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Michael Damion, Alias: Russia

A vagabond by situation, an atheist by choice, a christian by obligation. Pitch-black wings, scars and delicately executed tattoos offer shape and form to this Devil Hunter.

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Description:


  • Name: Michael Damion
  • Alias: Russia
  • Age: 32
  • Gender: Male
  • Orientation: Straight
  • Zodiac: Gemini
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Class: Devil Hunter
  • Religion: Christian
  • Height: Six foot
  • Weight: Eighty-eight kilograms
  • Hair Color: Pitch black
  • Hair: Shoulder length, Curly
  • Eye Color: Pitch Black
  • Nose: Normal size, slightly pointed
  • Mouth: Red, arid lips
  • Hand-usage: Ambidextrous
  • Skin Tone: Pale
  • Physical Condition: Prime, athletic
  • Voice: Articulate, partly deep tone



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Russia:

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Reaper Form:

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Creators Wrath:

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Personality

~ Mannerisms, visible traits and distinctive signs ~


  • Right eye: David's Star, the Harbinger (Art)
  • Back: Higher Entity, Michael (Art)
  • Left arm: eight-inches long deep scar, most likely caused by a blade. (Scar)
  • Silent (Mannerism)
  • Vigilant (Mannerism)
  • Reclusive (Mannerism)
  • Calculated (Mannerism)
  • Deceiver (Mannerism)

Equipment

~ Abilities ~



Weapon of choice: Nii'rim & Nii'arim (twin katanas forged by the entity Seraphim - known as the blades which can touch any foe).

Power Classification: A- (pinnacle growth phase)
Power Explanation:

Michael can call upon the gifts of the elven messengers guarding the cosmos:

  • Malaka (translation: messengers), general word for angel - Power limitation: C, Abilities: Allows the usage of the traveler's wings. Enables the omnipresent characteristic, a feat which grants the wielder the ability to traverse a multitude of planes at the same time, thus offering him the possibility to wound an enemy situated in a parallel dimension.
  • Michael (translation: who is like the Creator), performs the Creator's kindness - Power limitation: B, Abilities: Bestows the individual with the ability to speak in multiple tongues. Short-distance teleportation available. Allows partial absorption of damage from medium abilities.
  • Gabriel (translation: the Creator's strength), performs acts of justice and power - Power limitation: C, Abilities: Allows the usage of the titan wings, offers the carrier increased physical potential.
  • Raphael (translation: the Creator heals), God's healing force - Power Limitation: C, Abilities: Offers regeneration and healing arts.
  • Uriel (translation: Light), leads us to destiny - Power Limitation: B, Abilities: Unlocks the ability to preview the events to come.
  • Seraphim (translation: the burning ones), protects the gates to the Garden of Eden - Power Limitation: B, Abilities: Seraphims fists (allows the manipulation of the legendary holy fire amongst others).
  • Malach HaMavet (translation: the angel of death) - Power Limitation: A, Abilities: Metamorphosis, permits the wielder to undertake the Reaper's shape - unknown abilities - (amongst others) and usage of the "Creators Wrath" - unknown abilities -.
  • HaSatan (translation: the prosecutor), brings people's sins before them in the heavenly court - Power Limitation: B, Abilities: Bestows the individual with psychic abilities, allowing mental torture. Offers immunity to psychic interference.
  • Chayot HaKodesh (translation: the holy beasts) - Power Limitation: C, Abilities: Summons the sacred beasts which guard Heaven's gardens to do their caller's bidding.
  • Ophanim (translation: arbits) Astrological Influence - Power Limitation: C, Abilities: Bestows the wielder with the potential to alter the course of time, increasing or slowing his or the movements of others tenfold.
  • HaMerkavah (translation: the chariot), transports God's glory - Power Limitation: C, Abilities: Offers redemption to a sinner's soul.


Ultimatums:

  • Creators Wrath: Archangel Michael gains dominion over Russia's body whilst wielding the arts of all the eleven Archangels at once.
  • Creators Favor: In a moment of utter humility and desperation, Russia calls upon the Creator himself to resolve the issue at hand. No Archangel and/or Angel has been known to have used this final favor in the past.

