Reila
Name: Adela Ciaccio
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Nationality: Tealia
Class: Tealian Forces Lieutenant
Mahstion Type: Dation
Weapon Class: Mahstion Gun
Appearance: Over the years, Adela's teal hair has darkened to become more of a dark viridian-cyan shade, while her eyes still retain their original languid lavender color. Though her darkened hair color is considerably noticeable, the feature that any veteran Tealian Soldier from the days of her youth would notice first hand, is the serious expression that Adela is constantly wearing. Her sharp eyes no longer glitter with cheer and one can tell that the young girl who was once a prankster and clown has become a responsible and cold person who lives for rules and principles. Adela's hair has been grown out longer, and she no longer flips it out to the right, instead, lets it naturally curl slightly in, leaving a piece between her eyes so she can easily hide her expression. Her new attire matches her fresh need for order, as the palette consists entirely of gray tones. Her turtleneck dress is sleeveless, and the main portion is gray. The dress is buttoned up and down the front, six in total with three black buttons on either side, and this double breasted overwrap is white, outlined with the same shade of black as the round buttons. The dress has a ring of cloth, much like a belt loop, on the right waist, and there's a white gun holster strapped through the loop. The holster is worn and obviously treated in a very rough manner, holding the Adela's mahstion gun. The holster also has a small pocket on the inside, secured safely shut with a zipper, and the young girl gets awfully sore if anyone other than her tries to open it. Her old red bandanna is also tied to the same loop as the holster, and the white and gold designs are stained red from Rod's blood, which she failed to wash off. Adela wears a pair of tight charcoal colored leggings underneath her dress, though one might mistake them for tights, as she wears a pair of black knee high boots with a white tongue that stretches from the gray rubber toe to her knee. The boots have no laces, though they're designed to work with both laces and the zipper, the latter of which is the method Adela prefers to use to keep the boots on her feet. Though she wears nothing on her left arm, her right is covered entirely by a wrist warmer similar to her leggings and color and fabric. The wrist warmer reaches just up to her underarm, and the top stretches to cover most of her hand, leaving only her fingers visible. This extension is kept in place by a string that wraps around the base of her fingers. Adela's once childish figure is replaced with a slimmer, taller version, and though it obvious that she's matured in both mind and body, her mind has outstripped her body in the sense of maturing by a long shot.
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Personality: Once, Adela was a cheerful and mischievous girl, but no longer. Her strong sense of responsibility is matched with her need for law, organization, and prompt compliance with orders. Any sense of humor has long dissipated, but even though she’s serious, her personality still retains similar traits from her past. She is not a calm person, restless and impatient, and must always be kept busy, otherwise she becomes irritable. When she’s running errands and the such, she is moderately pleasant and easy to get along with, though she doesn’t often smile. However, when Adela is simply lounging around, she loses her temper easily, snapping at almost everything and anything. Much unlike her old self, who was lazy and hated doing work. She has a hard time conveying her feelings, such as sadness or pain from behind her well-practiced face of indifference. Easily annoyed by idle people, Adela cannot stand not feeling useful, or at the very least, not making other people useful. Thus, she tends to rub off as a bit bossy. Adela no longer overreacts to things, and instead tries to think of a logical way to solve a problem. Instead of being immature by playing pranks that cause physical pain, she instead speaks with blunt and thorny words to push away the people she dislikes. She is still an excellent actor, and can very easily formulate a completely different exterior, from blunt, to graceful, to childish. One thing is stable about her new personality, and that would be the fact that Adela, no matter what happens, does not cry. Not even fake tears come to her eyes anymore, and she resists any genuine ones that may prick her eyes with all her will-power. Adela is still spineless and cowardly, though with the improvement of her skills and fighting techniques, it’s harder to tell. She is defenseless against words though, and often harbors a hatred for talkative people as a consequence.
