Shiita Sicure[]
Brigade General of the Bloody Ravens[]
The timeline I use is going off of Eidel's rough draft idea of the overall timeline
Millienium War = 1 - 1,000 BEC Epic Cataclysm = 0 Abyss Rediscovery = 750 AEC Elysean-Asmodian War = 1,000 AEC (the beginning of the game marks the beginning of the asmo-ely war)
Full Name: Shiita Sicure
Nicknames: Shii, General, BG
Level:(always changing)
Class: Gladiator
Race: Asmodian
Gender: Male
Age at Ascension: 26 yrs.
Current Age: 1,118 yrs.
Hair: White
Skin: deep blueish green
Eyes: white
Height: 8-9 ft.
Weight: 215 lbs.
Biographical[]
Place of Residence: The Vanahel District in Pandaemonium
Place of Birth: Unknown even to him, but it's assumed that it was the tower of Eternity.
Relatives: Yes, but they far down the line and he wishes to remain unknown to them
Enemies: The Lepharists, the elyos, doesn't care much for the balaur either.
Allies: Besides his legion at the moment, none that are immediately known.
Occupation: Brigade General of the Bloody Ravens
Trade skill: Armor-smithing, some cooking as well.
Appearance: Stifling. He doesn't make himself threatening, but he doesn't seem warm either.
Fashion of Choice: Has no particulars, but normally wears his armor at all times. Occasionally when traversing Pandaemonium can be seen wearing more formal clothes.
Armor of Choice: Full plate daeva set
Weapons of Choice: Polearm
Special Abilities: Having been alive for so long, he's learned a little of the elyos language as well as some field first aid.
History/Biography:
I remember being at the young age of six when the cataclysm happened, I recall the screams of panic, the flutter of wings the clashing of swords, the heat of fire and the chill of ice as chaos was strewn about. One moment everything was as chaotic as if the very universe was being ripped open and the next I was alone and in a darkness so eerie, so deep it was if I was swallowed up by an abyss in itself. I have been told once I was older that it must have been a traumatic experience for a child. I was too young, too forgetful most of the time even once I grew older, but that didn't stop me from remembering faces and details that I would carry with me for hundreds of years to follow.
As I am now, I can give a better recollection as to what happened that Atreia shattering day.
I remember I was in a room with many other children, sitting next to my brother. He had a very serious look on his face, but I didn't care since I was six, and only wanted to play with the other children. My brother was to be ascended soon, and I recall my mother, my father... we all were proud for him. I'm sure I had more family, but I don't remember them before this time. I do know my mother was a daeva herself. A being with magnificent wings that engulfed all around her. They were beautiful, breath-taking. Back then, everyone had the same colored wings, everyone was the same person that originally came from the same land, the same mothers and fathers at some point.
One moment I was entertaining myself peacefully, the next I felt trembling beneath me, and shouts spouting orders as suddenly all forms of chaos rung loose. My brother told me to follow him, and so I did. I knew something wasn't right. I do recall being told at that young age about the peace talks and knew my family disapproved it from the deepest parts of their very beings. I remember seeing images, seeing the fires, hearing the stories about these beasts known as Balaur, and I knew I too hated them deep within my tiny heart and soul, and knew even at this young age that monsters such as them would never know peace. My mind was within one accord with my family, I would stand by them even as a small child. But it was not to be. It seemed to be a second to me, as my mother soared in, her wings wrapping around me as she landed, grabbed me and my brother up and took to the air once again, following at the heels of the Empyrean Lord Azphel and all other manner of beings that I understood at that age, didn't wish for any of this. One moment I was in my mothers arms, the next I recall being passed to a strangers hands, my mother disappearing forever in front of me. I later came to terms that she was lost to what soon after became known as the abyss. I don't know what became of my father, I recall him running beside us one moment, and the next was not. As for my brother, he was still at my side as pieces of the tower that we had been living in soon seemed to make a splintering sound, light emanating from every crack and split within the tower itself, before a moment of ungodly silence deafened my ears and the tower exploded in a flash of brilliant light, sending shards of all sizes to rain down around us. It was then that I realized that my brothers ascension ceremony... was to have come too late, as his human self could not hold onto his still human soul. As my opinion means nothing on this matter, but the moment that my family was gone from me... as if a realignment of Aion's divine plan set in motion once again, I felt a new alien sense of energy surge through me. In which at this point I think it was Aion's way of setting things right with my family. My mother was a daeva that did not survive, and my brother, whom was chosen by Aion to be a daeva, did not survive long enough to become one... He must have seen me... this last remaining member of my family, and bestowed upon me their powers, granting me this ability to continue his ultimate plans. I am sure I am wrong and perhaps I was meant to be a daeva all along, but perhaps there rests within this old soul a wish for a higher purpose... a meaning behind all this death. As a child being plunged into absolute darkness while you witness half of your planet, everything you know drift away from you... is horrifying. Maybe that's why I am how I am now. I spent years after the cataclysm by myself after we managed to gather everyone together again. The moment I didn't have eyes on me, I ran away.
