RPGSephiro Valence
A man whose soul was ripped from him and given a sword with the soul of a Fallen Angel trapped within, Slowly he's becoming a Fallen Angel as the sword takes over more and more.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Adrian Shadoan
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar
Groups
Description
Personality
His personality is that of a man on a mission, he is solitary and silent. Emotionally he feels nothing, but a friend once told him. "Just because you have no soul it does not mean you don't have a heart". The meaning of those words seem to confuse him. Leaving him in wonderment if feeling something is possible at all.
Equipment
Weapons: Dashkov - The seems to be the keeper of Azrial the fallen angels soul. And speaks to Sephiro, and sometimes has the ability to take over his body. The blade itself feasts on battle and sorrow, it is only dangerous to Sephiro's enemies, and can currently be appeased by lonely travelers. With every use he finds himself drifting further and further off the path of Sanity, "With this Power I will turn you into a Fallen Angel".
Around the blade is a highly visible aura it is a jet black color and is known to drip blood at times after a successful battle.
History
Bio: Believed to be born under a bad sign in a time of terrible disasters that all seemed to befall the village of his birth. Raised by a poor farmer and his wife knowing that he was destined for much better things. Life was beyond unbearable with a cursed son, so his family turned their backs on him and acted as though he were the worst curse that could ever be fall them. Inspiring the evil in his heart, one day while playing off in the woods he found himself visited by a being of pure Shadow, "Come with me young, Sephiro and I will take you away from this place, somewhere where you can be the Evil hearted man you were born to be". Sephiro turned his back on his meaningless existence and followed the man into the darkness, awakening here with only a few things on the mind. Chaos, Corruption, and Murder.
Sephiro awoke in the Forest to find himself not quite himself something seemed to be missing. He felt nothing, emotionally walled and found that his need for killing became so much greater every time he pulled Dashkov from it's sheath. With the Katana in hand he realized his soul had been taken away. And now a Black wing has seemed to sprout from his left shoulder blade, slowly the man is becoming a Fallen Angel.
Sephiro Valence's Story
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Sephiro Valence The wind outside howled at the door to Gambit's bar hitting the strange man square in the black with it's artic cry, yet he felt no cold his body felt nothing and nor did his emotional bonds. Quietly he crept towards the door his prized possession the Katana known as Dashkov attached to a holster at his side. He stood a six foot tall with white silver hair spiked up for good measure of not having to fight through hair blinded eyes. His eyes were something beautiful Ice blue and Blood red when the sword made him it's puppet. Laying his hand on the door Sephiro Valence twisted it and walked in not meeting an eyes as he walked to the bar his blue trench coat like kimono only inches from dragging. Upon sitting at the bar he crossed his arms and sat back awaiting for someone to offer him a selection.
Sephiro Valence looks up a bartender stepping in front of him, instead of speaking his points with his hand at a bottle on the top shelf, a little bourbon to start the night off.
Sephiro Valence begins to wonder why there is so much fuss over one women, while putting the bottle up to his lips and taking a drink. Not trusting the overall enthusiasm of the crowd around him, he placed a hand on the handle. Azrial's voice filled his head, "Ignore them Sephiro, you are here for a drink not for a fight, after all this is just one insignificant women that you don't even know. Sephiro relaxed on the handle and let go nodding and lifting the bottle once again.
Sephiro Valence leaned back on the stool making a quick gaze around the bar, nothing interesting seemed to catch his eyes so he continued to drink. Knowing that within the next fifteen minutes he would probably leave do to no action what so ever. Slightly annoyed he reached for Dashkov's handle again hearing Azrial's somewhat mono tone relaxing voice, his eyes changed from Ice blue to a Fired up red.
Sephiro Valence Sephiro Valence The wind outside howled at the door to Gambit's bar hitting the strange man square in the black with it's artic cry, yet he felt no cold his body felt nothing and nor did his emotional bonds. Quietly he crept towards the door his prized possession the Katana known as Dashkov attached to a holster at his side. He stood a six foot tall with white silver hair spiked up for good measure of not having to fight through hair blinded eyes. His eyes were something beautiful Ice blue and Blood red when the sword made him it's puppet. Laying his hand on the door Sephiro Valence twisted it and walked in not meeting an eyes as he walked to the bar his blue trench coat like kimono only inches from dragging. Upon sitting at the bar he crossed his arms and sat back awaiting for someone to offer him a selection.
