Salon II
Born Acre - Near Jerusalem in 14 B.C. A Jewish rebel against the Romans. Job, AKA, Jehova's Sword was guilty of many murders in the name of Judea. This was old Job. Now he stands amonst the Clan Assamite, sired by his first true love in Palastine when a young man and taken to Alamut for his training. From then on his service has always been with his Clan, but he has served alongside many, including the Knights of Templar. Now his loyalty is held in the hands of Si'annae, the Shi'aarae Daughter. He stands tall and athelic, a dark and swathy almost Arabic looking man, his nose betrays his Jewish heritage, dressed in black, his eyes reflect the wisdom of many centuries.
A devilish grin looks up to you contrary to the sadness in his eyes, back to the roots of his old way. Around, or wherever you want me to be. I have long black hair with silver streaks down to my ankles. Black wings that have silver tips and bright silver eyes that seem to devour you as they gaze upon you. I am an Esperantillian (ask and you should know). I appear to be 21 but what is age? A wonder... a sadness. I am and I have absorbed. Part angel and devil. I am a soul drinker . . . shall I devour? My body is of medium build with an athelic build. A crystal long sword hangs at my side. . . among all my last possession in this unfamiliar lands called. . . home. "A blade of no darker color than the color of red bears no beauty compared to those of the smallest cuts, for those are the ones that bear the most wounds, not the ones that kill, but the ones that injure. Is that a threat? or a promise?"
Standing a regal 7ft with a lithe form, pale skin, opalescent sivery hair, solid green-black eyes. Enormous opalescent silver tipped wings (3) set wings. Normaly nude, appears single set wings. During War: Armoured from head to foot with 6 Elemental Wings in Living Nodic Metal. Well Armed Damascus "soul" sword. "Words don't matter when the times are hard, actions are your only solace.
Celestia Created by passion, sweet invention of dreams Anton Guillaume Entragain Aires Cer'jac At birht, my father gave me up for adoption. Lucky for me, he handed me over to the All Mother. My father of origin was a vampire and mother of origin a mortal woman who passed on at during child birth. Thus, at birth, I was a Vampeal. The Ungod took me under his care as his flesh and blood. Over time, my entire genetic structure was altered to that of Demogorge and Imajian Divine. Infussed with the blood of divine parents, I became a demi god. I never look back to the past and thank the creature who gave me up. There are no regrets or sorrow for the father, the Marquis de Sade, and mother that never were. My true parents are the All Mother and the Ungod. I'm still learning to master my new station and abilities.
Family Sentinel
Conceived from dark dreams
Born of spells, and unearthly things
In silver chains and ko'lar bond
Forever to serve in surrender
Stolen away in cover of night
Bid in silence by moonlight
To be the prize of a new estate
An inferno deep within
A prayer for peace of heart
Alas though no tears shall show
For grace and hope alive
Image Copyrighted to Gerald Brom
Demi Imajian Deity
Regent over the Muses