I heard news from those that survived of how we as a people began to build again. And my heart was thrilled, but my soul felt dead. I had nothing left for me, I was alone, in this never ending darkness. The funniest part of all of this is, the time where I felt most at peace, was during what we considered to be our half of the planets "night". Where all manner of plants and creatures seemed to give off a comforting glow of their own, already adapting to this darkness. I remained in the forests surviving for a time, trying to gather my wits and find the darkest, hardest parts of this existence and make it the easiest thing to do. It was when I became the adult age of 25 that I ventured from within the darkest parts of the forest and treaded back to where we managed to make temporary villages, as our civilization set out to make an even grander city, which we planned on naming Pandaemonium. A few people that seemed to know who I was as a child welcomed me back with opened arms... seeing other people, it wasn't until now that I began to notice a change within and upon us. We all soon seethed at the weak failure of the Empyrean Lords that were either lucky to be dead or far gone from our sights. We wondered if that was the cause as we peered upward toward the lower half of the split planet, seeing the twinkling all over the face of it, as a blinding light seemed to engulf it. We had a feeling that it might not be over yet, but still held on to the strengths that we had learned an discarded a weak emotion such as hope. We did not "hope" we strived, we built, we fought, we survived. On top of all of this, we already seemed to be showing physical changes, as our skin became thicker from the extreme cold, in the brightest of lights that we made from fires we could see the paleness of our skin or the lack of it's original pinkish hue it once had. As well as our skin we also noticed that our eyes became more attuned to the darkness the more we worked with it. Before long we spotted a hint of glowing eminating from eash persons eyes as they concentrated roughly on whatever task they performed.
As I had grown older I noticed more and more the powers, the strengths that seemed to pulse throughout my body. There was not much aether to give me enough strength to fight the balaur (whom we now believed to be destroyed) or any other beings, but there was always aether in the air around us, and so Daeva's were still born, only slowly and less frequently. As if slowly building up numbers for a future we knew nothing about. It was a year later, when a woman named Lumiel, an Empyrean Lord before and whispers of a new title being the Shedim Lord came to me. This woman, this powerful Shedim Lord approached me one evening as everyone was settling for the night... food being eaten, beds being made for children. She said to me, "Young man, I among all others here have the ability to wield and see aether in it's most minuet forms. You can feel it I am sure of this, but others will not see. You have a new life, a new power within you that you have been hiding away" Lady Lumiel surprised me, not only by speaking to me, but by making note of something that nobody else but myself could see or feel. I should have known better though since as the years passed for me, words of Lady Lumiel's talents of being the best at melding aether was no less than solid fact in our lands now. I nodded to her since there was no point in trying to lie.
"Yes my Lady, you are correct in this... what do you wish of me?" I answered her, solely aware of my true dedication to the Shedim Lords at this point. My spirit sparked once more, only for a moment, but long enough to give me comfort.
"You are to ascend. You must ascend. It is denying the very gift that Aion himself is giving you as a responsibility to him. We must go now and make this so, less we come too late as so many others before you" She spoke, only for a moment reminding me of my brother. Her words laid down as law, I nodded once more, rising from the warm flames of one of many fires that were made within the large camp. She seemed to walk hurredly, yet fluidly away from me, calling to a select number of daevas and one other Shedim Lord to follow her. As I knew this was for me, I followed without being told. The darkness that our new world was so infamous for now, was present in it's deepest form this night far from the camp that we called home. Lady Lumiel, Lord Azphel and a handful of other daevas stood around me in a circle, myself facing Lady Lumiel and the stump of what was once one of the bases of the Tower of Eternity. The light pulsing of what little energy laid within haunting my mind and my deepest thoughts. The edges of the rocky mountains that seemed to protect the structure gleamed as if reaching to envelope the remaining bits of the tower. It was when I was beginning to feel a primitive urge to run to it, that Lady Lumiel began to speak, snapping me from my meditation. "This man, this human!" she began, speaking with power beyond her youthful appearance, "-this ASMODIAN! With his pride, his rage and his strength!" Her words struck me hard as a new title I was unfamiliar with, was suddenly bestowed upon our people. It's literal translation was from an ancient tongue that I, myself did not know and to this day remain oblivious to. She continued, "-has been given a blessing, a gift of which Aion placed in his young claws, and which he MUST accept and use to glorify Aion. We are chosen! We have been chosen to prove our strength and to be a testament to Aion's power though his power is more than limitless! Show you're power and rage to the skies! Show us there is no end to your dedication and strength Asmodian! Show us the mark of a daeva!" With those last words I cramped up, crunching over in a delicious yet mind numbing pain that seemed to rush through my body as if being struck by lightning! The energy that dwelled inside of me in this dormant place in my gut seemed to rear it's head and bare it's vicious teeth as it consumed every part of me inside out.
