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Character Name: Souloe Devonshka
True Name: Unknown
Race: Angel Demon Cross
Age: Forgotten
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Cerulean
Height: 5"2'
Weight: 140lb without gears
Occupation: Smith
Status: A mere memory given form

Appearance:
He is but a faded memory of a king no longer. An existance that should not be yet is. Crowned with silvery hair, Devonshka allows it to drape with a slight Korean touch. Behind the bangs of that silky braid is encased two cerulean jewels on that timeless face. His skin is pale and smooth yet holds beneath it a rich scarlet tone giving him an almost celestial feel. Complementing it are the three crosses hanging as earrings and pendent. One of onyx; One of diamond; And one of ruby with sapphire cased in silver.

His attire is a white business suit complete with matching gloves dress shoes and a red tie. Garbed still over that sturdy frame is a silvery trench coat reaching out to the gloves and extending down to just before his ankle ax. Though he wears his armor beneath the custom attire, the elbow blades too are visibly protruding out. This is the man they call Devilsmith and Thousand Blades... amongst his many titles.

Personality

Devonshka's demeanor is rooted in his upbringing and tainted by the baptism of time. While his postures carry the elegance of an ancient aristocrat, his smiles seem less heart felt as if they are a mere business greeting. And though he holds onto the code of a gentleman, Souloe's sense of honor refuses discriminatory pity against any who step onto the battle field by their own volition. Finally, having been cursed with a blessing, he is no more than a wise fool.

History

Racial Background:
Long time past, angels and demons were once one and the same living in harmony. They were spirits using temporary bodies only as needed for their tasks amongst the living.

It began as curiosity and evolved into a longing to understand and experince these things called 'emotions' so prevalent amongst mortals. They began to linger in physical forms taking the appearances that reflected their heart. Some sought purity; Others power; but together they built a civilization pooling together vast knowledge they acquired throughout their immortality. Science, Magic, Economy, Arts... Urzmata, as it was called, and its citizens lived in 'paradise' -by all mortal standards. Yet so as not to interfere with progress of other civilizations, they hid and shielded their planet eventually becoming known as the mysterious 'Black Star'. Its citizens, however, developed a unique system of equilibrium facets of dictatorship, democracy as well as communism. The little things of life to major political disputes were enjoyed as mere role-plays.

No one knows from where it started but counting some eons down, the fabled star was romanticized as the stage of an eternal war between angels and demons.

Yet the truth can not be farther apart. The planet was ruled with order with each race -angels, demons, hybrids- governed by their own monarch with power distributed in an equilibrium. The citizens voted for the council who then chooses the monarch to rule over the citizens. The hybrids, though their numbers were few, served as ruling mediators between the two race. Instead of true authority, however, their authority lies only in the respect they receive from both as mediator to conflicts. The three races eventually came to be known as Day, Night, and Twilight Denizens. Measuring in eons after it's creation, while Urzmata's culture has evolved significantly since then it has also degenernated proportionally down to the likes of mortal civilizations. At some point, there were even those that began to forget their original history and purpose.

Personal History:
His is a sad tale neither innocent to be a bed time story nor excitable to be told for profit.

In the long time past... with the already low birth rates of immortals young hybrids, especially, were a rare commodity. In youth, Devonshka was held with respect so much so that it isolated him from society instead. It would be some eons later that he met his master. When Devonshka first met this person, though a stranger, he felt him to be strangely familier in a way that he could not describe. It was then that he started to notice that the master HAS been around always showing kindness, yet strangely enough, has never been noticed much less thanked. Souloe questioned his master but always the reply was in a four letter word. L-O-V-E.

Despite their culture, these were still immortals and time passed differently for them than for those otherwise. Many eons passed and Devonshka continued to study everything under his master quickly surpassing those around him. Though these skills, knowledge and potentials were incredible assets; It was truly his master's art, the Onizan, that gave him the strength that was believed to have surpassed even the ancients that have lived many multiples of his own life.

