Shaher Roxayne }{ Vengeful Celestial

[Shaher]

Name: Shaher Roxayne, also known simply as 'Fallen'.
Age: 37 (Since grace)
Race: Fallen Angel

Physical Description: Muscular build with shoulder-length black hair. is eyes are a piercing blue color, almost white and divulge to a deep crimson color when infuriated. Deep gash across his left eye and cheek that, despite repeated attempts, cannot be healed. It serves as a reminder to the futility of his race and his quest to destroy them. Pearl white wings that sprout from his shoulder blades, slightly withered but retaining strength to fly short distances. Can be seen in slightly charred heavy plate-mail that covers his body, except his biceps on which he wears chain armor, likewise his thighs. He also wears a dark hooded cloak to conceal his scarred face and wields a double-handed, jagged broadsword with hilt insignia in the shape of a dragon.

Personality: Shaher has grown to despise the lives of those around him, namely mortals. He wears ab almost constant snarl and his voice is one of resentment and hatred. He has few qualms about murder and relishes the chance to exert his bloodlust. With that being said, he seemingly cannot bring himself to harming the weak. While he has slaughtered many a brute in his day his blade has never sliced the soft flesh of a maiden nor child. He deludes himself into believing they are not worth his time to hide the truth of his weakness, or rather aversion to their bloodshed.

History: As an angel he resided on the highest peak of the tallest mountains, viewing the world beneath him as an ant farm waiting for the day of judgment, but when there was an uprising in the community he was cast aside for his arrogance and fell from grace to earth. In this banishment, he was savaged by a fellow angel who cast a deep gash upon his face with divine magic, and as he grew bitter the magic held the scar in place, thus with a corrupted heart it will never heal.
At first he attempted to find a way back to the clouded peaks but with no avail, instead he turned his sites to the mortal world on which he was trapped. With little else to do, he made his way, cautiously, to a nearby inn and spent his first night on the world as a mortal.
Upon the next morning, he contemplated his predicament, he had little of value, a severe distaste for his fellow kind as well as those they looked down upon and soon decided with utmost contempt that they must all perish, and thus began his journey of vengeance.

[HoudiniDerek]

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