In another designing kind of mood. Was making myself another custom /shot/
not sure if i am 100% happy with her design. May tweak. May adopt out. Who knows....?
Thinking of the name Seraphina meaning "ardent (passionate) and fiery"
Has a very skewed perspective of the world. As a child Seraph was raised in the Oasis, the fabled myth of a pride of whose location is unknown to almost all on the planet. She had a twin brother named Silas. They were connected by thoughts despite the fact that neither child had the element of Psychic. Her brother was attacked by a corrupted spirit while they were in the unknown lands. His agony and pain could be felt by Seraphina and she experienced what it was like to die without really dying. However, this experience scarred her, marking her eyes with a blue glow of a powerful spirit. She found sanctuary with the rebels who took advantage of her weakness. They made her feel comfortable and accepted and convinced her to go to Ethereal's pride lands and take their secrets from the inside. She has convinced herself of the rebels cause and is unwilling to faulter on this belief despite her better judgement. (The scars on her body are the fatal wounds to her twin brother. She was never touched or attacked. It was as if her body ripped up on it's own accord when her brothers did and vice versa)
She is both docile and hostile, strong and weak. A personality of two trapped into one body. She doesn't notice it, but those who know about her brother believe a part of his dark spirit came to fuse with her.
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I had a piece of me that I lost a long time ago. A part that I could not and can not live without. And yet here I am..still living against my hearts deepest wishes. You see, this piece of me was not just my own flesh; it was my brother. My TWIN brother. From the moment we were born my mother noticed how close we were. You see, my brother and I had a bond unlike anyone could even understand. He and I could talk to one another through our thoughts, we had a language no non psychic elemental had. But not only did we share our thoughts and dreams.... we shared each others pain, each others love, each others passion. We were like one soul split into two bodies. I loved my brother more than anything, and he me. We just understood one another.
And then one day everything changed. Because on that day my brother and I went wandering from the Oasis, the fabled lion pride. It was an innocent adventure and one we had taken before. However, today was the day of our demise. In a moment my world shattered and his ended. A cursed soul of a lion...a night walker appeared from nowhere and attacked him. I could do nothing but watch the Lion Demon slash and rip my brothers flesh apart. If it wasn't enough to have had to watch, I too experienced his pain. Our minds connected to the point where my own body ripped and tore as his did. I tried to pull away as the darkness pulled me into his line of sight. I saw his point of view. I saw that day from his eyes as the monster killed him....and I felt it all. The experience should have killed me too.... but it didn't. And I was never the same.
After the event I laid there shaking, praying the demon would kill me too....but it didn't. Instead the night walker just strolled away like nothing happened. I slowly looked around unsure of what to do before dragging my body up from the dust and the blood. It was then I hovered over my brothers mangled body praying he was still here with me. I attempted to connect with his mind as I had done many times before, but all I found was darkness. And the silence was deafening. I cried then, more tears than I had ever shed before or since. With the confirmation of his death came the annihilation of my soul. A piece of darkness taking place upon my still beating heart and tainting it with evil power. It was that day that my eyes glowed blue and I never returned home to face my pride and the reality that my brother was no more.
For a long time I tried to run from the truth. Tried to pretend that everything was going to be okay. That my brother...these fresh scars on my body were nothing more than a figment of my imagination. Oh how I wished it was true. And so, with thoughts of grandeur and a different time I trekked the unknown lands with no hope of rescue and no destination in mind.
Isadora