Kobaalt
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Hey you, hey you, Devil's little sister
Listening to your Twisted Transistor
Hold it between your legs
Turn it up, turn it up
Low end is coming through
Can't get enough
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Name: Kobaalt
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kobaalt appears to be a small human carved from an ebonite stone; the exact opposite of the Greek’s David, he is short, black, and muscular. His eyes are a dark brown, almost black with irises that are outlined in silver. His head is totally devoid of hair while dozens of silver rings adorn his ears in the assortment of piercings he has.
Defects: Kobaalt’s only ‘defects’ are the piercings that are unable to heal due to the innate magic of his people.
Sample:The War of the Fallen was over. It had been for eons. The battle wounds had healed, the muses once more sang their lofty hymns, and those who had betrayed the order of the creator were damned to hell. Michael never saw it more black and white than that so it was hard for him to comprehend that some didn’t. While it was impossible to ignore the memories of the fall that still clung to the Seraphim like lead shackles Michael truly saw no reason to pine over it. The war had been traumatic for all of them, but at least they were still here. None of them had fallen and for those who did damnation offered no comfort comparable to what the heavens offered. Life was better for those who had remained in the light; it was a fact Michael reminded himself of every day. Yet at the same time it was a fact most seemed to be forgetting.
Had any human eye been able to detect Michael they would’ve only seen a very beautiful man. His shaved blond hair was cropped close to his head as his ethereal blue eyes scanned the crowd systematically. He stood a head taller than almost every human who passed by, a six foot five framed capped off with immaculate posture that stretched out the every inch. There was no human comparable. And even without his barge-like size Michael was still impressive. His aura seemed to shine through his flesh, coating him in some metaphysical light that would’ve made him shine in even the darkest of places. The Prince of Light harbored a presence that would’ve made the likes of Achilles and Gilgamesh feel small. And here amongst humans the captain Michael seemed ever more impressive.
He wasn’t dressed in his usual garb. No hard armor adorned his body nor did a sheathed blade hang at his side. It was a rarity for Michael to be without such accoutrements but right now it seemed unnecessary. He was dressed like a human; wearing a white button-down shirt with a black tie and slacks to match. He would’ve undoubtedly been pegged as out of place amongst the rubble but Michael knew no other way to dress when out amongst humans. He was to be respected, business-like.
The rays of the sun warmed Michael as he walked unseen across the lawn of the National mall. He looked every bit like the military man he was as every stepped appeared to be planned and calculated. Even when he was alone he moved like this. There was no one here he was trying to impress, he had gotten over that stage long ago.
The coolness shade hit him almost abruptly as a relaxed breath escaped his lips. His eyes were now fixed upon the lioness who sat regally under a tree. Yet as Michael approached the creature he did so in a way that was not symmetrical to how one would actually approach a lion. Stopping just inches from the feline he starred down at her, ”A strange time for prayer, don’t you think?”
Player Ha ndle: Barz
Found You: Surfing through RPG directories
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Lyrics from Korn’s Twisted Transistor
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