Post by Serafina Naquam on Jan 6, 2008 4:26:00 GMT 10
Name: Serafina Nequam
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Fallen Angels
Race: Fallen Angel
Class: Assassin
Serafina has always preferred long-range combat, disappearing into her surroundings and killing in secret, her bow slicing through the air and silently it would murder. Her bow and arrow had been passed down throughout her family for centuries, with her family crest encrypted into the old steel. The bow's grip is embedded with pure gold, layered with a transparent carbon-fiber material, also beneficial in not only protecting the gold, but gripping as well. The limbs, back, and belly of the bow are made of steel; gold designs were embedded into the metal, however, although faded, the gold always threatened enemies by glistening underneath sunlight. The arrows were masterfully made by her, a secret art her family used to be famous for. They were made specifically to be able to be used more than once, even when successfully inserted into another body. The arrows also flew through the air quickly, and almost disappeared if they positioned on the bow correctly. The sheep-skin case for the arrows resembles the same designs that her bow does. When Serafina is forced into close-combat, however, she is prepared with a short sword that, once again, was passed down through her family. Three feet in length, the hilt, six inches long, is wrapped in sheep skin and dyed with berries, revealing its burgundy color. Two prongs stick out of the side of the sword, at the base of the hilt, made out of pure gold with ancient writings encrypted into it. The sword, three feet and six inches in length, about, is made of steel. Also, she has two small daggers that look similar to her short sword.
Bow and Arrow
Short Sword
Pet:
Inn:
Ship:
Wings:
Serafina has long, straight black hair that hangs past her shoulders. She has bangs that occassionally get in the way of her eyes, but because her eyes show most of her expression, she is happy that something can hide her weakness. She has very pale, soft, skin, that she tends to leave exposed in battle. Her basic uniform is a black leather vest and tight spandex shorts. She usually wears leather gloves and lightweight, black shoes with a red lining inside. Her clothing does not match her weapons, but she has chosen a different path than most of her family has - being an assassin. Serafina is fairly short, although her exact height is unknown, and she is lightweight, which helps make her stealthy and quick. Her eyes are a light brown that seem to always be able to show her feelings and expressions, but she usually tries to keep them slightly hidden by her long bangs. Her facial expression usually shows no emotion at all. Serafina also has a very large scar on her back, from her top right shoulder blade to her left hip.
Serafina, in one word, appears emotionless. The only way one can see what she is thinking simply by looking at her would be if you can get a glimpse of her eyes. She does not look to show weakness, as her father had trained her: weakness will let others overpower you, it will allow others to take control of you and you will be completely helpless. If you show weakness, you may as well be dead. Because of this, Serafina has a very hard time warming up to anybody, even her own people, and so she usually comes off as heartless and cold.
However, that statement would not be completely incorrect: she doesn't care for very many other people, and will never put others before herself. Self indulged some may call her, but she is not that either: she is simply meant to do her duties and that is all. A very critical thinker, Serafina is surprisingly intelligent and very tactful. She spent most of her childhood serving under her father and following his actions, all of which influenced who she is today. Her father was not a captain, nor was he a leader of the Fallen Angels in any way, but he was a warrior and a very skilled one at that. She takes much pride in her people, her family, herself, and all that she stands for. If you get in the way of any of these, she will not hesitate in a moment to kill you.
She kills relentlessly, and does not spare lives, no matter what. If she is ordered to kill someone, she will kill them and all that get in her way. She does, however, have a soft spot for elders and very young children, one of her weaknesses that she tries to hide. When asked to kill an innocent child, or an elder (one who is incapable of fighting), she will more than likely spare their lives if she can do so unnoticed. Occasionally, however, she is forced to murder, and those scars forever remain in her memories. She does not forgive, nor does she forget.
On a good side, Serafina can be kind-hearted towards those she does trust, or those she respect. She will bow her head in obedience and speak politely, showing manners and treating you as if you are royalty. However, to gain her trust or respect is not an easy task. If you expect her to respect you, you must show her some respect first. Gaining her trust is even more difficult and has been said to be nearly impossible. Serafina's father has always told her that if you trust anybody, they will become a traitor and you will lose your trust and humanity to that person. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer...
Fearless, merciless, nearly-heartless... She is a true assassin, quick and sly she moves with ease and roams through the streets unnoticed. A Fallen Angel, she holds many grudges on the other armies in Lilan, especially the Ice Warriors. However much she may want to kill each one of them, however, she only does so upon orders. Serafina is certainly a difficult person to understand, and an even harder challenge to warm up to.
