Soryn (A.K.A Seraph, The Reluctant, Achlys) is a half vampire half angel, as well as the daughter of the vampire lord Vincent Von-Carstein.
Features #
- Eyes: covered, but presumed solid white with bloody tears
- Height: 4'11 in vampire form, ███ in seraph form.
- Weight: 70lbs in vampire form, ███ in seraph form
- Age: ████
- Hair: jet black in vampire form, pure white im seraph form
- Skin tone: bloodless corpse
- Role: healer, support,
AFFRONT TO GOD - Pronouns: She/Her
- Alignment: lawful good in vampire form, Īꞥȼꝋꞥꞩꝋłⱥƀłē in seraph form
- Features:
- Clothes are constantly tattered, blood soaked, and heavy, covering her disgusting body
- Blood soaked rags over her eyes. A vile creature such as her has no right to see
- Long, unwashed hair. A beast like her does not deserve to look pretty
- Constantly crying, as she should be.
Haunted tormented vile disgusting evil deathly deserves to die rancid rotting.Peel your flesh off peel your flesh off peel your flesh off peel your flesh off peel your-- Scars
E V E R Y W H E R E
Personallity #
Soryn is extremely meek, always hiding and never making eye contact with anyone. She lives in shame and guilt. She is a pacifist, the very idea of harming another person causes her to be sick. She exists to harm herself to heal others. Its the least she can do to repent. Her kit revolves around brutally mutilating herself in order to heal those she ~~pretends to~~ care about. However, if those she loves are threatened, she can use the souls of those she reluctantly killed to black out and transform into Seraph form. Her powerful offensive form where she loses all control… In her seraph form, she is able to do things such as: ███ ███ LOVINGLY█████████ █████ ██ █████████ ███ █████ ██████ ███ █████ ███ ███ SUFFERING ████ ███ ████ ███ ██ █████ ████ ███ ████ █████ FREE THEM █████ ██ ███████ ███ ███████ ███ █████ ██ ██ ████ ███ ██ ████ ███ ████ VIOLENTLY ██ ████ ███ ███████ ██ ████ ███ ████ FLESH AND MARROW ████████ ███████████ FEED██████ ████
- Ideals: death.
- Bonds: Nothing anymore.
- Flaws: Everything
- Fears: herself
- Short term goals: save lives
- Long term goals: R E P E N T
- Motivations: guilt
- Allies: none
- Enemies: the undead, herself
Angelic Hierarchy #
| Rank | Name | Decription | Number |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Chayot | The Chayot is the highest Angel in the Celiestial Hierarchy Typically the subject of worship for other celestials. The Chayot does not live in the metaphysical plain, rather, living in a state of omnipresence. the Chayot is everywhere. the chayot is nowhere. the chayot does and does not exist. the Chayot is as real as a nightmare, as holy as the dirt. it lives, but it does not breathe, it has no eyes, but sees all. it knows what you did. it knows what you will do. I̴t̵ ̸K̷n̴O̴w̶S̴ ̷I̵t̸ ̷A̴l̴L̶.̴ ̵R̵e̵P̴e̴N̷T̸.̴ ̸C̵r̸Y̶.̵ ̴I̴T̵ ̵w̷O̶n̵T̶ ̵s̵A̵v̸E̷ ̵Y̷O̶U̸ | One infinite none at all everything is the Chayot. nothing is the Chayot |
| 2 | Ophanim | The Ophanium are the hand and will of the Chayot. they act as the celestial enforcers of the will of the Chayot. There may never be more than 6 Ophanim at one time. to have more would M̴͇̎Å̵̱k̷̲͝Ě̵͕ ̴͖̚ḿ̵͙E̶̞͘ ̵͙̈́C̷̢̽r̷̜̍Y̴̛̻. | 6 |
