Maharani
Name: Maharani
Gender: Female
Species: Darkened Seraph
Appearance: Like all Seraphs, Maharani’s wings are layered; black, green, and blue are all combined in various orders to form them. Her skin is sun-kissed and she is quite beautiful to look at--she has an oval-shaped face with high cheekbones and full red lips. Her hair--and her eyes--are a bit of an oddity, though. Her hair is similar to her wings in a way that whenever it moves, the colors ripple from black to different hues of blue and green. The same can be said for her eyes but in a different way; she may wake up one morning with sapphire eyes, have green eyes in a few hours, wait a minute and have both black- and green-colored irises, or blink and have one blue colored and one green colored iris. Maharani herself has not been able to explain why this occurs.
Underneath all of Maharani's beauty lies an abundance of muscle from the bow (and other weapons) she wields so easily. All of her muscle and being six feet, four inches in height has only enhanced her already prominent figure.
Abilities: Obviously, Maharani can fly. She also has strong ties to dark reiatsu, and elemental magic; earth and water magic, more specifically. Maharani is well-trained in hand-to-hand combat, archery, and various weaponry.
Backstory: Maharani was trained as an archer on Evylon near the barracks of Altum Turri in the Empire of Halgia and she was the best of her group. She was so good, in fact, that she was advanced to different combat methods, such as hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. She was a part of a secluded force of Seraphs that were created to defend Evylon from a threat that was believed to come. It came--in the form of a demon. Chaos ensued, and Maharani lost everything; her lover died, and the child that she bore did as well. (The child was conceived because Maharani's lover was raped. Don't worry, I understand the birbs and the bees. :p)
FLASHBACK:
“It’s too strong.”
“I know.”
“You know.” Harian raised a blonde brow at her. “What are you going to do about it?”
Nearby, an explosion of dark reiatsu scattered the two Seraphs. Tilted sideways, they flew away from the blast and back to each other with only three powerful flaps of their wings.
The one on the left turned her dark eyes to her companion and smirked. “What I always do: win.”
It was obvious by the way she talked that she was overconfident; she believed that she could win anything and survive whatever she walked into.
This time, she would walk away.
But she would not win.
“I… don’t think that you should go; we should flee and regroup.” Harian drew closer, searching Maharani’s eyes. “And the child… she tires me. It would be best to live and fight another day.”
Maharani pressed her hands onto her lover’s shoulders. “We will be fine. Trust me, Love. I can defeat the demon. It is what I was trained for.”
“It isn’t that I don’t trust you,” Harian argued. “I do. I just… have a bad feeling about this.”
Maharani smiled patronizingly. “Of course you do. Ever since you found out that you were pregnant you’ve always had one bad feeling or another.” She pressed her lips to Harian’s. “We will be fine. Wait for me until I get back.”
Harian opened her mouth, as if she was going to argue, but she shut it. “Very well. But be careful.”
The dark-haired Seraph’s lips curled up. “When am I not, Love?”
Rolling her eyes, Harian gave her a look. “I just admire how humble you are, lover.”
“Don’t lie. You despise it, Love,” grinned Maharani.
As Maharani floated back towards the ground, she blew a kiss back at Harian. “Don’t miss me too much!” she called.
Shaking her head, Harian moved to head back towards the protection of the base.
Before she could even turn around, a bolt of darkness shot into Harian’s chest. A look of surprise on her face, Harian lurched forward. She came crashing towards the ground, and her short blonde hair whipped over her face as her wings--the pure white wings that so many other Seraphs coveted--flared to try and save her.
Her wings failed.
But all Maharani could think was that she failed.
As Harian’s body slammed into the ground, Maharani screamed and reached for the dead body. She whipped out her bow and shot an arrow at the lesser demon that had somehow gotten past the defenses. Even though she was distressed, her aim rang true and the arrow, laced with light reiatsu, shot through the shoulder--or what Maharani thought was its shoulder--of the demon.
“Tie it up!” she ordered, not even checking whether or not anyone listened.
Maharani sprinted back towards her and pulled Harian’s blonde head into her lap. Frantic to find a pulse, Maharani pressed two of her fingers to her moon-white neck.
“B-back s-so s-soon?” stuttered Harian.
Maharani chuckled, choking on a sob. “You need to stay with me, Love.”
“T-t-told you I had a b-bad f-feeling about t-this.”
“I know, Love, I know.”
“I-I j-just have t-to t-tell you--”
“It can wait until after a healer comes here… I NEED A HEALER!” Maharani yelled over her shoulder.
Harian clutched at Maharani’s hand and squeezed it. “I-I… l-love… y-you.”
