Name:
Rafael Silva
Age:
Appears 19
Gender:
Male
Race:
Seraph
Appearance:
Combat style: Raphael's primary weapon is a longbow with a fair range and a few usages in close combat. He has the ability to infuse arrows with small doses of light magic, but it tires him out greatly.
He also carries a small dagger, but its mostly for utilities like cooking and clearing brush since he's somewhat clumsy when engaging in close combat outside of the occasional bow whack or arrow stab.
Personality:
Rafael is naturally a very gentle being with a strong sense of sympathy and empathy. He's easily moved by displays of emotion, as recognizable when he observes the passions of other people. Because of his rather sheltered early life, he's also prone to being gullible. As a companion, Rafael is loyal, but also bluntly honest - not in the least a fan of sugar coating or white lies. And while he's generally accepting to others, he's quick to turn a cold shoulder to demon races and their affiliates and household members.
History:
While seraphim traditionally are not found on the ground as some other angel classes, Rafael is a bit of a shameful exception. As a young seraph, he often looked upon his guardian angel brethren who free traversed the lower realms freely. He never needed, never had to toil, and was never alone. Yet, he longed for something that was ever present and so very, very close. However, because of his status, he was bound to the skies - for it was not just for a lone seraph to take leave without reason. And as he was, with his six wings, Rafael was well aware that he would be unable to see the world beyond the wings that covered his face. So he did what was considered just barely above falling. With his own two hands, he pried away the two wings that covered his face. As he pulled them away, they fell apart into nothing but a few feathers, opening his eyes to the world. Rafael was surprised to find that the process of losing two of his wings was physically painless. Granted, this was made up for by the quiet, but nonetheless heart wrenching shame he received from his brethren.
Still, he was not exiled from the skies, nor punished. As it seemed to Rafael himself, his punishment was the shame of having to look at other seraphim, with their six wings in comparison to his four. So, without a word, he took his own leave and left his home for the ground. For the past two years, he lived as a quiet traveler, aimlessly seeking the world as a comfort to what he once had. He is still currently unsure about his status, or more importantly, personal satisfaction and regrets.
((Gonna edit this as I have time. If there are any plot clashes, I'll edit it as soon as I recognize it since I'm taking a bit of a sandbox approach to this))