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Name: Rain

Age: Physically appears to be around 30-32 [is actually quite old]

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/They [has stopped caring many years ago, no matter what he's mistaken as]

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Hair
Long and hangs down over his shoulder blades and mid-chest. Is a strange sort of gunmetal gray color, which often confuses those if he's young or old. It naturally falls into large curls and is quite luxurious when he actually takes care of it, but is often too absorbed in his own world and survival so it can get quite messy.

Eyes
A bright, almost peridot-shade of green. Paired with his hair, it almost makes him look cat-like.

Skintone
Quite pale, as he spends most of his time in a mostly-shaded forest. In some areas his veins can be seen.

Height
5'11"

Body Type
Long and lanky and can become almost alarmingly thin at times. However, it's just because he sometimes either forgets to eat or has more important things to do. When he does take care of himself though, he fills out rather well and is fit with long sinewed muscle. Just as a whole though, is rather small framed.

Notable Features
From a distance, Rain can be seen as rather androgynous based on his small frame and long hair, even sometimes mistaken as a woman but he has no real cares about these sorts of things. His expression is also almost always serious, sometimes to the point of a scowl, but if something or someone actually manages to get him to smile he holds much youth in his facial features.

He is covered in both scars from injuries as well as purposeful scarification and tattoos of witch runes over his body. They mostly spread over his chest, shoulders, shoulderblades and back, but some are also down his spine. There are also hidden runes down both sides of his arms and legs that can only be visible in the light of the full moon.

Style
Like his personality, part of his style reflects his eccentricities, while the other half is more of a reflection of a state of survival. A lot of his clothing is strange, both in style and color/design. It's often handmade, and made with scraps of things, leather from animals he hunted himself or dyed with things he found in the forest. He doesn't care much for style, and just happens to make whatever he feels like.

Personality
'World weary' is an understatement for the witch. He's lived a long time and gone through hell and back, almost literally, and has experienced significant trauma and death in his life. He often seems tired but it's more of that same weariness he has. He's a battered-down sort of man, but one that just wants to live in peace. As much as he also doesn't want to admit it, he is quite lonely.

Beneath this all though, he is a man who is curious, constantly in the search of knowledge, and endlessly in love with nature and all its intricacies and wonder. It takes significant work, but when getting him to talk about a topic he is passionate about, he could ramble on for a long time, but never leaving it boring for those who are willing to listen.

Despite that he often neglects himself, he is never neglectful of those who are dependent or leaning on him. Part of what has gotten him in trouble over the years is putting some others before himself. He also has a lot of strange quirks and eccentricities when it comes to being around him for a long time... due to not having much interaction with others most of his life.


Abilities:
He has studied and can control/use many kinds of magics, but he was born what would be considered a 'green' witch. He has the ability to borrow power from plants and even minor communication with them, and this also extends to some animals. His first familiar long ago passed on and gave them their powers, so he also can shapeshift into a cat - which also explains why some of his normal expressions can look so catlike. The kind of cat as well as size can change depending on the need. He has found however, that more often than not, dark magics have to be used to protect himself, which is also why he's riddled in scars both defensive as well as self-created, because dark magic often requires sacrifice of some kind. He can use magic by word and motion when it is more nature-based, but other types of magic he often has to use a staff of some sort - ultimately just depending on what he is trying to do. He is also significantly talented at making magical concoctions, potions, and medicines. He also can work with a raven he lives with [more on her in the history] including borrowing her form.

Likes:
Nature, flora/fauna, exploring, being able to focus on his work and studies, the pursuit of knowledge, the very few loved ones he's ever had

Dislikes:
Being in small places/enclosed especially in anything cage-like but in general is claustrophobic, being touched without permission, crowds of people that are more likely to be ignorant, anything to do with the church [including heavenly beings], the current king ruling the lands, fighting/conflict.

Humor Style
Has a rather sarcastic and almost dark sense of humor, often rather dry.

Witches run in Rain's lineage, but it doesn't make them any less despised. As soon as his eyes opened and revealed the bright, almost inhuman shade of green, his family knew that he was 'cursed' with powers of some sort. Because so many children in their family through the generations were born this way however, they did not merely damn their child to death. Instead he was immediately abandoned at the doorstep of another exiled family member - someone else that had been abandoned long before due to their magic.

