Serelia "The Battle Maiden"

Name: Serelia "The Battle Maiden" Age: 28 Bloodline: Seraphim 100% Appearance and Physique: 1.86m, slim with slight muscle (barely noticable) and two large wings bigger than doors, a heavenly white color with golden threads following the wings' outer bone like a golden trim. Long flowing white hair reaching a little further down her shoulders. Her face is sharper than most women, with emerald eyes and her complexion being a soft pink. Medium sized chest and hips. She will usually be seen wearing a white t-shirt paired with a black skirt. When training, she switches her skirt for grey yoga pants. When battling, she is wearing her soul armor, the same golden, almost liquid looking material as her wings have, with the only difference being emanating a slight glow. Her weapons look the same as her armor. Abilities: Angelic wings - Allows long-distance flight.

Air walking - Can stand on air or walk on air. Can also ride strong currents of air.

Halo light - a round halo with a bit of an edge on the inside. It emits light.

Soul armor & weapon conjuring - Can conjure full body armor and weapons similar to steel yet lighter and not very dense. Divine / Steel Sword - 3 Soul 2 Stamina Greatsword - 5 Soul 3 Stamina Morning star - 4 Soul 2 Stamina Helmet - 3 Soul 2 Stamina Chestplate - 5 Soul 3 Stamina Gauntlets - 4 Soul 2 Stamina Shoulderplates - 4 Soul 2 Stamina Greaves - 4 Soul 2 Stamina (20 soul, 11 stamina Complete Armor Set)

Spells: Sacred Whisper - A short chant activates this spell. Reduces the effectiveness of any chaotic spell by 10. Soul: 28 - Stamina: 25 - Max Wounds: ? Faction: Aion Job: Warrior, Baker Motivation: She has an obsession with becoming stronger. She was deeply scarred by her past and has made it her life's purpose to become strong. The immediate option was training in the art of war, mostly in physical ways, but also mental warfare, although she clearly prefers the physical route, using mental warfare only when she sees there isnt any other way. Birthplace: Born in Fotia - Grew up in the red district of Vrondi's Capital. Extra Info: She is an alcoholic, and she prefers being alone, as distancing herself means she wont ever get to experience what she did 24 years ago. She whines a lot even if she doesnt mean it as to make others dislike her and stay away. She despises The Sureiya. Items: 52 gold A golden earring with an emerald gem Aion Blade - A dagger shaped like a feather. Carried as a symbol of someone's allegiance.

Divine Necklace - Increases the effectiveness of seraphim spells and abilities by 5. Type effectiveness:

Fire: 16

Water: 0

Wind: 12

Earth: 6

Light: 18

Dark: 0

Divine: 47

Chaos: 0

Insect: 0

Electric: 0

Striking: 22

Spirit: 0

Telepathy: 0

Plant: 0

Ice: 0

Blunt: 8

Poison: 0

Steel: 31 100% Seraphim - Affinity

Element: Divine

Schools: Abjuration 8, Divination 8, Enchantment 6, Conjuration 7, Necromancy 5, Illusion 5

Weakness - Chaos 8/ Soul Damage, Dark 5/ Silence, Striking 5/ Bone Break, Blunt 5/ Daze, Ice 3/ Debilitation, Electricity 3/ Stun, Fire 2/ Burn, Water 2/ Damp, Earth 2/ Bury, Poison 1/ Poisoned

Resistance - Divine 8, Spirit 6, Light 5, Plant 3, Insect 3, Telepathy 4, Wind 4 Experience/Backstory: Serelia was sitting in the middle of the inn, 5 empty wooden mugs of beer on her table, and a sixth in her hands. With a few big gulps the contents of the mug were nowhere to be seen, and with a swift motion she banged it to the table and shouted to the innkeeper raising her free hand, “Another, and don’t be cheap or else I’ll take the entire barrel here myself!” Her voice was stern with a slight roughness, the result of 6 mugs of beer.

The barkeeper looked outraged, and simply brought her an entire barrel, placing it on the table and giving her a paper with a large number on it, her bill. “Ya better pay up ‘fore ya leave if ya want to set foot in ‘ere again.” He sounded exactly as he looked.

Serelia didn’t care, she never paid for her drinks with her own money, but rather found some idiot blind enough to think she was weak, and bet money on it. The drunk meatheads always thought a woman couldn’t beat them, and those sober enough to recognize her were unable to refuse, lest their pride was shattered in front of their group. In the end, she always got what she wanted.

