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"Good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment"
Name: (Unknown for the moment) Nickname/Alias: Zehel, Perv, Slave #268 Age: Unknown however appears to be in his mid 20s Gender: Male Height: 198 cm 6’, 5” Weight: 84 kg Guild: N/A Class: D class Affiliation: Light
物理的な説明
Physical Description Zehels’ is quite extraordinarily tall, standing at the height of 6’ 5”, and bares a fair complexion. Despite him not knowing of his true age, his appearance is that of someone who is in his early 20s. The young man sports strawberry blond hair that is medium length and is kept unkempt and spiky towards the ends, ending in a frontward fringe. The mans build is quite lean, being fairly muscular in all aspects, although despite that, Zehel is also quite skinny, although not skinny to the point where it becomes painfully obvious. Zehels’ eyes were electric blue, and appeared to be quite refined, as if they were glowing. All in all, Zehel is considered to be quite handsome, his warm smile, his gazing blue eyes, everything about him was attractive to say the least.
Zehels’ tall frame was quite weird to say the least, not many people would expect someone who appeared to look in their early 20s to be as tall as he was. His abnormal height has often led people to give him glares. The man was fairly muscular, although this was quite ordinary for any 20 year old and over.
The mans posture was usually a slouching gesture, followed by masking his hands in his pockets as he would casually stride from one place to another, only really standing straight when he is sending a soul to either the plain of eternal magic or damnation, as it is his way of showing respect to the souls he casts judgment upon.
衣類
Clothing Zehel prefers to wear comfortable clothes, and luckily for him, his traditional bishop attire is just about as cozy as it could get. The man is often seen wearing black silk trousers, with cuffs that are about 1 inch in length, being the same color as the outer black silk of the trousers. The man wears black shoes, which are polished enough for any sort of light to reflect off it and show its sheen. As for upper clothing, the Blond wears a black bishop shirt, which is lined on the sleeves and collar in white. Over this black shirt is a large white garment, with a V neck, this garment is very loose, and acts like a coat, with sleeves. At the shoulders of this specific garment, it is finely cut and attached to the sleeve with large cloth or ribbon. The garment is quite long, being able to reach his feet, shrouding his black trousers and often his shoes. A metal plate with the symbol of the church is situated near the middle of the blonds chest, attached by thin cloth on the sides, being attached to matching white scarf which attaches itself to the garment itself, going through the individual slots provided and both sides ending on the blonds’ back. On other occasions, the blond ditches the white garment and instead wears a Blue Overcoat, however this is usually when he is out on leisurely walks.
The clothing are all quite exquisite, many may see him as a rather rich individual for this, despite this not being the case, as the bishop clothing are provided by the church he attends, to which he is the bishop of, along with nine others. Another item of clothing which the Blond possesses are black leather gloves which Zehel is always seen wearing, as it is his method of shrouding the Mark of Zehel on his right hand. Image of clothing
アクセサリー
Accessories The only Accessory worth mentioning is the peculiar Crucifix which the Blond wears around his neck, although unlike most crucifixes, this one is very different in shape, with arched lines near the bottom of the crucifix. Image of Crucifix
追加
Extra Zehel has a peculiar tattoo like mark on his right hand, when in fact it is seared into the back of his hand. What makes this mark peculiar is the fact that it glows illuminate red whenever the blond uses his Scythe of Zehel. The mark is actually called the ‘Seal of Zehel’ Image of symbol
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人格
Personality Zehel is said to be quite a closed off and dangerous person, because of his intimidating height, however, the blond is a kind person at heart, giving off a cheerful smile when talking to strangers, and once known, is always a warm individual. Despite his kindness, the man does have a slight dislike to teenagers, often referring to them as ‘brats’, but even the most annoying teenager can often catch a glimpse of his kindness as he does not take things to heart easily. Despite Zehels cheerful nature, the blond cannot really smile properly around teenagers unless he is truly moved, where else he would normally make a creepy smirk that would often distance teenagers from him even further.
The fact behind his open nature is due to the fact that for the majority of his life, he was alone, without anyone to comfort him, or to help him, and as such, the blond eventually found his way to the church of Magnolia, filled with such warm people, all of which quickly filled his once empty heart. Zehels kindness is quite great, as he would be willing to help anyone in need, no matter the cost. His personality to help those in need and to lift them from their sorrowful state earned him the nickname ‘Zehel’, which is the name of the one who “Cuts the ties of misfortune from individuals”.