Rain was named and raised by his 'Aunt' Summer, though he isn't sure if she was ever truly his aunt. She very well could have been an ancestor by many generations, but it didn't matter. She took him into her care and raised him as her own and gave him a life full of love, to help him attune to his powers. Unfortunately, Rain was a young teenager when his Aunt Summer was violently kidnapped, sacrificing herself by going with them without a true fight so that they would not find him stowed away. But he followed behind, desperate to find a way to save her, only to have to watch her be burned at the stake.

Because of this, Rain knew that he could never truly associate with regular people. His Aunt went out of her way to help them, make them medicines, heal their wounds, healed their animals and even helped use her powers to help their crops grow and save them from natural disasters. But in the end, when their lands were invaded by a new church of holy men, as soon as they heard of the woman they knew she was a witch. So it was then that the young man lived alone for some time all by himself. But eventually his loneliness became too great and he started to leave his aunt's forest cottage to mingle with others. He carefully followed in her footsteps, but not so blatant to show what he was capable of, and helped others. He decided however, that because he could not risk staying there to have the church find out about himself either, he needed to remain mobile.

For many years of his youth and well into his adulthood for decades, Rain became a sort of traveling witch to offer his services where needed. He would never stay in one place for very long, and so it was easy to escape and make a run for it if needed - but more often than not was run out of town after his services were used and then no one wanted to work with a witch any longer. Until one day, he was personally summoned by a prince, having heard of his potential. This prince was unlike his many royal fathers before him, and wanted to have witches at his side to help his rule. Thinking this was a way to make the prince a fair king one day, he agreed to help him. This, unfortunately, would be his ultimate downfall. Things did start out well, the prince and witch working with each other to make the lands wonderful. At some point, the pair even became lovers. It was true love from Rain's side, at least. He had not yet learned the manipulative true nature of the man who one day would be king. When that day arrived, everything became clear.

In fact, the prince had used Rain to kill the current king, even if he hadn't meant to - and this horrified the witch. The prince didn't want to wait any longer to become a king himself. So as soon as the prince became said king, his true colors came out. Everything that Rain did for him was used against others in cruel ways, in manners that Rain had never agreed to nor would ever assist with. Rain started to deny his king who had become a tyrant, and that is when the king decided to take the witch's fate into his own hands to force him to directly do evil against others. Because the witch refused, he was imprisoned and tortured in ways that are nearly unfathomable to the human mind. His body was broken first, in many different ways, and his mind was also shattered from many years of constant torture. It was here that his once flowing hair the color of a deep oak brown was drained of its color and left gray. But, thankfully green magic is a healing one, and helped keep even just a fragment of his true self alive.

At one point, Rain was able to escape. He was hunted for a very long time, but sought refuge in a forest beyond the outskirts of the king's control that was well known for its dark magics, monsters, and rumors that any who entered never came back out alive. While the king could have kept hunting him down, he also knew that it was only Rain that knew the secret to his father's death, and decided to leave him there so long as he didn't ever see his face or name again. The king found also that there were far easier witches to work with, those who embodied dark magic, and who never fought against his evil ways and thrived in it.

There was a time however, that the witch reached the end of how his own magics could heal himself after trying for many more years, and yet that still wasn't enough to ever fully heal what he had endured. He considered leaving this world to end his own pain and suffering, but one day a strange green-eyed raven found him carrying a message that someone in his family was looking for him. While he never fully left the forest to find out if it was true or not, instead at the very edge a baby girl was shoved in his arms. When she opened her eyes at him, he realized that their eye color was the same. She was his family, and he would put his all into her care, to try and care for her as his Aunt had for him.

So then it was just he and his 'niece,' Gale. As he raised his niece, the raven also stayed around and he discovered that she was a great ancestor of theirs, but cursed to the form of a [questionable] raven for all eternity. For the first time since he was a teenager which at that point many, many years had passed, Rain was happy. Gale became his everything, his reason for living and raising/teaching the young girl everything he could teach her about learning about her own powers. But one day as she was close to becoming a teenager herself, suddenly he got word that her parents wanted to make amends and meet their daughter. Rain had been open that he wasn't her father, and so swallowed his hesitations when the girl wanted to meet them as it wasn't his place to keep her from them.