History

~ History ~


There are few words which could be said about Michael. A vagabond by choice, he left the shelter of his home at the age of sixteen in order to distribute drugs and thus earn his own pocket money. A single child, both parents died by the time he reached the age of four, an alcoholic and abusive aunt becoming his only guardian. Ignorant by chance, a clear idiot and sceptic regarding religious beliefs, he refused to acknowledge the existence of a supreme power which lay watching above him. Operating with the motto: "I am my only judge" he dashed through his life alike a rat through sewers, without a clear goal or purpose. At the age of twenty-two, a violent car crash executed by the member of a rival gang caused him to enter the hospital in a coma, the chances of his survival being slim to none. It was in that particular evening that He reached out and touched his soul, offering him a chance at redemption under the form of a bargain: If he was to bestow his body to the Creator as to allow one of his Angels to gain asylum in his heart, he would dwell long enough to see another sunrise. The choice was logical and swift, and thus the trade was made. Yet alike a poorly informed customer, Michael had never inquired the full details of his contract, and thus only came to learn of his status as a Devil Hunter upon exiting the clinic. Two souls lodging in the same body, an atheist and a christian, a vagabond and an angel, a rather interesting combination, is it not ?

So begins...

Michael Damion, Alias: Russia's Story

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 “ A suave gasp of wind briefly invaded the chamber, seemingly caused by flutter of an amalgam of grey-ish feathers which kept a peculiar looking man man lifted a few feet above the polished wooden floors. Pitch black locks idly dwindled upon his shoulders whilst bleak eyes frivolously peered through-out the multitude of different patrons. ”

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 “ A brief series of blundering flaps "perfectly" executed by a pair of rather large wings caused the male to loose equilibrium and gently impact with the parquet, leather boots brushing off the few specs of dust which gained asylum on the oaken floors.

"You meant to do that." - A visibly austere voice convincingly echoed throughout his thoughts. Offering himself a few moments as to regain his composure, he allowed the two plumy limbs to tightly coil around his body, moments later the individual commencing to march towards the counter. ”

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 “ A sinewy torso stiffly placed itself in front of the sparkling-clean counter, as a pair of rather bulky fingers maneuvered past garments, feathers, trinkets and holsters as to draw the attention of the nearest barkeep.

"Something which stings, burns or bites." - The voice partly shouted, the effects of large doses of alcohol combined with tobacco emanating from his breath alike the excruciating stench from sewers. ”

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 “ The cascades of liquor cannonballed into the depths of the mans stomach as a slightly barbaric grin took his facial features by assault. It was obvious that he enjoyed his brew as much as the next fellow. Yet, without a warning, a sporadic gesture by his wings caused the goblet to tip, the few remaining drops of liquor now dripping down the male's chin.

"Our Father asks that thou shall not drink whilst performing your duty towards the heavens, Michael." - A curiously angelic voice rang alike a romantic melody through the corridors of his thoughts, a voice which strangely enough seemed to not be his. The rather gruff reply which came evidently belonged to Damion: "Do not tell me when I can and cannot drink you winged beast ! And my Name is Russia, for your Gods sake." ”

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 “ Reclaiming his nonchalant poise (or at least, what he pictured was a nonchalant poise) a rapid series of governing gestures were performed by his hands in a rather chaotic manner as if to warn his feathery limbs that if another such action more take place once more, they would no longer rest on his shoulders. And in that one, fugitive moment, a miracle had happened. Yet another goblet of liquor was placed in front of his visor.

An abrupt turn of his head, a rather clumsy smile and a nod were expeditiously directed towards the female which had bought him the drink. Ah, how he loved it when people toyed with the few pleasures he had reserved for himself.
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 “ Alike nothing more than syrupy lemonade the liquor had once more been engulfed by the males gorge, a greedy tongue lethargically moving across arid lips in an attempt to drain away the last few drops of the crystalline liquid.

The offer to accept yet another offering from the female was partially tempting him, yet he could not understand where the sudden unforeseeable interest for his persona came from. A swift gesture was all it took for Nii'rim, the younger blade, to be unveiled and gain sight of it's surroundings, the polished metal halting inches away from the females waist. Unexpectedly, it did not pulsate.

Sheathing the blade with a slight embarrassment painted upon his eyes, he spoke: "Apologies, I had to make sure." ”

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 “ "I was expecting you to unveil a rather large set of fangs, claws or any of the sorts. Seeing as I could not correctly judge your interest towards me, and seeing as I could not say that you were a friend, the rules of combat directly dictate that I take you as a foe." - His reply came with a rather chilling tone, well-composed and formulated in retrospective to his previous blabber.