History: For all her life, Adela has been essentially independent. During her youngest years, her mother was busy with work, and her father was often in and out, disappearing for weeks on end and returning home for only hours before he left once again. At the age of six, Adela’s father stopped returning to the small home in Tealia entirely, leaving her alone in the house, as her mother, Commander Milo, opted to stay at the Tealian Base more often than not. Due to her invisible wings, she was often bullied as a child, accused of being an Underneather, and thus she was left both independent, and friendless. She fell back on her negafael, who would ease her lack of confidence as he posed as her plufael, having overpowered her plufael rather easily by feeding off Adela’s feelings of hatred and loneliness. Adela trained vigorously to get into the Tealian Army, to be able to show her mother her resentment towards her, to show the other kids that she was better than them. After the final battle with the apostles, Adela returned to Tealia, though did not go back to her home, that was essentially abandoned. She trained herself again, and waited an entire year for Reid, who was her arranged fiancé to return. Only after a year did someone finally realize that Adela was unaware that Reid was a deserter, and not planning on coming back ever. This news hit hard, and the crushed emotional state she was left in opened her eyes to how weak she was, relying on someone else for the hope to keep moving on.
Adela resolved to rely on nothing but permanent things, like herself and rules. She trained twice as hard so that when she next met Reid, she could capture him again. For five years, she toughened up enough to be promoted to Lieutenant, specializing in using her mahstion gun, and a type of fighting style that focused on speed and flexibility to help improve the usefulness of her mahstion gun. She has neglected to visit anyone from the apostle hunt during these five years, avoiding Faewyn, Alicel, Rosaline, and Aertan. Adela even shunned her old friend Shiraume, who was a piece of the apostle Villa, in an attempt to rid herself of a distasteful past. She has also avoided talking to her faels, and has not let her faels control her body at all, contributing to her goal of not needing anyone else to live normally.
Plufael
Name: Xaviae
Appearance: A strange sight to behold, Xaviae is similar to Jeckt only by the fact that they both share the same yellow eyes, though his are wide and curious, instead of the narrow calculating kind that adorns Jeckt's face. His skin is tanned, burnt from the sun which he can freely stand in. Depending on his mood, Xaviae's hair changes between three colors, white when he's beaten or sad, black when he's angry, and orange for any other mood. He rarely does much to tame his wavy hair, letting it hang between his eyes and around his ears. He never lets it grow any further than the base of his neck though, and keeps the pieces that hide parts of his face shorter than at least the tip of his nose. He wears a pair of baggy black pants, held up by a bright orange belt, and leaves two skinny yellow belts hanging across his waist, while on his torso is covered by bandages wrapped around his pectorals and part of his abdomen. While chained to the tree, the bandages seemed loose and were stained with blood, but now they're fitted neatly, and are free of blood stains. After being freed from the tree, Xaviae wears a white button up T-shirt, which he leaves un-buttoned. His arms, hands, and fingers are also bandaged, but the reason for that is unclear. Around his right wrist is the silver butterfly necklace, as he doesn't wear it around his neck due to the fact that Adela has never worn her necklace before.
Personality: Xaviae is honest to a fault, and even the most dimwitted person can tell when Xaviae is lying. He's rather clumsy, due to being strapped to the mother tree for years, and is somewhat insecure about his own power. But his competitive spirit against Jeckt is unrivaled, and courage is fueled without end whenever Xaviae feels as if he might be beaten at something by his "Greatest Nemesis". For the past five years, Xaviae has done little more than sit in front of Jeckt, who is currently the one chained to the tree, and watch the never ceasing sunlight reflect off the silver butterfly necklace that he took from Jeckt when it was deemed that he was the true plufael. Due to his lack of speech, he's grown to be slightly reclusive, and finds it difficult to speak to others comfortably. Xaviae particularly has trouble whenever Jeckt, who likes to watch Xaviae writhe helplessly, brings up the subject of Mistral, due to the fact that though Adela tries her best to ignore and forget Reid, he can't bring himself to do the same.
Negafael
Name: Jeckt
Appearance: A sickly sort of pale, Jeckt has truly, never been touched by sunlight. His body disappears, clothes and all, when light other than moonlight reaches him. His black hair, cut into smooth layers that frame his face hang in his chartreuse yellow feline eyes. His attire consists of a black mandarin collared sleeveless shirt, the silk fabric lined with gold and embroidered with gold thread. On the lower half of his body is a simple pair of loose-fitting trousers that are much too long for him, and not only drag on the floor, but bunch up at his heels as well. On his feet are a pair of silk slippers made in the same style as his shirt, and though human eyes cannot see them, he has an iron shackle on his right wrist, the sixth link of chain broken.