| 3 | Erelim | The Erelim are the soliders of the chayot their may always be exactly 666 Erelim soliders. they serve to invade the world one day, and cast the sinners down to burn in agony. Ħēⱥɍ Ⱦħē Ⱦɍᵾᵯꝑēⱦꞩ. Ꞧēꝑēꞥⱦ.Ħēⱥɍ Ⱦħē Ⱦɍᵾᵯꝑēⱦꞩ. Ꞧēꝑēꞥⱦ.Ħēⱥɍ Ⱦħē Ⱦɍᵾᵯꝑēⱦꞩ. Ꞧēꝑēꞥⱦ.Ħēⱥɍ Ⱦħē Ⱦɍᵾᵯꝑēⱦꞩ. Ꞧēꝑēꞥⱦ.Ħēⱥɍ Ⱦħē Ⱦɍᵾᵯꝑēⱦꞩ. Ꞧēꝑēꞥⱦ.Ħēⱥɍ Ⱦħē Ⱦɍᵾᵯꝑēⱦꞩ. Ꞧēꝑēꞥⱦ.Ħēⱥɍ Ⱦħē Ⱦɍᵾᵯꝑēⱦꞩ. Ꞧēꝑēꞥⱦ.Ħēⱥɍ Ⱦħē Ⱦɍᵾᵯꝑēⱦꞩ. Ꞧēꝑēꞥⱦ. | 666 |
| —— | ———- | ———-COPOREAL ANGELS———– | ———— |
| 4 | Malakh | The Malakh are the first Corporeal angels. they serve to deliver the messages of the Chayot to the orders around heaven’s kingdom. they carry orders and information from the intangible to the Corporeal angel orders. | 333 |
| 5 | Erelim | The Erelim are the leaders of each Order, as well as the first class of angel who may be born a mortal. most angels come from Convents. each of these convents are based around a Erelim, who is elected from among the Seraphim | 1 per convent |
| 6 | Seraphim | The Seraphim are the highest council of the Convents. the seraphim are appointed from the Archangels by the Erelim. their may be only 3 per Covenent. | 3 per convent |
| 7 | Archangel | The archangels are the senior members of the convents. they serve as the defenders, enforcers, and lawmakers of the convents, as well as the teachers and mentors of the lower classes. one may become an archangel by being chosen for promotion from among the fully ordained cherubim. | no limit |
| 8 | Cherubim | The Cherubim are the ordained members of the Convents, as well as the first class of proper, immortal angels. they are the heart of the Convents, serving as the nuns and monks of the Convents. they are made up of all the Ishim who have graduated to ordanance | no limit |
| 9 | Ishim | The Ishim are the mortals of the Convent. they are all of the humanoid creatures of pure flesh who have been accepted to study at the Convent and train to one day become an angel. they are the lowest class of the order, serving primarily as students, servants, and caretakers of the Convent. | no limit |
Awakening #
Soryn never knew much of her past. Her oldest memories always where her days as a priestess of the order of Aegis. this holy order was one of the few remaining angelic orders; small secluded temples in the clouds in which angels and their Convent lived and worshipped together. one day, a young Soryn was found by some angels unconscious at the foot of a mountain, wearing nothing but rags, with hair long and matted, her skin clinging to bone like Cellophane, as if she had not eaten in centuries.
This group of angels took in the Emaciated Soryn, bringing her to their Convent and nursing her back to health. they could tell something was strange with her. she had no memory of who she was or where she came from. she couldn’t even remember her name. and no matter how much food they fed her, her cheeks remained as hollow as a corpse, and her muscles as weak as sponge. despite her sickly condition however, she was determined to help around the convent. she was eventually accepted into this community as an Ishim, where she devoted her whole being to worship and service.
Her passion and zeal for the celestial faith proved her benefit, as despite her deathly condition, she rose the ranks and earned the title and powers of “Angel”.
