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❝ａｎｇｅｌｕｓ ｎｏｖｕｓ ｍｏｒｔｅｍ❞

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name: Serafin
"derived from seraphim, which means "fiery ones".

gender: male

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xxxᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
xxxʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʀɪɢʜᴛ
xxxᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ
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Legends are told of Serafin, the wicked prince who seemingly vanished. The truth is, he didn't vanish at all. No, he just doesn't remember who he truly is anymore...



((please click the book to view the story!))

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I stand outside my secluded cabin in the dark night. My mind is focused as I light the wicks at the ends of my poi. It was imperative that I stay concentrated, one mistake could mean a singed face. I start swinging the wicks and after a few seconds my moves become smooth and rhythmic. In the dim firelight, I can see a familiar face approaching. Sighing, I stop spinning and put the wicks out with a damp towel.

"Serafin, I need ya to get somethin' fer me"

"Chryses...you know I don't do that anymore."

"I know...but this is important."

"Fine, I'll do it just this once."

Without another word he disappears. Chryses was always a strange one. In his place he leaves a note, detailing my mission. Seems easy enough. I wonder why he needs a music box so badly though. The note says I need to go to a nearby tavern.

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I start making a run for it when I hear one of my targets yelling. "Hey! stop theif!" Crap, I'm not fast enough and he grabs me by the arm. The feeling of cool metal against my temple was obviously unpleasant.

"Any last words before I blow yer brains out?" The pirate practically screams in my hear.

"Hit me with your best shot."

Click.

"Hey, why ain't this thing workin'?"

"I stole your bullets while you weren't looking, idiot."

And with that I swung at the brute's face and slipped from his grasp. While he reels back in pain, I grab the satchel and make my escape. Damn, it was good to be back.

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note: I checked with apple on ask to see if his back story was okay and she said it was nwn

[emberheart.]

Dropping out x_x

I don't connect as much as I probably could uwu

[dr pepper.]

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WIP LIKE OMG

[Qiokkabee]

possible reserve

I have ideas for this handsome kiamara. <3

[FoxerOwl]

Dropping, sorry! Good luck to everyone else!

[bsktcase]

Res ;v;

[Pyromaniacal]

possible res c:

[mitsurugi]

possible res!

[Hiroko]

Reserve so hard. ; v ; <3 hgshds

[PurpleKakashi]

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Ｓ ｉ ｎ ｃ ｌ ａ ｉ ｒ

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{ ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ----------PurpleKakashi

{ ｎｉｃｋ ｎａｍｅ----------Sin

{ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ--------------male ♂

{ ｏｒｉｅｎｔａｔｉｏｎ----------straight

{ ａｇｅ------------------twenties

{ ｓｏｎｇ----------------Jars of Hearts by Christina Perri

{ ｂａｒｅ ｂｏｎｅｓ---------self - serving, charming, clever. street - smart, humors, caring

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Sinclair or Sin, grew up primarily alone-this was his own choice however as his parents were around but since he never could connect with them or any of his siblings... It was easier for him to be on his own. He never blamed them for this, it wasn't their fault he could not connect to them.... To be honest he could never really connect with anyone-at least not for longer than a day or two.

Sinclair is a self server, and prides himself on being able to handle things on his own, he becomes irritated and offended quite easily when help is offered to him as he thinks this is an implication that he cannot take care of himself -because of this he will only take free help when it is forced upon him, and he has no other options.
Outside of this, Sinclair appears to be perfectly helpful, caring, and willing to help others...as long as there looks to be something in it for him at the end of it.

He is a clever and self taught Kia, having learned many different trades while
roaming the streets and many hard lessons from people he wouldn't exactly
call his friends-these lessons never came easy but being the clever Kia he is
he never forgot a single one.

Sin is and has always been suave, charismatic and charming, thanks to this he
appears to make friends -or girlfriends- easily and without much effort,
however connecting with them on a deeper level is almost impossible for him,
and without any real emotional ties he finds it is easy to move quickly
between different sets of friends and girlfriends.

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Blue eyes open slowly, and a soft sigh escapes from the handsome Kia who had just woken from yet another night time adventure in the city under the sea. Casting his eyes around the room he noticed he was alone-last nights conquest must have left sometime earlier in the morning. Stretching the sleep from his limbs Sinclair rose out of bed and grabbed a carefully folded paper from his bedside table,unfolding it he stared intently at the neatly written word on the top;

"RAPTURE"
proclaimed the bold letters, Sinclair gave a small smile as he -for what felt like the millionth time- traced the faded map with hungry eyes.... "Someday." he murdered as he began preparing for another day of work,you see this Kiamara has... An obsession with the city of rapture. He visits the city while his body sleeps and every day he prepares to find it, he saves money and gathers supplies, the city holds a connection with him that hes never felt with any Kia or place in his life,he doesn't know why this is... All he knows is hes never wanted anything as much as he wants to find Rapture.

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