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Memoirs of a Lone Wolf


Kem Pet Unsu
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Gaia Name: Kem Pet Unsu

Character Name: Lucio

Race: Fallen Angel

Gender: Male

Height/Weight: Angel: 130 pounds, 6'2. Human: 140 pounds, 6'0

Orientation: Heterosexual

Age: Many millennia old, more than he cares to recall.

Personality: Lucio is an extremely caring person despite his outward appearance. He was banished from the heavens long ago for defending a demon in one of the many ancient wars between Heaven and Hell. Lucio, having been created as one of the first fighter angels, would have normally been destroyed for such treason. But, the rulers of Heaven decided instead to banish him on Earth for all eternity, and only when the world itself would end would it be decided if he could return to his heavenly abode or not.

Lucio is kind to everyone not because he wants to return to Heaven, but because it is who he is. He cannot stand to see pain and suffering, so he heals other’s wounds and comforts them. Yet, despite all of his kindness, he is a truly sad person, always feeling alone and abandoned. He refuses to show it though, and only when some get too close to him does that pain show, against his will.

Biography: Lucio was one of the first angels created, and was once a perfect version of an angel. His armor was silver with gold detail, his wings as soft white as a puffy cloud. His eyes, blue as the skies. He was perfection, he was everything an angel should be. He defended the weak, fought for his cause, and was kind all the way to his very heart.

He had one flaw though. Be it enemy or friend, he could never take it upon himself to fight someone weaker than him or someone already beaten. In his final war, he was sent to fight in Hell. Inside of it, he saw another fighter angel ready to attack a female demon cradling a young child to her breast. Both mother and child were covered in blood, the child screaming in fear and the mother begging for mercy. Lucio, unable to stand for such abuse, stepped between the woman and the fellow angel, shielding the woman from the blow and disarming the attacking angel. The woman was not important, a mere citizen of Hell in truth. But, many of the angels saw it as Lucio having protected a demon, and nothing more. The rulers gave him the very slim chance at redemption, but that chance came with many drawbacks.

Lucio could never die. It may seem a good thing, but after what should have been several lifetimes Lucio found it a torture in itself. He watched friends and even lovers die, but he could not follow them. Once he tried it, he stabbed himself in the heart after what should have been his third lifetime, but in weeks he awoke, coated in blood and the knife lying beside him, his blood dried on the blade. He realized unless his body was dismembered, he would always live, always be reborn after a coma-like stage that could easily pass for death if not observed carefully.

Lucio could also not age or change his appearance much. His human body was made to fit in with the rest of the world, but only just. His hair would be a touch too long or a touch too short, his body seeming frail and thin, his skin usually very pale and almost sickly-looking. He was always just a touch odd, just a touch strange, but normal enough to pass by fairly unnoticed.

Third, Lucio could not keep to his human body for long. After a handful of days, his back would ache and his small body feel cramped. If he did not allow himself to change, he would be forced into it, and the forced transformation would hurt more than the normal.

Lastly, Lucio’s transformations hurt him almost as much as dying would. The wings sprouting from his back may not bleed, but he feels the flesh tearing and moving as wings explode from his body. As his body stretches to take his angel form, it hurts and burns and at the same time makes him feel icy cold. He feels every tragedy to his heart as he changes too, he is forced to watch his loved ones die if he had seen them die, see their horrified face when they saw what he was. He must suffer the pain of all his lifetimes each time he transforms, and if someone touches him as he is shifting or shortly after, they see a glimpse of his pain. Often times, that glimpse has driven people to suicide.

Despite those drawbacks, Lucio is gifted with his Prayers of the Fallen. Upon saying the first Prayer, he can “heal” others. Although the person who was wounded may be mended, in reality Lucio is simply taking their wound and placing it to his body. Under his armor and clothing, his body is literally covered with scars, some earned in battles, some by his healing.

Lucio’s human form is also very strong. He may look weak, but he has some of his divine strength even in human form. It was a small treat allowed to him, so he could defend and protect those on the mortal realm while still masquerading as them.

Lucio’s body also heals very quickly. Because his human body is still touched with angelic powers, his wounds heal about two to three times faster than they would if he were a normal human. His wounds heal faster if he is sleeping, but as long as he doesn’t strain his aching parts he can heal about twice as fast as a normal person would under the same conditions. It is part of the reason why his body heals so quickly after he “dies”.

In Lucio’s fall from grace, his body was turned a dark gray, a sort of sooty black. Even his sword was charred to look dark. His eyes turned green, less kind-looking but extremely sorrowful. He is dark even in human form, and any clothes he wears often seem to take on a darker air, making even the brightest colors on his body slightly depressing.