Personality: Jeckt seems to be the fael who caused Adela’s proficiency in acting, as he’s the master of deceit. Though it’s hard to tell, with his disarming kind smile and sleepy look that softens his sharp features, Jeckt is incredibly manipulative. He’ll do anything to everything to acquire what he wants, and is ruthless in the way he does it. Sadistic, he enjoys taunting Adela’s plufael, Xaviae, as his calm and even attitude rival Xaviae’s easily infuriated personality. Though he does relish the rare moments when he and Xaviae have the same goal, he prefers the times when he’s in control of Adela, looking down on the plufael.
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Reila
Name: Lazarus (Lazus) Emidio Javor
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Nationality: Gregar
Class: Scholar
Mahstion Type: Specialized Eation, Plants
Weapon Class: What may be called a homing pendulum, this weapon is basically a shard of crystal attatched to the end of a thin, hollowed wire, wrapped up inside a metal arm guard with pointed scales overlapping each other. Much like the skin of a dragon, the arm guard acts like a shield and a weapon. Lazarus can control the path of the wire and crystal by using his Eation magic, and filling up the hollow space inside the wire with the finest grains of sand, can use the thin wire like a cutting device if he must. He leaves a grain of sand upon people he considers important, (normally behind their earlobe) so that he can find them by searching for his mahstion signature. This ability fails however, if there are too many marked people in the vicinity. The downside of this weapon however, is that if Lazarus is faced against a large opponent, the small and pathetic wire and crystal can do virtually nothing, and Lazarus is forced to fall back onto his mahstion. Lazarus cannot use his specialized Eation without the crystal shard, as he uses it as a channeling type of device, and without it he falls back onto plain Eation that is considerably weaker due to his lack of experience with using plain earth.
(I'd compare it to a mixture between Loz's electric thing in FFVII; AC, and Lyzerg's oversoul in Shaman King, if you've seen both of the series.)
Appearance: Charcoal hair, the wispy pieces standing on edge in the back and hanging between a pair of steely gray eyes that have unaturally small pupils. These are the main features that many come to notice first of Lazarus. But then again, it's not unnatural for Lazarus to attract attention, even if the way he looks and dresses seems rather normal compared to others. He simply has a flair for standing out in an undescribable manner. It may be his kind gaze that over comes the cold of his eyes, or his sleepy look that seems to never focus on anything at all. He has soft features, along with extremely pale skin, thanks to his habit of shutting himself up and reading reports and fables for weeks on end. His eyes are sometimes hidden behind a pair of silver rimmed glasses, which he uses for reading. His clothes may change in color, but never in style. His basic clothing consists of a thin sleeveless shirt, with a high pointed collar and split coat-tails, that are found in both front and back. The front is held together by criss-crossing black laces, though he leaves the top two laces undone, exposing two inches of blinding white skin below his collarbone, and on the upper back of every one of these identical tops is the imprint of a small heart, outlined in black. On his right shoulder is a tattoo of a wing, one that looks nothing like his fragile and thin wings. It resembles the pointed arc designs on the legs of his gray pants, and where the wing should connect to a person's back, it connects instead to what is an unmistakeable skeleton key. Both this tattoo and the silver ring he wears upon his left forefinger have an important meaning to him, and the meaning is written in one of the seven diaries he keeps scattered in the care of other scholars. Upon Lazarus' feet are shoes that are the exact shade of his pants, and have the continuation of the wing patterns on his legs etched into the shiny leather-like material. He straps his homing pendulum and arm-guard upon his right forearm with five black belts that appear out of the edges of the arm guard.
His wings are similar to those of an
may bug, transparent, but with obvious black veins that look somewhat waxy. Their span is only about as long as his legs, and they spend more time healing, rather than flying, since holes are constantly being blown through the delicate wings, because unfortunately, Lazarus doesn't have the same shell protection as a real may bug.