Although the blond is very kind at heart, he is also considered to be quite the pervert, hiding explicit magazines in his room in the church itself, which the other bishops frown upon, however it does provide comical humor and is often the topic talked about whenever Zehel is involved. Zehels perverseness is not only limited to possessing certain magazines, as the Blond is also known to flirt with any cute girl that comes his way, something which again, is the subject debated upon regarding Zehel.
Despite being kind hearted towards those he could consider his friends, he will almost never tolerate evil in his presence, and will be more than willing to stop it, even by the means of rendering the evil person in question on the brink of death. Although that may be the case, Zehel was never one to kill, and would rather settle things in a civilized way rather than resorting to violence, however, even when violence is invoked, he would try with all his might to not kill an opponent, as it goes against his moral standing to himself and his role as a bishop.
歴史
History
Sorrowful Beginning
“It’s so lonely…Why is it so lonely? It isn’t like there aren’t any other people here, but even still, this place is so barren, barren like what my heart has become…”
Thoughts like those were quite common around these parts, where “these parts” could be described to many outsiders as a small island with little wildlife and not many activities to partake in, however, to the average child resident who were captured and forced to work for whatever twisted scheme ‘they’ had, this place was nothing but a baked hell to which no one has seen the likes of, yes, this is the place which in time would be known as the “Tower of heaven”.
This story revolves around a specific young boy, who has long since forgotten his birth name, and was merely referred to as ‘Slave #268’ or more commonly as ‘268’, to which the boy would often wonder about the creativity behind the name, as well as the ghastly truth that there could possibly have been 267 more individuals just like him. This boy, 268, was often the troublemaker of the rest of the slaves, back chatting and sometimes disobeying his cruel captors time and time again, although, with each act of disobedience, came another act of cruelty, in the form of no food, more labor, or simple beatings. His beating sessions were often carried out by one specific person, a person by the name of Elkar, another slave, like the boy, whom was dubbed “The Chain Devil” by the other children, although after one of his torturing sessions, the boy could see a glimpse of despair in his eyes, to which he knew that not even the Demon Elkar could stand harming a defenseless target.
Despite all the free spirit and courage this little eight year old boasted, he would sometimes be found crying, away from all guards, in his own little cave like burrow, trying to wait until the tears would stop flooding out of him like a monsoon. The truth was, it was three years since the boy was abducted from his nice little home in Magnolia…it had been so long since he felt the warm caress of his mother, or the kind words spoken by his father, actually, the boy had almost forgotten how both his parents sounded all together, had it not for him often reminiscing his days as the Son of a great inventor and a florist, ah those were the peaceful times indeed.
Every day for the slaves were extremely daunting, being forced to perform hard labor for what the slaves seemed like an eternity, and slave #268 was no exception. They were all forced to carry a huge load of rocks from ‘A’ to ‘B’, which was often a kilometer or two away, and of course failure to comply would result in torture or death. When the slaves weren’t carrying, they were mining, to later carry, of course. This was a repetitive task that would not vary in the slightest, the men who captured them were cruel, heartless, and would be willing to kill any of them should they try and escape, although, for the children, the are more lenient, and would let them off with a few burns or simple beatings, which was considered quite lucky in this situation.
It wasn’t like the blond was alone for the entirety of his stay at the Slave compound, no, not at all, he was surrounded by youngsters just like him, little kids who were snatched up to do the bidding of some foolish corrupt people who wished to revive some long dead mage, or something like that, the Blond never really took much notice of the Preach of war that was given every day before the labor began as he found the cute girl next to him to be far more interesting. It would appear that his love for women stemmed from a young age after all. The boy did have his own group of ‘friends’ who he adored as they all had families that they were wrongfully taken from, it seemed that this common experience and mutual understanding for each others loss of family were partially what made them capable of bonding to great lengths and even be considered family.
The boy and his group of friends did everything together, run around together, mine together, help carry heavy rocks together, no one was left behind, and whenever a person tried to call a person to be tortured, the boy would always step in, either attacking them or telling them to take him instead. He loved them all oh so very dearly, and couldn’t bear to see them suffer, so as an attempt to relieve their struggles hatched a plan to escape in the dead of night.
The escape!