To his dismay… she wanted to go with them to learn of the rest of her family and to live a life of that of a normal girl. He warned her of the dangers of people finding out about her, but she was young and stubborn. So he let her go. For some time, she did visit him but it became less and less. Then one day months after her parents took her back, he received the news that her parents had taken her to the church to be 'purged' of her powers and witchcraft. He did not know what horrors Gale must have gone through, but when he rushed out of his safehaven to meet her… her eyes had turned a normal shade of green and she seemed to have limited memory of him… and he could sense that her powers were ripped from her. Her parents immediately kept him away and convinced her daughter that he was evil, and she became afraid of him. Not being able to bear seeing her look at him in fear he watched her from afar, doing what he could to try and make her remember, to gain her powers back in subtle ways.

But unfortunately, losing Gale and then she forgetting him was not the last of his heartbreaks relating to her.

The raven, who he had named Autumn as an homage to his other family members, came with the gutting news that Gale had been murdered. Not just murdered, but slaughtered by a beast kept within the castle of none other than the king who had shattered his entire life. Her parents had sold her away as a servant there, and that was the last that had been her life.

It is here that the story begins.

Note: Mostly the body type and hair style is pretty close, the stuff I've outlined above with having gray/gunmetal colored hair, green eyes, and normal but pale skin would still apply, and no glasses. And definitely not wearing modern clothing.

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What I imagine one of his cat forms looks like:

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Basics





Species: Fallen Angel // Demon

Archdemon: Asmodeus (Prince of lust)

Age: Has only existed as a demon for a few centuries

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Has little care or understanding of human fixation with gender and sexuality.

Abilities: General demonic abilities (possession, shifting between realms, some mind-reading, and of course the ability to summon hellfire.)

As a soldier of Asmodeus, Vollnor has unique abilities mostly revolving around the mind. He can change a human's perception (hallucinations), read and control their emotions, and drive them quickly into madness.





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Physical Appearance





Hair

Long black hair that hangs to his mid-back.



Eyes

Default: Golden and glowing. His health determines the brightness of the glow.

Abilities: When his abilities are in use his pupils grow and take up the entirety of his eyes, turning them black and glossy.



Skintone

His skin is pale, with an ashy tint. His complexion has a dark undertone since his blood, like all demons, is black.



Height

6'5.

His wings and horns can cause him to appear taller, especially when his wings are lifted and spread.

Still, this is not terribly large for a demon.



Body Type

Vollnor is not the largest of demons. He is rather young in the scheme of eternity, but still is larger than most mortals and could easily overpower any human adversary.

He is muscular, especially around his chest and abdomen.



Notable features

He once had two slender black horns growing from the crown of his head. During his servitude, one was sawed off as a show of power over the demon. The horns sit further back on his head than in the reference.

Like all fallen angels he has wings. Once as white as the light of God, the feathers are now a dull and lifeless black. The feathers are soft- comparable to a raven's wings.



Style

Like all demons, Voll's preferred clothing is ahem none. His master demands that he wears a long skirt-like cover to keep him at least semi-presentable. He is pretty willing to wear what he is given, and it's probably best not to leave it up to him.







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Personality



A surprisingly gentle creature when not performing duties for his master. Vollnor seeks quiet and solitude when he can. Much of his once distinct personality has been lost along with his memories and sense of self. It is hard to say whether or not this can return, or if he will forever remain a shell of his former existence.



Trope

The Martyr



Likes

Few mortal experiences catch his interest, but there are a few small pleasures he finds in the world.

Tea, nature, good conversation, and of course the pleasure of the flesh. He is a follower of Asmodeus after all.



Greatest Fear

To love something more than himself.



Humor Style

He doesn't quite grasp the concept of jokes just yet.





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History



Is there a fallen angel without a tragic story?



Vollnor was created as a guardian angel. This was a common position among heaven's angels. He was never special or really seen. His duty was to follow his assigned human and watch over them for the entirety of their life. He would work to sway their life in positive directions, and his aura while following them would ward off evil. The human would never see him or know him in any capacity.



Voll found as he went through many human lifespans, that he felt loneliness. As an angel of heaven, he had the qualities of God. One of these qualities was love. Vollnor loved the humans he watched over, each and every one. Yet, he did not enjoy his angelic duties.