I saw every set of eyes in this circle aglow with fierce red puffs of streamy smoke. I could see the world as clear as day all bathed in a sheen of vivid red. I had never truly concentrated until this moment. And at that moment I was pushed into using what evolved abilities I learned we had gained but had not used. I felt the heat rise within me and there was no longer any cold, there was no longer any darkness, yet I knew it was still there. The world was alive and breathing and visible. Nothing could hide from me here. As I took a moment to see the world through eyes I did not know I had before, more pain suddenly ripped through my body and I let out a haughty laugh as loud as Lady Lumiel's voice had been. Suddenly I felt bone and muscle rip from my back as a pair of large feathered wings appeared. This was my mark, this was the proof of my ascension. My gleaming smile showed that this ceremony, though painful to watch in some aspects (for those that did not understand) and in many cases painful overall, the power that took the pains place was far more exhilarating, far more intense and astonishing that one look at me and my grinning face and people would have thought I had gone insane from the experience. As I rested my wings behind me, feeling the rustle of each feather that nestled into place, I took a deep breath and looked silently back at Lady Lumiel and Lord Azphel. They both nodded, Azphel grinning wickedly and Lady Lumiel's expression having not changing in the least. I bowed my head as I went down to one knee, my wings moving instinctively in place. It was Lord Azphel that spoke this time, "Young Daeva, you must train. You must train hard and you must train thoroughly, and even when you've finished that you must train yourself more. Train with no end in sight, train until you feel Aion's hand upon your blade. We will need every wing, every ounce of strength we can receive from Aion if he chooses to continue giving us daevas. There is a reason, though we cannot see it. Our strength and our will, shall not fail us as the others have. We will prevail and survive our world. Come young Daeva, let us celebrate a new life!"
With that we all returned to camp a new asmodian daeva added to the ranks of our new harsh world, Asmodae.
Personality[]
Alignment: Chaotic Good (will help others on a kinah, though not normally trusting, but is self destructive)
Motivations: unclear
Disposition: Adaptable, Distant, Articulate, Assertive, Compassionate, Composed, Disciplined, Frank, Good-natured, Self-Destructive, Thoughtful. He is very calm and collected most of the time. He has a very "get to the point" attitude. He doesn't like to be kept waiting, but will not make a huge deal out of nothing. He gives what he takes, whether it's information or blood. He respects those that earn it, but does not disrespect anyone if they have not proven to be scum. He prefers to be alone, but has no issues with taking up arms with other soldiers for the mission at hand. He believes that every daeva was made into a daeva to fight, so will speak to all daeva's as if they are soldiers, even if they are not. He tries to be open minded to changes in the last couple hundred years, but just like an old man, will think that everyone has gone soft.
Outlook: He sees everything having a purpose or fate. There are many paths to take, but one ending result. How you reach it is up to the one walking the path.
Religion/Philosophy: It's unclear if he has any strong religious beliefs, but holds true to his own belief that Daeva's were meant to fight, to end this war. He thinks that the day there are no more daeva, is the day that the war is over. He also believes that no matter the person... if you do not hold up your own morals and fight for what you think is right, you are nothing. If your strength is hurting innocence, you are nothing. If you kill Asmodians (whether human, or daeva), you will be hunted.
Sexuality: It's noticeable that he likes women, but he has not openly stated his preferences to anyone.
Positive Personality Traits: He will be there if you need him. You can count on him to get the job done.
He will always try to find a medium if the situation is dire enough.
He knows his limits and his own weaknesses, but refuses to give up when all it takes is a little push.
He is loyal.
He makes sure others are taken care of before himself.
Negative Personality Traits:
He is self-destructive
He continues to blame himself for things that happened decades past.
He doesn't relax often
He sometimes forgets to eat or sleep, trying to get a mission accomplished.
He forbids himself love
Misc. Quirks: He seems to become deathly silent or goes on a solo rampage if there is hint or word of lepharist activity. He destroys small lepharist encampments with swift and precise energy. He also seems to find his centurions visiting him in his home much too often.
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Legion: Bloody Ravens
Legion Rank: n/a
Legion Level: 2
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