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 |
( Runa: Thank you (-: Tree:
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Her reassurance caused his blood slow and his mind to pause periodically. His charming grin made a reappearance as he looked at her, his eyes appreciative and content. "Thank-" Voltaire stopped and chuckled quietly, "I just... I am running out of thank yous, because of how helpful and supportive you have been. I cannot thank you enough" He said with a small smirk.
His eyes held hers for a few moments before they detached and wandered the forest. Jumping from trees to birds to stones. Each sound sent his ears sharp in the direction and his nose was hungry for scents until he heard Eloa's giggle. Uh-oh.
He slowly looked over at her and saw a beautiful ripe flower, the stem in her mouth. He furrowed his brow bone and looked at her for a while before she craned her neck to push it behind his ear. He huffed impatiently. He looked angrily into the distance, releasing intolerable moans and groans before HE glanced at her again. Seconds later, he released a genuine laugh unlike he has before--it was quiet but heard and the joy within it was satisfying.
"Hey, i'm manly even with a flower. Hell, I'd be manly with a dress on." He teased confidently, passing a wink to her.
" A dress? Oh careful what
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just to clarify XD i mean devilish in a playful manner not a dark evil manner
Voltaire's laughing grin
"I would have been diggin' it. All the ladies love a man who likes to think outside the box" He said, raising his brows with his lips drawing into a sly smile.
He grinned as she was watching him, but as he stared deep into her eyes he felt her thoughts. His magic began to stir and pieces of a broken sentence was being told between their eye contact. He frowned at the mentioning of the darkness, this caused his head to throb in a dull pain. He didn't want to worry Eloa so he shrugged his off and slapped on another smile. He didn't want to think about the shadows for now, it was stressful and exhausting.
"It... it feels really good to be smiling. To feel genuine happiness."
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( Hahaha XD I assumed as much ;V )
"I hope that smile remains on
( Sorry for the delay!
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He nodded sweetly at her remark, and he also wished the same. Avoiding the void of darkness he's allowed himself to be consumed by was really his main priority, let alone smiling. Although a grin came from time to time, and with this little angel, it came around quite often. Especially with his baby back with him.
He hummed deeply as her body made contact with his, and his crimson eyes shut at her nuzzle. He released a soft breath of air before returning the movement with ease. He appreciated her so much and he wanted her to know that. He felt her close to his heart along with Mae and it was quite comforting. Feeling the need to protect someone was relieving to him, because that meant he had someone there. He had someone to love.
She enjoyed the closeness
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