The final human he ever guarded was a woman. From her birth he was there, watching over every moment of her life. This girl was innocent in a way that most humans were not. The type to see beauty in the world and try to add to it. When she reached maturity he began to fall in love with her.



There, of course, was no greater sin for an angel. To fall in love with a human was a one-way ticket into the gates of hell. As much as Voll knew this, he could no more stop it than one could stop the rotations of the earth. With each passing year, his love and fondness for her grew and blossomed until it was a raging inferno of adoration. The angel could not fathom how a love so pure and fiery as his own could be a sin. Surely evil could not birth such emotions in him?



In the twenty-fifth year of her life, his loneliness became unbearable.



It was the dead of night when he appeared to her, slowly phasing into her pocket of reality. He had to be careful to dim his heavenly light or else she would be blinded. The peasant girl had been terrified initially but he had spoken with the gentleness of a midnight breeze. "Do not be afraid. I am your angel." She had been stunned by his unearthly beauty. Even more stunned by the phrasing "your angel".



Their secret love was a sweet sin they shared only in the night. For once Vollnor was not alone.



For two years they managed to keep their secret hidden. It is impossible to say how they were found out. The one truth of heaven is that it is full of eyes, and eventually, all sin is seen and judged.



Volnnor faced judgment day alone. He knew the consequences; Had known them all along. Most fallen angels share a reason for their demise, and it is usually found in their love for mortals. He was not afraid, for if it were a sin to love, then he must be truly evil.



He fell like a star from the heavens.



As he fell his body contorted and changed. Every inch of his flesh was in flames as the heavenly fire left him. All he knew was agony in those long moments of free falling. Atop his head, his skin had split open as two tiny horns began to push their way out of his skull. His wings had burned the longest, singed and blackened by the time he finally slammed through the earth and into the pits of hell.



As a newly born demon, he had been sorted carelessly under the reign of a prince of hell. The associated abilities had come to him but besides that, he was able to move freely.



His first move had been to return to the mortal plane and search for his lover. He had found her safe in her home and revealed himself to her. To his horror and devastation, she had not known him. Falling had made him unrecognizable to his beloved mortal. Her eyes fell upon the dark stranger with his graying skin, dark wings, and worst of all those sharp horns that had split from his head. She saw a demon, not the beautiful angel she had known. With a scream, she had rejected him. Her new guardian angel had revealed himself and cast the fledgling demon away.



Heartbreak was a suffering worse than being cast to hell.



The fallen angel had remained a gentle spirit, drifting through centuries of time. Some fallen angels sought vengeance, Vollnor only sought quiet.



Then came the Summoning. Vollnor did not know much about his own kind, let alone that mortals were able to summon them. A powerful witch had tied the low-level demon to the soul of a powerful and influential king. The demon had been trapped in a circle of powerful runes which caused him immense pain. Vollnor had made a deal in order to end the suffering with little understanding of what it would entail. His lack of understanding of his own kind had played into the hands of the mage.



The witch called the deal The Binding. As long as the lord was alive the demon would be forced to serve and obey him. His master was gifted with an unnaturally long life thanks to the same witch. The king used his demon pet as an enforcer of his will. Even a low-level demon was unstoppable to any mere mortal. So the king used him to conquer foreign kingdoms and enslave the people of the lands he claimed. Any man who crossed the king would meet a violent end by the hand of the king's pet.



The witch wreaked havoc on the mind of the demon. Over decades his mind became more and more warped and clouded. Violence and bloodshed, gruesome and unforgivable acts, pain and humiliation... These became the only things Vollnor knew as truths. Memories of an angelic life, of a mortal's gentle touch, even memories of an empty wandering through the earth all faded away.



His life had begun with the king. This was his creator, his master. Though he hated the lord he served, he feared him. He was certain this mortal held some great power over him. He just couldn't quite remember what it might be.



After several years of servitude, the king had one of the demon's horns sawed off to the skull. It had been to demonstrate his power over the evil beast. His horns were forever growing (compared to most demons they were still very small because he was so young) and so the sawed-off horn continued to grow without a point.