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Personality: Lazarus is often trying to cover up his childish attitude with a mask of calm. But this caring persona of his is easily betrayed, as Lazarus becomes excited over almost everything and anything. His excitement is countered oftentimes by his shy demeanor, and he has difficulties putting his thoughts into words, even though he’s read the dictionary many times through. Lazarus’ sentences often seem clumsily thrown together, and he has a tendency to rush through what he’s trying to say, to avoid keeping the spotlight on himself for too long. Of course, this is all when he’s pumped up over something, and even though this is far from a rare occurance, his other, level-headed way of doing things will usually help him cover up any embarrassing things he manages to do with his innocent curiousity. As such, Lazarus has much of a split personality, one that is serious and pleasant, another that is rather hyper and foolish. But even with all the knowledge he soaks up, he finds a way to be as gullible as the 3-year-old toddler in his positive persona, and can’t lie to save his life.
History: The son of a librarian, Lazarus was overexposed to books as a young child, growing up surrounded by them, living in the presence of what seemed like a never ending pool of knowledge. As any average boy, his hero was his father. Even if his father wasn’t exactly strong, or fast, he was intellectual. So Lazarus assumed that his Father knew everything there was to know, naïve as he was. In order to catch up, Lazarus picked up his own studies and moved at a pace that was strangely fast for someone his age. But it wasn’t speed that was his forte, it was that he read every sentence for understanding, and never grew impatient with text printed onto paper. The only text he disliked reading was the daily newspaper, simply because it contained articles that Lazarus considered ‘too close to the present’. So he would save the newspapers after his father was finished, and read them a week or two later. A true historian of a child, he became interested in methods of battle, healing, and learning of ancient peoples. He spent half of his life trying to learn a strange sort of martial art that required a very flexible and supple body, and ended up dropping it halfway through his studies because he became interested in specialized mahstion. He learned this at the age of 11, having been reading reports of other scholars and researchers, and was terribly interested in being able to specialize his Eation. Lazarus could care less that his ability to control just plain earth would be lessened, but truth be told, his reason to learn this specialized Eation was far from scholarly.
Lazarus reasoned that because plants were also considered living beings, if he could control their growth rate, whether they died or lived, where they grew, where they didn’t grow, that would be the closest to controlling life as he could possibly get. He started off by trying to learn how to make roses grow. Red, red roses with impeccable fragrance. And though he managed to make the reddest rose he’d ever seen, the smell was non-existant. Though he managed to make the sweetest smelling rose he’d ever smelt, the petals were a poor shriveled gray color. His obsession with growing roses helped him specialize his mahstion, as his deceased mother had kept an extensive rose garden in front of the library owned by the Javor’s. As time went on and Lazarus grew older, he became more accustomed to settling for a mediocre smell, and a mediocre appearance of roses. He never used his specialized mahstion on the roses left behind by his mother, though grew weeping willows in experiment to see whether he could decide which way the branches bent. During his stay at a church in Carn, to read historical journals kept by the Svartel Family, Lazarus became acquainted with a young girl who was searching for the last Svartel. Though Lazarus didn’t know the whereabouts of this man, he and the girl looked up every last bit of the family’s history they could find, all that was publicized anyway. Lazarus paused in his studies, returning home to study an entirely different aspect of knowledge; Medicine. Not ancient medicine, but modern medicine. He wanted to know what he could grow to make powders, liquids, antidotes, and other medicinal concoctions, while at the same time picking up his studies of the ancient martial art that he’d dropped for specialized mahstion in the past. (To keep fit, since he’s constantly cooped up in his greenhouse.)
Plufael
Name: Hyacinth
Appearance: Hyacinth bears long, dark lavender-grayish hair with straight bangs brushed away from her eyes, the long cut of her hair pulled up into two high and curled pigtails, giving her a lady-like appearance to compliment her frilly attire. A small black corset is worn over a white, high-collared blouse lined with intricate frills and pleats though blouse’s short sleeves are covered by black Juliet sleeves. Her knee-length black skirt is lined with white petticoats to add volume, and a pair of black mary-janes adorn her feet. In many ways, she looks like a porcelin doll, just the opposite of how Orcha looks like a voodoo doll. To add to Hyacinth's doll-like appearance, her skin is glossy, and pale enough so that it looks almost white. Her eyes though, are pupil-less, and are simply a flat royal purple color. Her nails are painted the exact same shade as her dark eyes, and she wears an assortment of black rings on her fingers. Pinned to the upper left hand surface of her plasticky purple hair is a black mini-top hat, with a carnation sewed to the crease between the rim and body of the hat, while the rim is lined with white lace and frills. She wears a large silver pocket watch that hangs from her waist, and a collar with a bow-tie ribbon tightening it in place as a necklace. The pocket watch has a bouquet of flowers imprinted into the silver, though the silver is obviously old and tarnished, so it has become difficult to distinguish exactly what it is. She carries a light purple parasol that is lined with lace and has a black hook handle.
