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Raphael Gwendal
Male | 23 years old | [Corrupt & Blood Crazy] Cleric
Short Bio:
Why was I born? Who is my father? Who is my mother? What of my mother? Is she aright, is she safe, where is she? What of my father, what of his existence…? What of…me? – Raphael Gwendal (or at least that's what the monks—the holy ones—called him.)
If he were to tell you everything, then you would know nothing--not a thing. Well, at least that's what he wants people to think. Born and raised at the highest mountain peek in Rylor, the coldness of the morning, day and night were his only company in that fortified establishment that he called home. Home is where the heart is--but, what if your home commanded you to not have a heart? What if you were just a soulless pawn in their grasp? Well then, you've just discovered the first gate--or shall I say step--of Raphael's life. Not that it's a good story to tell anyway; or one that should be.
Coincidentally, it's a story in which very little know of and a vast majority which to know. Well then, let us begin.
If you were to ask of a past that had never been written, then even if spoken…would you believe it? And so they didn't, and so you didn't, and so they created lies and endless commandments of worship and holiness—of what is right and wrong and what one should do, regardless of your own opinion. This was the life of a cleric—in particular Raphael Gwendal, hence this is his story. The life of a cleric whose own purpose lies in the hands of unholy men who declare the judgment of holiness among other. The life of man who doesn't even know of the value of his existence.
Birth--the birth of a cleric who's life purpose is that of a vessel; Raphael Gwendal is his name. Raphael was born at exactly two minutes before an eclipse while the sky was evidently cloudless. That day's Rylor experienced one of its highest temperatures since it's founding, for the almost lifeless monks that ran the establishment that day was just a synonym for destiny. The child would serve of grand use, one whose life will not perish without many accomplishments. Or at least they hoped so. Life in the establishment was nothing of merry or gratification, at the least it could be considered a jail amongst hell's pits. The monks? Heh, infamous bastards who's followings only concerned themselves and their own fortune—these were Raphael's thoughts ever since childhood, if ever discovered… he wouldn't be here. At anyone's gaze, life in the establishment was a fate cursed by the heavens, one that would never bring fruit to its members. Those people were only half right.
Years of training, years of gained knowledge, years of hardships and failures—years of absolute loathing, everything was just a delusional idea of a man who they wanted him to be. Rylor, the land he called home, the land which he was taught to love, to worship and adore, and to be proud of. He didn't like it one bit nor did he pretend to. Wars, death, losses was all the terrain every brought him, so why should he like such a place? Was it even his birth place? He didn't know, nobody wanted him to know.
How many years have passed since Raphael mastered the art of the sword? How many seconds have passed since he buried his head in boundless knowledge of the world, medicine, math's and arts? If any more time passed then he would surely rot of his outsides just the same as his already rotten insides.
What was it like to receive affection? A hug, a smile, a yearning for… would all of that fulfill him? Will it constrain him just as the blood of a comrade on his holy crucifix would? Will it contend him just as the books have taught him? It was time—no, time had already passed—it was the moment of truth. Would he choose love? Or, the righteous path of holy slaughter?
Ask yourself, have you really learned anything of these vast thoughts and vague memories? Have you learned anything of these statements? The past of a young man who doesn't even recall his true name, a man with no purpose and a man who's judgments have been stained with lunatic righteous and blasphemous slaughter of one's own kind? Well, he hasn't.
In reality, Raphael Gwendal doesn't know anything of himself and neither do you. But he will soon find out.
Personality:
On the outside, Raphael seems like a delicate and loving pacifist. His demeanor strikes as sweet and noble, a gentleman if you will. With a smile and face that reeks of kindness and tenderness--true, but all of that is just a well equip wall from his true nature. One that is not easily shattered, nonetheless discovered. His years as a righteous man has made this undercover personality so realistic that one would doubt him to be the same person, but really, who wouldn't? A ritualistic liar is more like it. Though many do not know that side of him, he rarely shows it and if possible never does.
So, in short let us just say he's a smart man with bad intentions.
Magic Skills:
Seal of Righteousness:
A cryptic code embedded by the holy ones to the young Raphael. Once drawn at any location the seal will operate when either requirement is accomplished: either the blood of the user or mass sacrifice needs to be near the area of the seal. This skill allows Raphael to call forth the power of the gods in which in return his sword and armor,which will glow a holy white, and will receive a large amount of buffs in both strength and defense. The duration depends on how much blood has been shed.
Holy Aura:
A healing skill. The requirements of the skill are simple, the user must have absolute peace and clearance of the mind at the summoning point and once finished a holy mist will cover both him and his comrades in which the ghostly white mist will slowly tend to the member's internal and external wounds and repair them.
Vanishing:
A stealth and escape skill; the user will vanish from his location point and reappear at another (like a ninja). Takes a medium amount of time and patience for the skill to commence, thus the user must be hidden because any physical contact will disrupt the procedure.
Weapon(s): Rosary bead necklace with a golden crucifx| Holy SwordRosary Beads:
These are blessed beads carved with the spirit of the gods, they offer holy protection to the user. These beads contain a hollow inside, if properly done, the user may equip them with gunpowder and use them as explosives
Crucifix:
A golden cross attached--and can also be unnatached- to a rosary necklace. It's insides are hollow and thus it is used as a container for liquids, the liquids preserved in it's case and considered holy. In Raphael's case, the crucifix serves as a holder for blood. Once a enemy begins to shed blood, a small amount of it is emptied into the crucifix and is used later on as sacrificial blood. It is said that carrying the blood of a person transfers their powers to oneself.
Holy Sword:
Usually just a regular gold and silver sword, but once merged with the Seal of Righteousness it becomes a Holy Sword. It is believe that to die by the hands of Holy Sword user is one of the greatest honors, and thus to use it on oneself is not act of wrong.
*Reads Princess' character profile*
...I CALL HIM FOR CRICKET~~
If that is alright, Princess. 83
Or climb into my bed at night. That works.
Yes, the Panda is a creep.