Vollnor knew little of his own abilities and typically was used as a physical terrifier. He could easily rip a mortal man to pieces and was unkillable by any mortal weapons. Over many decades he did begin to grow weaker. Even physically he was not as impressive as he had once been. His golden irises were dull and fading more by the year. His body was riddled with scars and long faded wounds. He spent all of his time in the shadow of his master, most of his day spent bowing with his face to the floor next to the king's throne. He was a spectacle for all to see.



All of the king's executions were done by the creature. They always took place in the throne room where nobles and some peasants could gather and watch. It was always a mixed reaction of horror, disgust, and excitement when the demon would kill.



Vollnor lost all sense of himself in the gore and found that he felt almost comfortable in this existence. Love was a distant concept that he was sure he'd never known. The conquered demon was now little more than the lord's dog.
 
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Oriel
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Basics


Age: Appears to be in his forties or fifties. He does not disclose his true age.

Gender: Male

Abilities: Oriel was born a dark witch with the unique ability to speak with the dead and other beings apart from the mortal plane. Later, as he practiced more dark magic (with the help of demonic and ghostly forces) he became a devastatingly powerful dark mage. Although his power comes at great sacrifice, he can manipulate the thoughts of those around him. He can sway opinions and emotions in his favor, as well as manipulate memories over long periods of time. He lacks physically damaging powers but has his ways of protecting himself.


Physical Appearance


Hair
Thick black hair that holds a natural curl. As of late he is counting more and more gray hairs peppering his scalp. It often grows down to his shoulders before he bothers cutting it or looking after it in any way.

Eyes
He was born with pale yellow eyes which held an unnatural light to them. They were a dead giveaway of unnatural abilities. As he grew older and began to partake more and more in dark magic, they slowly changed into a rusted red hue.

Skintone
He has a fairly heavy tan from spending so many hours outside in the castle's garden.

Height
6'1

Body Type
He could easily be described as bear-like. Oriel is a rather muscular man and quite imposing. He has excellent posture and naturally rests with his large arms folded over his chest.

Notable Features
Scars pepper the man's face and body. He has several runes carved into his body, and one in his left palm which is branded there.

Style
Oriel is not much for fancy dressing himself, but after joining the king's court he was forced to start wearing more appropriate attire. A white button-up never fully buttoned, and a waistcoat of sorts over top. Dark pants, the finest leather shoes- He didn't really care for any of it. It was all usually hidden anyway. He preferred to wear a hooded dark robe over his clothes.


Personality


Oriel can easily be described as a calloused man. He is not easily moved or swayed and seems to have no loyalties to anyone but himself. Selfish, guarded, cruel... These would all be fair estimations of his character. Although he is certainly one of the more powerful mages alive, he is not the type to boast or lay claim to such a title. He is a humorless man with a great capacity for violence when need be. He is defined by survival. Whatever he needs to do to survive, he will do.

He is not entirely without empathy, however. He has only one small soft spot and that is for others who wield magic like himself. He sees witches as a dying and hunted breed and will sometimes act to protect those of his kind.



History


Oriel had always known fear. Growing up he had been haunted by ghosts who would appear to and terrorize him, and even some demons who would feed from his energy. From a young age, he sustained many injuries from otherworldly creatures attacking him. His parents were very frightened of him, not only because of his magical nature but because of the mysterious things that would happen around him. He was ten when his parents sold him to a dark witch who lived alone in the swamps near their village. In those days magic wielders were more common and feared.

The woman who had bought him was a truly cruel creature. A deeply devoted summoner who called upon low-level demons to do her bidding. She used the boy as a workhorse to fetch the things she needed for rituals. Oftentimes this meant trapping live animals for her to sacrifice. Oriel hated to catch living things knowing what she would do to them. He had a deep fondness for animals and couldn't easily stomach the guilt of delivering innocent creatures into the witch's claws.

Sienna was absorbed in her work at all times and so young Oriel often was left to the mercy of evil entities. They would torture him at night, clawing and biting at him. It was as if they could tell he could see them. They were curious about what that might mean, and often delighted when they realized they could touch him. Could harm him.

As he grew older, Oriel paid more attention to the woman who he lived with. He began writing down the rituals she performed and asking questions where he could. What did this rune symbolize? What were these markings for? When it came to her work, Sienna was quite open. She enjoyed bragging and demonstrating when it made her look impressive.