Her ascension ceremony to Cherubim was all but normal, however. from the moment she stepped into the acention chamber, her skin burnt. and when she layed down upon the table for the ritual to turn her into an angel, she spasmed ans screamed as if it were an Exorcism, her limbs contorting in ways unnatural to man. and when the time came for her to sprout wings, rather than smoothly grow from her back, the wings pushed up from below, worming under her skin like a parasite before violently tearing through her skin with an agonising and bloody scream. the ritual was so traumatic for her that she nearly died, needing constant medical care for days to remain alive. strangely however, once she had awoken, her endless hunger and weakness was gone, the empty void insider her being filled by Celestial light. her skin began to regain its colour, and she grew strong enough to leave her bedchamber and live as the others did.
however, the other angels at the Convent shunned her. her fellow Cherubim excluded her from their groups and spoke hushed whispers to each other as she walked by. rumours of secret demonic possession and evil nature filled the social scene of the Convent. unbeknown to them however, the Erelim knew the truth, he had read about this in the ancient texts, heard stories of it happening in other Convents. there was not a doubt in His mind, Soryn was a vampire.
Rather than kill her however, the Erelim decided that her secret must remain hidden. he could tell she had no idea of her blood taint, in his eyes she was a poor, innocent girl who was attacked by a vampire and left for dead at the foot of the mountain. the Erelim reasoned that since she had lost almost all her symptoms immediately after completing the ceremony, surely the acention had purified this sickness from her blood….right…?
The Event #
Soryn continued to climb the ranks of the angelic order, rising through the ranks faster than any angel before her, eventually being chosen to become a Seraph by the Erelim himself, after her predecessor fell fighting against the onslaught of the horsemen. Soryns tale was up to this point, a happy one full of determination and passion; proving that no matter what, you can always accomplish your goals. but unfortunately, this is not where Soryn’s story ends.
one cold winter morning, Soryn rose from meditation to the cascading chorus of cannon fire, and the sharp ring of clashing swords. the Order was under attack.
The archangels and Cherub fought hard defending the temple, but one by one, they fell. before Soryn knew, the assailants were pounding down the grand stone doors of the inner chamber. she and her two peers were able to slay forty score of undead, before they too fell to their blades. she watched helplessly as the Litch king himself confronted the Erelim. surely Soryn’s mentor would be able to kill the litch king right? the Erelim can save her. she was wrong. she watched in horror as the undead used some form of artefact to stun the Erelim, as the Litch king drew his blade, and slashed the throat of her mentor.
watching her mentor die such a mortal death caused something inside Soryn to break. suddenly, her wounds closed with a hiss, and her eyes grew white with rage. her wings grew black and shrivelled and her halo darkened as if dirty. she. will. kill.
Soryn awoke in a daze laying in front of the burnt down temple, her arms and hands stained blood red, and her fingers adorned with thick claws. looking upon her once home she saw piles of brutalised corpses. in her blackout she did not just slay the undead, she had torn her injured and dead brothers limb from limb, their bones laying cracked upon the rubble, their marrow sucked out. hundreds of men and angel alike lay in bloody piles, half eaten and ripped into unrecognisable piles. she knew. she did this.
The Past #
when Soryn snapped, so to did her amnesia. she remembered everything about her past. her name was Achlys Von-Carstein and she was the daughter of the Vampire lord.
she lived as the rebellious daughter of the family, always hating her father and his ways. and when her human mother died, she ran away. she managed to get pretty far from home, before she was accosted by a group of bandits who chased her to the edge of a cliff. left with no other option, Achlys jumped down the side of the mountain to escape her pursuers. the extreme trauma would have killed any normal vampire, but strangely, she managed to enter a regenerative, coma-like state known as deathrest, where her body shut down and she remained barely alive. until she was nursed back to health by the angels.
The Future #
now Soryn stands as a fallen angel, a woman who broke her pact with the Chayot and accadently killed the only family she knew. now that she is surely being hunted by the Heavens themselves, she is left with no other choice but to return to her family’s ancestral home, and confront her father.