It was calm during that specific night, the moon was fully out on that specific occasion, something which the boy would often marvel at instead of getting the rest he so loved to get, it was often on one of those full moon nights that the boy would pray that he would be free from the control of those freaks, however, three years down the line, the boys trust in god had diminished until finally, “There is no god…there can’t be!”, those words were bellowed by the boy under the pale moonlight, on the very night that the children had executed their plans to escape too no less.
“We’ll wait until the guards leave this specific sector, and after that we’ll stow aboard the first ship that goes out for supplies…they won’t notice us if we hide deep in the hull, although, the moment the guards aren’t there will be brief, so we’re going to have to run very fast!!!!”, Exclaimed the blond, although using his inside voice too, ending his words in a sort of a hissy manner, so that the others may not be able to hear them at all.
“Oh…so you you’re going to try and leave?” Uttered a cracked voice in the distance
The blond and his crew glanced towards were the voice was coming from, hoping that it wasn’t a guard who had said that, and would you know it, it wasn’t, instead, it was merely a man who appeared to be nice, although nothing was for sure.
“…Yeah old man, we can’t take this anymore…we all want to see our parents again…” Whimpered the boy, this being the first time he had ever come close to tears whilst speaking to an adult in a long time, as not even the torture provided by the guards and Elkar could cause him to cry.
“Ha-ha…I see, and would you stop calling me old? I’m only 43-“
“Ooooollllllddddd”, Whispered the entire crew in precision as he was about to finish, leading the middle aged man to whisper/shout that he isn’t at all old.
“Anyway, if you want to go home, I understand completely, however, it is going to be incredibly hard for you to go with all those guards after you…theres no point, you’ll get caught, and you’ll be punished severely too…that’s something I don’t want to see if I can help it” Muttered the man, coming through as a caring individual after all
“…I’m sorry, but we must go!” bellowed the blond, running outside the trench after noticing that the guard had left the vicinity.
They all scurried along, trying to find the docks as quickly as possible, before any of the guards noticed that they were gone. It wasn’t long before they had managed to find the docks, but felt it was necessary to hide behind a huge boulder to make sure if there were any guards present, to which, sadly there were. Meanwhile, back at the trench…
Mysterious Aid
“Those kids are very brave…so brave, that I think I’ll help them out” Spoke the middle aged man, barely managing to stand up then pacing himself towards the direction of the children, only to be warned by a guard, wielding a long sword, threatening him with death should he take another step.
“Stop…If you go any further, I’ll kill you right here you scum!” bellowed the uniformed guard, who was indeed wielding a long sword, his cry managing to startle a few of the other slaves, however not quite reaching the other guards.
“I see…you know…the only reason I didn’t bother escaping before, was to make sure…that no one died so long as I was here…if you dare make me fight you, I won’t show mercy” Smiled the man, quite heroically at that, not once turning around to face his potential killer.
“You sure talk a lot, I think I’ll punish you personally”, Spoke the guard, taking a few steps further as he did so, until he broke into a sprint and attempted to slash at the man, trying to render him incapacitated. The slave saw this and immediately extended his left hand, grabbing the guard by the collar then throwing him over him, causing him to plummet into one of the other trenches, to which he fell on his own sword, and was left to his own demise.
“Time to help out those kids…” Muttered the man, as he paced himself towards the docks, but not before telling the other slaves to hide the body and to pretend as though nothing had happened, to which they complied.
The children had managed to stow away onto the ship after noticing that the guards weren’t there, and managed to hide themselves in a few barrels, however, they could hear faint cries from what sounded like the guards, it looked as though they had found out that they had escaped, it wouldn’t be long before they discover them on the ship…what if they were caught? Would they be killed? Or worse, another session with Elkar, one of the kids started sobbing at the mere thought of it, which prompted the blond, who was hiding in the barrel to the right, to tell them that it’ll be fine, and that it was probably something else.
It turns out that it wasn’t something else, and the guards really had figured out that they had ran away, however, none of the guards were on any of the ships, so they couldn’t stop them straight away, but they did try and make their way back to the ship, to search for them, just in case they didn’t try and stow away to reach civilization. Upon reaching the docks, they did find the one ship that was still at the docks, so automatically assumed that the children would be there. The children could hear bellows of rage from not far away, at this point even the blond knew that they were on to his little scheme, and they would have charged right into the ship too…if it wasn’t for one man who stood in the docks, anticipating their arrival.
