Seraphim

Name: Seraphim

Gender/Sex: Male

Age: 18

Meister: Ralla Vuseren(Witch)

Weapon Form: Spear, spiked fur coating

Love Interest: Has no interest in any being other than his partner, Ralla. Not to any romantic level, but there is a strong sense of loyalty.

Orientation (Sexual/Romantic): Is not interested in any gender.

Appearance: Seraphim is a slender man with a height of 6 feet two inches and a body weight of 187 pounds. His hair is black with crimson red tints and reaches to his shoulders. His thin lips are pink and sinister, usually forming into a wicked smile that makes one shudder just looking at him. His eyes are a unnatural golden color, and his skin has a light farmer’s tan. He typically wears either a yellow T-shirt, blue jeans and black sneakers, or he will wear a black leather jacket over a red T-shirt, black jeans with a chain hanging off the side, and the same black sneakers. When all is said and done, Seraphim is wickedly handsome.

The weapon form that Seraphim takes on is that of a spear, reaching to a length of about seven feet. The blades, front and back, account for about a foot of the total spear and the shaft length consists of the remaining six feet. The ebony staff of the spear is separated from the blades with a strip of lustrous gold, and the blades themselves use a black iron with crimson tints with an orange jewel embedded in the blade. Even though this much is enough for a normal weapon, Seraphim’s power to transform isn’t limited to only a spear, he can also transform to fit his master’s animal morph. Being genetically engineered to do so by a prominent witch when he first met Ralla, Seraphim gained the ability to change into a silver fur coating. In this way Seraphim still has the ability to protect his partner, and he changes Ralla’s morph appearance from a golden brown to a golden orange. For his partial transformation, Seraphim can turn each individual finger into a ten inch blade exactly like his blade in spear transformation.

Personality: Seraphim is typically very sarcastic. You can never take him seriously in a talk, or find yourself doubling over his words to try and find hidden meanings. As opposed to frolicking in joyous, mindless slaughter, Seraphim really enjoys toying with his “prey”. His mind bordering insanity loves to see something struggling or groveling before him, fighting in vain for their lives in what ever way they feel suited. Sometimes Seraphim will show mercy and kill straight away, but he usually prefers torturing the mind and body to the border of death, and then either slaughtering them, or turning the people back into society, mad and likely to turn into kishin eggs from their insanity and new-found blood-lust.

History:
Seraphim’s birth had no importance in his history. He was born, fed, made poops, and grew like every little toddler on the face of the earth. It was when he grew to be a little older that something changed in the sweet child named after an angel. Seraphim would often wander off into the woods behind his house and torture small animals he caught in traps he learned how to make. He would skin them alive, then slowly place lacerations all over their bodies before smashing their heads to kill them. No one ever noticed this abnormal, devilish behaviour, but instead saw an adorable little angel facade with great manners who loved to snuggle with a teddy bear at night.

At school, Seraphim became a person to fear. His first day at middle school had him fighting another kid much bigger than him. He threw punch after punch with a nasty, sadistic smile on his face and beat the child half to death, only stopping when six kids pulled him away from the boy. From that day forward, all knew Seraphim as a devil, but never voiced it in front of him. To his face, they showed Seraphim deep respect, almost like that of a dictator. He knew they were all faking loyalty to him, but he thought it was funny. “All these insects squirm before my feet! How interesting!” During his sophomore year in high school, Seraphim murdered his first human.

The day was a normal, sunny day like any other. Fluffy white cumulus clouds floated aimlessly in the sky and his the beautiful, warm summer sun every once in awhile. The day really was beautiful, at least to one individual and no other. Seraphim was his name, and he trotted his way up to school blissfully after kissing his mother goodbye. Seraphim’s bags were packed full with books and miscellaneous items any normal high school student would have, except for a few things that were out of the ordinary. The boy carried a roll of masking tape, a sturdy rope, and a filet knife. “Bad Day” was playing loudly in earphones planted firmly in his ears, and an IPhone 8s was in his hand. Even though Seraphim was humming and smiling down the hallway, not everything was so happy on the inside of the young man. His heart was black with several layers of ice over top of it, and he was planning to visit a certain student who had decided he wouldn’t be afraid of Seraphim. He was a stubborn student with an ego the size of a whale, but he was also a decent person. He played football and went to church like many other students of this futuristic time period, including Seraphim, who was dragged along by his parents.

The black haired boy pushed open the double doors to the school and walked down a hallway branching off to the left. He looked school ready for sure, like every other student, but he wasn’t planning on attending any of his classes. He had a mission, and he knew everything about his target. He planned to intercept him on his abnormal path into school from where he makes love to his girlfriend every morning. The old storage shed out by the football field; no one ever went to that place, except this guy.