Sephiro Valence The wind outside howled at the door to Gambit's bar hitting the strange man square in the black with it's artic cry, yet he felt no cold his body felt nothing and nor did his emotional bonds. Quietly he crept towards the door his prized possession the Katana known as Dashkov attached to a holster at his side. He stood a six foot tall with white silver hair spiked up for good measure of not having to fight through hair blinded eyes. His eyes were something beautiful Ice blue and Blood red when the sword made him it's puppet. Laying his hand on the door Sephiro Valence twisted it and walked in not meeting an eyes as he walked to the bar his blue trench coat like kimono only inches from dragging. Upon sitting at the bar he crossed his arms and sat back awaiting for someone to offer him a selection.
Sephiro Valence Cold was the day as it always was in the winter moving between the snow drifts was a tall man his skin pale, and his look somewhat beautiful, a long blue flowing like kimono trench coat, covering a shirtless body and a pair of long black pants that ended in black boots. He walked slowly his hair spiked up in an odd fashion.
To his side rested a long blade it was a katana and it was known as Dashkov it was given to him by a man with no name who seemed to appear out of no where to give him the opportunity to leave his drab existence and join another in exchange for his soul. Gladly Sephiro Valence gave the man exactly what he wanted. And was given Dashkov which within was trapped the soul of a man named Azrial a fallen angel.
As the bond between wielder grows Sephiro finds himself ever changing into a fallen angel himself and sometimes finding himself exuding his body to the souled blade. Quietly, he made his way to the door and opened it walking into the fresh battle worn bar.
With no real drink in mind he made his way to a table and simply sat looking around at the people within the bar, hearing something about a commotion between a vampire and a bounty hunter. Of course something like that would happen to a damned creature they were sloppy.
To his side rested a long blade it was a katana and it was known as Dashkov it was given to him by a man with no name who seemed to appear out of no where to give him the opportunity to leave his drab existence and join another in exchange for his soul. Gladly Sephiro Valence gave the man exactly what he wanted. And was given Dashkov which within was trapped the soul of a man named Azrial a fallen angel.
As the bond between wielder grows Sephiro finds himself ever changing into a fallen angel himself and sometimes finding himself exuding his body to the souled blade. Quietly, he made his way to the door and opened it walking into the fresh battle worn bar.
With no real drink in mind he made his way to a table and simply sat looking around at the people within the bar, hearing something about a commotion between a vampire and a bounty hunter. Of course something like that would happen to a damned creature they were sloppy.
Sephiro Valence leaning back against his seat he found himself looking up at the Natalia women yet he knew not why he was viewing her but he gave her his best grin which was chocked full of shark like teeth an effect of becoming a fallen angel from a pure human. Secretly he hoped this smile would not scare this women off as he begged her to indulge him with his eyes.
Dashkov started to glow as a sigh like noise seemed to be released from the blade itself. "Go on kid make a move I've got your back after all when was the last time you saw some action boy", said a voice in the back of his mind no doubt his option of coming to the bar awoke the sometimes disgruntled katana. "Not now Azrial", he whispered under his breath.
Dashkov started to glow as a sigh like noise seemed to be released from the blade itself. "Go on kid make a move I've got your back after all when was the last time you saw some action boy", said a voice in the back of his mind no doubt his option of coming to the bar awoke the sometimes disgruntled katana. "Not now Azrial", he whispered under his breath.
Sephiro Valence watching the women he decided to push himself up and walk across the bar though without the action of doing so he simply sat there listening to the voice in his head. "Get up Seph she's looking right at you that's instant access come on just let me take over I'll get us in there in an instant", growled the voice in his mind.
"I'm not letting you take over any time soon and I can do this by myself", he muttered and pushed himself up not even thinking about putting his hand on Dashkov's handle knowing that the instant the touched it, Azrial would have access to shift bodies with him. He always found it strange when he was drawn into the sword.
Slowly he made his way across the bar his boots smacking the ground as he walked upon reaching the table he nodded at the women and grasped the other chair pulling it out slowly and placing himself before it. Bowing to her he opened his mouth, "Do you mind if I sit with you Madam", he asked so politely looking upon her and awaiting her answer.
"I'm not letting you take over any time soon and I can do this by myself", he muttered and pushed himself up not even thinking about putting his hand on Dashkov's handle knowing that the instant the touched it, Azrial would have access to shift bodies with him. He always found it strange when he was drawn into the sword.