Serafina was born a Fallen Angel, and lived on to be a Fallen Angel, however she was always a little different from the rest of her kind. It was typical of Fallen Angels to begin growing wings after the first few weeks of being born, or at least within the first year. Serafina, however, was never given this chance. The Naquam family does not have very many allies outside of the Fallen Angels, but they do have many, many ancient enemies. The day after Serafina was born, she kidnapped by the head of the family Trishton, of the Ice Warriors. Serafina was born during a very unfortunate time: when the Ice Warriors were beginning to have complete control of Svëna. The Fallen Angels were reviving.
Serafina was given a horrid fate, worse than that of having your wings removed: Serafina was given the curse of never being able to grow wings. The Trishton family learned of the Fallen Angels' secret, and took complete advantage of that when Serafina was born. They discovered the specific nerves and muscles of the body that were unique of Fallen Angels, and these would allow the growth of wings. When Serafina was captured, they cut her back and broke those nerves, and actually brushed and cut the vital organs that would have soon been her wings. Torture it was, but Serafina did not realize the cost of this act until she was much older.
When Serafina reached the age of four, her father began her intense training on becoming a warrior. At such a young age, Serafina did not realize how difficult of a task this would truly be. But, her performances were almost always impressive and sometimes, on good days, her acts would be flawless. Her father had continued this training until Serafina was eighteen years old. During this time period, her mother had died dramatically, and horrifically.
Serafina's father was unusually protective, an act he did not act upon very often, but if anything dangerous had even approached her or her mother, then he would kill them in an instant, not even with a questioning thought as to what they specifically wanted. This has happened on multiple occasions, as his father continued to gain more and more enemies as time passed on. Although those enemies he did make were not very important people, they still attempted several murder attempts within his family.
As for her mother's death, it was slow, and gruesome, and Serafina was forced to watch. They were in their newly built house, up high in the trees, and she was watching the snow briskly fall on the leaves outside, calm and peaceful she was. Her eyes always had a twinkle to them, and when she entered a room, the mood lifted and it was nearly impossible to even have negative thoughts in her presence. Serafina always viewed her as the most beautiful woman that ever lived, her long, silky black hair reaching a length of over three feet, however she managed to keep it perfect. Her skin was very pale, but perfect with a glow that emitted from her, making any dark room appear lighter. Serafina was sitting nearby and she watched her mother carefully, smiling as she did so, in admiration.
Her father was not home that evening; he was hunting in the mountains, looking for some meat to eat for tonight's dinner. This was a daily routine, that usually took about two hours until he returned home. Those two hours were rather bothersome, and always the two females would fear for his safe return. The Mountains of Ice were, after all, Ice Warrior territory, and should he be spotted, death would come. However, that day, everything seemed a little more peaceful. Serafina couldn't help but gaze at the beautiful snowfall outside, as well. She stood next to her mother on her toes, resting her chin on the wooden window sill. She laughed softly, causing Serafina's skin to tickle, as she lifted her daughter up with ease and placed her standing in the window, large enough that she could stand full height. She laughed. It was a precious moment, it was perfect...
Suddenly, however, just as quickly as the moment had happened, it was gone. Serafina heard a stifling scream come from her mother, the most horrific and fearful sound that ever came out of her delicate lips. Serafina froze in her spot, as she gazed at her mother with wide, tearful eyes. An arrow was sticking out of her left breast, as her hand quickly moved towards the arrow and she pulled it out, blood spurting from the open wound. Serafina's stomach was twisting, she felt nauseous, but her grievance for her mother was more powerful. It hadn't taken very long before more arrows were shot through the window. Serafina had not noticed an arrow coming towards her, but her mother had. She pushed Serafina back into the house roughly, but she ignored the sudden pain of the landing. Serafina's mother was again, stabbed with an arrow, this time in her temple. She fell to the ground, a puddle of blood surrounding her. When her father returned, the murders were faced with death themselves, but they took her mother with them.
After Serafina turned eighteen, she was free to roam on her own free will. She chose to become an assassin, simply because she did not have the heart of a warrior, she was a natural born killer and she did not like sparing lives, like a noble warrior might. In turn, she had murdered many, and spared very few lives. Today, she is one of the best assassins the Fallen Angels have come to see.
Being a Fallen Angel: Her father had been banished long before she was born, but his child was still destined to have wings. However, wings seemed to be a very dangerous thing at that time, especially for a Fallen Angel, and they were taken away by the Ice Warriors. Although not quite for the exact same reason as most of the Fallen Angels, her wings had been taken away, nonetheless, for she was born in Lilan and never had the chance of banishment.
