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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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#15
DEIMOS
He stayed because he knew what it meant, what it felt, to be left behind. He stayed because he didn’t have a single doubt about her, even in the press and churn of the blight. He stayed because he knew her, to the very depths of her soul, and that the passion, the might, the prowess was still underneath the layers of poison and venom, slashing at the ties and tethers curling, fanning, and plucking at her entity. He stayed because he understood that she’d be completely capable of conquering it, far stronger than most. He stayed because it was right. He stayed because he was the epitome of a stalwart guard, a sentinel, a monolith, a mountain, and he wasn’t about to let one of his kin go again.

She wasn’t a monster. She wasn’t a foe. She wasn’t an adversary. She wasn’t an enemy. Kiada was Kiada, child of the snow and ice, no matter how removed they were from it, no matter if her mother had pulled her out of the glacial, chilling depths and placed her within the shackles of the Edge, the Harpy, the mighty, the potent.

Her thank you left him tattered and frayed, but he remained, just as he always had; in the circle of arms and alms and feathers, striving to triumph over something always billowing, always brewing, always bubbling along the surface. She accepted his embrace, then the release, and he didn’t much care about Stygian streaks down his chest, collected amongst the bramble and nettle of scars; tilting his avian head, rising through the tempestuous waves of uncertainty, shouldering the weight of sobs and despondency. He responded with strength and dominion, pieces and particles she’d recognize, she’d comprehend, she’d understand, under the perilous, scathing pestilence. Is there anything you need? The beast asked; incapable of doing much else.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
Kiada Njovu-Reyes
Hollowed Grounds Registrar

Age: 30 | Height: 5’7 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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#16
don't worry mother,
your daughter is a soldier
It means everything to the girl. The young woman that was always left behind, always forgotten once she had left the Basin. The girl that had aligned with a chaotic, harmful god in order to make it in her first two worlds. And here? Here she thought she had nobody, until that one day she came across him in the woods – a day that had changed her life for the better, no longer aimless, no longer wandering adrift in the world. She had a purpose with him, with his guidance, with his presence.

She doesn’t know how to thank him, despite the blight that rattles through her brain over and over again. Despite the frustration that lingers in her mind at losing control. She has control now, and that’s what matters. To tell him that it’s not her, though he knows that already. He can see it, make sure that he doesn’t beat himself up over it too much like he always does. She hopes he doesn’t take it personal. She prays to Ludo in her small own way that he doesn’t.

Is there anything you need?” He asks, after the embrace, and she shifts unsteadily on her legs – scarlet and ebony eyes drifting toward his feathered face. An honest question with a sorrowful answer, and her eyes are shadowed and haunted as she sends it to him through the bond, rattled with sadness and a hurt heart. I just need time. She begins, sadly. And for you and Amalia to take none of this personally… I love you both so much.
KIADA
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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#17
DEIMOS
She didn’t need to thank him. He hadn’t done it out of a requirement of acknowledgment; it’d been a sacrificial art born and consecrated in the Basin, for those who mattered and meant the most. How many times had he wandered straight into danger, into melees, into wars, for all of them? How many times had he pledged his heart, his body, his soul, to the mountains and its inhabitants? What had happened to have altered or changed that? Nothing. He was snow and ice and fire and vehemence, and his searing shield, his stalwart guard, his simmering sword, wouldn’t be stopped until his breath ceased and his bones were crushed beneath the weight of the world. Perhaps one day the rest of the earth would understand it – how he spread his devotion and convictions, not by words, not by meaningless discourse, not by flighty or witty dialogue, but through action, through motions, through silent oaths and pledges, vows of assurance and allegiance to people, to places, to things. When they sunk, so did he, his arms grasping and reaching, striving to ensure they all made it to the surface again.

But he couldn’t make these moments any better; no control over the end result, over the Stygian existence curling through her veins; an avid frustration contorted in the rivers of his ichor, in the paths of his blood. An inaudible sigh flickered through him, billowed into the wintry air, naught left to salvage but their broken, whittled pieces, his eyes on thorns, on nettles, on how this had all come to be. But the Harpy said could only have time, and he had no way to varnish or bestow or gift that either, helpless and ineffectual once the storm had momentarily receded. The sorrow rattled between bonds, and he shifted warily, the despondency, the misery, enough to shatter, enough to break and fissure something apart. The last notes stab into his chest, because he already had, knew she could probably feel it coursing through his veins – failure, failure, failure – nodding his avian skull. ”We love you too,” was all he could manage, the truth, beatific veracity in places of warped pinnacles and sedition.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
Kiada Njovu-Reyes
Hollowed Grounds Registrar

Age: 30 | Height: 5’7 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 2 - Strg: 18 - Dext: 16 - Endr: 29 - Luck: 17 - Int:
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#18
don't worry mother,
your daughter is a soldier
She would make it to the surface, eventually. It would just take a while to get there, to get to the point where she thinks she’s okay enough to be around more people. But so far, the only thing that makes her feel like herself is being stabbed by a rose, and if she were to attack every person with one in the moments inbetween, she finds herself more of a danger than anything else – even if she wears the same face. So she huffs quietly, to herself, internally sighing with the frustration and sorrow that race through her body almost as fast as the blight had taken her from bad to worse.

His words are comforting, despite the nervousness in her chest, and she nods to him as the wind flits in her feathers. Black eyes seeking his bright blues out with a feeling akin to a frown being sent. I need to go… I hope the roses work, I really do. But if they don’t and I become too much of a danger, please… End it. It’s hard for her to say, to tell him, but she tries for him, even if the idea of it is horrible and terrible. It’s the only thing she really wants, if nothing works. She doesn’t want to be like Ru’in, inhabited by something that’s not her, there to harm those that she had loved once upon a time.

And with the statement given, she spreads her wings and takes to the sky, to think while her mind remains clear.
KIADA
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3


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