And with those words, Harian’s head fell back, her eyes staring at nothing.
Upon finding no pulse to greet her, Maharani recoiled, clutching at her heart. Time stopped; she stopped.
Her only friend and lover… was dead. There was no heartbeat that showed that the light of her world was still alive.
Dark reiatsu exploded around the two, but Maharani made no gesture from where she knelt. A glistening tear rolled down her cheek as she pressed her face into Harian’s neck. She began to cry, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs. “Harian… Harian… come back,” she repeated over and over. “Come back…”
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TWENTY YEARS LATER
She was staring at Harian’s dead body when she felt a hand on her shoulder. “You failed me, Love,” a voice sneered. “You let me die.”
“Harian?” Maharani looked up from her lover’s dead body in disbelief, only to find Harian herself glaring back at her. “W-what are you doing here?”
“Getting my revenge.” Harian’s eyes were full of rage. “You let me die and I am here to make you pay for that. Do you know what I have endured because of your arrogance?”
Guilt and fear filling her eyes, Maharani shook her head. “I didn’t… I tried everything to try and save you. I even wanted to resurrect you, Love.” A tear dripped down her face. “Please, Harian… consider what we had. We were lovers,” she finally sobbed. "You were pregnant with our child."
She heard the scream of metal against air.
The agony hit her spine first as Harian ran a sword through her abdomen. Maharani screamed in pain.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” smiled Harian. The pain coursed through her and coalesced where Harian's sword had pierced her skin. "And don't try to bring my child into this. We both know that you didn't care for her one bit."
“Please,” Maharani begged, pawing at the steel embedded in her torso. “Please.”
“No.” Harian’s smile was honeyed poison as she gripped Maharani’s long black hair. She put her mouth right up against Maharani's ear. “Would you like to know the truth of it all, Love?" She paused, as if for a dramatic effect. "I never loved you.”
Shocked, Maharani pulled a bloody hand away from her wound, reaching out for her former lover. “You--NO!” Maharani shot up in bed, breathing heavily. Her bedsheets were sweat-soaked and she was drenched from head to toe.
But Maharani didn’t care for any of that. The words that Harian had said echoed in her head.
“I never loved you.”
“I never loved you.”
“I never loved you.”
“Make it stop!” Maharani screamed. “MAKE IT STOP--”
END OF FLASHBACK
Gender: Female
Species: Darkened Seraph
Appearance: Like all Seraphs, Maharani’s wings are layered; black, green, and blue are all combined in various orders to form them. Her skin is sun-kissed and she is quite beautiful to look at--she has an oval-shaped face with high cheekbones and full red lips. Her hair--and her eyes--are a bit of an oddity, though. Her hair is similar to her wings in a way that whenever it moves, the colors ripple from black to different hues of blue and green. The same can be said for her eyes but in a different way; she may wake up one morning with sapphire eyes, have green eyes in a few hours, wait a minute and have both black- and green-colored irises, or blink and have one blue colored and one green colored iris. Maharani herself has not been able to explain why this occurs.
Underneath all of Maharani's beauty lies an abundance of muscle from the bow (and other weapons) she wields so easily. All of her muscle and being six feet, four inches in height has only enhanced her already prominent figure.
Abilities: Obviously, Maharani can fly. She also has strong ties to dark reiatsu, and elemental magic; earth and water magic, more specifically. Maharani is well-trained in hand-to-hand combat, archery, and various weaponry.
Backstory: Maharani was trained as an archer on Evylon near the barracks of Altum Turri in the Empire of Halgia and she was the best of her group. She was so good, in fact, that she was advanced to different combat methods, such as hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. She was a part of a secluded force of Seraphs that were created to defend Evylon from a threat that was believed to come. It came--in the form of a demon. Chaos ensued, and Maharani lost everything; her lover died, and the child that she bore did as well. (The child was conceived because Maharani's lover was raped. Don't worry, I understand the birbs and the bees. :p)
FLASHBACK:
“It’s too strong.”
“I know.”
“You know.” Harian raised a blonde brow at her. “What are you going to do about it?”
Nearby, an explosion of dark reiatsu scattered the two Seraphs. Tilted sideways, they flew away from the blast and back to each other with only three powerful flaps of their wings.
The one on the left turned her dark eyes to her companion and smirked. “What I always do: win.”
It was obvious by the way she talked that she was overconfident; she believed that she could win anything and survive whatever she walked into.
This time, she would walk away.
But she would not win.
“I… don’t think that you should go; we should flee and regroup.” Harian drew closer, searching Maharani’s eyes. “And the child… she tires me. It would be best to live and fight another day.”