Not an accurate representation, but close.
Personality: Peaceful and calm, Hyacinth acts much like an older sister to Lazarus. Though she is normally rational and indifferent, she gets competitive when it comes to Orcha. Though it seems that even when Hyacinth is angry, the most that one can provoke her to is a furrowed brow and a small frown. She rarely raises her voice above a soft tone, and always seems as if she doesn't understand, or doesn't register what's going on around her, due to her pupil-less eyes and blank stare. The purple-haired plufael is slow with words and actions, a trait that seems to bother the impatient and brash Orcha. She rarely steps in to take a hit for Lazarus, and often leaves that duty to Orcha, simply because she doesn't want to soil her dress with blood or anything of the sort. It is assumed that the only thing that can set off her fuse is the very reason she won't defend her reila; because getting dirty is absolutely out of the question.
Negafael
Name: Orcha
Appearance: Orcha is completely unmistakeable, with wild myrtle colored forestry that serves as her hair, the thin leaf that sprouts from her widow's peak and stands alert on her head and the matching leaf that conceals her left eye. Matching this with her heavily tanned skin, she's quite the eye-catcher, even for a Negafael. While her lime green eyes share the same small pupils as her reila, she sports strange black tattoo's all around her eye that outline it. Though they leave some of the skin around her lower eyelid visible, the ink covers her entire upper lid, acting as a sort of eyeshadow of sorts, tapering as it moves toward her pointed ears. The ink extends up past her black eyebrows from the middle in a triangular shape, the smallest point of the isoceles just barely touching with the stem of a maple leaf. (Part of her 'hair'.) A similar triangle is also etched upside down on her cheek, an extension of the tattoo that outlines the bags of her eyes, (making her look as though she hasn't slept for ages,) though the triangle smaller in size. These tattoos, along with the Second Heptagram Star etched onto her back and surrounding her left, though concealed eye, makes her look as though she's wearing make-up similar to that of a clown. Her thin lips are tattooed with black ink, so that it looks as if she's wearing lip-stick, and these lips are usually stretched into a sadistic grin, or contorted into some kind of strange shape. A tube-top dress made of layered maple leaves covers her body, the skirt reaching only just above her mid-thigh. Though Orcha already looks like a monster, what with her tattoo's, she adds to the freakish look with thorny tattoo's of ivy crawling up and down her mostly exposed legs, while her right arm is obviously not her own. The skin is a deathly gray, and there are huge and unsightly stitches that keep the arm attatched to her shoulder. She has various other stitches upon her body, though the other stitches seem to serve no purpose but to make her appear even creepier. She wears no shoes, nor any accessories, save for a single silver earring on the very end of her elf-like ears. Her build can most certainly be described as curvy, and Orcha has no qualms with using this to her advantage.
Personality: Sadistic and ruthless, Orcha loves her position as negafael, and uses it as an excuse to do whatever she wants, no matter how cruel it may be. She cares little for the existence or well being of others, only paying special attention to the fact that she must be entertained at all times. Luckily enough, there are only two things in the world that truly interest her; Battle and History. Seeing as Lazarus specializes in both, and is often either immersed in reading history reports, or training to learn a technique he's stumbled upon in his readings, Orcha is often satisfied to sit back and do little to nothing. Unlike more negafaels, who have a tendency to have little care for their reila, Orcha seems to obsess over Lazarus' well-being more than Hyacinth. Her violent tendencies seem to do more harm than good, and this often causes Orcha to become incredibly frustrated. Her short-fuse ignites both yelling and screaming, and a threatening, murderous intent, depending on the situation/victim. Orcha doesn't hesitate to groan about being bored like an immature child when she's unintertained however, and though strange, when she isn't arguing with Hyacinth over who gets to take care of Lazarus, she is moderately tolerant of the plufael. She's easily annoyed however, so moments of peace in Lazarus' mind are normally long, but few and far between.