Seraphim caught him and asked to talk with him privately, in the storage shed, or else he would release pictures of him and his girlfriend naked to the whole school, including the faculty. The boy could do nothing but oblige and follow obediently to where his death lay in wait for him. He was bludgeoned from behind and fell to the ground, unconscious, where he was dragged and tied up. When the boy awoke, he found himself tied up, naked, with Seraphim standing above him with a knife. The boy tried to scream, but it was futile. There was a sock shoved in his mouth and taped in place with several layers of duct tape. A pair of eyes, sharp like a coyote’s, were tearing into the space, unknown to Seraphim and the boy, watching, assessing.

Seraphim’s wicked smile never faded, even while he was peeling off skin and slicing random parts of flesh with precision, missing all of the major blood vessels in order to keep his new toy alive for longer. The boy was half dead by the time Seraphim noticed the presence of the coyote, which was just before Ralla opened the door to the storage room with an evil smirk on her beautiful face. The boy dying didn’t even notice his one possible lifeline open the door, since his eyes were already stabbed out and his ear drums popped. Seraphim stood up and confronted the new arrival. He has a face without fear, more correctly, a wicked face befitting a murderer. Those eyes filled with evil killing intent turned upon the voluptuous new arrival, assessing whether he should force himself upon her, or get straight to the torture. He never got the chance.

Ralla immediately kicked him in the stomach and sent Seraphim smashing into the wall. Wood chips flew around and clutter scattered across the floor. Seraphim immediately got up and brandished his knife, his intent to kill was as clear as the night sky. Then he saw her eyes. They shone like an orange sunset, like a beautiful citrine gem. But there was no beauty in her cold eyes of stone. She sent a chill down Seraphim’s back. This woman isn’t human… Seraphim thought to himself as he stood motionless before Ralla. She’s a monster, a beast. Ralla strolled up to him and casually placed her slender hands on his chin, and peered into his eyes. Only a finger’s distance was placed between the woman’s lips and his.

“What were you planning to do with this child next, boy?” Ralla inquired with a serene alto voice. “Where you going to finish him? Or keep filleting him?” Seraphim couldn’t utter a word and only stared into Ralla’s beautiful eyes. After a few moments, which seemed like minutes, Seraphim replied that he was planning to slit his throat, that he stopped pleading for his life and that he grew bored. To this, Ralla’s eyes seemed to show a look of admiration, and a smile even crept over her thin lips. “I see, then allow me to help you with that.” Seraphim’s smile immediately returned when Ralla promised her assistance, but she held out her hand and breathed out a mantra over his hands. “ Coyote, Coyate, Cayote...” Ralla mumbled this several times and a sharp pain began to develop in Seraphim’s hands, and a blade shot out from his right pointer finger, about ten inches in length.

Seraphim stared at his hand, eyes wide in shock. His finger had just turned into a small dagger, surely anyone would be surprised. “Save your surprised face for later, boy. For now, why not use that little power I just awakened?” Ralla returned Seraphim to his senses and pointed to the boy lying on the floor. Seraphim trotted over slowly, a smile regenerated on his face, and he stabbed his finger into the neck of the boy and twisted it, causing blood to flow and tissue to break and shift grotesquely. It only took a second for the boy’s breathing to stop.

An exhilarating feeling washed over Seraphim. He smiled and laughed maniacally, and then he collapsed to his knees and prayed for God to receive the boy’s soul before his dagger finger returned to normal. But something else was happening. A blue light, in the shape of a sphere, floated out of the boy’s mangled throat and suspended itself a foot above the corpse. Seraphim instinctively took the sphere and shoved it down his throat. He chewed it a little and swallowed it. ”Ahhhhhh! It has a sweet taste to it like I’ve never experienced!” Seraphim squealed with delight and turned to Ralla. A gentle smile was painted on her lovely features, and she glided over to him, held out her hand, and commanded him: “Follow me, boy. I will teach you many things, show you many pleasures that you have never experienced before.”

And Seraphim followed her. He learned about his heritage as a weapon and became the personal tool of Ralla. He devoured the souls of many meisters and humans, and became a Demon Blade in a meager three months. And here we have present day, where Seraphim still follows Ralla in an unbreakable bond between a witch and her contracted demon.

Miscellaneous: Seraphim has an unhealthy obsession with his partner, far beyond the point of considering Ralla as “family” but not in a romantic way. You will find yourself hard pressed to separate him from her.

Abilities:
Wavelength Manipulation- Seraphim and Ralla have a very powerful connection, since they are on an impossibly high compatibility rating. As such, Seraphim has the ability to magnify Ralla's soul wavelength and send the magnified power anywhere Ralla desires it to go, for instance, Seraphim can send the power to Ralla's legs, making her swifter.
Killing Aura- Seraphim's madness wavelength is more powerful than most, even rivaling the intensity of a kishin. Seraphim has the power to use his madness wavelength to paralyze foes out of fear, except for those resolved and strong of heart. (Has no effect on warrior gods, Death, or meisters so stupid they don't feel fear. Which stand no chance against Ralla)

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