Her heart beat fast as she tried to catch her breath, a drop of sweat trickled down her temple. Her eyes showed exhaustion, but her face was stern and alert. Her large father stood before her and she saw him tapping his foot impatiently. He grabbed her by the shoulder and lifted her limp and sore body from the ground. She gritted her teeth but remained calm and composed. He stared into her eyes, his face completely chill and unreadable: she had no idea what he was thinking. He spit at her feet.
"You need to move faster, and you have to be quieter. I could hear you from twenty feet away. Do it again!" He pushed her onto the ground and she didn't hesitate to stand up and jump into the trees, disappearing into the darkness. She stopped quite a distance away and held onto the trunk of a tree, several feet away. Her throat was begging of thirst, deprived from water for more than thirteen hours. This was a typical training day for her, but her body never seemed to be able to grow used to the activities she was forced to do. She closed her eyes and her fingers dug into the bark of the tree. Blood dripped from underneath her fingernails, but she took no notice to the sting. Her muscles ached, and her eyes felt sore. The sunlight was exceptionally strong that day, and her skin began to burn.
She opened her eyes and turned around, jumping on the branches as quietly and swiftly as she could. Her eyes were focused to her surroundings, when suddenly she felt something sharp and painful hit her arm. She refrained from screaming and she missed the branch she was supposed to land on. She slammed to the ground, and her entire body, for a moment, shook and seared with pain, but quickly afterwards she was numb. She heard her father's footsteps near her head and she knew she had disappointed him.
"My daughter... you were not even prepared for an attack, let alone were you able to handle the shock of the arrow and you actually fell to the ground... If you were in battle right now, you would have been murdered, do you realize that? I, your enemy, may have killed you." She didn't speak or make any movement, disgruntled. Her breathing was raspy and harsh. "You have upset me greatly this evening. Your performance was almost flawless this morning, but after hours and hours, you just can't seem to handle it. You are just like that brother of yours'... Anchor, a traitor, and a werewolf... he is useless! And so are you."
Anger fluttered through Serafina. She stood up slowly, her legs shaking, and she stared at her father with furious eyes. "I am not useless! I will prove it to you! I can do anything you tell me to do!"
He took a step forward and pushed her against a tree. "Then do what I have asked you to do, and this time, you had better be prepared for an attack."
A Storm is Coming...[/color]
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Fallen Angels
Race: Fallen Angel
Class: Assassin
Weapons of Choice:
Serafina has always preferred long-range combat, disappearing into her surroundings and killing in secret, her bow slicing through the air and silently it would murder. Her bow and arrow had been passed down throughout her family for centuries, with her family crest encrypted into the old steel. The bow's grip is embedded with pure gold, layered with a transparent carbon-fiber material, also beneficial in not only protecting the gold, but gripping as well. The limbs, back, and belly of the bow are made of steel; gold designs were embedded into the metal, however, although faded, the gold always threatened enemies by glistening underneath sunlight. The arrows were masterfully made by her, a secret art her family used to be famous for. They were made specifically to be able to be used more than once, even when successfully inserted into another body. The arrows also flew through the air quickly, and almost disappeared if they positioned on the bow correctly. The sheep-skin case for the arrows resembles the same designs that her bow does. When Serafina is forced into close-combat, however, she is prepared with a short sword that, once again, was passed down through her family. Three feet in length, the hilt, six inches long, is wrapped in sheep skin and dyed with berries, revealing its burgundy color. Two prongs stick out of the side of the sword, at the base of the hilt, made out of pure gold with ancient writings encrypted into it. The sword, three feet and six inches in length, about, is made of steel. Also, she has two small daggers that look similar to her short sword.
Bow and Arrow
Short Sword
Pet:
Inn:
Ship:
Wings:
Appearance:
Serafina has long, straight black hair that hangs past her shoulders. She has bangs that occassionally get in the way of her eyes, but because her eyes show most of her expression, she is happy that something can hide her weakness. She has very pale, soft, skin, that she tends to leave exposed in battle. Her basic uniform is a black leather vest and tight spandex shorts. She usually wears leather gloves and lightweight, black shoes with a red lining inside. Her clothing does not match her weapons, but she has chosen a different path than most of her family has - being an assassin. Serafina is fairly short, although her exact height is unknown, and she is lightweight, which helps make her stealthy and quick. Her eyes are a light brown that seem to always be able to show her feelings and expressions, but she usually tries to keep them slightly hidden by her long bangs. Her facial expression usually shows no emotion at all. Serafina also has a very large scar on her back, from her top right shoulder blade to her left hip.
