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Charoum

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a character in “Twisted Rapture”, as played by CussingChild

Description

Gender: Male

Age: More than two centuries, though he appears to be to be about twenty-three.

Appearance:

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Personality: Charoum is quiet and timid, though in ways exceedingly bold and noble in nature. He is of a peculiar determination and conviction to his faith, bound by loyalty and honor to the lord. The recent events transpiring on Earth makes him particularly protective of humanity and it's creatures. Discerning and understanding is characterized by the way he'll approach an enemy. The towering demons and Lords of Hell with all of their beasts could not turn him away, as he'd approach with the same courage and resolution, any such enemy placed between him and the tasks set before him.

History: He was created by God, after the banishment of Lucifer-- this making him slightly ignorant and naive pertaining to the enemy now. As God grew less inclined with the growing pain of the world, the angels began to pick up the slack, years passed and more excuses needed be made in the name of defense for humanity's disregard. Evil in the hearts of men. Charoum was a vigilant supporter of redemption and at God's order he were one of the first to be sent to the Earth to purge it of Hell.

Character Alignment: Angel.

Equipment: He wields a single holy sword, lightweight in the hands of an angel and elaborate in design, it's handle a deep gold and the blade a holy steel, almost white in color. His armor is less elaborate and lacks bulk, hardy and the same deep gold it's lightweight and resistant to the attacks of the unholy.

Apparel: His armor.

Combat Strengths: He has the strength of an angel, the speed, but where he stands out is his agility and his maneuverability in the air. He's a very physical combatant and excellent swordsman.

Combat Weakness(es): Charoum's preference of physical combat leads him to fail in terms of holy magicks, he's fool hardy and quick to fight.

Abilities: Chronokenesis, or the ability to slow or speed up one's perception of time. If focused upon can be used to create warps in time, or worm holes.

Skills: Master of the sword, nimble and agile.

So begins...

Charoum's Story

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He walked, silent but sure, his brilliant golden gaze set upon the path etched into the rubble of what had once been New York, before him. The thick clouds of ash hung in the air, powdered rubble mixed with the deadly concoction to cling to him, his dark brown, unkempt spiky mess of hair. His golden armor and lightly porcelain skin. Sunlight would break in places, though fogged from the mess it had to beat away; the while that deep crevices in scars upon the ground irradiated red ghast which reflected upon glass left in the once towering buildings, now keeling over upon their sides or crumpled like old paper.

At an even seven feet of etched muscle, he was an imposing sight, his movements effortless, fearless, unhindered in the slightest. The look upon his face grave and pained with the state of the world around him. A twig would snap behind him and in one graceful motion his sword would be pulled, turning easily on his heels with a shift of his weight-- he would extend it in a point. There'd be a lapse in time before suddenly a fallen wall of concrete would shift and burst, sending rubble crashing about him, his arm not faltering as it focused upon the greater demon as it surfaced with a scream of malice, a snarl in nature, a bolt of lightning in the air.

"Well then.." His voice would be strangely accented, youthful and strong. "We'll have to see about your death." His charming white smile would stand out against the thick film of grime, his knees would be bent slightly, turning with his arm extended, the demon would give another roar before reeling on his haunches and launching itself forward in a run at the angel. Standing at fifteen feet and easily weighing tons, it were a fearsome sight, but he didn't shake nor look away.

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It charged immediately, a massive two handed swing at a downward angle sought his quick death, fire spiraling from the large blade of it's axe, he waited till the last moment before swiftly sweeping in and out beneath the swing in a spin, his sword whipping. As he withdrew the ribs of the creature were riveted with scars, gashes in their structure. It'd wail, turning once again in a horizontal swing after checking it's miss, due to it's towering height it'd have hit him in the head. Charoum only slid in and beneath it once more beneath the attack, rising and driving the sword up and into the core of the demon. Demonic ichor would erupt about the blade, bringing forth a divine light as it was expelled from the metal, sending no doubt a crippling pain through the being, it recovered quickly. The shift of the area afflicted with the blade cracking like bones. Image