Maharani pressed her hands onto her lover’s shoulders. “We will be fine. Trust me, Love. I can defeat the demon. It is what I was trained for.”
“It isn’t that I don’t trust you,” Harian argued. “I do. I just… have a bad feeling about this.”
Maharani smiled patronizingly. “Of course you do. Ever since you found out that you were pregnant you’ve always had one bad feeling or another.” She pressed her lips to Harian’s. “We will be fine. Wait for me until I get back.”
Harian opened her mouth, as if she was going to argue, but she shut it. “Very well. But be careful.”
The dark-haired Seraph’s lips curled up. “When am I not, Love?”
Rolling her eyes, Harian gave her a look. “I just admire how humble you are, lover.”
“Don’t lie. You despise it, Love,” grinned Maharani.
As Maharani floated back towards the ground, she blew a kiss back at Harian. “Don’t miss me too much!” she called.
Shaking her head, Harian moved to head back towards the protection of the base.
Before she could even turn around, a bolt of darkness shot into Harian’s chest. A look of surprise on her face, Harian lurched forward. She came crashing towards the ground, and her short blonde hair whipped over her face as her wings--the pure white wings that so many other Seraphs coveted--flared to try and save her.
Her wings failed.
But all Maharani could think was that she failed.
As Harian’s body slammed into the ground, Maharani screamed and reached for the dead body. She whipped out her bow and shot an arrow at the lesser demon that had somehow gotten past the defenses. Even though she was distressed, her aim rang true and the arrow, laced with light reiatsu, shot through the shoulder--or what Maharani thought was its shoulder--of the demon.
“Tie it up!” she ordered, not even checking whether or not anyone listened.
Maharani sprinted back towards her and pulled Harian’s blonde head into her lap. Frantic to find a pulse, Maharani pressed two of her fingers to her moon-white neck.
“B-back s-so s-soon?” stuttered Harian.
Maharani chuckled, choking on a sob. “You need to stay with me, Love.”
“T-t-told you I had a b-bad f-feeling about t-this.”
“I know, Love, I know.”
“I-I j-just have t-to t-tell you--”
“It can wait until after a healer comes here… I NEED A HEALER!” Maharani yelled over her shoulder.
Harian clutched at Maharani’s hand and squeezed it. “I-I… l-love… y-you.”
And with those words, Harian’s head fell back, her eyes staring at nothing.
Upon finding no pulse to greet her, Maharani recoiled, clutching at her heart. Time stopped; she stopped.
Her only friend and lover… was dead. There was no heartbeat that showed that the light of her world was still alive.
Dark reiatsu exploded around the two, but Maharani made no gesture from where she knelt. A glistening tear rolled down her cheek as she pressed her face into Harian’s neck. She began to cry, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs. “Harian… Harian… come back,” she repeated over and over. “Come back…”
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TWENTY YEARS LATER
She was staring at Harian’s dead body when she felt a hand on her shoulder. “You failed me, Love,” a voice sneered. “You let me die.”
“Harian?” Maharani looked up from her lover’s dead body in disbelief, only to find Harian herself glaring back at her. “W-what are you doing here?”
“Getting my revenge.” Harian’s eyes were full of rage. “You let me die and I am here to make you pay for that. Do you know what I have endured because of your arrogance?”
Guilt and fear filling her eyes, Maharani shook her head. “I didn’t… I tried everything to try and save you. I even wanted to resurrect you, Love.” A tear dripped down her face. “Please, Harian… consider what we had. We were lovers,” she finally sobbed. "You were pregnant with our child."
She heard the scream of metal against air.
The agony hit her spine first as Harian ran a sword through her abdomen. Maharani screamed in pain.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” smiled Harian. The pain coursed through her and coalesced where Harian's sword had pierced her skin. "And don't try to bring my child into this. We both know that you didn't care for her one bit."
“Please,” Maharani begged, pawing at the steel embedded in her torso. “Please.”
“No.” Harian’s smile was honeyed poison as she gripped Maharani’s long black hair. She put her mouth right up against Maharani's ear. “Would you like to know the truth of it all, Love?" She paused, as if for a dramatic effect. "I never loved you.”
Shocked, Maharani pulled a bloody hand away from her wound, reaching out for her former lover. “You--NO!” Maharani shot up in bed, breathing heavily. Her bedsheets were sweat-soaked and she was drenched from head to toe.
But Maharani didn’t care for any of that. The words that Harian had said echoed in her head.
“I never loved you.”
“I never loved you.”
“I never loved you.”
“Make it stop!” Maharani screamed. “MAKE IT STOP--”
END OF FLASHBACK