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Ahh I'm super excited //v// He's been done for almost 2 weeks but I hadn't submitted oops
Speedpaint here: youtu.be/FkXdVJH711E
"The gods are by far the most cruel of monsters; content to simply watch us fight, starve, die - repeat."
Name: Silas Cain [Angel name: Seraphiel]
Age: Ancient [Appearence: mid 20's]
Birthdate: October 27
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Orientation: Bisexual
Ranking: Silver
Magic: Dark
Retribution (defensive) - Draws the shadows around Silas, protecting him from all magical attacks and causing any spells to bounce back at the original castor for 10 seconds. Can be broken by Light magic.
Glory (offensive) - Summons the corrupted sword of the angel Seraphiel. Once able to destroy all Dark creatures in its path, the core has been corrupted and reshaped for Dark magic. To be used, Silas must sacrifice a portion of his blood, and in exchange the sword will fight for him. It has been warped from light into shadow, causing those who stare straight at it directly to be momentarly blinded, although it is only an illusion. Due to its nature, attacks against Light magic users are almost entirely ineffective, despite what the outside appearence of the sword may look like. If Silas is not careful, the leftover light magic can hurt him as well.
The longer the sword is out, the more blood is taken. He can not have it out forever, otherwise he will lose control of his vampiric instincts due to blood loss.
While the sword is summoned, Silas may not cast any other spells, however any spells he used before summoning will still be in effect.
Beserk (support) - Sacrifices a large portion of energy and blood that increases physical abilities and the magical power of spells by 45%. This leaves Silas disorentated and he cannot tell friend from foe when attacking. After the spell looses effect, he is rendered completely exhausted and will be unable to fight anymore. While under the effects of Beserk, his eyes turn red and bleed. His ability to think critically is also drastically decreased, relying only on his instincts.
Distortion (offensive) - Summons the shadows from the deepest realms of hell and blocks the sun momentarily. During this time, Silas is able to control the shadows to attack those caught within the darkness of the spell. Can be broken if Silas looses concentration.
Bloodlust (passive) - When blood is first spilt on the battleground, Silas gains a 15% magical buff that lasts 10 minutes. If he has not fed in awhile, he willl be debuffed that weakens all magical power by 10%.
Shatter (support) - If cast successfully, enemies near Silas will be debuffed 10% of their magical power, and lose 2% of their health every 10 seconds. Silas is buffed 5% magical power from each target effected. Debuffs Silas for 70% of his total movement speed.
Imitation (support) - Casts a ring of shadows around a target, forming a wall of mirrors. If the target looks into the mirror, they will be ensared by their own reflection and give up 25% of their health, healing Silas for 15% of his total health. The spell can be broken if the target does not look into the mirror and simply closes their eyes. The ring will break on its own without a willing participant.
Personality: - Obsessive | + Patient | - Arrogant | - Manipulative | +/- Charming | + Loyal | + Protective
Silas at first glance has a charming sort of air about him; patient with students, parents and other teachers alike. He always has a kind input and helps out when needed. You could say he is the perfect teacher for St. Reverie - except for his other mannerisms. Once into a project of one kind or another, if you happen to bother him, he becomes snappish, cold and utterly untolerable. He will not stop until he completes whatever it is he's working on; it's dangerous bordering on obsessive.
When Silas wants something, he will do whatever he has to to obtain it, whether by manipulation or violence. Due to many sucesses over the centuries, and knowing his own power, he is arrogant to a fault and irritatingly smug when right.
That being said, if you somehow gain favor with him, he will be very protective and startlingly loyal to whoever that is. When around close friends he relaxes completely and turns almost ridiculous in his behavior at times; mirroring his personality from when he had been an angel - though he doesn't like to talk about that much.
Biography:
[the past]
His name had once been Seraphiel, and he had loved the gods; his creaters with every drawn breath.