He was thirteen years old when Sienna began to use him in her practices. Because of his attachment to the other realm, he was an especially powerful conduit for her summoning. She would carve the necessary runes into his skin and use him as a catalyst, drawing in even more powerful demons than before.

For years her dangerous exploits only grew more unmanageable. She was never satisfied, desiring more. She wanted the world to fear her, perhaps she even wanted the demons themselves to fear her. Oriel had made himself a disciplined student although he doubted Sienna ever meant to be his teacher. He was convenient to her. As convenient as the body of a rabbit she might slice open.

Her luck ran dry when he was seventeen. She summoned a demon too powerful to hold, and the teenager watched as the woman who had (somewhat) raised him was brutally ripped apart. He had acted quickly upon seeing the scene, and using her ritual knife he had carved a vicious-looking rune into his left palm. A binding rune. He had seen her make deals like this many times before. She may have failed this time, but he couldn't. His blood had dripped into the summoning circle, and the demon had turned its attention to him. That was the first deal he ever struck.

In exchange for his soul, this demon had promised him lifelong protection against all enemies. Mortal and otherwise.

The day he lost his soul, Oriel's eyes had turned a deep crimson. He had partaken in magic so dark it was unforgivable. Working with demons was one thing, but selling his soul was another entirely. He belonged to the fires of hell now.

Throughout his life, he struck many more deals. Long life. Youth. Knowledge. Many things he gained at great expense to himself. He grew to be a clever man. He used his abilities to befriend powerful people and work for them. The biggest player was always the one he worked for. His loyalty only extended to himself. His kind became hunted by mortals and their numbers soon dwindled to near extinction. Throughout all his travels he kept the demon he was bonded to a complete secret. He never summoned the creature unless absolutely necessary.

When he met the king he was simply looking for a new boss to offer him easy protection from the mortals who hunted his people. He had never worked for someone quite like the king before, however. He wanted the powers of the other realm to help him claim every kingdom around them as his own. Oriel had been largely uninterested in lending his hard-earned abilities to this bastard, but he could comply to a degree.

He performed The Binding on the king, tying him to a low-level demon. A fallen angel. They were a rare breed, and Oriel was surprised at how easy it was to warp the dark angel's mind. The creature was usually passive unless The Binding called him to act.

This gift to the king landed him a permanent spot in his court and under his protection. Oriel did not particularly enjoy the sight of a demon being paraded around like a dog. He knew better than anyone how dangerous it could be to underestimate a being like that. However, his own safety was his main concern and this was too good of a guarantee. Still, he had no loyalty to the king and often dreamed of getting the chance to end him.
 
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Age: Physically, stopped aging at 56

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Whatever is needed to get what he wants. [Note: Is currently married to his third queen]

Abilities: While human, Gabriel does not stand idly by to let magic do all his dirty work… just most of it. He often used to ride with his armies, and does a lot of his own destruction, in a way. He is quite strong for a human strength-wise, but also has a commanding presence. When he puts on a pleasant face, he is quite charming and silver-tongued. When that does not win over what he wants, he is a figure of power and intimidation. Despite using underhanded tactics, he is an impressive strategist and knows the ins and outs of ruling a kingdom, despite doing so under tyranny. However, ever since The Binding, his appearance has halted in its aging, and he has become far more powerful.

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Hair: Long, and blazing red though has significant gray coming through. He comes from a long line of gingers, and often keeps it braided neatly, including his beard.

Eyes: Icy blue, appear cold even when smiling

Skintone: Pale, but quite freckly. Despite that he does spend significant time outdoors, Gabriel merely just burns and then freckles

Height: 6'1"

Body type: A human wall. He, much like his new witch, is built with significant muscle. He is far wider, however, and even his gut that has increased with age is actually muscle. He and his generations for him were all essentially built and trained in this way, imposing physically as he is with his power.

Notable features: Across his right eye is a long scar that goes from up past his hairline down to nearly his lips. It looks far more jagged than a normal scar, however. He does not speak of it when asked, and rumors have been made to say that it's because of his battles with other countries or nations. However, it is leftover from his days as a young king when a certain first witch fought him to escape.

Style: When in court, the king wears the expected pomp and circumstance that comes with what is expected from royalty. He will wear only the finest qualities. However when he is out, he is more attuned to wearing furs and armor.