Slowly he made his way across the bar his boots smacking the ground as he walked upon reaching the table he nodded at the women and grasped the other chair pulling it out slowly and placing himself before it. Bowing to her he opened his mouth, "Do you mind if I sit with you Madam", he asked so politely looking upon her and awaiting her answer.
Sephiro Valence nodded in her approval and sat down slowly pushing the blue trench coat back so that it did not get caught under the legs of the chair. He would smile once again to her then closed his mouth not wanting her to be afraid by his shark like teeth it was not something he was proud of but came in handy to throw some one off in a fight.
"My name is Sephiro Valence, though I prefer just to be called Seph", he said placing a pale hand out to hers, he did not notice at the time that now his hand seemed to be afflicted with the fallen angel sickness his nails long and pointed at the end black by nature. He could feel his own black wing wanting nothing more then to leave the confines of his back yet he kept it in place, "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting if I may ask"?
"My name is Sephiro Valence, though I prefer just to be called Seph", he said placing a pale hand out to hers, he did not notice at the time that now his hand seemed to be afflicted with the fallen angel sickness his nails long and pointed at the end black by nature. He could feel his own black wing wanting nothing more then to leave the confines of his back yet he kept it in place, "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting if I may ask"?
Sephiro Valence he shook his head and looked away from her pulling his hand back, "I used to be a human, but I sold my soul for this blade and now I'm slowly turning into a Fallen Angel because the blade had a soul of it's own of a man that was a fallen angel who at any time can take over my body".
Sephiro Valence watched her taking in the way she moved the way her eyes spoke to him and nodded his head silently to her. "Yes, I did.. where I'm from I was treated like a curse upon the land all because I was born in a time of terrible cataclysmic events and I was the only child that survived".
Sephiro Valence sat back nodding his head at her finally someone accepted him she was the first since Azrial himself and the shadow man. "True enough, even my own mother wanted nothing to do with me", he muttered and then sunk back into the chair a little deeper. "So that's what this place is called, I'm not quite sure this was just the place the Shadow men sent me".
Sephiro Valence he looked at her and decided to answer her question, "Well He was a shadow man, I never got his name he just said he could change my life and give me a powerful weapon that could change my entire position in life for my soul, after knowing nothing but misery what else could I have done".
Sephiro Valence The wind outside howled at the door to Gambit's bar hitting the strange man square in the black with it's artic cry, yet he felt no cold his body felt nothing and nor did his emotional bonds. Quietly he crept towards the door his prized possession the Katana known as Dashkov attached to a holster at his side. He stood a six foot tall with white silver hair spiked up for good measure of not having to fight through hair blinded eyes. His eyes were something beautiful Ice blue and Blood red when the sword made him it's puppet. Laying his hand on the door Sephiro Valence twisted it and walked in not meeting an eyes as he walked to the bar his blue trench coat like kimono only inches from dragging. Upon sitting at the bar he crossed his arms and sat back awaiting for someone to offer him a selection.
Sephiro Valence The wind outside howled at the door to Gambit's bar hitting the strange man square in the black with it's artic cry, yet he felt no cold his body felt nothing and nor did his emotional bonds. Quietly he crept towards the door his prized possession the Katana known as Dashkov attached to a holster at his side. He stood a six foot tall with white silver hair spiked up for good measure of not having to fight through hair blinded eyes. His eyes were something beautiful Ice blue and Blood red when the sword made him it's puppet. Laying his hand on the door Sephiro Valence twisted it and walked in not meeting an eyes as he walked to the bar his blue trench coat like kimono only inches from dragging. Upon sitting at the bar he crossed his arms and sat back awaiting for someone to offer him a selection.
Sephiro Valence The wind outside howled at the door to Gambit's bar hitting the strange man square in the black with it's artic cry, yet he felt no cold his body felt nothing and nor did his emotional bonds. Quietly he crept towards the door his prized possession the Katana known as Dashkov attached to a holster at his side. He stood a six foot tall with white silver hair spiked up for good measure of not having to fight through hair blinded eyes. His eyes were something beautiful Ice blue and Blood red when the sword made him it's puppet. Laying his hand on the door Sephiro Valence twisted it and walked in not meeting an eyes as he walked to the bar his blue trench coat like kimono only inches from dragging. Upon sitting at the bar he crossed his arms and sat back awaiting for someone to offer him a selection.
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