Personality:
Serafina, in one word, appears emotionless. The only way one can see what she is thinking simply by looking at her would be if you can get a glimpse of her eyes. She does not look to show weakness, as her father had trained her: weakness will let others overpower you, it will allow others to take control of you and you will be completely helpless. If you show weakness, you may as well be dead. Because of this, Serafina has a very hard time warming up to anybody, even her own people, and so she usually comes off as heartless and cold.
However, that statement would not be completely incorrect: she doesn't care for very many other people, and will never put others before herself. Self indulged some may call her, but she is not that either: she is simply meant to do her duties and that is all. A very critical thinker, Serafina is surprisingly intelligent and very tactful. She spent most of her childhood serving under her father and following his actions, all of which influenced who she is today. Her father was not a captain, nor was he a leader of the Fallen Angels in any way, but he was a warrior and a very skilled one at that. She takes much pride in her people, her family, herself, and all that she stands for. If you get in the way of any of these, she will not hesitate in a moment to kill you.
She kills relentlessly, and does not spare lives, no matter what. If she is ordered to kill someone, she will kill them and all that get in her way. She does, however, have a soft spot for elders and very young children, one of her weaknesses that she tries to hide. When asked to kill an innocent child, or an elder (one who is incapable of fighting), she will more than likely spare their lives if she can do so unnoticed. Occasionally, however, she is forced to murder, and those scars forever remain in her memories. She does not forgive, nor does she forget.
On a good side, Serafina can be kind-hearted towards those she does trust, or those she respect. She will bow her head in obedience and speak politely, showing manners and treating you as if you are royalty. However, to gain her trust or respect is not an easy task. If you expect her to respect you, you must show her some respect first. Gaining her trust is even more difficult and has been said to be nearly impossible. Serafina's father has always told her that if you trust anybody, they will become a traitor and you will lose your trust and humanity to that person. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer...
Fearless, merciless, nearly-heartless... She is a true assassin, quick and sly she moves with ease and roams through the streets unnoticed. A Fallen Angel, she holds many grudges on the other armies in Lilan, especially the Ice Warriors. However much she may want to kill each one of them, however, she only does so upon orders. Serafina is certainly a difficult person to understand, and an even harder challenge to warm up to.
History:
Serafina was born a Fallen Angel, and lived on to be a Fallen Angel, however she was always a little different from the rest of her kind. It was typical of Fallen Angels to begin growing wings after the first few weeks of being born, or at least within the first year. Serafina, however, was never given this chance. The Naquam family does not have very many allies outside of the Fallen Angels, but they do have many, many ancient enemies. The day after Serafina was born, she kidnapped by the head of the family Trishton, of the Ice Warriors. Serafina was born during a very unfortunate time: when the Ice Warriors were beginning to have complete control of Svëna. The Fallen Angels were reviving.
Serafina was given a horrid fate, worse than that of having your wings removed: Serafina was given the curse of never being able to grow wings. The Trishton family learned of the Fallen Angels' secret, and took complete advantage of that when Serafina was born. They discovered the specific nerves and muscles of the body that were unique of Fallen Angels, and these would allow the growth of wings. When Serafina was captured, they cut her back and broke those nerves, and actually brushed and cut the vital organs that would have soon been her wings. Torture it was, but Serafina did not realize the cost of this act until she was much older.
When Serafina reached the age of four, her father began her intense training on becoming a warrior. At such a young age, Serafina did not realize how difficult of a task this would truly be. But, her performances were almost always impressive and sometimes, on good days, her acts would be flawless. Her father had continued this training until Serafina was eighteen years old. During this time period, her mother had died dramatically, and horrifically.
Serafina's father was unusually protective, an act he did not act upon very often, but if anything dangerous had even approached her or her mother, then he would kill them in an instant, not even with a questioning thought as to what they specifically wanted. This has happened on multiple occasions, as his father continued to gain more and more enemies as time passed on. Although those enemies he did make were not very important people, they still attempted several murder attempts within his family.
As for her mother's death, it was slow, and gruesome, and Serafina was forced to watch. They were in their newly built house, up high in the trees, and she was watching the snow briskly fall on the leaves outside, calm and peaceful she was. Her eyes always had a twinkle to them, and when she entered a room, the mood lifted and it was nearly impossible to even have negative thoughts in her presence. Serafina always viewed her as the most beautiful woman that ever lived, her long, silky black hair reaching a length of over three feet, however she managed to keep it perfect. Her skin was very pale, but perfect with a glow that emitted from her, making any dark room appear lighter. Serafina was sitting nearby and she watched her mother carefully, smiling as she did so, in admiration.
