Memoir Given name: Voltaire. Pictogram: This Moniker/False name: Vol, Leviathan (Demon possessing him). Reference: WIP color w/o antlers Voice: Dean Winchester Age: Young adult roughly, lifespan is eternal? Unsure. Sex: Male Size: The size of an Irish Elk (roughly 6.9 ft from the shoulders and around 1,500 lbs) Face Claim: Dean Winchester Orientation: Prefers females. Unsure how to present emotions openly. Species: Hybrid; Mule deer, Roosevelt elk, Tundra wolf. Other characteristics? Division: Demonic, Fallen angel. A withered soul, although building. Envy. Torn between the light and dark. Energy: Strong, building and heavy. A dark aura is still thick. Scent: Musky, heavy smoke. Interaction voice: #701F1D |  | |
Hearth Closed-off, Bitter, Resentful, Fierce, Inaudible, Reticent, Agitated, Ignorant, Blissful, Arrogant, Pitiful, Pathetic, Hypersensitive, Apprehensive, Clever, Troubled, Wounded, Heartfelt, Cordial, Selfish, Honest, Genuine, Broken, Emotional. • His attitude teeters frequently. At one moment he could be in a content frame of mind and the next he can just snap even at creatures in the wrong place at the wrong time. • His skin was burned once he tried to speak and pray to the forest Gods. Unsure if it was a punishment or his higher angel ranking hadn't been mended to the new forest magic. Maybe his magic was interfering? Unknown. However, will not go near the statues. • Unconditional love for all children. Due to the first loss of his daughter, he feels the draw to protect all the little ones. Built from regret. • Owns awful trust issues and sees most people as curs. Does not tolerate cynic characters and will not associate himself with foolish beings. • Sees himself as an ugly beast. Has learned that the dead also live within the forest. Either it be lost souls, demons or angels. Worried he may scare or hurt Mae. This is his worst fear. • Treats women and men the same. However if someone is disadvantaged or hurt he won't be so easily hassled. • Forest conflict and drama within the forest is non of his business. More of an observer than a fighter. Careless and selfish in this way and won't just jump into a fight. However there are exceptions. • Protects his loved ones with his life and will only go into battle if he must. More of a verbal fighter and uses his eyes to bury darkness into someones soul (unaware of this black magic). • Absolutely will not tolerate unknown beings around his closest chargers. • Sensitive and heartfelt to anyone that is going through a tough situation. However he won't open his heart to just anyone. • Extreme Agoraphobia. • The light is being surfaced with help. Eloa has taken quite an impact on the bull and is really aiding in finding his true nature. • Worried that one day his demon will take over and attempt to murder his loved ones in cold blood. He already reminded Eloa of this possibility and feels more comfortable with her knowing. Although he knows it is a large possibility and he doesn't wish to think about it. | Links & Possessions Mae: Daughter. Resurrected in a new body form with the help of Eloa and her friend. Will do anything and everything in his power to keep her happy. Loves every single last bit of her. So incredibly grateful to have her back in his life and will do absolutely everything in his power and beyond to keep her by his side. Losing her is his only fear and will not let that happen. Will burn buildings and kill for. Eloa: Angel. His first encounter in the forest. She eased his pain after he discovered that she too was a fallen angel. One of his most trusted and will always allow her to see him and his daughter. Enjoys every minute she is around and adores her lovely bright soul. Eases his darkness as she is around and is deeply grateful for this. Will wait for and protect. Close friend. Jehoel: Jokester. Flaming creature he encountered in the forest. Bitter towards as far as his sense of humor but does not mind his company. Nilo: Helped bring back his daughter. Would thank one hundred times for his help. Although, finds the buck quite strange but unsure really what it is about him. Wary of, but his company is welcome. Necklace with orb infused with white magic - Eloa | Diabolism & White Magic This will be updated frequently: Black magic: ||||||||||: Able to use: Thought determination (very weak) This is a strong power Voltaire once mastered in his demonic period. His use of witchcraft was his first choice of weapon during any form of battle. It requires a dark aura and is obtained by shadow-inducing mechanism. It is harder on the soul of an angel and takes quite a large amount of effort to use the higher casting spells and diabolism. With that being said it could physically hurt to serious extents. Although it may not be fatal to him, it is still not a risk worth taking. His black magic includes: Mind manipulation, this means Voltaire is able to fill the mind with a false thought. This takes a fair amount of concentration and will only be used in serious situations. Thought determination, very vague currently and is unaware of it. This is similar to "mind reading" but it is a lower rank and takes much less concentration. It is the act of looking into the eyes through the tip of the mind to receive unanswered suspicion or hidden context. Spells and rituals along with chanting are medium experience but are used in multiple ways. Overuse of these could result in serious fatigue. Summoning or resurrection of a soul with dark energy requires a full bar of experience. Over powering souls could be fatal to Voltaire but minimum reaction is fainting/collapsing. + White magic: ||||||||||: Able to use: Angelic aura. Description here |
