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Santo

I will NOT allow the hunters to wipe us out!

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a character in “Mythical Hunt”, as played by Zenia

Description

Name: Santo
Alias: Saint
Age: appears eighteen in reality is much, much older
Gender: Male
Race: Seraphim
Picture:Image
Past: An ex-guardian Angel, he had been around since the Flood. He was cast out of heaven for protecting his charge when it was their time to die. He will not speak on who this client was, for he does not like to talk about it. When the beings were discovered he prayed there would be peace. Unfortunately that did not happen, instead the humans killed the envoy of the Beings and he watched in horror. Anger flooded him as he rallied the other Beings into action; they soon looked to him as their leader a role he reluctantly accepted. He lets’ the faction leaders lead and tries to work behind the scene or in the field, hardly telling the others that he is the leader.
Weapon: Knife, old six shooter gun, a broken sword he infuses with light
Magic: Holy, Light,
Likes: Beings, Peace, Sunlight, flying, People helping him, people not realizing he is the resistance leader, the necklace he always wears.
Dislikes: Money, Greed, corruption, Tsuyiko Irriochi, Hunters
Fears: Causing the others to die, leading people to their death, not being able to fly anymore, Beings realizing he is the leader.
Flaws: Rash, Over caring, can act very un leader like, tends to care to much about his subordinates, will sacrifice himself for others.
Special features: Six Brilliant white wings usually shows the two when in battle, his blood turns into rubies and his tears into tanzanite, and his human form
Orientation: Straight
Weaknesses: Sacrifices his safety for the Beings, Darkness, Dark Magic, Rash, people mentioning the death of the envoy.

So begins...

Santo's Story

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#, as written by Zenia
Santo panted for breath as he dodged yet another bullet, being careful it did not hit the man slung across his arm. He put the injured behind a crate as he turned to his pursuers. “Damn it…” he cursed, a odd thing for one of his kind to do. He rolled to the side as his sandy blond hair whipped past his sea green eyes. He fired back hearing someone fall to the ground, “Father in Heaven protect this black sheep from these corrupted Shepards.” He muttered in a prayer. He stood back up his tan skin glistening with sweat as he saw more of the Hunters coming. He quickly went to his ally and tried to lift them up. “No… Saint leave… I won’t make it.” He muttered. Santo shook his head, “I will not let a fellow be left behind…” he whispered to the young fire spirit. “So young… to be born into this world now… if only his Guardian was not gone…” he thought to himself his eyes full of sadness. His mind flashed back to a time not too long ago, though few from that time were alive. If any… he kept on forgetting how short lived humans were. He shook his head pushing that to the back of his head.

He again tried to move his ally again, but again he resisted. “Saint. We need you to live on… Don’t let me hold you back…” he managed to whisper to him as he coughed up blood that quickly set on fire. “Please... I already know my flame is going to die out shortly…” he whispered as his fire hair burned blue… Santo knew his friend was near death, but he did not wish to believe it. “…We will reach the base soon, then I can get fire for you and give you proper healing…” he whispered softly. The fire spirit shook his head, “no… If you carry me we both will be killed.” He uttered, “At least here I can stall them for you. I can be of use.” He muttered. Santo shook his head, “I won’t leave you behind!” he roared. He heard Hunters and tried to move him, but he was pushed away. He saw his friend stand up his body blazing. “GO!” The Fire Spirit roared as fire sprang from his hand at the hunters and at Santo behind him forcing Santo to flee. Santo covered his eyes as he ran away clenching his fists.

He got the abandon church and slammed his hand on the back wall; wisps of light sprang from his finger tips and made the holy symbol as the wall parted into a vast cavern he ran into it as he followed the path laid out in front of him. The way behind him closed as he clutched his arm in pain, now starting to feel the injuries he had gotten as he arrived here. He was glad his arm wasn’t bleeding… that would have marked a trail to follow.

He soon reached a room in a cavern with light shining from crystals and vibrant flowers. His legs wobbled as he fell to the ground exhausted soon passing out. A necklace fell out of his shirt, it was a simple silver chain with a feather on it… the feather seemed to glimmer multi colors softly and soothingly.