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Reila
Name: Levi Pak-Jaquez (LEH-vie, Pack-JAH-kez)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Nationality: Tealia
Class: Thief / Outcast
Mahstion Type: Wionus
Weapon Class: The only weapons that Levi carries about on his person are a plethora of explosives, be they large scale bombs or little ones, they are all the same size, though have different shapes. As such, they are all stored in a brown leather pouch that’s knotted to his belt, much like a fanny pack. The pouch itself has multiple zippers on it, each zipper leading to a different color explosive. Other than his bombs though, Levi uses only his hands, feet, and mahstion to fight. Due to his wings, he specializes in speed and jumping, and thanks to his mahstion, he’s know to be able to “walk on air”, though the technique isn’t really what it implies.
Appearance: There are no wings on Levi’s back. That is the first thing anyone who sees him will realize. In fact, most people who scan Levi up and down with their eyes will never notice any wings at all. He is considered a ‘disabled’ or ‘handicapped’ person, as much like a child with a misplaced limb will be considered disabled, Levi’s wings were born on his ankles, rather than his back. The wings themselves are white, with a metallic sheen to them. They have sharp scales for feathers, arched out to end in a needle sharp point. They’re small enough to seem only like decorations on the sides of his boots, which are adorned with teal criss-crossing laces, though they can grow to the size of your average wings when Levi pushes the white button embedded on the side of his boots’ heels. This releases a growth hormone that causes the wings to grow powerful enough to beat once, and send Levi jumping to incredible heights. Levi’s pale ruby hair has always been extremely wavy, and though the boy tries to tame it by straightening his hair and spiking the coarse strands out. But his long bangs that hang in his eyes are rebellious, and always have hints of his naturally wavy hair style at the tips, a fact that never ceases to frustrate Levi. His essentially peach colored skin has a strange yellowish tint to it, as a result of an illness he’d suffered at birth due to his strangely located wings. But this sickly look is hard to notice depending on the lighting.
Levi is always wearing a pair of square, teal-rimmed goggles that have greenish-yellow lenses, and because he never takes them off except when he’s sleeping, (and even then, keeps them around his neck,) it’s hard to tell what color eyes he has. They appear to be a bright olive green when screened by his goggles, and though it hardly matches Levi’s personality, they consistently hold a sharp and criticizing gaze. On Levi’s torso is a long-sleeved mechanic’s shirt, matching the rims of his goggles in color, and the left chest pocket has white wavy designs that adorn the flap. He often rolls up the sleeves to keep them out of his way, and wears a pair of simple, brown fingerless gloves on both hands. Underneath this shirt, Levi wears a vermillion-teal and green horizontally striped sleeveless T-shirt. His khaki pants are made of the same material as Levi’s overshirt, though they’re tucked neatly into his shin-high boots, and so coupled with his button-up shirt that is long enough to reach his mid-thigh, there’s not much of his khaki’s to be seen. Not uncommon for a young thief, Levi wears a plethora of accessories, including, but no limited to, a vermillion leather choker, a silver chain necklace which disappears under the collar of his undershirt, a pair of silver hoops earrings on both his left and right ears, and a number of thin silver studded teal and white leather wristbands on his wrists. Though most thieves and outcasts like to lay low-key, Levi likes to make a scene and an entrance, which is why his appearance is rather flashy.
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Personality: There’s nothing more to Levi than living life to it’s fullest. More than anything else, Levi hates being restrained, or held back from achieving his goals. To someone who can become deathly excited at everything and anything, Levi almost seems not to fear even death, seeing it as the next crazy adventure. Indeed, Levi’s train of thought is somewhat hard to define, as he’s a bit of a ditz who can’t focus very well. He doesn’t mind living in a run-down place, but he hates not being able to buy what he wants, and what’s worse, is that he hates to make an honest living because it simply takes too much effort. In general, Levi is a very cheerful person, all smiles and optimistic to a fault. He has trouble reading the feelings of others or the mood of his surroundings, and this often makes him seem as though he’s ignorant to everything but himself. And not many would deny that fact. One thing that helps Levi break through his sheer stupidity however is loyalty. Once Levi is able to find someone he would follow to the ends of the world, he gains a little more insight of that person, is more able and willing to give things up or share them, and is always a little overprotective of that person. It’s tough for him to doubt anything they say, even if it’s the most blatant of lies, and it’s only for this person that he can worry.