“I’ve been waiting for you, guards”, Bellowed the middle aged man, his long blond hair was fluttering against the powerful winds that was present that night.
The guards said nothing, but knew that this one slave would not let them past, and instead of telling him to leave, attempted to kill him by throwing one spear at him, although this was fruitless as the man merely caught it and used it to slice through the ropes that held the ship to the docks.
“You fool!” Cried one guard
“What are you doing” Cried another
The man merely ignored them, giving off a confident smirk before bellowing towards the ship “KIDS! Its up to you now…steer the ship…to your home!”
The man glared at the guards, to make sure that they wouldn’t pull anything stupid, to which they did, pulling out their magical pistols; they attempted to stop the ship, however, the man erupted into a blaze of magic, his palms igniting with fire, whilst bellowing that he wouldn’t let them destroy their hope! With his fists ablaze, he charged at the guards, which led the battle to erupt into a blazing inferno, with the man managing to remain the victor. However, just as he was about to claim victory, many more guards caught wind of the battle and joined the fray.
The children did hear the man, and with that left the barrels and went to the top deck, seeing an epic battle ensue between the man who revealed himself to be a fire mage, against several armed guards, all wielding magic pistols. The children all cried as they thanked the man as the ship was drifting away, making the man become less and less visible, although, just visible enough to see him wave briefly before returning to the fight. It was only a few moments until the blond decided to take the wheel and steer from then on. The children would never forget the brave man that fought for their freedom, never at all; however, they did regret not knowing his name.
The sea!
It had been roughly a day since they had sailed away from that god forsaken place, all six of them who were identified as Curly, Spanner, Darwin, Enma, Gary and the one known as 268. Come to think of it, it appeared that the blond had in fact forgotten his real name, which was sort of weird as he was 5 at the time of his abduction, making things much more mysterious…all his friends knew their birth names, so why couldn’t he? In the end the lot of them were all quite cheerful, they had successfully escaped from that stupid cult that involved using them as slaves, although, they could only hope that they could have taken the other slaves with them, however, they knew that should they have brought the rest of the slaves, it would have only raised too much suspicion and lead them to be captured.
The cool salted mist filled the air of every individual aboard that vessel, soothing them as they had come to terms with the fact that they had escaped, this was indeed the wonder that is the sea! The vast azure was like a blanket that stretched out as far as the eye could see, truly breath taking.
That night wasn’t like any ordinary nights, it was raining heavily, and more than likely lightning would be around the corner, no, this wasn’t a drizzle, this was a full out storm, one of the likes which the children have never faced before, the raging tides was crashing against the sides of the ship, with the wooden vessel barely being able to survive the first few smashes. It was in that instance that the children knew that the ship wouldn’t be able to take much more punishment, and what’s worse, the storm didn’t look like it was going to let up anytime soon.
The boy, knowing that things were getting worse and worse by the second, realized that any attempts to try and steer the ship forward would have been fruitless and they would have all died in the process. The boy, running out of ideas, decided to call the rest of the group, and huddled with them in the middle of the ship, clinging to each other as tightly as possible, but not before tying themselves to the ship, so that they wouldn’t lose each other should the ship break apart.
The ship did indeed break, with water flooding in; it was over in an instant, like a flash. The boy was already under water by that time, everything was fading, fading, until it was dark, and he couldn’t feel the ropes restrain him, maybe the ropes came loose on their own? Nobody knew. He could hear the aqua around him, and he could feel his body drifting slowly, it seemed that the tides were still crashing against each other. The boy opened his eyes, only to find what seemed like a wet abyss. He managed to muster enough strength to swim his way up, and to his luck, found a large piece of the ship adrift atop the water, prompting him to desperately cling onto it and pull his small body onto it as much as he could, until only his legs were dangling underneath. It was fairly certain that the boy would not survive this, being in the middle of the raging sea, on nothing but a thin piece of wood that once belonged to the large ship he and his friends sailed on. Ah that’s right, the blonds friends were no where to be found, although the blond did use the last of his energy to try and search for them, to see if there were any tiny hands bobbing out of the water, but, there was none, and with that, the blond finally closed his eyes.