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She thought a moment and shook her head. "Nothing now, but all I want is for us to stay friends. Being fallen angels makes our friendship even that more crucial. We understand something that most won't. Got to stick together" she giggled softly. "If I need you I will ask, believe me. I trust all my friends, even with my life and that includes you"
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"Okay, Eloa" Voltaire said, his voice hoarse but hushed. "Sounds like a plan" He added with a grin before resting his head down and releasing a harsh blow of air through his snout. All this emotion was so exhausting on his mind and body. He was getting frequently tired and horrible headaches that throbbed in the daylight. It was slightly concerning him, but it was probably just everything that was happening at once. It was way to overwhelming for him to comprehend in a matter of a short period of time. But he promised to frequently visit Eloa to be around a friend and a lovely angelic presence to calm his mind and soul. It really helped him through the darkness. She was his candle. His last hope.
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She moved closer and gave his lowered head a hug with her own before nuzzling her nose on his forehead. "Come on, lets find a quiet place to rest" she suggested and moved off to a shadowed place between the trees and settled down, smiling at him as she waited for him to join her. He did look tired and right now she knew rest would be best for him and both his mental and physical healing.
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He felt his shoulders loosen as she pressed her head against his. The feeling of someone else was so reassuring and comforting, especially right now. He was a softy, but in order for him to really show that, he had to get some other things off his mind.
He lifted his heavy head and nodded at her slowly. His achy frame rose from the forest floor as debris dripped from his deep pelt. He stretched to release some of the tension in his limbs and walked toward the little doe laying peaceful within the trees shadows. Voltaire went around beside her so if she desired to lean on the beast she could, his limbs folded in and he rested on the ground less gracefully of course. "Our future awaits great happiness and light" Voltaire said, his eyes heavy although watching the doe. "As long as we have faith" He added. But in his mind he still had so much doubt. He heard stories within the heavens of infected fallen angels that had an incurable case of shadows within their souls that were driven mad forever. Voltaire did get to the point where he had cut of his own wings. But it was somewhat strange to him that he felt the shadows were leaving him. They were so manipulative and aggressive he knew they wouldn't leave without a fight. It scared him. He felt like he was going to hurt anyone around him. He felt bad for Eloa, having to deal with such a disgrace to this universe. He wanted everything to get better but by now he still thought. Maybe some things you just can't change.
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She smiled at his words and snuggled up to him. He made her look so much smaller than she really was but that didn't bother her. His speaking of faith warmed her heart but she could still sense that doubt, a shadow over his eyes told her everything. If she could take on that shadow herself she believed she would. She trusted that her faith would be strong enough to destroy it but she knew she could not do such a thing. Her focus now would be on getting his daughter back. But how she could do that was a mystery. Maybe she could ask her more magically inclined friends.
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Winds stirred the foliage over the skin of the forest and tangled itself between each boney branch that bled a black shadow over two creatures. The largest one hung his head, the grimacing expression still displaying like chipped paint behind a content smirk. His brow bones were strongly creased like they always were, vigilant and peevish with the ambience these woods always held. His mind eased back into reality and abated back to the same belligerent mortal he was born as. It was Leviathan who never changed.
Voltaire had a cloudy perception on realism currently and it was disorienting, although he didn’t make much of an effort to even try to settle any thoughts. Evaluating discernment wasn’t something he fancied therefore he had no desire to stop and think things over. Although, there was so much time. He spent his days before Mae returned gaping at wooden walls and false reflections. He never thought, he only looked. He looked from the peak of dawn to the last sliver of moonlight for answers.
Now he lay, with his daughter like once before. She was able to move freely now and her body was proportioned properly. Her pelt shifted colors since she was revitalized but finally they settled over her frame perfectly. Dark blues and ice whites hugged her body. She was beautiful, and fierce.