Weapons: Lucio’s main weapon as an angel would be his sword, a divine weapon crafted in Heaven. Even after his fall, the sword kept its strength and power. His weapons in human and angel form are known as his Prayers of the Fallen, chants and rituals he learned on his time on the mortal realm. They are as followed.

First prayer: Healing. He can take the wounds of another and place them to his body. He can vary the degrees of the amount of wounds he takes, since he would bleed as much as if the wounds were placed to his body, but many times he tries to take all of the wounds of the person.

Second prayer: Divine Blow. He can take his own strength, the energy in his muscles and soul, and deliver it in a holy blast through his sword. Depending on how much of his energy he gives, he can often times kill an opponent that normally kill him. But, the energy he uses is gone, and he must replenish through rest. If he gives nearly all of it, he falls into unconsciousness very shortly after the blow is delivered.

Third Prayer: Heavenly Sight. At the cost of his eyes for an hour, he can see anywhere in the world. After a glimpse at the place he desires, he goes blind for exactly one hour, and no healer can repair his eyes.

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Kem Pet Unsu
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comment Commented on: Fri Aug 22, 2008 @ 10:03pm
Character Name: Valkyrie Fenrir, Val as a nickname.

Age: 20

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Height/Weight: 160 pounds, 5’9.

Occupation: Mercenary, bounty hunter, guard, just a general sword-for-hire.

Personality: Proud and strong, she enjoys flirting with people only to trump them and remind them there is immense muscle in her tall and slender body. She knows she has a large bust, so she uses it to trick people into getting drinks at a bar. But, once someone tries to get closer than buying drinks, she becomes very sharp and angry.

When meeting for a contract, she is very professional and cut-to-the-chase. She knows her place and will respect those with more power than her as long as she knows they deserve her respect. She will often argue with a weak king who hires her as a guard, or correct a foolish warlord on his tactics. She is very smart in the art of war and warfare, and has many times counseled warlords and generals in the war room.

Biography: Valkyrie grew up in a little mountain city, small only when compared to cities she had ventured to. Growing up, it was rather large. Large enough to have an army of fighters and weaponmakers and bakers and people of all trades. Many families kept trades going all their lives, hers being the most famous.

It started with a forefather so old she cannot trace it back in her family history, one of the original settlers of her homeland. When it was only a settlement, the area was ripe with thieves and smugglers and just generally bad people. One night, a group of over a dozen rogues tried to destroy the entire town, setting fire to rough cabins and slashing at those who ran out of the flames. Fenrir the First as he was later nicknamed ran out of his house through the back with a simple sword in his hands. Single-handedly, he took down every rogue, without a mark or scratch on him.

The tradition of fighting Fenrirs was passed down through the generations before it came to her time, but soon came a problem. Before, each family had at least one male. When Val was born, her mother took ill. It started slow, but as she grew up, at about the age of ten, it was decided that she could not carry or give birth to a healthy child. Her father gave up his hopes of raising a son and turned all of his attention on Val.

Valkyrie was already a great fighter for her age at the time, so the work of making her an expert was easy. By thirteen, Val was given her sword Second to None. She had already fought in battles, worked with her father to take down spies or possible threats. By fourteen, Valkyrie was known to every hitman, and every target, as a danger to their position.

Then, at sixteen, something terrible happened. Her father left to scout a possible attack of another village, and a day later was brought back on his sword, dying. Val reached her father in time to see him die, and the sight crushed a part of her heart. Her father was killed by people who moved in stealth, yet he still chose to die with honor; trying to stand on his blade.

That night, late at night, Valkyrie left her home. She carried little with her, only her own sword, and a few bits of necessities for what she planned to do. She went to where it was said her father was struck down, and set fire to their wagons. Then, fleeing the scene, she ran to her father’s tomb, stole his precious sword to carry on his legacy, and ran away from her home. She never returned since.

Although she doubted she would be turned away if she returned home, Valkyrie never decided to turn back. She saw her home as a source of shame, of her weaknesses and failures. She went out into the world, crossing oceans and mountains and deserts. Over time, she learned she had more than an affinity with metal, but a control over it. She can make it reshape, shrink in size and mass, make it grow and move through the air. She may not bend or twist her beloved swords, but she does twist an opponent’s sword, or make it stab them themselves. The control over metal has helped her greatly in her line of work.

Hobbies/Pastimes: Drinking, sparring, swimming in warm oceans, and sitting out in thunderstorms.

Weapons: Second-to-None and Odin. None is her blade, the smaller one. The larger sword is Odin. Both were crafted by the same blacksmith, hence why they are similar in make and model.

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