Charoum felt a shock to his wrist before he was sent spiraling away, his wings whipping out and his hips swiveling to save him a fall, landing in a few steps back upon his feet, the sword held in place as the greater demon charged once again. The wait passed with patience, his stance relaxed as he let loose a breath upon the demon as it closed in. A glimpse of it's eyes-- filled with hate and rage, contempt. He slid forth lowering, a shift in his footing allowing him to turn and rise in a leap delivering a fierce armored knee to the back of it's thigh as he reached up managing to grab it by the back of it's wings, the dark feathers feeling as if disturbed and rotted would threaten to give beneath his grip, he'd struggle, pulling one then the other in a pattern as it struggled beneath the pain of his strike. It whipped about refusing to budge, ad he used it's own height for leverage as he kicked off. Swinging back and gathering his strength to pull heavily upon it's wing, the demon roaring in pain and finally giving up it's axe to reach back for him.

It's back arched with the force applied and his muscles bulged with the effort as it found itself unable to get a stable hold, the ribs bending and breaking around the sword as he used the wings to pull the creature's core apart, baring his own natural fangs and staring to the sky as it gave a loud crack rivaling that of a cannon going off as it's center gave, the unwavering shriek finally dying down to a whisp of darkness in a small whistle as it's eyes became voids.

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Darius Appollyon

Darius searched the rest of the old brick building, slipping in and out of each room silently as he tried to evade the noises outside. It was hard to forget he was in a war-zone, the constant sounds of demonic screams and the clash of angelic metals reverberated through out the hollowed halls. He jumped once or twice, his heart constantly hammered, and all and all he felt like he might have a heart attack coming along. Alone, without anyone to keep face for, Darius was terrified. He knew he was in over his head; a simple human left in a world full of monsters, caught in the middle of Lucifer and God. Of course, he would always side with the fallen angel....but he also knew that if Lucifer were to win, Earth as he knew it would cease to exists.

But really, Earth as he knew it already had.

The dark haired man sighed and lowered himself to the grubby old cough he had found in one of the rooms, glancing up at the towering walls around him. It was a library, or a book storage room, but either way all three walls were covered from floor to ceiling with massive, dusty old books. The fourth held two massive windows that looked down upon the war torn streets of New York, some how the glass still remained in tact.

Darius ran his dark gaze over the old spines, reading their names as a way to keep his mind from the events unfolding outside. Though, it really did no help. His mind instantly drew to the war of heaven and hell no matter what he tried to think of, so eventually he simple allowed himself to be swallowed by the thought.

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Lucifer

Lucifer sat atop one of the crippled skyscrapers, balanced upon a support beam that had long since lost the building around it. He stood as a solitary dark figure in the sky, staring down at the streets below with a smirk of accomplishment.

His father may have whipped the world clean in an attempt to start anew, but Lucifer had no intention of allowing him to once again tarnish the universe with his vile creations. He would sooner destroy Earth then allow Heaven to rebuild it in a better light. Hence why he unleashed the gates and sent to the world a flood of his damned creations.

Below, he could see the demons ripping apart the walls of the world of man. The screamed and spewed hellfire all around, destroying everything they touched as ordered. From the streets to his right a mighty roar rang out, signaling the beginning of a fight between one of his greater demons and a soldier of heaven.

Lucifer took a step from his perch, his hands in the pocket of his black suit pants as his illusion of a body vanished from sight. He reappeared blocks away, standing atop a building once more only now he was looking down at the fight he had heard before. A single angel battled the massive hell beast, his sword seeming to be no match for the massive fifteen foot demon. Lucifer smiled, watching as the angel battled the demon with the vigor and battle strategy that he himself remembered learning in the arenas of Heaven. This angel moved with the agility and nimbleness only known to the creatures of god...no demon-kind could ever learn the perfection that was allotted to the higher beings of this universe.

The mighty demon gave off a devastating final shriek as the angel managed to rip it apart, laying waste to one of Lucifers finer creations. Truly, he cared not for the demons that inhabited his realm, but it was irritating to spend so long nurturing a demons hateful spirit only to have it ripped apart by such a young angel.

A small frown marred Lucifers pale face as he watched the final moments of the demon, the wail of pain disappearing just as the charred soul was burned away by its own hellfire. With a dejected tutt, Lucifer once more vanished from the rooftop and appeared on the asphalt below, his gaze level and commanding as he strode towards the young angel. His well tailored suit flapped in the light breath as he came to a halt before the male, bowing his tall lean form in order to penetrate his 'brother' with his icy angelic blue eyes.