Alone again
The sun was beaming down harshly on the ground, so harshly that it managed to wake up a certain individual. His vision was blurry at first, until he spent a moment or two rubbing his eyes. This individual was in fact the boy who had long since given up any hope of survival due to the severity of the situation. It wasn’t long before the blond had come to terms with what had really happened, his ship was gone, although it seemed that a piece of it had traveled with him, perhaps it was this dank piece of wood that had saved his life, although he couldn’t quite recall what had happened. It only took a brief moment to finally realize that something was terribly wrong…he was here, but his friends…were no where in sight!
The boy quickly got to his feet and scurried around the baked landscape, trying to find them, but to no avail, he spent roughly an hour on end to try and find any clues to their whereabouts, however none was found. Harsh thoughts of what could have happened to his friends struck his mind like a bullet, and the pain lingered for what seemed like an eternity. In a frantic cry for help, the boy screamed to the high heavens, tears flooding down the sides of his face like a monsoon.
“Why…why me?”
“WHY?!”
The boy dropped onto the sand, with the tears still dripping down. In anger the boy plowed his fist into the hard sand, whilst muttering “Why couldn’t I be with them..?”
“It seems that you are quite troubled”, spoke a voice in the distance
The boy darted up in an instant, and then tilted his head to see who could have possibly said that, but what he saw was nothing he could have fathomed. It was in fact a man dressed in all white, being quite tall, and sporting black hair, with a serene smile on his face. This indeed angered the boy, how could he smile after all the boy had to go through? Although the man didn’t know what had happened, but the boy didn’t care, he wanted to vent out his rage and who better to be the recipient of that anger than the man who was so fond of smiling. The boy darted towards him, roaring in anger as he did so; however, what the man did next couldn’t have been foreseen by anybody. The man opened up his arms, and gently entrapped the boy, which in itself froze the boy, although, it wasn’t an entrapment, it was a hug.
“You have been through a lot, I’m sorry, but I’ll help you from now on”
The boy didn’t know what to think, however, this had been the first full body hug he had been given since his mother, all those years ago, it was so nostalgic, his body was indeed warm, and with that he had come to accept the hug without much resistance. It turned out the man was actually a bishop for the church not too far from their current location, and asked if the boy wished to be taken there, to which he hesitantly accepted…it was there that his life would change…forever.
Church life begins
The boy was taken to the church situated in Magnolia town, oh such a nostalgic place to be in, he couldn’t really believe it, he had finally returned to the town where it had all started, his birth place, although, he was unsure as to whether his parents even still resided in this beautiful town, and didn’t quite think of going to find out.
It turned out that the man who had taken him to the church was known as Bastien, who was not just any old bishop, but in fact the assistant arch bishop of the entire church of magnolia. This at first didn’t really bother the blond, as all he wanted was a warm shelter, food and new clothes, seeing as his common rags were deemed unsightly in magnolia.
At first the blond was cold to most of the residents of the church, even Bastien, the one who had rescued him. This cold attitude stemmed from how the guards at that awful place treated him, as well the fact that he couldn’t protect his own friends, so found himself unworthy to have anymore. The blond had originally intended to just stay at the church for a few days to regain his strength, so that he could have an adventure of his own, and possibly try and find his friends, to which he still had a little glimmer of hope as to them being alive. The boy would have left in a few days had it not been for Bastien preventing him from doing so, telling him that he should stay at the church, to which the blond was somehow persuaded.
About two weeks into staying at the church, Bastien had decided to teach the boy about the church, as well as its beliefs, hopes, scriptures, and within a few more weeks, the blond had become proficient in reciting the teachings of the church. In those few weeks, the nameless boy had opened up to a few people, as well as Bastien, to whom he started calling ‘father’, in a religious sense.
Test!
In only half a year, the blond was allowed to take the church test in order to become a full fledged bishop, a test which would normally take a person of his age three years to even attempt, however, Bastien had very high hopes for the lad, and saw him through early, it was very clear that the man viewed the blond as his own son, with the blond feeling a fatherly spark in Bastien as well. The test was separated into three parts, a written test, a test to see how well one can control their magic, and a third test that changed each year, although, this didn’t deter the boy at all, being the hot head that he was, he burst into the exam room, his face full of promise and confidence. The written section wasn’t at all difficult, believing him self to have aced it quite easily, however, it only got harder from there. The boy was by himself, with merely a ball placed next to him. This ball would depict his prowess with magic, it requires the user to fill it with magical energy so that it may hover, too much magical energy would cause the ball to shoot out of control around the entire room, where as not enough energy would cause it to stay limp and unmoved completely. The boy, grasping it with both hands, concentrated, with his entire being illuminating into a bright blue color, something which he had been taught a few months ago.
