a little over six feet tall, but a pure white hood covers his head as his wings flare out to the sides. His wings have become black feathered since his fall from the angelic courts, and for those that know anything of his kind, know that he is only more dangerous because of it. Armour seemingly made of pure light envelopes his form, bathing the area in a holy radiance that blinds and stuns his enemies, burning away the shadows and anywhere they might hide for him to strike down.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

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1. Reading
2. Nature
3. Quiet
4. Meeting New People
5. Helping People
DISLIKES:
1. Arrogance
2. Seafood
3. Large Crowds
4. Fighting
5. Churches
STRENGTHS:
1. The Violin
2. Finding Things
3. Cooking
4. Racial Strengths
WEAKNESSES:
1. A Sucker for the Classical Music
2. Places a High Value on Life
3. Gets Too Attached to People Sometimes
4. Racial Weaknesses
SECRETS: Is a Romantic At Heart
OVERALL:
His favourite past time is hands down reading. He loves getting a new book and squirreling himself away somewhere to read until it’s finished, and loves the variety of worlds that one could immerse themselves in. He also loves nature in all its form, the unmarred beauty of the world on a starry night. He prefers to live far from cities and all the major light sources in order to enjoy the quiet and solitude of it. He also loves meeting new people and helping everyone he can. As an immortal, all too often he finds himself alone, and he likes having someone to spend his time with, and in order to repay them for sharing their time with him, he goes out of his way to help however he can, and is fiercely loyal to his friends.

Perhaps it’s because he’s an angel, but he has an extreme dislike for arrogance. He sees no reason as to why one person or group should elevate themselves above others, as they are all equal in his eyes. Because of this, he’s respectful to everyone, and isn’t above doing any kind of manual labor or work. He lives true to his ideals. He also has a distaste for seafood. It’s nasty, so sue him. He dislikes large crowds because in crowds, people get a mob mentality more often than not and get stupid. They always seem in a hurry, and are unable to take time to enjoy the world around them. Plus, he doesn’t like being jostled around in their haste. After eons of combat, he’s grown to dislike that as well. Not to say that he isn’t extremely capable, but he sees no reason why anyone should fight, preferring instead deterrence and peaceful negotiation. Should it come to it however, he’ll take up arms and fight with everything he has in him. His final dislike is churches. Strange for an Angel, right? Well, some of the most terrible crimes in history have been committed by the church in the name of a god, you get fanatics and zealots abound declaring their one god the only true one and all sorts of bad juju. Plus they remind him of his home, and everything he sacrificed.

His first strength is the violin. He loves playing the violin whenever he can, and after many long years of practice, he’s become quite good at it. He owns one of the original Stradivarius violins, considered by many to be the best instruments around, and easily one of the most expensive and rare. It’s an old keepsake of his, and he cares for it lovingly and carefully maintains it, and will often play by the moonlight for the romanticism to it. He’s also extremely good at finding things. Through the use of minor magics, locating people, places and objects come quite easily to him, as he’s spent his entire life guarding people or places, he’s always had to have a keen eye for detail and observe everything. Even without his spells, he’s become excellent at the mundane forms of tracking humans usually associate with detectives like Sherlock. He’s also quite good at cooking. Due to the nature of his fall from the High Heavens, he developed a desire to become an excellent cook in order to prepare meals for the one he loves, and as such devotes as much time in the kitchen as he does to his violin.