He listened to their orders without question and directed the angels beneath him in rank at their behest, his only desire was to serve them. The demons, his gods enemies and therefore his as well, he looked down upon with disdain; indeed he thought them far below him and not even fit to be allowed life. He wrecked havoc across the battlefield, destroying those who would kill him and protecting those under his command. He didn't look too closely at his beloved gods absence from the bloody wars; citing that it was the angels duty alone and the gods were much too busy to protect Terra themselves.
That of course, turned out to be a lie.
The gods did nothing Seraphiel slowly learned, content to watch their creations fall and needlessly bleed in battle. They could always make more, after all. The angels were expendable; they all were. Not a single angel the gods truly cared for, not even him.
He turned his back on them, immersing himself in his own kind, his own expendable race. But it was hard, caring for those who would only die soon on the battlefield. And for what?
The demons were winning anyway. There were just so many of them. An angel could kill one hundred of them and a thousand would only take their place.
Angels were not strong enough; nor were any other on Terra's lands. Only the gods; the conceitful, lazy creaters, whom wouldn't move from their place in the clouds, could stop the invasion. This was their chance to prove themselves to Seraphiel; if they did help, perhaps they cared more for him then it seemed. But it was not to be and a miracle occurred - the angels slowly started to push the demons back into their own dark realm. It was slow and almost impossible, but he let himself forget the betrayal and focused only on the demons destruction.
This left openings in his guard; this deadly obsession. Many of the angels died, falling in battle, through poison and other sickness. He barely noticed, too focused on the enemy's numbers to see his own forces weakening, until it was too late.
And some...they simply went missing.
It was happening far too often for his liking, one by one the higher ranking angels dropped like flies, disappearing into the shadows before Seraphiel had a chance to speak with them.
Once he would have blamed the demons, now his eyes only turned towards the gods, and he found himself surprised. Though they were winning against the Dark, they were clearly agitated, their tempers short and heated.
Whispers of their rage fell through the ranks, dripping poison and discontent. Rumors of a new punishment, if one were too weak or sinning.
Overnight years later, when his hatred for the gods threatened to crush him, his wings started to change, feathers turning sickly and grey.
It was the beginning of the end, for the angel once named Seraphiel.
☆彡
Falling from grace was not like he had expected. For one, it took a very long time. His wings slowly crumbled, deteriorating from the inside, much like his magic had. It consumed and struggled to survive in a rotting body, where his hair fell out and eyes darkened and bled. His teeth grew in last, and with it came a overwhelming thirst.
He had no knowledge of what it was for, until his wings finally gave out, ripping from his body, bones, blood and magic.
Seraphiel was left shaking on the cold earth, shaking in pain and rage and all consuming hunger.
He was still there when a human found him, offering only help and comfort. He took it - and his life, along with the rest of the other villager's blood.
For a long time, he stayed in that rage, feeding and killing to his content. He found the whole thing very ironic, that the gods would turn him into something like this.
He had no name, no allies, and took to never staying in one place for very long. Never a place to come familiar with. Everything was new; and he traveled from one town to the next, taking in the war with only the briefest of interest; he had become an outsider.
Demons meant very little to the former angel now, indeed for he was just like them.
That period of his life changed however; when he met an old friend.
Her name was once Gabrielle and it still was, for she was one of the few of angels remaining from his time, not a discolored feather or streak of hair in sight. She tried to kill him the moment they crossed paths, but both were too strong to carry on with it for very long. Later, they stood across from one another, suspicious and a touch curious in the life both of them had led in the last centuries.
He finally asked her what they call him; the kind of creature he had turned into. She responded with 'vampire'.
A turning point; for if the vampire had never found her, he was sure he would still be feeding and hunting and killing; and that would be all he would do for the rest of his immortal life.
Instead, he began to search through his mind again; fighting through his own instincts and desires, and began to scheme. For while his interest in the war had waned, his hatred for the gods had not.
A century passed, by then he was much stronger, both in mind and his magic.