Suddenly, the ball began to spark up with life, changing from its black husk to an illuminated blue orb of wonder, immediately floating aloft the boys hands, the boy was surely concentrating with all his heart, managing to keep it hovering without losing control over it…it would seem that he aced this section too. Ah at long last, the final section…one which is quite terrifying in itself, as it was rumored to believe that some individuals were scarred for life because of this section alone. What made this section so dangerous and inconsistent is the fact that it changes dependant on the person. If the person has darkness in his heart, he is forced to fight a menacing beast, where as if he has none, he will have to sing or anything else of that joyous nature, however, curiosity struck when it was the boys turn to undergo this section. What lied next to him was not exactly a beast, but was not an instrument either. It was a tall staff, with a bladed tip, a scythe? This scythe wasn’t ordinary in the least, for one, it was perfectly straight, despite the large blade clearly causing a normal scythe to fall off balance, however, that wasn’t all, this scythe was illuminating in an ominous black color, as if it was darkness itself.
The Ghost appears…
The boy froze for a moment, and upon closely listening in, could hear small cackles of laughter, not at all making stepping closer to the thing any more inviting, however, he did step forward, despite the bad signs being painfully obvious to him. Upon striding closer and closer to the weapon and symbol of death, the boy could feel that the cackles of laughter were getting louder and louder, until finally, it stopped all together. Out of nowhere! A mist of black energy formed near the scythe, taking a few minutes or so to reach some sort of shape, with the cackles of laughter returning to a much deeper pitch. The cloud had formed, and the blond wished it didn’t, because what was staring him, if it eyes, was a skeleton! Yes, a dark skeleton, cloaked in black garbs. This skeleton surely looked intimidating, however, despite that, the skeleton did stop cackling, which was a prime factor in sending shivers down his spine, but, despite being terrified, the blond kept his guise of staying head strong, at least in front of whatever that was.
“Do you wish to seek the ability to protect others…?” Boomed the skeletal structure, without his jaws moving at all, things were certainly getting creepier and creepier.
The blond was scared out of his mind at this point. However, managed to come to his senses in order to let out a majestic ‘yes’, to which the skeletal figure seemed to be unfazed, although began cackling for a second or two, commending his bravery to even stand as close as he was. The skeletal figure seemed to be amused slightly, however, in a blink of an eye, he was standing inches away from him, like that of a ghost, this scared the blond to the point where he could not even move, a state of shock as it were. The thing pulled out his bony fingers and pressed it against the boys head, whilst incanting something which he was pretty sure was not English, though didn’t really care too much to bother translating. Whilst this was happening, the blond could feel a searing pain on the back of his hand, as if someone was cutting at it with a hot knife…the pain was unbearable, but did fade after a few seconds. The skeleton withdrew his hand, and pulled back to where the scythe was, making a small gesture to cause the scythe to fling itself towards him as if he was the epicenter of gravity. With the scythe In his cold bony fingers, he plunged it into the boys stomach, though at such a speed that the boy couldn’t even feel it at first, however, it only took a brief moment for his body to come to terms with what just happened. In a cry of pain, the boy jumped back, and landed with a thud, using both of his hands to grasp onto his mortally wounded body, warm red liquid flowed out from the boys’ body, almost instantly.
This continued for another minute or so, until the boy stood up again, the wound disappearing, and the large puddle of blood dissipating. Just what had happened? The blond patted his hands against his stomach, to see if there was any tricks to it, hell, even the blood that once drenched his hands and stained his clothes were gone, as if it was a terrible nightmare.
“I have given you my power…”, Bellowed the skeleton ominously
“Go forth, Zehel…pass down judgment on those who deserve it…”
The blond couldn’t quite decipher what he meant by that, and was further baffled by the Skeleton calling him something weird like Zehel, however, the mentioning of that name had struck several bells in his mind, he was absolutely certain he had heard that name before, ah! But of course, it was the name of one of the seven protectors of the church, the 7 ghosts of Veloren! Could it have been? That ghost which was standing opposite the boy…could he have been one of those ghosts?
