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NAME: Albel Lionet
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Deatu
APPEARANCE: Tall and lean, Albel is the ideal specimen of any humanoid. His has a nice build, perfect complexion, tan skin, crisp, golden eyes and in many ways is ideal. His hair is slightly wild, ‘spiky’, and shaggy, coming down to just below his ears, though his hair would be much longer wild if most of the severely longer strands weren’t bound inside duel tightly wrapped white cloth that comes down two his ankles. He wears a black tank-top that unfortunately has become so torn and cut that it only covers half of his chest and back. The rest is exposed. He wears black shorts that cut off just below his knees and has a thick red clothe wrapped around his waist where his pant line would be. It’s tied off to the side and hides the leather strap that holds up shingled armour that hangs over his legs. The extra bit of red cloth holds the old, worn sheath of Albel’s sword: The Litra. He has a tough, leather glove that comes up to his elbow on his right arm, it has red string criss-crossing on the top, apparently keeping tight, though sometimes it seems uncomfortably tight. In the fingers of this glove are thick pieces of precious mythril, sharpened into claws (and stained red from numerous kills) to make it ideal for slicing. His shoes are also armoured, perfect for kicking people.
Albel’s original Incarta is around his eye and looks similar to the eye of Ra, but the tattoo like marking (that’s obsidian coloured and tends to shine in the light) has spread from his left eye down his neck and has intricately covered his shoulder and shoulder blade (all on the left side). It appears to resemble a wing. Another Incarta has begun to appear on his abdomen, appearing to be a very complicated design representing a black hole.
PERSONALITY: Many would describe Albel as cold, cruel and all around as rotten as you could possibly get. He has a very short temper for those he deems unworthy and is pretty sure no one save for a select few can even call him a friend. He’s not afraid to make anyone look bad, and loves to see someone ‘lower’ than him suffer. Albel Lionet hardly even seems to respect the Matria at times, and many times disregards orders to perform the battle the way he likes. He constantly seems to be thinking deeply, and most often will engage in Mei-cha to escape his horrible reality. He is one of the most racist Awakeners and holds a firm and strong grudge against the ‘normal’ people. Albel demeanour seems to ward off most people, and that’s the way he likes it. Though he commands respect from anyone and everyone, he also tends to rule his select warriors through fear as well. Many see him as having a confident or even cocky attitude towards everything he does; however, this is to cover up the self-loathing that has eaten at him for years. There is a rumour however, that the Domin will be ‘nice’ (or at least somewhat respectful) to someone who has earned it.
ALLIANCE: Awakener
RANK: Domin
INFERICUS OR NATURAL: Natural
IMMORTALIS: Cerus: The Incarta swarms all over his body, covering him in complete obsidian darkness. His eyes become completely black though they appear to have some sort of ethereal flame burning behind them. His gloved hand morphs and shifts to become a blood red arm that has grossly large claws, while his other remains remotely humanoid. Two horns pierce out from his forehead and all of his teeth become stained with red, his tongue splits and an extra set of canine teeth come in from the surrounding gum line. His clothes have shifted into crimson coloured armour that could’ve only been forged in the underworld as they seem to reek with malice. Four giant raven wings protrude from his back and allow him to fly for short distances. He often comes down from above, frightening villagers. The Litra grows and becomes a gigantic black blade that’s broken and extremely sharp; it has the capability of cutting through almost anything in this form. Some of the most obvious powers are flight, extraordinary strength, regeneration and crushing the wills of his opponents.
WEAPON: He only wields The Litra, a plain, double-edge sword that he found when he was a child, wandering the desert.
HISTORY: Albel came from the village that the Matria has targeted. He holds a deep loathing for anyone in that place, as they cast him out and murdered his father for trying to save him. When they tossed him out, Albel was forced to wander the Lumiun Plains for three weeks before anyone found him. He was there when the desert split open and took in the abandoned children, and for that, he will defend the Lumiun Plains with all his might.
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