Levi’s temper is rather shallow, as he seems unable to express any sort of emotion in excess other than happiness. He can only manage a frown, or an indifferent expression when he’s feeling sad, annoyed, or angry. Levi’s level of pity is also rather low for anyone other than the people he puts his entire life into, as he rather dislikes sob-stories. Levi does however, have a knack for getting his point across with a smile and a set of rude words that would better fit a snarl than a grin. The only thing that Levi will focus on is a promise for adventure, and maybe a promise of profit. And as carefree a goof as Levi is, he loves nothing more than a desperate life-and-death fight, leading him to be rather dangerous for a petty thief because he neither fears death, nor feels any guilt for giving it. It can be easily mistaken that Levi is sadistic, because during a fight, he’s so excited that he can’t restrain a smile, and those who aren’t quite so indifferent to death don’t really understand how such a young person can smile while people are dying under his feet.
History: Born physically handicapped, Ivel was always treated differently, as though he would never grow out of needing to be under constant surveillance for his own safety. Born to a rather wealthy family Ivel was lucky that wasn’t thrown to the Underneath due to his seeming lack of wings. But moving about in the town became difficult for Ivel, and wherever he went, it seemed as if someone needed to be with him to prove that the strange decorations protruding from his shoes were actually his wings. This restraint on life proved to be hard for Ivel, but this minor set-back was nothing compared to what came next. Ivel’s younger sister came along only weeks after he turned 5, and it seemed as she grew, everything she did was perfect. She was beautiful, graceful, elegant, and she was not handicapped. Before, Ivel put up with the additional company because he was the center of his family’s life. But with such a perfect addition to the family, Ivel, flawed without hope, was left to disappear as his sister was showered with praise. His hatred for the financial game of compliments and poise grew and grew, until eventually, Ivel found a sympathetic servant who helped him sneak out of the house during the night. After his first expedition, which ended in a disastrous gang fight the young boy insisted to one of the gang members that he wanted to learn how to fight, in case others decided to pick a fight with him due to his wings.
In return for a price, Ivel was taught the crudest street fighting by sheer experience. Ivel’s parents couldn’t understand how their son, who was under constant surveillance during the day was returning with so many bruises and cuts. And so he spent his adolescent years, fighting and asking of his parents only one thing; to hire teachers that taught any kind of fighting with hands and feet. During these years, Ivel received two of the most important items to him. The chain necklace that he hides underneath his shirt that signifies his alliance with the gang he ran into on his first night independent from his family. Though Ivel enjoyed this life, he left the gang eventually, as he was still being tied down during the day. His painfully perfect younger sister noticed this before anyone else, and for his 15th birthday, gave him a pair of goggles, and the recipient was an anagram of Ivel’s name; Levi. This was the second item that Ivel treasured beyond anything else, because of the meaning behind it. After receiving these goggles, Ivel pulled them on and promised never to take them off during the day, the time when he was most restrained from doing things he liked, until their purpose had been fulfilled. Leaving his home, taking on the name of Levi to compliment his new life as a thief, and becoming independent from the world of the wealthy to keep his promise, Levi’s new purpose is written on a small home-made card no bigger than a square of chocolate hidden amongst his explosives.
“To Levi, from Liza. For when you can finally fly freely.”