His racial strengths are fairly simple. As a Seraphim, the highest order of angels, his natural abilities are vastly increased. Much stronger, faster and more enduring than a normal human. He no longer has the limited omniscience that his brethren hold, but he has an eidetic memory that allows him to remember and recall anything he sees or hears, and since he’s an angel, his brain isn’t limited in its capacity like a humans is. He also has Heliomancy, control over light. With this, he creates bridges and the like, light where there is darkness, and weapons and armour if he must. Usually he just uses it to enhance a violin performance though. As a former member of the Guardians however, he has even more unique abilities. He can create a bond with whomever it is he’s chosen to protect, and this confers several advantages. He can speak to them telepathically from a great distance away, he can take some of their emotions onto himself, to help them cope with anger or pain or sadness, and he can always find them, no matter where they are. He doesn’t create this bond lightly however, as growing too close to someone usually sets himself up to be hurt when he must leave or they pass on. To date, he’s never failed in his duties. He also has an increased natural healing ability that allows him to regenerate almost any wound over time. He can’t come back from the dead however, but nor can he die. Instead, he is sent back to the High Heavens, and from there must find a way to return to earth, then return to the side of the one he’s protecting. However, should he lose an arm or the like, it returns over time, regardless of his location. It takes about a week however, doing which point he’s practically useless. He also has powerful spells at his disposal. Mainly spells of tracking, finding and healing, he has little in the way of combat magics, instead relying on his martial skill. The final abilities of being a guardian are simple. He can reappear by the person he’s guarding instantly, within sight however. If he can’t see them, he can’t appear by their side, and he can reverse this to bring them to his side.

His first weakness has to be Classical music. He loves the old symphonies and concertos of a bye gone era, far more than the music of the modern day. He’ll more often than not stop whatever he’s doing in order to listen to them, and if he has his violin with him, he’ll often play along. His second weakness is that he places a high value on life, no matter who’s or what it is. Often this has been used against him, and he will gladly trade himself for their safety. Very rarely is the time where he’ll try to take out the enemy before they can hurt a hostage, and so chooses instead to take their place, and take their suffering as his own. His third weakness is that he gets too attached to people sometimes. This makes it difficult for him should they pass or should he be recalled to the high heavens. He always spends time mourning after this, and feels the loss keenly as if he lost his own family. Should he ever fail in his duties, it is presumed that he’d abandon his ideals and principles, and instead become a true fallen, consumed by hate and the need for vengeance.

His racial weakness are obscured by lack of knowledge on the high courts, but what is know shall be recorded here. They angels of the High Heavens pride themselves on their purity, and even allowing a little darkness or mortal emotion into their being taints them, and they become fallen, losing the majority of their angelic powers and status amongst the courts. The true angels of the courts are often unfamiliar with the concept of emotions, the leaders instead embodying a particular ideal, and as such are unable to fathom the motivations behind the mortals actions. Hellfire is a particular weakness of the angels, fallen or no. Beings of light and purity, the random, chaotic and hell fused energies of demonic fire wreak havoc upon their forms, burning them relentlessly and filling their body with anguish normally unknown to them. They also have a strict tenet system and hierarchy they follow religiously, which can be used against them by an intelligent opponent, taking advantage of their inability to break from orders or act for themselves. Fallen are usually unaffected by these manipulations, as they learn to operate for themselves. Some fallen however still hold true to their faith and ideals and will never compromise them, and more than one demon has used to the demise of someone they were trying to guard, by offering them one life, or hundreds. Additional weaknesses shall be recorded as they are uncovered.

His greatest secret is that he’s a romantic at heart. When he fell in love, he desired to be everything she could ever dream of. As such, he goes to great lengths in order to be as romantic for her as he can. He’ll cook her dinner, serenade her by the moonlight as he plays the violin, and will randomly send her roses whenever he can. As such, he’s also taken to helping the underdog get the girl, and takes great pleasure in trying to help the little guy win.



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WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] None
FATHER: None
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER PEOPLE:
HISTORY:
Born countless eons ago in the High Heavens, Sero was one of the first of the Angels created. He was crafted a Seraphim, the highest order of the angel courts, and one of the most powerful. He became head of the Guardians, a branch devoted to the preservation of the humans that were threatened by the creatures of darkness and evil. In early wars against the minions of the Burning Hells, Sero distinguished himself on the battlefield for his passion and dedication to the cause and his companions. He made sure every angel under his command made it home safely. He was never skilled at combat magics, but his healing abilities and martial prowess quickly became legendary amongst the angels who respected the rather quiet man even more. He never spoke more words than were needed, and never spoke carelessly or without great thought. Every time he decided to weigh in on a matter, the other leaders of the court listened intently and took his words to heart.