Before the blond could ask, the ghost dissipated in a flash of black energy, parting with the words “You are never alone”, things were getting stranger and stranger, however, the departure of the ancient spirit meant that he could leave, and leave he did, sprinting across the room to the exit, a door that only those who have defeated the challenge of the room could go through. Without much surprise, the door opened, it turned out that the meeting with that thing was the challenge after all.
Of course, Bastien was the first face he saw after walking through that door, with a soft smile on his face, instantly congratulating the boy on his success, and reminding him that with all that done, he was a Bishop. This sent a warm vibe to the very core of the boys being, however, it was put to a harsh stop after he had remembered all that which had occurred in the room, and with no time to spare, told Bastien all about it, causing him to have a quite concerned look on his face, after which grabbing his hand without warning, then peering at the back of it, noticing a strange mark and proving the theory he had panned out in his mind.
Training and Departure!
The experienced assistant arch bishop explained to the boy that he had a chance encounter, one of which has only ever occurred once every hundred generations, also informing him that the skeleton he had encountered was in fact the real deal, and that it seemed that he had passed down the torch to the boy. He informed him that he had been bestowed the magic of the seven ghosts of Veloren, and as such should be known as the person who gave it to him, which came about why he is known as ‘Zehel’.
Over the next five years, the blond and Bastien trained vigorously in various arts, whether it be hand to hand combat, swordsmanship, or mastering how to wield and use his scythe, which in itself took a year to materialize properly. Truly the magic bestowed upon him would either bring great travesty, or hold the candle for hope everywhere. It had been five years, and the blond seemingly grew up quite well during that time, becoming just as tall as his mentor, although after all that time, couldn’t quite believe that a mere bishop knew how to fight as well as he did, it almost scared him to be frank. It was then and there that the mentor who he grew to love and gladly call his own father revealed to himself that he was another mage possessing that power, however his name was ‘Fest’, the Ghost which ties together the souls of living beings. At first the blond couldn’t believe it, however came to a realization as it made great sense as to how he boasted so much power, although, his clarification by showing him the mark on his own hand was good evidence too.
After two more years of honing his skills, Both the blond and the Now archbishop felt that it was time for him to depart, so that he may use his abilities to help those truly in need, something which he would not have been able to do should he be confined to the church, although, despite this, The boy thanked Bastien for everything, and rekindling his love and belief in god, knowing that had he not shown up all those years ago, the boy would have certainly led a path of evil, and with that, departed on his own adventure, and to pursue his calling, for he was ‘Zehel’.
Weaponry/Equipment:
D rank Saber (Sword): Zehel is in possession of a fairly sharp Saber, with a black leather hilt and silver steel cross guard. The blade itself was silver in color, made of steel, and roughly 90 cm, with a sharp straight point at the end. As a D rank weapon, the sword itself is not too durable and can only take so much damage before shattering. Despite it not being too durable, it is still sharp enough to injure or possibly kill opponents should they leave themselves open for attack. The sword is usually rested into a D rank sheath, and attached to the side of the Blonds waist, matching the sword in terms of its black color scheme.
D rank Rucksack: The blond carries a small rucksack capable of carrying random items that he would often need, such as food, water, or his blue coat. This rucksack was made of linen, being quite durable, being black in color, just the way ne liked it
Stats - 57 Strength: 15 Accuracy: 10 Stamina: 10 Speed: 10 Magic: 12
Stat Points Earned: 0/12 Arc Points Earned: 0/0 Jewels Earned: 5,600,000/5,600,000
Sources: November Birthday Appreciation - 10 SP & 10,000,000 Jewels Limits! - 1 SP & 200,000 Jewels I walk alone - 1 SP & 300,000 Jewels
Skills & Disciplines:
Martial Arts Expert: During his unorthodox training under his mentor, Bastien, The blond had learned and honed his skills with marital arts, capable of dealing decisive strikes to either immobilize his opponent, or administer powerful throws to quickly subdue them
Passive Flow: Is one of the types of Martial Arts which the boy had come to understand and apply, this form of Martial arts uses the force of his opponents and use that against him, instead of directly striking them down, he uses the force of his opponents attacks and redirects them, ending by throwing them or getting them into a specific hold, often used as a defensive measure.
Keen Intellect and observation: Through the boys’ unorthodox training, he had come to the point where he would note everything in his immediate vicinity, and deduce possible tactics. His constant spars with Bastien made it so that he needed to be cunning in order to survive, and as such has grown adept to thinking under pressure.