Plufael
Name: Jazrelli Jaquez
Appearance: A shapeshifter, Jazrelli never stays in one form for long. His true appearance is something that not even Jazrelli remembers, though it seems that no matter what he looks like, his huge watery orange eyes never change, not even the heavy lidded bored gaze that seems to always grace his indifferent expression. His preferred form is that of a young man no older than Levi himself, who wears a basic black suit and tie, with black formal dress shoes. In this persona, Jazrelli’s hair is usually some sort of wild color to suit his mood, though his mood is usually bored, which turns out to be gray on Jazrelli’s color scale. The hair style is always the same when Jazrelli is wearing a suit, cut so that other than where it tapers to the middle of his neck, the strands are all generally the same length. Extremely feathered at the bottom, the tips of his just barely brush the tip of his nose. However, ‘preferred’ only means that Jazrelli appears in this form more than the others. He spends as little time in this body as any of his others. But never is Jazrelli caught without
something in or on his hair, be it a top hat, headband, clip, crown, or beret, Jazrelli has a seemingly endless imagination for hats and hair accessories. He also appears as a child at times, to have an excuse to walk around with his arms clamped protectively about Devitell.
Personality: Jazrelli is selfish, selfish, and selfish. Spoiled for as long as he can remember by his older twin brother, Devitell, Jazrelli becomes inconsolable whenever he doesn’t get what he wants, solving the rare dilemma by throwing temper tantrums or sulking. Sure enough, Jazrelli has a very low maturity level when it comes to handling things like not having his way, and has plenty of trouble figuring out why anyone would want to do anything for people other than himself. Thus, due to the fact that Devitell is someone he understands to the fullest, (because Devitell doesn’t do anything for anyone but Jazrelli,) the younger twin’s never ending wish is for Devitell to always be right beside him. Jazrelli cares little for Levi himself, but is similar to his reila in the idea that they both hate being held back. Thus, Jazrelli acts only as a proper plufael when he feels that his own freedom, (which is directly affected by Levi’s freedom,) is being threatened.
Negafael
Name: Devitell Pak
Appearance: Devitell is also a shapeshifter, though unlike Jazrelli, he is apparently able to change any and every feature of himself. He is considerably less limited in his abilities when compared to Jazrelli, as he can changed not only his appearance, but his gender, species, and is skilled enough to be able to blend into his surroundings like a chameleon. Devitell, like his twin Jazrelli, never stays in one form for extended periods of time. Though one thing is consistant for Devitell, and that is the fact that Devitell dislikes being in any male body other than his true body, and due to the fact that Devitell and Jazrelli are identical, Jazrelli, (who believes his true appearance is boring,) refuses to let Devitell transform into what they both truly look like. Thus, Devitell often-times appears as female, and not many realize the negafael’s real gender. He, or, in the usual case she, always has something hanging from her mouth, be it a lollipop, cigarette, toothpick, or sometimes even a pacifier, Devitell’s affinity towards having something in his mouth is similar to Jazrelli’s obsession with hats and hair accessories.
Personality: To sum up Devitell in one word, he is a complete and total
bore. Indifferent to a fault, it’s difficult to get Devitell to do anything unless Devitell was the one who wanted to do it in the first place. The best bribe to get Devitell to do something can only be granted by Jazrelli, and that’s permission to change back into his true body. As one can tell, Devitell, though lazy, is completely devoted to his brother Jazrelli, to the point where when time came for the two of them to divide the task of negafael and plufael, at a single stubborn statement from Jazrelli, Devitell chose to be the negafael. Though he has a hard time with it, Devitell is always thinking of ways to ease Jazrelli’s seemingly never-ending boredom, though due to Devitell’s nature in general, it proves more of a challenge than it should be. He’s devoted his life to Jazrelli, and he prides himself on never rejecting any of Jazrelli’s ridiculous commands.
Note; It’s not so hard to tell Devitell’s gender when Jazrelli refers to him though, as Jazrelli finds the idea of his older brother being a girl exceptionally weird, and refuses to refer to him with female pronouns, and also refuses to call him by his usual female name, ‘Pak’.
Secondary Characters; Aertan Svartel,
Alicilante (Alicel) Svartel (Deceased), Shiraume, and Kirden.
Update; Nearly done! >:D Only need to finish Xaviae and then I'm all finished up~ Ugh, but I think I'll save that for another day. Doing the research for Lazarus' wings was dangerous to my health for sure. x_x; I think I might puke from seeing those pictures of cicada's and beetles. *dead* Ugh, and when I had to click on the full resolution of the may bug picture- I swear, I died a little right then and there.
I hate bugs so much. ;;