He assessed the angel, his eyes wavering down to take in the light armor and angelic sword in his possession. Lucifer had no memory of this angel, though he normally remembered most of the angels that had been in his ranks. His eyes once more found the younger beings and he smiled charmingly, taking a step forward as he address the male, "Do you know who I am?" He finally spoke, raising as single brow in question. His tone was sincere, he wanted to know if this angel would even recognize him. God surely would have educated his angels on the enemy, though....God had a habit of revealing things only when he deemed it necessary for others to know. Lucifer had first had experience in the department, so it would not surprise him if this angel did not recognize the Lord of Hell.

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Following it's death he steadied himself calmly upon the ground, lifting his arms to pat it's filth from his hands, erupting from each pat with a thick ash. He stooped to pull his blade from the corpse as it had already begun to deteriorate in a blaze of fire. With a light flick of his wrist he slid the blade into it's sheathe, looking about with a mild displeasure at the ruins, and then..- A familiar suited man appeared. A foul stench followed his manicured features, the derogatory mannerisms, like he were better. An energy gave it away, the appearing. No simple angel would conduct themselves in such a way, and no human could appear from nowhere without first having been heard, or having transferred manually from one place to the other.

Charoum met Lucifer's gaze with the golden brilliance in his irises a shield. He refused to be imposed upon, his voice young and strong in reply to the man's question.."Do you know who I am?"- "Yes." It'd be a simple answer, simply put, and yet ebbed with suspicion, without realizing it his left hand had glided to the hilt of his sword, despite his nonchalant stance his muscles were rigid, a natural urge to fight the man before him. The blue gaze brought a brooding rage, how confidently he'd approached without fear of one of God's soldiers. This man having disgraced everything he was born of, and having brought death and destruction to this planet and it's inhabitants.

A light shake of his head followed his limited speech, cringing with a slight pain from the anger building in his chest, but that would be stooping to a level that could only be spawned from Hell, it passed only a moment before he'd recomposed himself. If Lucifer were here, manipulation would attach to every word and action. Morals in place would bind him and he'd be forced to listen as is his duty, a steady, rhythmic prayer giving him what peace could be offered.

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"So little words..." Lucifer mumbled, trailing his eyes down to the angels hand as he grasped his sword hilted at his hip, "I doubt you could hit me with that sword, little brother", The fallen angel smiled jokingly, raising both his brows this time as he looked back up into the angels eyes.

Anger boiled within those depths, heated iris of gold smoldering like burning topaz. The horrendous sight of rage within the soul of an angel was rare indeed, a sight that Lucifer hated that he pulled from the winged creatures. His talent to produce hate happened naturally, but within an angel it sent shivers of dread down his spin to see the sliver of humanities worst qualities show up within the creature that he deemed to be perfection. Hate was a creation of humans wretched nature, not a quality that was to be found in the angels. Demons were created from such hate and they grew on the emotion...hellfire was the manifestation of it. Creatures like the warriors of heaven should never be able to exude the emotion that this young angel was now feeling...it was blasphemous in Lucifers opinion.

But, this Angel was young. Lucifer would not hold it against him for being riled up at the appearance of his enemy, especially at the affirmative answer of recognition.

Lucifer's face morphed into a look of sympathy as he raised a hand to gesture to the fallen world around him, "So much hate should not be directed at me, angel. If you are to feel anything of such a vile nature, direct it at the humans....or our father who started all this. I was keen to sit in Hell and reign there until the end of times, but He wished to wipe the Earth and start all this" He raised his hand and gestured around to the whole of Earth, then released a sigh and lowered it back to his pant pocket, "The hate you feel is misguided, I truly want only whats best for us, fathers perfect creations"

Lucifer knew that reasoning with an angelic warrior that still served his father was a failed mission, but the war had just begun and he wished to attempt to save one of his brothers soul from damnation. A pure angel killed by a demon and taken to Hell was one of the most horrendous things Lucifer had ever witnessed...but it was necessary for the order of things. If he could convince this angel, maybe even just instill doubt in his mind, he may be able to save him from the corruption of hellfire that had leaked into his own wings and twisted his soul beyond salvation.

