Name: Omen, The Forsaken
Elemental Type: Santelmo. Specifically, is an omen of never-ending rebellion.
Gender/Pronouns: ???... Responds to any pronouns, but people just call them a he/him and it works.
Appearance: See below. Does not have hands, uses manifestations from the sword to interact with various objects around the world. (Greatest weakness: ladders.)
Hope: "Justice demands that Mission LLC dies."
Backstory:
"... mark my words, faceless suits."
The blade had fallen, and so did the curtains. The leader of the latest rebellion's head tumbled across the ground, for all of his broken supporters to witness.
"The world will consume you."
The little gods have found the leader sufficient enough. Thus, they begin creating their Santelmo with a miracle.
"It will not."
In perhaps a sick display of humor by the laws that demand a miracle's costs, the leader's arms were torn off, and only through what remains of their blade may they interact with the world.
"Farewell."
Returning to the world like mist, the lone leader stands up. Soul and blade as one, the dying flames of a crushed revolution now wanders the streets of Titania.
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Elemental Type: Santelmo. Specifically, is an omen of never-ending rebellion.
Gender/Pronouns: ???... Responds to any pronouns, but people just call them a he/him and it works.
Appearance: See below. Does not have hands, uses manifestations from the sword to interact with various objects around the world. (Greatest weakness: ladders.)
Hope: "Justice demands that Mission LLC dies."
Backstory:
"... mark my words, faceless suits."
The blade had fallen, and so did the curtains. The leader of the latest rebellion's head tumbled across the ground, for all of his broken supporters to witness.
"The world will consume you."
The little gods have found the leader sufficient enough. Thus, they begin creating their Santelmo with a miracle.
"It will not."
In perhaps a sick display of humor by the laws that demand a miracle's costs, the leader's arms were torn off, and only through what remains of their blade may they interact with the world.
"Farewell."
Returning to the world like mist, the lone leader stands up. Soul and blade as one, the dying flames of a crushed revolution now wanders the streets of Titania.
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