The buck often reflected on the little angel that brought back his other half… Eloa. The beautiful doe that stumbled upon him what seems like only days ago. The necklace infused with her magic dangled over his rack, dancing to the tune of the forests diaphragm. He nodded and hugged his body tighter around his little one. She rested in a deep nap, as her father always kept his eyes solid on the distance.
Eloa had been keeping to
The first stop on her journey led her to find Voltaire. With his daughter returned to him she wanted to make sure all was well. She stopped as she saw him. His daughter asleep beside him. The sight warmed her heart. Slowly she approached him and after looking at his daughter a long moment she glanced back at him. "How have you been.."
His lids were rested
"Eloa. It's nice to see you." He spoke, his voice quiet yet throaty. His tone was a low bass that boomed subtly against the beaten skin of the pines. "I've been well, how about yourself? How are the little ones?" Voltaire asked, his eyes seemed to have a small twinkle in them referring to the children.
She smiled and moved over to
Voltaire accepted her
"I am sure they are alright, Eloa." He said, pushing his nose to her shoulder. He knew how strong and bright Eloa's soul was and he didn't worry for her. Although the darkness can create a crack in anyone's soul at a fragile state. All the shadows need is a small fracture in one's soul to be able to begin to break down the soul and infect it. It takes time but it's difficult to notice when the crack was broken and how far along the demons have latched onto a soul. He had the thought, but he didn't sit with it and interpret the worse case scenario. As long as Eloa remained with a giant smile on her lips like always, all would be just fine.
"I am sure you're right" she
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Voltaire looked at Mae who
Since Mae finally grasped a hold on her conscious, she was asking quite a few questions that Voltaire found quite difficult to answer. He merely brushed them off for now until she was older to understand, right now survival was key for him to teach her.
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The buck grinned at the smooth tone she always spoke with. His breath seemed less sharp at her words and the blood rushing in his veins eased as she had cooled his mind. "Thank you, Eloa." The stag said with a hushed voice.
His eyes fell to a blooming flower shooting from the earth's skin, it's beauty shimmered in the gold wash from the beaming sun and presented an illuminating glimmer. The flower seemed to perfectly frame Mae's appearance to make a natural glow to her body. It was just the perfect touch. Voltaire glanced back at Eloa, both shocked and grateful. "It's beautiful." The beast added, "a wonderful touch from it's creator." He said, giving a warm smirk to Eloa.
( Ki: Thank you! I definitely appreciate if someone will remind me if i'm forgetting a relation ;V I also need to get Mae's biography and art done I just totally forget these things haha. )
A soft laugh escaped the doe
Voltaire hummed quietly.
When Eloa prayed, Voltaire grinned. But this time something strange happened. As Eloa began to glow the soft white light from her words, Voltaire began to shift uncomfortably. Leviathan twisted and growled at her prayer.
Leviathan was his demon, the evil spirit that settled deep within his soul and always came out at unpredictable moments. He was a dark creature that pulled off a costume so well even the highest angels couldn't perceive whether or not he was possessing a soul. Demons only crave death and suffering, and this demon loves to drag it out and rip off piece by piece. Voltaire was aware of his possession of this demon but he wouldn't dare breathe a word about it, for it had power over a beast. Voltaire has the potential to rip anyone he loves to shreds and he is smart enough to know that Leviathan would take over completely without a second thought.
He closed his eyes tight and felt his head scream in pain. He tensed his muscles and shook his head, flicking his head towards Eloa to give her a small, painful grin. He hoped his struggle wasn't too noticeable and the longer he held eye contact the easier it was for Eloa to look inside him.
He felt the darkness seep deep into him once again and the pain was gone, his conscious was restored momentarily. He looked down at Mae who hadn't moved a muscle--he sighed in relief and connected back to reality as best as he could.
As Voltaire had gone through
He looked at Eloa. It was
Ever since the very beginning he thought she was merely an object placed in his life that was to be ripped away from him. She was almost too perfect, her appearance, her love, her faith was just so polished and flawless. He once envied her and craved the light she thrived in, he pondered strategies to sacrifice her angelic aura to ease his suffering in the darkness. But now with her soothing presence, the demon deep in his body seemed to become less powerful. He was more aware of the reality he was placed in and he only wished for the satisfaction of those around him to be happy. He knew he had to protect Mae and Eloa, and it was difficult for him to do so because the beast they are fighting is what Voltaire sees when he looks into his reflection.
"I won't let anything happen to you both." The buck said pushing his nose to Eloa's cheek. "I promise."