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"I doubt you could hit me with that sword, little brother," The condescension was to be expected, this was the angel corrupted, now renown for his vanity and pride. Flashes of disappointment and snide disapproval were clear despite the general nature, as if there were a pedestal he sat upon before Charoum's very eyes. He didn't see it ofcourse, he was near mute, though his breathing remained calm, though every word created a pain in the angel's ears and chest. His mind shifted to hate, and this is where he couldn't help but intercede.

"You think I hate you?" His voice would rise as he did, his hand remaining loosely upon the sword as he peered at Lucifer with a light shake of his head, his hair shifting lazily and bringing forth ash into the air about him. "Love thy enemy, this is contempt on the fact your goals conflict directly with my own, and therefore I'd stop you at every turn available, that's what makes my hand twitch." His fingers would tap gently in two sharp motions before playing gently about the pommel, flicking his tongue over the sharp natural fangs.

"As for this perfect creations and our Lord Father being in the wrong." He'd give a soft laugh, ending with a confident grin. "You're as ignorant as you were before my time, Lucifer." He'd almost be gauging the defeated angel for his reaction, he knew the sly snake of a man would keep his composure, not even miss a step in his pursuit of manipulation. But perhaps this would offset his thinking, if only the slightest bit it twisted Satan's thoughts, it would be a success.

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"You're as ignorant as you were before my time, Lucifer" The Lord of Hell stared at the angel, his eyes unwavering as they bore into the other angels. Ignorance. Out of everything that Lucifer has been accused of, ignorance was not one of them. Vanity and pride, yes, but ignorance....

It seemed this angel was stronger mentally then Lucifer had expected. A true warrior of god, able to stand up to Satan's manipulative tongue. For a moment, Lucifer imagined plucking this young winged man into the air and burning his wings away just to see who he would beg for mercy from....but Lucifer did not harm angels if it could be avoided.

Lucifer finally blinked and flicked his eyes away towards the location that his vessel currently resided in. He frowned and tilted his head slightly, connecting mentally to Darius even from miles away.

No one has found you? He murmured inside the young humans mind, casting a glance back towards the angel with a bored expression.

No Darius curt reply could only mean that the human had been napping, a thought that had Lucifer pulling back his lips in a soft smirk. Darius had found comfortable to nap amidst the rubble of his people, he truly had chosen wisely.

Finally choosing to turn his attention back to the young angel, Lucifer ignored his earlier in subordinate remarks. He was young, young enough to not know of Lucifers power before he fell. He had no way of knowing that his journey from warrior of God to leader of Hell had only made him more powerful. The itch to teach this angel a lesson burned within him, but Lucifer knew that he could not put Darius's body in harms way for such an unimportant task.

"Then you are young, if you grew after my time. Naive to the workings of Heaven it would seem, but so are all young creatures when dealing with the world around them. You will learn, in time..." Lucifer spoke calmly, taking yet another step closer to the angel, "What is your name?"

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Charoum waited patiently, satisfied with a small pause. It was expected, Satan's reaction, ofcourse. Nothing, he gave nothing away but the step was enough. That one step told the angel all he needed to know, why he was on Earth was questionable, why he had taken the time to talk in the middle of a battlefield was also questionable. Lucifer should be in Hell with all corrupted things, governing something that was his. His sword arm twitched with his thinking, furrowing his eyebrows with wanting to fight what Evil was before him, smiling and acting as if he'd already won. Hadn't Charoum just slain one of his servants? Here he was acting as if he'd not seen a single defeat, he should remember his own at the hands of the Lord.

There was no reaction to the step, only the steel-gold gaze of the angel watching the man step forward, though he maintained his calm with nonchalance, it was a facade as he was prepared for any attack, but he was taken aback with the question as it came. Something beyond expectation or preparation..-"What is your name?" There was a clear moment of silence before he answered, shaking his hair again to clear some of the ash, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Charoum." He'd state it with almost a shrug, wondering if it was courtesy to ask something as well or if he were expected to. Unable to decide he'd remain silent, only watching quietly, ever-vigilant.