Eons would pass at war with the demons before the world began to develop and the humans had arrived, and a new twist to the war would be added. His job became more important than ever as the demons tried to turn the humans into slaves and followers, wishing to marshall them into an army to march on the High Heavens. The angels naturally had to prevent this from happening, and so a faction war began on the earth as well, with the demons trying to enslave the humans, and the angels fighting to liberate them. Sero himself led countless raids against demon strongholds in order to push them back, and eventually the angels settled into an armistice with the demons, that the Earth would remain free from either sides influence. The demons agreed because they realized how quickly the humans could turn on them, and they were a force to be reckoned with to be sure. Both sides returned to fighting each other, but kept a wary eye on the earth. Time marched on, and the humans began to develop further, causing increasing alarm within the Burning Hells and the High Heavens. Members of both side’s ruling council wished to cleanse the earth of the mortals, for fear of what they might do. However, each side had its opposition. Sero was that voice in the High Heavens. Long had he watched the mortals grow and developed, seen the emergence of other races and cultures, watched history advance and be made, and he spoke out against the Purge. He argued that the humans had the right to live an advance as had both demons and angels, and his arguments shamed the others, for they had begun to let their own fears cloud them.

It was then that Sero took on the mantle of Guardian for the earth, devoting much of his time and people to that world, defending people, cities and nations. He would fight off demons summoned from the Burning Hells and enslaved to the wills of humans to destroy their opponents, he would fight off vampiric incursions and attempts to dominate cities, he would stand as a single bastion of light against the tides of darkness that threatened to sweep the earth, and for a while, a simple yet uneasy peace seemed to fall on the planet. The mortals and supernaturals lived in unease for years, before war would once again break out, and Sero would be thrust into the most devastating war in his long existence. The High Heavens and the Burning Hells both ceased their ageless war in order to watch the events unfold on the planet in mute horror, the stark reality of a human’s capability laid bare before them. Sero would not give up, however.

Mass genocide was being enacted by the humans, aided by their destructive weapons created by science, manned by the fearful humans bent on destroying all that they didn’t understand and feared. He fought against both sides in this war, defending everyone he could, rescuing many would be victims and their families and leading them to safety where they could escape the war. Eventually a silence fell across the battlefield as the supernatural creatures of the world went into hiding, acting as normal humans in order to blend in, and Sero returned to the High Heavens, where he was met by much anger. His fellows began to turn on him, blaming him for what they saw as their destruction on the horizon, for allowing the humans to live. He refused to back down from his beliefs however, and still supported their right to live, and in time, he would return to earth, as a new underground war would begin.

Driven by hatred at having to live in the dark, the Yajuu, as they came to be known, began striking back at the humans from the shadows, careful to keep their existence and movements hidden. The war would last for many more years, and it was during this time that Sero fell from grace. In the midst of the war on a blood soaked battlefield he’d met the woman that would change his life. In short time, he fell in love with her, and spent his time guarding her, following her wherever she went. No matter what had threatened her, he’d protected at all costs, ensuring her safety above even his own. When the war finally died down, her bid her farewell for a time, promising to return in short order, and returned to the High Heavens. It was here, that the Heavenly Court finally turned on him.

They claimed that he had been seduced by the woman, and that he had turned traitor to their people, and so banished him from Heaven. He was cast out, and as he fell to earth, his wings blackened and the angelic power within him dwindled as he fell from grace. He accepted it all stoically however, for there wasn’t a thing he would change. He fell to the earth in disgrace to the eyes of his people, but to him, he’d sacrificed everything for the woman he loved. He landed on the earth with defiance in his eyes as he spread his blackened wings and took flight, returning to the last known place his love had been, the mountains of Colorado.