He had Dark magic, like his enemies once used. Weaker than he had been before as an angel, but stronger than when he was nothing but a mindless, hungry beast.
More and more angels fell, and he watched, eyes burning red, teeth grinding. He wanted the gods dead, every last one of them.
He didn't tell this to Gabrielle however, who he visited often. After getting over their knee-jerk reaction to kill one another, the nameless vampire enjoyed her company, talking with her about the days long ago. It was very slow going, but she began to trust him - as they always did.
Seraphiel had been patient and kind to other angels. It was just the vampire's luck she knew him then, and not in the centuries after.
There would be a time when she trusted him completely, when her wings would start to weep. He had become very good at corruption. If she became like him, perhaps she would hate the gods as well and he would have another ally.
That was still very far in the future, however. For now, he was content to simply watch and wait for the perfect time to begin his war.
[the present]
The vampire has a name now, Silas.
He steals it from some human noble he fed off of, and chooses it simply because he likes the sound of it rolling off his tongue.
He plays the perfect mask for Gabrielle, and he knows she will love him, eventually. And once she does, Gabrielle will fall, like he had.
She is one of the remaining angels left on earth; most have either fallen or stay high up in the clouds, hoping it will keep them from the same fate.
Gabrielle loves humans and Terra itself, but even he is surprised at her idea.
A school; to teach magic and defense.
A place full of younger minds which he can use, manipulate for his own goals.
When she asks if he'd like to teach there, to help her in her task, he accepts without a second thought.
He knows a few secrets of the gods; they are not all powerful, nor are they immortal. One day they will weaken, and Silas will be there waiting, with an army of new blood, desiring their flesh.
With the gods gone, the Dark will be free to take over Terra, certainly the angel's numbers would wane but he was sure most would fall instead of truly dying, and the students of St. Reverie wouldn't last long against the hoard either.
It's no matter to him though if the demons win or not. They don't bother their own after all.
Likes:
+ Angel Blood
+ Cherry Lollipops
+ Teasing people
+ Owl’s Automatic Grader
Dislikes:
- Gods
- Magic Chocolate
- Any angels or vampires dying
- Any sort of failure
- Blind loyalty
Additional Information:
- While he wouldn't want to be an angel again; to be forced to do anything they asked of him, Silas yearns for his wings. He misses flying above all.
- Has a hard time controlling his temper with those who knew him before his falling. It's harder to keep up his mask since they knew him from before, and most can tell he has changed.
- Enjoys music of most types. It reminds him of the better days when he was simply a naive angel, with no anger simmering in the back of his mind. He has absolutely no talent for playing instruments or anything of the sort though.
- Barely makes an attempt to hide his fangs. Tells those who asks that they're fake. Very few actually believe him.
- Since falling, Silas has found he likes fighting physically rather than with magic more.
- Just because he firmly believes something is true, doesn't mean it is actually true. Between the time of his falling and wandering up the steps to St. Reverie, some would say he's gone a bit mad...
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Comments: 12
ahh~! He is so hot //slapped
//his story is so interesting ;;w;; //and sad ;;A;;
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aaAAAAAA HOT HOT TATER TOT SENSEI
also hi s past omgggg
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asdfghsdfghj thank you
yes poor silas //weeps
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Gasp he so hot let me love ♡♡♡♡ //shot and killed
P.s his past is so sad ;v; poor baby lost his wings .
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thank you hehe <33333
ahh poor Silas misses his wings //cries
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SCREECHES UNCONTROLLABLY AT THIS ASSHOLE.
LAMB WILL NOT BE PLEASED TO HEAR HIS ASS IS TEACHING I TELL YOU THIS RIGHT NOW RUU
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LOOOOOL //UNBUTTONS SHIRT //BLOWS LAMB A KISS JUST TO PISS HER OFF 8D
they will be constantly bickering IT WILL BE GREAT LOLOL
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AU where lamb acts like him and he acts like lamb and shes like ;slams leg on table; look at my high heels
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