It was a stormy night, with dreary fogs floating in from the lakes to the forest. Somewhere deep in the forest, in a clearing that longed for the moonlight, the wind and rain moaned and shreiked as it whistled through the trees and past the bloody bodies that littered the clearing floor. The red winged angel stood in the center of the clearing, an army of corpses surrounding her. She stared up into the sky, the rain washing the blood from her skin and her sword.
"Storm's followed me again..." she mumured, wiping her sword across her jacket sleeve before sheathing it. She shoved a decapitated head away from her foot, shaking her blood red wings. She struggled to take off into the wind and rain, but she succeeded, unafraid of the storm's power. Water streamed down from her wings and body, but she quickly flew out of sight.
A great wall of rain tore into the clearing, but behind it was clear light, a cool, damp gray light as the storm broke. The clouds swirled above the eye of the storm, and a tall, gaunt man with huge, sweeping black wings, short violet hair, and a trademark dark uniform landed in the clearing, where the woman had stood but moments before. He surveyed the mass of soaked, bloody bodies around him.
"She was here..." He knelt and reached down to nearly touch the very head that the woman had so recently kicked aside. He looked around him again. "I know she was here. This is the damage that she would reak..."
He rolled a dismembered torso onto its back, pulling a black badge from the shoulder.
"...The army...My brother's army..."
The man stood, laughing softly. "Ah, Blood... I knew you would succeed..."
Name: Blood
Age:
Gender: Female
Description: A tall, beautiful woman wearing an open jacket with nothing beneath it and flared, low-rise jeans. She has brilliant red hair and huge, feathered, blood-red wings.
History: Blood was born to a family of Kaddasserans, her last name unknown. Because of a freak fluke of genetics, she is the Cursed, a creature born with red hair, eyes, and wings and uncontrollable powers. She was named for the bloodshed of the attack on her family's clan the day of her birth, and was abandoned by her few surviving relatives. She was a wandering force of nature. She met a Kaddasseran, Storm, the first ever not to run screaming or die by her blade. When he had outsmarted her and taken her blade, she agreed to go with him back to his home, intrigued by this mortal. She was taken to the vast stretch of holding belonging to the Seadragon Clan, and she lived in their grand fortress on the coast of the Crourem Ocean. Storm was a wild Kaddasseran
Name: Storm Seadragon
Age:
Gender: Male
Description: Tall, gaunt man with huge dark wings and a shock of violet hair. He wears a tailored black uniform.
History:
Name: Lord Spire Seadragon
Age:
Gender: Male
Description: A tall, handsome, dark haired man, he wears the long dark robes of the ancient Seadragon Kings.
History: Long ago, Spire tried to seduce the cursed Blood. Perhaps it was to control that indomitable power that came to the Cursed, perhaps it was to use her elemental soul in a spell to advance his own powers. Either way, his attempts disgusted the Cursed, and she nearly killed him. He bears a long scar that trails from just above his left hip, down the inside of his thigh to the knee. Spire always desired power, and when he heard the tales of the ancient Seadragon Kings, he sold his soul to a djinn in orer gain a claim to that power. In the process, his wings were shattered and severed, and he was cursed to never fly of his own power, either in this world or the next. This loss of a piece of his soul shattered his conscious, and though he is a strong, powerful 'King,' many believe his sanity left with his wings.
Name: Urhann Derdahl, Djinni
Age:
Gender: Neutral
Description: A handsome, genderless being with tan skin and a penchant for wearing shear robes.
History: Urhann Derdahl was trapped inside a glass scarab for a thousand years. When Lord Spire Seadragon shattered the relic, Urhann Derdahl agreed to grant him one wish. The Seadragon Lord desired power - the ultimate power of the ancient Kings. Urhann Derdahl could grant no one ultimate power - but Urhann Derdahl divulged to Spire a little known secret. Sometime in the next thirteen years, there would be a Choosing. The Gods would select the strongest being, and that mortal would be taken to the Divine Realm to undergo trials by all twelve of the Judges. If that person would manage to surpass the twelve trials... the ultimate power would be given to them. That was the source of the power of the Ancient Kings. Urhann Derdahl could not gaurantee Spire's admission into the Choosing, but Urhann Derdahl could bestow a gift upon him. Urhann Derdahl gave to Spire a secret knowledge - the knowledge of the Gods. Should Spire manage to make it into the Choosing, the Knowledge would help him succeed. In addition, the Knowledge could assist him in becoming the most powerful mortal. Spire's payment for this power was a piece of his soul - his wings. Urhann Derdahl keeps Spire's wings, along with the payments of other mortals, in a sacred room known as a djinn's Immortal Chamber.
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