Her father was not home that evening; he was hunting in the mountains, looking for some meat to eat for tonight's dinner. This was a daily routine, that usually took about two hours until he returned home. Those two hours were rather bothersome, and always the two females would fear for his safe return. The Mountains of Ice were, after all, Ice Warrior territory, and should he be spotted, death would come. However, that day, everything seemed a little more peaceful. Serafina couldn't help but gaze at the beautiful snowfall outside, as well. She stood next to her mother on her toes, resting her chin on the wooden window sill. She laughed softly, causing Serafina's skin to tickle, as she lifted her daughter up with ease and placed her standing in the window, large enough that she could stand full height. She laughed. It was a precious moment, it was perfect...
Suddenly, however, just as quickly as the moment had happened, it was gone. Serafina heard a stifling scream come from her mother, the most horrific and fearful sound that ever came out of her delicate lips. Serafina froze in her spot, as she gazed at her mother with wide, tearful eyes. An arrow was sticking out of her left breast, as her hand quickly moved towards the arrow and she pulled it out, blood spurting from the open wound. Serafina's stomach was twisting, she felt nauseous, but her grievance for her mother was more powerful. It hadn't taken very long before more arrows were shot through the window. Serafina had not noticed an arrow coming towards her, but her mother had. She pushed Serafina back into the house roughly, but she ignored the sudden pain of the landing. Serafina's mother was again, stabbed with an arrow, this time in her temple. She fell to the ground, a puddle of blood surrounding her. When her father returned, the murders were faced with death themselves, but they took her mother with them.
After Serafina turned eighteen, she was free to roam on her own free will. She chose to become an assassin, simply because she did not have the heart of a warrior, she was a natural born killer and she did not like sparing lives, like a noble warrior might. In turn, she had murdered many, and spared very few lives. Today, she is one of the best assassins the Fallen Angels have come to see.
Being a Fallen Angel: Her father had been banished long before she was born, but his child was still destined to have wings. However, wings seemed to be a very dangerous thing at that time, especially for a Fallen Angel, and they were taken away by the Ice Warriors. Although not quite for the exact same reason as most of the Fallen Angels, her wings had been taken away, nonetheless, for she was born in Lilan and never had the chance of banishment.
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Her heart beat fast as she tried to catch her breath, a drop of sweat trickled down her temple. Her eyes showed exhaustion, but her face was stern and alert. Her large father stood before her and she saw him tapping his foot impatiently. He grabbed her by the shoulder and lifted her limp and sore body from the ground. She gritted her teeth but remained calm and composed. He stared into her eyes, his face completely chill and unreadable: she had no idea what he was thinking. He spit at her feet.
"You need to move faster, and you have to be quieter. I could hear you from twenty feet away. Do it again!" He pushed her onto the ground and she didn't hesitate to stand up and jump into the trees, disappearing into the darkness. She stopped quite a distance away and held onto the trunk of a tree, several feet away. Her throat was begging of thirst, deprived from water for more than thirteen hours. This was a typical training day for her, but her body never seemed to be able to grow used to the activities she was forced to do. She closed her eyes and her fingers dug into the bark of the tree. Blood dripped from underneath her fingernails, but she took no notice to the sting. Her muscles ached, and her eyes felt sore. The sunlight was exceptionally strong that day, and her skin began to burn.
She opened her eyes and turned around, jumping on the branches as quietly and swiftly as she could. Her eyes were focused to her surroundings, when suddenly she felt something sharp and painful hit her arm. She refrained from screaming and she missed the branch she was supposed to land on. She slammed to the ground, and her entire body, for a moment, shook and seared with pain, but quickly afterwards she was numb. She heard her father's footsteps near her head and she knew she had disappointed him.
"My daughter... you were not even prepared for an attack, let alone were you able to handle the shock of the arrow and you actually fell to the ground... If you were in battle right now, you would have been murdered, do you realize that? I, your enemy, may have killed you." She didn't speak or make any movement, disgruntled. Her breathing was raspy and harsh. "You have upset me greatly this evening. Your performance was almost flawless this morning, but after hours and hours, you just can't seem to handle it. You are just like that brother of yours'... Anchor, a traitor, and a werewolf... he is useless! And so are you."
Anger fluttered through Serafina. She stood up slowly, her legs shaking, and she stared at her father with furious eyes. "I am not useless! I will prove it to you! I can do anything you tell me to do!"
He took a step forward and pushed her against a tree. "Then do what I have asked you to do, and this time, you had better be prepared for an attack."
A Storm is Coming...[/color]