"Yet, shall we enjoy another glass ?!" - The query came as soon as the previous sentence had ended in a perfectly mimicked attempt to reequip his "vagabond mask". ”

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 “ A vivid expression of confusion mixed with a slight nuance of irritation now lay splattered across the man's face as he (poorly) attempted to compel an intelligent enough answer to offer the female. Yet, it seems that uncovering a witty repartee as an explanation to a rather foolish gesture is slightly more difficult than it seems.

"The few days I had in which I was bought drinks by lovely felines have passed a few too many horizons ago. Now, the only charming women I seem to encounter have the defect of wishing to capture ones heart. Take it any way it would better suit you." ”

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 “ Cocky. Arrogant. Confident. A sinners traits, yet a saint would have made miserable company. "A devils smile you have, tovarasa. You should not divulge it so ostentatiously." ”

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 “ A absent gesture initiated by his wrist caused a fragile silver bracelet adorned with a cross to shiver momentarily as, for the first time, a pair of bitch-black orbs tardily engulfed the female's form. She did not have the vaguest hint as with who she was chatting with.

Exposing a small leather pouch, he carefully extracted four golden coins (with a precision one would not expect from such, wiry fingers) and, with a (this time) controlled articulation of his wings, the objects gained flight and idly waltzed upon the polished counter: "Keep, more drinks !" ”

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Character Portrait: Michael Damion, Alias: Russia Michael Damion, Alias: Russia says,
 “ "My name is Michael, thus either Michael, as my name, or Russia, shall suffice. No other appellative is required or enjoyed." - a light flutter of his wings propelled an ivory feather to gracefully glide upon the counter, it's tip innocently refracting the fragile rays of light produced by the lamps which adorned the walls.

"Having these limbs entitle me to call your grin a Devils smile." - a faint pause unexpectedly assaulted his tongue as he seemed to actually inquire to himself if he had the right to judge the frank person which was not offering him a pleasant discussion. "Of course I have the right. Do I not ? Of course, such a idiotic question ! Or is it.. ?" - "No more, I, of course, have the right !" - the sentences echoed alike a rusted ballad inside the halls of his mind. ”

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Michael Damion, Alias: Russia narrows his eyes slightly in an effort to "decipher" the peculiar ways in which this female was speaking. "As long as it masquerades as a Devils smile, it means it has the pretentions to be such an item." - another goblet was chugged in to the beast' belly without even a brief pause for air.

"Russia, I had visited Russia and Romania during their communist days, tovarasa. It is not a place, or, can I dub it as a place ? It is not a location to which I would like to return." - discontinuing his sentence as if to carefully calculate his next monologue, he continued: "I myself did not exactly visit them, it was, the other me. Yet, it is still me, yet not the persona with which you are becoming enibriated at this very moment."

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Michael Damion, Alias: Russia shifted in discomfort, succinctly drifting a few inches above the wooden chairs silk cushion whilst his wings absently flattered about as if independent from each other, causing him to slightly abandon his composure in exchange for cementing his joker act yet again.

"Are you seeking redemption for your sins ? Is this the reason for which you are required to perish ? Or is there something else you are keeping sealed between your rose lips ? Share your troubles with the traveler which shares your glass, tovarasa." - ceasing his proposition slightly, he continued: "Tovaras or tovarasa is the appellative romanians used to exercise during the communist era."

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 “ "Broken woman" - The expression caused a small nervous twitch in his shoulder, the impulse offering the male the visible desire or incentive to closely study the female or any faults or defects. Holstering his own, rather uncivilized ways, he inhaled yet another batch of the aromatic liquor.

"You have sinned wrongly ? How can you sin rightly ? Speak clearly and not in riddles madame." - the brew had now commenced to patiently assault his senses. Why was he so curios about her ? 'Tis not as if she presented anything of vivid interest or importance, yet she had that, vino-n-coa, as romanians used to call it.

Should he offer her salvation ? And if he should, what price should he place on it ? ”

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 “ Moisture. A horrible stench. The excruciating pain caused by the waltzing rays of light. The peculiar taste of saliva on his chin. A visibly frightened vibration of his entire frame assisted the male in realizing he had fallen asleep on the counter with his feathery limbs united as a comfy pillow.

"You were silently watching for prey. 'Twas an intelligent game played in order to see if anyone would take you for a weakling. Well done Michael." - His same assuring voice echoed inside his thoughts, tainted by a hint of slight embarrassment and confusion.