“Now now, that’s not fitting for a lady like you is it Serelia?” an old and shaky voice said. Turning her head to face the source, she already knew who it was. A short figure approached her, with grey hair and a white beard, walking with an arched back which was making him look even smaller than he really was, was her teacher, looking at her with what she could tell was a fake smile.

“Get lost, im not in the mood for your face tonight. I’ve got enough headaches as it is without you.” She said referring to his intense training she had to go through every day. Despite how it sounded like, she was enjoying it, as it made her feel like she slowly but surely was getting in control of her life.

“Oh? Headaches that aren’t related to me?” he said rather sarcastically, but with a hint of genuine interest, and chuckled to himself. “Im interested. Go on.” And he took a seat in the table.

“Yeaaa-a, like id eeever tell you. Dream on old man.” She replied, the signs of being drunk clear as day, and intensifying further after she filled 2 mugs and drank them simultaneously, then went for a third one but was stopped by her teacher. “Its master Tyroc for you.” he said sharply and drank a mug himself. “But you already know that, you just love to give zero fucks.”

That sudden change in attitude and language caught her off guard. So much so that she almost choked on her own saliva. “D-did you actually s-hyuk swear? Or am I that drumk?” her surprise was visible in every way. Tyroc doesn’t ever lose composure, not that she knew of anyways. “You’ve only known my sweet side dear. When I teach I am a professional, I try to remain neutral, else I lose all respect from my students.” He said truthfully. “However that isn’t true in an inn well past midnight, with a student that is on the edge of passing out from nearly a dozen mugs of alcohol.” He took out his pipe and lit it, clearly preparing for a long night.

“Alright old man, I’ll te-hyuk-ell you.” She started saying, but clearly her body had other plans, as before she even finished the sentence, she fell unconscious.

Her dreams were filled with memories. She saw her family back in fotia, her mother and her father. Their family wasn’t very wealthy, and they lived in a fairly isolated place, without many people around. It was her birthday and they were celebrating it like a regular, happy family would do. She made a wish and blew the candles on her cake. Her lungs weren’t strong so she struggled, she had to blow each one of the four independently to extinguish them. When she did, her parents clapped and celebrated. “What did you wish for Serelia?” Her mother asked her as she was cutting her piece of cake. “Come now dear, let her open her present first!” her father said. She saw herself jumping up and down excited to open her present, wrapped in a pink colored DIY wrapping paper. It was old industrial paper, that would otherwise be stained by oil if it wasn’t covered up by the cheap paint. She started opening it, and inside was a small black box. Unlike the rest of the gift so far, it seemed fairly good quality. She took it in her small hands and opened it, and inside was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. A golden earring, with an emerald green gem on it. She gasped and started hugging it, then ran to her parents and hugged them too, all the while she was trying to say something, but coming out as noises of excitement. After a minute she managed to say “Thank you, its beautiful.” Her parents then looked at themselves and smiled. Back then, she couldn’t realize it, but this was a very expensive gift for a family that poor. They must have been saving for a very long time to get anything this fancy. She then ate her cake piece along with her parents. When they were done her mother approached and put the earring on her, and asked “Sooo.. What did you wish for?” Serelia smiled and opened her mouth to tell her, but was interrupted by a loud roar of pain coming from outside. She heard someone shout “KILL IT HERE!” then another shriek of pain from the creature. Her parents started panicking “Honey, it’s a dragon!” she heard her father say to her mother. The ceiling fell down and a red dragon could be seen on top of the rubble. It was seriously wounded and upside down, Its head looking over its abdomen to something out of sight, then rolling back and looking directly at them. It made a sound that she recognized as pleading for its life, a sad sound really. Time seemed to stop as Serelia watched her mother run towards the dragon, for an unexplainable reason -at the time-, shouting to someone to stop, as he was falling down, sword unsheathed, to slice the dragon’s head. Splat. That was the sound the sword made slicing at the dragon, hot blood spilling everywhere. And through the splatters of blood, she saw her mother as cut in two as the dragon was. It, a severed head from the body, and her, a severed torso from her legs. She remembered right then and there what she knew in the present, that her mother’s killer was an aspiring Sureiya that needed to kill a dragon to join them, and decided to cut through her mother to earn his place at the faction. She started to tear up at the sight, and then cried.

