Aradae | Fallen Elf

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✧ Persevering
✧ Indomitable Will
✧ Clever

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Envious
✦ Deceptive
✦ Wrathful

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Parents: N/A
Siblings: Agron
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: Kai
History:

A tale of two brothers, it's a common story trope.

Aradae and Agron; two Elven brothers; are at the core of this one. Warriors - and good ones at that. Protectors of Purgatory, slayers of Leviathan, monsters, and all kinds of threats while they kept the world going the course that God intended. They were a proud, unstoppable duo during their younger years - accomplishing many great feats in service to the Elves and ensuring that the creatures not only would not escape; but that they would not pose a greater threat to themselves or the other worlds than they already did.

Aradae was never considered normal by most elven standards. He enjoyed the violence and the thrill of the fight more than was considered acceptable - loving the rush he could get by cleaving through a powerful enemy alongside his trusted comrade in Agron, knowing that his brother would always have his back; it's why he jumped at the chance for the two of them to further their connection through a ritual called the Oath. An ancient Elven rite that would bound the two of them together; turning them into an unstoppable fighting force apparently, while giving them new responsibilities and station - one of them would serve as a emissary to Heaven, while the other would serve as an emissary to Hell - to ensure that both of the other realms were respecting the boundaries of Purgatory. Aradae isn't clear on how the selection works; but he was given Hell.

Initially; he wasn't bothered by this - but his trips to Hell quickly began to take a toll on him when he began seeing the things that Demons keep down there, and the things they do to the souls in their possession - while Agron found Heaven - a place where the souls would go for peace and light... Aradae walked through the dark passages of Hell and saw horrors done to human souls; and he knew even with his presence that it didn't matter. The demons would be running underhanded deals in places he could never hope to see, reach or investigate on his own. It wore down on him - in addition to the tendency of the "dark" one of the ritual to already be inclined to fall.

As it so happened one of those deals was to ensure that he wouldn't return home one day when he crossed the wrong demon - whose name he no longer even remembers given that he is no longer alive. Aradae was deep within the confines of Hell and conducting his duties when a trap was sprung. His escorts were killed, his methods of returning home swiftly taken or destroyed. Stripped of his armor and keeping only a spear - he found himself forced to scavenge and slip through the layers unseen - knowing full well he could trust nothing in the black smoke. He would send messages to home, pleading for aid, but none would come despite all of his begging.

He doesn't know how long he was in Hell, but it was years. And more than enough time to leave a notable scar on his sanity.

When he emerged out the other side and confronted the powers that be; he was informed it would have been too dangerous to retrieve him, and risk a war with the demons. Aradae, enraged, claimed they had made the first offense - and it was the demons that should be attacked by them due to taking on their emissary. The higher up elves, wanting to avoid a war between them and Hell, dismissed Aradae's cries for violence, as they had dismissed his pleas for help for years.

This pushed the elven warrior just a bit too far after all he had endured, and in a fit of rage and a show of remarkable endurance - he ripped free his grace before the powers that be, and fled into the wilds, renouncing his status among his people - and to his brother, and deciding that he would be better off on his own than with a pompous, weak society that was keen to abandon him in the depths of demon territory. He drifted from group of Fallen to group of Fallen; known as the Pale Emissary. He'd fight - because that was all he knew how to do - and the more he fought, the more he changed. Stronger, faster, his mutations came to be and he became something else entirely.

The next time he saw his brother, they fought. The bond they shared - the Oath - kept them from slaying one another. No matter how much they wanted to - they were equal, and they couldn't live without one another. Regardless of how close either came to ending the other - they could never pull the finishing blow.

It's also why when news hit Aradae of Agron being imprisoned, the Fallen Elf rushed back to the Elven city, fought and infiltrated his way in and broke his brother free.

They can't live without one another; and he refused to allow those bastards to do to Agron what they did to him. Leaving him out to dry as they did.




Alias: Revan
How did you find us?: Don't even remember
Experience: Too long
Other Characters: Revan, Daphne, Cecil, Jane, Scott, Robert, Zera, Amanda, Zee, Katie, Kenzie, Elias, Shale, Quinn, Amyl, Imogen, Max, Jodie, Maris, Daisy, Iblis, Roxanne, Nikki, Belphegor, Sylvia, Aura, Aethe, Alex, Mila, Veronica, Reave, Roni, Dracula, Murdock, Aimee, Clancy, Ripley, Sherlock, Wayden, Galahad, Lucen, Robin, Kinsley, Tres, Kaitlyn

RP Sample:

Revan let everything Lucy was saying hit her at once, and it felt like the feeling the Angel got when she was still powerful, when someone shot her with a shotgun. She felt terrible, like someone had punched her in the gut, or hit her with a baseball bat. She turned around and her hand went over her mouth, feeling like she was going to throw up. It was better that Lucy was dead than deserving this... No one deserved to be a ghost, the sad, sad existence.

Her throat tightened and tears began to well up, trying a hard as she could to keep from breaking down here on the floor.

She turned to Lucy, seemingly three shades paler, her hair not nearly as vibrant as it seemed to be three years ago, her grey eyes dulled to a shade of black. "Lucy... its 2013..." Revan hadn't been keeping track but she had counted three New Years celebrations since Lucy's death. Her hands went to her face and then back to her sides, her nails digging in to her palms until blood leaked down her fingers. "Three years.. I've counted. Three years I've slept alone in the bed. Three years I've drowned my sorrows I alcohol... Three years with my heart ripped from my chest without you here, Heaven and Earth becoming a living hell to me, leaving me with what options?" Revan wasn't going to lie, she had tried her hand at writing stories like Lucy, but that was the best poetry she could do, even if it was free verse.

Tears were dripping down her cheeks again now, and with the flick of her wrist the TV blinked to life and flicked to the news, where the date would be shown. "Everything I told you... Everything you thought I was crazy over, everything you would joke about... About me being an Angel was not a lie." Revan looked up at her again and then to the floor. "I m-missed you so... s-so much." Revan's legs stopped supporting her then and the pink haired woman fell on the floor, her head tilted down and her face in her hands, sobbing. She knew she shouldn't, but she felt as she did on the day of Lucy's death and funeral. Like all the life had been sucked out of her seeing the person she loved at this fate. But there was a part of Revan that was revived with this, the part of her that she had thought was buried with Lucy... Selfish as it may be to her, Revan was so, so happy Lucy was back.


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