Scythe Mastery: His years of practicing with his Scythe of Zehel had come to the point where he would be able to decisively use it in battle, using the blade for finishing strikes and the staff to knock them out. His use of a scythe is very impressive, being able to use hand play to throw off the opponents deduction as to where the attack would come from, either the bladed end or the blunt staff. The blond is known to unorthodoxly use his weapon to pierce into things in order to provide support should he be falling. All in all the boy is capable of wielding the scythe with deadly precision
Swordsmanship: The Blond is in fact proficient in wielding a sword, being able to fend himself quite well against other armed foes and make sharp strikes to falter his opponents, or perhaps even harm them, if he isn’t too careful. If the blond was to fight a weaker opponent, he would more than likely use the hilt of the sword to administer attacks, rather than use the blade itself, using it to perform powerful blunt strikes that could very well incapacitate people temporarily.
Magic Name: 7 Ghosts of Veloren Magic Type: Soul/Ghost Magic Tier of Magic: T1 Rank: 2 Magic Description: After accepting the deal given to him by a ghostly figure in black, The blond had been cursed ever since, cursed to bear the Seal of Zehel on the back of his hand, oh but a simple mark on his body was not the only thing he was bound to do. The boy was to forever send the wandering souls to either Heaven or Hell or, send them a third domain...the inside of the boy! Using this lost magic, the boy is capable of wielding the scythe of zehel, and control souls in many different ways, such as use them to attack his opponents, whether it be simple attacks such as a punch, or an explosion. The scythe is primarily used for melee combat, however it also possesses supernatural properties, being able to cut through wandering souls and either send them away, or destroy them, depending on the rank of the weapon.
This magic allows the blond to see spirits, to which the blond was surprised that so many spirits could roam in open space, rooms people often pass off as empty are in fact cluttered with souls, some more than others, but what the blond really understood, was that he will never ever be alone, even if he wants to be.
His Seal of Zehel isn't just for show, it is like his 'Identification' as one of the ghosts which brings balance to the designation of souls, and as such, souls are naturally attracted to the boy, often conversing with him about idle matters, or personally asking to be sent away. Later on, the boy will be able to control many souls at once, using them to overwhelm his opponents. He is capable of binding the bodies of his opponents using threads out of wandering souls.
Techniques: 2/3
Scythe Of Zehel - 1 Type: Offensive Range: The scythe is 170 cm in length, with the blade being 69 cm and curved, with a sharp point at the end. At rank one, the scythe isn't at all defined, appearing to be neon black in color, easily being identified as being made using magic, and even so, the shaft is often rough, with some trickles of magic jutting out to show its imperfection.
Effect: At this rank, the weapon would be a normal D rank scythe, capable of cutting normal individuals, but at the same time being quite brittle to attacks of rank 3 and higher, being capable of taking quite a few hits from rank 1+ attacks. This scythe isn't an ordinary weapon however, at this rank, it is used to harvest wandering souls, and send them to either heaven, hell. This ability should not be confused with being able to destroy the souls of those currently living, Zehel is only capable of sending/destroying WANDERING souls that have long since died, However, at this rank, he is unable to destroy wandering souls, but is capable of sending them away to either heaven or hell.
This specific spell has the passive ability to allow its user to see souls as if they were a visible person, although the souls generally seen are small puffs of energy, however, exceedingly powerful souls can take on the form of their previous body, with a ghostly tint around their person to better notice them as souls and not living people, however, in later ranks, the user is capable of sensing nearby souls instead of having to look at them. The weapon can remain materialized for two turns, and has a cool down of two turns
Soul Flash - 1 Type: Offensive Range: 10m Effect: The boy uses his magic in order to muster up a small ball of white energy. The ball of energy appears in the palm of his hands, and when aiming to shoot it towards something, he needs to pull his arm back, then thrust his arm forward in order to release it. At rank one, the attack would be fairly weak, perhaps only slightly hurting it, like a tiny sting, however, the glimmer of light used for the attack could possibly blind the opponent for an instant. The size of the attack at this rank would be slightly larger in radius to that of an average golf ball, and the attack is instant, lasting the post it was shot in, followed by a one turn cooldown. To clarify, Soul Flash is not to be mistaken for an elemental attack, as it is merely magical energy in the form of a sphere, it merely shines brightly as magical energy has a tendency to do so.
Edited by Snow, Nov 21 2011, 01:30 AM.
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