Serelia woke up screaming like a banshee, with her heart on her throat and racing uncontrollably. It took her a good amount of time to calm herself down, but when she did, she looked at her bedside table. There was a note saying “The barrel of beer is on me, happy birthday Serelia. -Tyroc”

Upon reading the note, she remembered her wish 24 years ago, now ringing in her head I wish to my birthdays with my family like today forever. Reflexively, she raised her right hand and touched the earring her parents gave her, the earing that marked the death of her mother. And the end of her wish. Looking at her bedside table, she punched it so hard it broke to little pieces.

The Arena:

Serelia was ready to test her skills. And what better place to do so than Fotia’s arena, full of people she despised?

She heard her title being shouted, and so she left the cell she was temporarily put in, and without any care of the shouts and cheering around her, she locked onto her target. He was a large person with muddy colored claws and hide, without wings. She didn’t know what that meant and she didn’t care either. She prepared herself to charge when the signal was given, and the opponent started bulldozing his way to her. She crouched slightly, looking at the ground as a glow enveloped her hands and body, a Greatsword seemingly made of light started materializing, building itself up in her hands, up to the point where the glow fainted and its form was now resembling a golden metal-like material, then the same happening with her armor. The design was unique, and fitting to her. Then, she looked at her opponent and without hesitation sprinted towards her enemy, sword high level with her eyes and pointed at her enemy. Right when she fell his presence, she struck.

Her arms sprang forward right to her enemy’s heart, only to he pushed aside by an invisible force, missing its mark completely and being tackled by his body and knocked to the ground. The crowd roared and the Oro right above her raised its foot to step on her face, only to miss after she rolled to the side and sprang to her feet again. She didn’t know how he dodged her attack, but it didn’t matter to her. This time she charged first, and did the exact same thing as before, only this time right when she felt the force, she jumped to that side and pushed against it, slicing through it, and him as her blade found her mark scraping his shoulder. He retaliated with a punch which she dodged.

Right when she dodged the attack with a step back, she spun, and her Greatsword started changing shape to a circular object, which couldn’t be identified as a morning star through the blur of speed as all her force from the spin banged on the Oro’s back, with a heavy thump. Then, changing to a sword again, only this time a smaller, one handed sword with the same design as the bigger one, she pressed as hard as she could against his throat and sliced, but nothing was cut as the Oro laughed at her. “You call that a blade?” he taunted before she noticed his muscles had doubled in size and caught the sword from her hand, breaking it in two like a twig. His back was still turned, yet she was flung back, air pounding against her whole body and pushing her back.

The Oro turned to face her, his face full of bloodlust, with a vein being visible at the side of his forehead. Serelia was clearly being evenly matched with that guy, the crowd roaring for his success, and her failure, which irritated her. She started flying, looking down on him from above as she thought what to do. This might be more trouble than I was hoping for. she thought, before being interrupted by an air force striking her back, messing with her balance and being thrown a few meters down before regaining it. She had to start thinking, so she flew farther up. “Flex your muscles all you want, all you look like is a rock, grounded like the oversized rat that you are. Know your place.” she taunted him back with a smug face and a bitchy attitude.

As she said that, the crowd went silent. The Oro’s face turned even harder and with a squat, he launched himself to the sky, like a human bullet, all the air making a big dust cloud where he was standing before. Without any time to think at all he used his entire body as a weapon, the collision making her dizzy and falling back to the ground with a thump. She was not seriously injured, her wings acting as a parachute, but it still hurt. The crowd immediately went wild again, going as far as shouting what she assumed was his name for the arena, “Rock Bullet”.

Enraged that she would even get to that point by a Fotian arena scum, she stood and shouted with all her voice “Is that all you can do? Harden and be shot? Damn isn’t that a pathetic fighting style, bet the arena only has you here because you’re disposable, just like a rock shot to an enemy. Nobody picks that rock back up.” She intentionally spoke in her bitchiest voice, as to rial him up even further, whilst she pretended to pat her wings to clear the dust, her hand behind her back forming her morning star. “Might as well take off my armor, to give you a chance. Maybe then you’ll be able to damage me. Oh well..” she continued the taunt, taking her helmet off for her smug smile to be even more visible. The Oro’s reaction was indescribable. You could very well say he was as red as a tomato. With a primal roar, he shot himself at her with all his speed, pushing himself with air like before, and when she felt his soul presence, she swung upwards. Her strength, combined with his speed, made the weapon even more effective, able to crush anything even under his thick skin. His face was a splatter of red everywhere, on the ground, on her weapon and armor, even her wings. He was unrecognizable. Her weapon then disappeared in the same glow it appeared, and so did her armor, and she walked away, but not before shouting for the whole arena to hear, “What did I say? Dead meat.”