Awe, haha, it's okay. You'll
His nose on her cheek made
Her vibrant and bold eyes
He didn't necessarily miss his old world. For it also contained large amounts of hatred, war and brutality. But he missed his old body, his old home. It was bitter sweet to hold onto the thought, so he merely swiped it away every time the topic seemed to slip into his mind.
"Your passion is inspiring." He said, "such a little doe with a lot of determination" He teased with a smirk. He tried to lighten the mood. He felt as if everything had to be done right away and he really desired a time of relaxation. Something to clear his mind. Spending any time with Eloa did calm him, but he was exhausted talking and thinking about the darkness inside of him.
She giggled at his teasing.
Voltaire grinned as she
What she said made sense but it was foreign to Voltaire still. Ever since a child it was always others first and yourself last, which Eloa seemed to quite obviously follow that rule as well. But the fact that she could always stay positive and grinning was strange to him. It was his weak soul, he thought. Maybe it was his broken core and infected soul that prevented him from just simply smiling at a beautiful day. He wasn't sure, but he wished that everything could resolve itself and he could do things like that with Eloa and his daughter.
Mae was much like Eloa, with a light soul, positive attitude and determined mind set. Mae delivered the desire for independence just days after her resurrection which was bewildering, but somehow produced pride in Voltaire. He was happy that she wanted to be her own person, to start a new life. Voltaire hungered for that new life, but he knows that in the background his committed crimes will always be haunting him for he remembered every single detail that happened. Mae did not.
He almost envied her, and he hated himself for it but he just couldn't help it.
"I need to work on that... being positive stuff." Voltaire smirked. "Since the two ladies I spend basically all my time with are cheerful and giggly little does all the time" Voltaire rolled his eyes playfully and smiled at Eloa.
She laughed and nudged him
Voltaire looked at her a
"I have gained and... lost emotions." Voltaire said suddenly, looking down at his daughter to make sure she was still asleep. "Coping with how I feel isn't something I master. In fact it's nearly impossible. Any emotion, sadness, frustration, fear... love... they all result in anger." Voltaire trailed off, meeting Eloa's eyes once again. "I never relearned to talk about them or thrive in them like I did before once long ago." He shook his head and sighed, "I don't know how to deal with my own feelings let alone others. That's why I fear for Mae or anyone I get close to. I have a demon and i'm damn near heartless." His voice cracked at the end and his eyes closed, his messy hair falling over his eyes.
"I fell from my heavenly
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Voltaire's crimson eyes slipped onto Eloa's hoof as it made contact with his leg. He felt her light seep into his very soul and he took a large breath of life at the feeling. His eyes opened as they locked onto hers.
His brows were still creased but his lips drew a heartfelt grin as she comforted him. He felt silly being like jelly in her hooves when she spoke such sweet words to him, and sometimes he would catch himself and attempt to put the stag back into the pen for awhile. But it was all too much, he couldn't place a brick wall barrier to seal his emotions when someone like Eloa could so easily relate to him and always had the right things to say. He hated the fact that he couldn't always play tough guy around her.
With that thought in the buck's head he thought about ways he could show off, because he wanted to show Eloa that Voltaire wasn't always an emotional mess before, there is a man behind this curtain. Then after a few moments of distracted thinking he clicked back into the topic.
"You're right. Being demonic isn't a great feeling. I mean having little control over your own body is strange." He said with a shrug and a soft chuckle, "especially being an angel prior, it is just brutal." He almost said it as if he dreaded the words to come out. "I just think we should wait and see what happens. Leviathan doesn't twist very often which should give us at least some time to relax and think." The buck proposed. He said it calmly although it was something he desired quite greatly.
Ohhhhh I look forward to
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She let him think and be within his mind a while. As he was silent she looked at his daughter and smiled and absently groomed his shoulder at another point. When he spoke again she lifted her head to look at his face. It brought her joy to know he was trying and that he wasn't letting the darkness win. "And when he does I will be there to help you...remember the light is always stronger than the dark..always and love. The love that we as angels know, will always prevail" she said beaming with her own personal light. It was compassion she spoke of. The love of others around you and of the souls that shared the same fate as your own. While romantic love was something she was learning still, compassion was something she had in spades. Feeling the situation had gotten quite serious she let out a soft giggle and conjured up another flower, a temporary one this time and stood up, placing it upon his head. While she didn't want to change topic and would gladly continue helping him, she felt showing him a bit of that light may benefit him more."Now you match your daughter, but don't worry...your manliness is intact. It won't stay" she winked and giggled.
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