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RP SAMPLE:
”Sero, for falling prey to the emotions of humans, for letting your judgment be clouded and your actions coloured, this council deems you unfit to bear a holy mantle. Your punishment is to be banishment for such a time as this council sees fit, do you have anything to say on your behalf?” Imperius questioned, chosen leader of the Angelic Court. He was a brilliant light in their realm, known as the Angel of Valour to the mortals below, dressed in robes of deep crimson and a shining gold breastplate, his eyes stern, yet holding a hint of sadness for the loss of one of their dearest friends and most respected leaders. They had all agreed however, that the humans had begun to become much more dangerous than initially thought, and that a purge may perhaps be necessary, impeded only by the leader of the Guardians, whom they had all held in high esteem. With him succumbing to mortal weakness, they had found him unfit of the holy mantle he wore and had determined to banish him from their realm.

”I do, Imperius.” he says, knowing full well that it was out of the norm for an angel to speak at his own denouncement, and that he was only given the chance for the respect they had for him. He bows in acknowledgement of this fact before rising to face the gathered council, his golden eyes steady and bright, meeting theirs without a hint of anger or betrayal, instead, they held what seemed to be amusement and forgiveness. ”Brothers and Sisters in arms, my friends, my family. I do not begrudge you this choice, for I know it is a product of fear.” he begins, noting that several of the council bristled at the thought of being called a coward, and a few shifted uneasily, lowering their eyes in mute apology for their actions. ”I do not regret my choice, and I never shall. These human emotions can be a detriment, perhaps, I concede this fact. But they can also be a great benefit. See the humans, watch as I have watched them. Great things have been done when they are driven by these emotions.” he says softly, beckoning to the world below with his manacled hands.

”The humans are not to be feared, for we pose no threat to them. Many revere our kind as gods, and messengers of the gods. Only the minions of the Burning Hells down there wish us harm, and they are minority. The humans are but children when compared to our timelessness, and as we have proven ourselves over the years, though we have stumbled at times, so too shall they. They are imperfect creatures in an imperfect world, struggling to make themselves and their children safe, to banish the darkness and embrace the light. Who are we if we do not help them? We shall be no better than the demons that we have fought these long eons. We must guide and protect them, not hate and fear them. If my banishment has been decided, then my only request is that you do not immediately hasten to destroy the humans and other races that dwell upon the earth. Watch as I have, and learned, and remember what we stand for.” he ends softly, stepping back to his appointed place, head held high as he waited for them to speak.

It was moments before anyone spoke, and it was once more Imperius that stepped forward. ”Long have you been respected in these courts, and long have your words been held in high esteem. This does not change the council’s decision however. Your banishment will still be fulfilled. However, go with the knowledge that we shall consider your words and we shall watch, for a time, before deciding on how to handle them.” he states simply, before turning away as Sero was led from the Council Chambers in chains, through the golden streets where their people watched a hero and leader begin his banishment. He was led to the golden gates, the entrance to their realm, and the guards removed his manacles, nodding briefly to him, sorrow in his eyes. They were members of his Guardians, and they were filled with sorrow at the sight of their leader being cast out. ”Fear not for me brothers, for I shall live on. Give the Council one final message for me, if you will. Though I may be exiled, I shall remain at their service should they ever need my assistance.” he says, before raising his voice to the gathered crowds.

”Any of you that find yourself lost and in need of help are free to seek my aid, for you shall always remain my brothers in arms. Fare the well.” he says, before stepping back and casting himself from his home. As he fell towards the earth, he twisted to turn his gaze from the beautiful radiance of his home, to the natural grace of the world below. His wings stretched behind him as the heavenly light faded from them, the feathers turning black as a mark of his exile. With a sound like thunder, he impacted the earth, sinking deep into the crater, before rising to his full height. His blackened wings hung limply behind him as the air stirred the hair about his head, golden eyes staring into the distance, before slipping closed. So he was banished, forbidden to return unless the Court recalled him from exile. ”I may be in exile, but I’m not alone. Wait for me my love, I shall be there soon.” he whispers softly, before a powerful beat of his wings launched him in the air, rocketing him towards the new world, and the mountains of a place called Colorado.
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