"Liquor, liquor and coffee I demand !" - The individual partly shouted whilst fluttering both hands and wings spontaneously with little effort. ”

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 “ Widened eyes portrayed the awe and stupor which rapidly gained dominion over the males arms and plumy appendages, causing them to remain rooted in mid air in a rather childishly/amusing pose. Something was oddly odd, as this certain feline was here prior to his siesta, and subsequently after its end.

"I was not sleeping, madam. I was merely, attempting to deceive you in to assuming that I had dozed off, as it was late, and our conversation was more than interesting, and thus a beautiful female such as yourself could have not parted to enjoy a few hourglasses of slumber when required to abandon such comfortable chatter."

First blunder: Why in Saint Moises arch had he seen fit to use the word "beautiful" without even calculating the sentence he had used it in ? Second blunder: Why of why was he so bad at offering lies as explanations. Not even coherent lies at that. ”

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 “ In order to portray the amount of haste placed in the series of actions and motions which followed, one should depict a tasmanian devil which had inhaled several large doses of brew.

"Snoring ?! Drool ?! How dared she ! He certainly did not snore, unless he, in reality, did, and drooling ? He was not a petite child which could not even control his own saliva, what foolish wor -" - His interior monologue quickly reached its end as his facial features refracted upon a polished platter, revealing the horrible truth.

A vivid flush of a light reddish liquid trickled throughout pale cheeks, offering them a rather odd nuance - the shade one would receive if using makeup. A dashing pair of fingers swirled past items of all manners in a quest to recover a old and partly stained handkerchief. Carefully wiping his chin, he turned his face towards the female once more.

"Nothing more than illusions, madame." - A slightly clumsy grin playing upon his lips. ”

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Character Portrait: Michael Damion, Alias: Russia Michael Damion, Alias: Russia says,
 “ Vibration. Pulsation. Dizziness, a trait which perturbed every single sense available. A ascending heart beat. What in The Seven Ghosts name could he have spoken while he was slumbering. Oh no. Could it be ? "You did not speak of such things, Michael. Rest assured. You are a warrior. Harbingers hold dominion over their tongues, awake or otherwise." - a slight shiver traversed his spine briefly. "Most of the times."

"I firmly refuse to believe that I have spoken anything whilst I dozed off, madame." - Ardently finishing his sentence, he irritatingly turned towards the counter whilst ramming a well-built fist in it's structure, being quite close to cracking the oaken construction - "Liquor, liquor and coffe now both me and the fair lady demand you blundering buffoon !" (offering such adjectives to other people always made him gain a much higher image of himself, false or true as it was.)

Briefly turning his eyes towards Kara, he gruffly answered: Vagabond. ”

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 “ Narrows eyes announced the coming of a quiet storm as arid lips parted to offering a rather visibly annoying irritated reply, a reply of such seriosity that it was hard for one to believe that it was such a "buffoon" who offered it to begin with.

"Bite your devilish tongue and seal your hastened lips as my ears are not an asylum for words of disgrace and punishment, stale female." - The dominating sentence slithered throughout the small group alike a serpents hissing.

Yet another series of pulsations. What in Gods name offered him this bizarre sensation ?!

Returning his clunky grin towards the russian female, he continued: "Or, I merely allowed you to believe you have won this soft battle of wits, madame !" - Such sentences always made him feel a tad more comfortable with his idiocy at times. Yet, it was a naive, and enjoyable idiocy. ”

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 “ [color=green]It was early. Quite too early for such a bothersome tone to disturb the empty contents of his mind, yet contents non the less. He could no longer hear his thoughts, or thought, which way one would wish to take it.

"Be gone." - The simplified, idle affirmation silently murmured past arid lips as titanic plumy limbs lifted above pitch-black locks in the mere blink of an eye, the feathers themselves noticeably gaining weight and an increased magnitude as they coiled around the demi-angel and the drunken female.

Silence.

It was as if, in the confines of his rather large appendages a whole unknown universe gained shape and form, undisturbed and untainted by the outside sins and sinners. Two palms united upon the females stomach as a single, melancholic word lingered past a thirsty throat: "Purity."

Yet in that moment, the wings departed, revealing both the vagabond and the pilot as the angelic voice once again rang alike a cohort of bells: "Michael, our Father would not enjoy the usage of your wings without a ”

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