[solo.]

CAEL
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- Despite his wealth, Cael still steals majority of the items he is interested in.


Yes.

Reserve.

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Cael Tremadoc
Bounty hunter
Male

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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.

word count: 498/500

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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