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Personality: A small summary would be: Domineering, Controlling, Manipulative. Malicious. Cruel. Self-centered to an extreme. Gabriel is a man who gets whatever he wants, no matter the cost. And what he wants is everything. He wants to be the ruler of everything and everyone. Even when [not if] he rules over the countries around him, he knows he will continue. Nothing satiates his greed. He also doesn't take no for an answer, no matter what the ask or command. If he does not change the person's mind by force or merely take what he wants by force, he finds other means to force their hands. He cares not for the people of his lands, and only what they can do for him, which is also how he has treated his wives. He also unsurprisingly has a violent temper, and has been known to commit atrocities by himself well before The Binding.

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History: He was born into royalty, but wasn't the first son of his father. He was the second, which meant that nothing would really ever go to him because his elder brother was the first born. Even as a young child… he couldn't stand that idea. When he was 10 and his brother was 12, a terrible 'accident' happened that resulted in his younger brother being flung off of a horse and cracking his head open on a rock. Or at least… that's what it was made to look like. And so Gabriel became the crowned prince. The Blythe royal family weren't always considered tyrants or barbarians, ruling with more of a 'firm but fair' hand. But that was too weak-hearted for Gabriel even as a child. He couldn't stand how as a kingdom they didn't have everything and anything they wanted. Despite that his father had no suspicions of his son, his mother knew something was terribly wrong with him but didn't dare say it. When he was 13 and his mother became pregnant again, she too had an 'accident' in which she tripped down stairs and lost her baby as a result. Gabriel couldn't stand knowing that he would have possibly competition and another sibling would have more attention than himself. Knowing the truth of how it had happened and fearful of what her son was/would become, the Queen took her own life. It was said that it was because of the grief of losing two children, so Gabriel continued to go undetected.

Knowing he would need his father, Prince Gabriel was the ever-dutiful son to learn everything he could about ruling under the guise of wanting to help his father and to take over well into adulthood when his father died of old age. However, it was only so that he could learn everything he could, wanting to become king as soon as possible. At 18, however, something new and interesting entered his life - and that was the report that there was a witch traveling along their lands. The current king demanded that the witch be found and burned, but Gabriel knew that witches had power, and power is what he wanted. So he soothed his fathers concerns and summoned the witch himself - known as Rain. Gabriel, as much as he could admit, was fascinated by the man - mostly because of his power and abilities. It was also perhaps the first long-con effort he had put into gaining someone's trust that wasn't required by his heritage, and begrudgingly - he would admit that Rain had become a friend and confidant - but not for everything. He bided his time, using Rain's abilities as best as he could. Eventually after turning 20, he seduced Rain for the first time, and the two became secret lovers. When he was almost 21 however, he had manipulated the witch to make him a concoction that killed his father - unbeknownst to Rain at first.

This became clear after his royal coronation, when his control over the other man was just as tyrannical as the new rule over his kingdom. After he was defied too many times by 'his' witch and started to torture Rain, he also took his first wife. But one thing became suddenly clear - when she became pregnant, he realized that in her womb was his potential replacement. It was during this time that he personally went to break the man he had manipulated for so long on a nearly daily basis… he also systematically killed off his own children. As soon as it was revealed that they were male, he took his sons and then they never returned, reporting to his queen that they had suddenly died. At first, Gabriel only took the lives of his own sons but at the realization that his daughters were also getting attention and their future marriages would make alliances - he killed them off as well: Including one of his daughters who was old enough to walk, talk, and call him her father. His first wife also took her own life at being forced to believe that her womb was 'cursed.'

This continued through his second wife/queen until the day that Rain escaped his grasp, done so on the day that one of his new sons was born while he was distracted.

Until he met the witch known as Oriel, Gabriel also is currently married to his third wife, the second dying under mysterious circumstances. But perhaps most oddly - he kept one child alive. A daughter, who was born partially deformed. He allowed her to live because she would never rule, never be a viable princess for an alliance for a future kingdom, and because she relies on him solely.

This 'bond' which is a strain to the word, is what first interested Gabriel in the concept of having another living being bound to him that he can use as he wished. He had learned of such things from Oriel when it came to demons and other creatures alike, and is what set The Binding in motion. He was getting older, and besides the fact that his body was slowing, he realized that he could do so much more when controlling more than just armies willing to die in his name.
 
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