Despite his title, however, Devonshka often spent his personal time with the Urzmatians as his master did before him. The only difference, however, was that his actions were noticed quickly rousing the crowd promoting his popularity. He was at the peak of that fame when he was selected as the Twilight Monarch. Slowly, but surely over the eons, his duties depleted the time he spent with his master until he could no longer feel his master's presence... not that he had the time to search.

The kingdom that began as mere curiosity now became a true reality for its. They were proud of their achievements and their unsurpassed advances in every field. Yet. Yet perhaps That was their sin.

Risen to fame and bathed in prowess, Devonshka could have everything except the one thing he truly desired - The Day Monarch. With his position, it would destroy the equilibrium leading to unprecedented civil strife. Still, what was another couple thousand eons for an immortal? He would only have to wait for the next general of Monarchs to replace them. But... the next generation never came. Souloe was too powerfuland his fame too great. No one in the past nor the present was even close enough to be recognized much less succeed him. And he, with the blessings left by his master, would only grow stronger with the passing of time. Though the queen of angels and the queen of demons both struggled to maintain their throne, thus their proximity with the hybrid; Only the Night Monarch was comforted with the whole dilemma.

As the Hybrid Monarch lost track of how many more thousands of eons have passed, his heart eventually lost its shine. Duties were perfect as always but his heart held no passion. His heart was dying if not already dead. The council tried to branded the title "Guardian of Urzmata" but it was a good will harhly misplaced. It became another heavy chain. If things stayed the same maybe one day a successor could have replaced him. Yet what happened next made it an impossible future.

As the Lum'harians, a race with technology beyond their time, campaigned to conquer the universe, they also began capturing wandering Urzmatians and mutilated them in the name of science. And... a loss of a kin is not easily forgiven by an immortal. The Night Denizens sought genocide as revenge while the Day Denizens argued otherwise. Tension escalated until neither side could stand the monstrocities from the Lum'harians nor each other's point of view. Finally, the council sent the Hybrid Monarch out in the name of campaign secretly fearing that his scandal might leak at this dangerous time.

Though the Monarch never lost a single battle, casualties from both sides continued to increase. And to the immortals, every fallen kin equals a battle lost. Eventually, and many supposed it was inevitible, a ceasefire agreement was reached. Amongst the many conditions, however, was the unshrouding of the fabled black star and the execution of the only person in all history to be considered 'Natural Disaster'... the Hybrid Monarch, the 'One Man Army'.

One man's death that all may live.

The public execution were to be on Urzmatian grounds mostly because it was a living legend finally unshrouded. Equal armies would parade the parameter marked in measures of light years. Though the universe expected a superiority in Urzmata's technology and strength, never once did they imagine the true magnitude of difference. Their hearts swelled up not in excitement but in genuine fear. That was how great that difference was... and they were doing what? Executing whom?

The council was wise enough to send away the Day Monarch as precautionary measure but they never realized the love that the Night Monarch had for the Hybrid Monarch nor could they have imagined her reaction to his execution. There was only a deafening scream before an explosion of darkness swallowed a radius equalling that of the moon. It was then that true calamity struck. Her raging powers unsealed a terrible developing weapon that was at one time abandoned for fear of its power - An artificial black hole altered to consume even time space and reality. Any magic or technology would be instantly consumed. The whole universe would have fallen if the Day Monarch did not take control then. Together, even Lum'harians and civilians, they sacrificed themselves to become the lock to seal away the entire solar system so that the universe can be safe while the quarantined space infinitely consume itself.

All this, however, Devonshka discovered much later. His being, as powerful as it was, must have consumed the Night Monarch's darkness and instinctively launched himself into space for self preservation. If only he did not have that overwhelming power... perhaps this catastrophe, later known as 'The Vanishing Dawn', would never have occured in the first place. Scarred, Devonshka now holds firm to the belief that Power is but a number... The only clue he has to the seal was the enormous mass of weapons that scattered to all the universes. While some believed it may be the key to unlocking the seal, all did everything they could to prevent the Hybrid Monarch from gathering them. Perhaps that is why, to this day, he wanders around as a traveling smith.

Devilsmith: Souloe Devonshka's Story