-Basics-
Name: Anovus Cadeusus. (A-no-vus-Cad-oos-us)
Nickname: Embodiment of the Betrayed and Banished
Quote: “Sometimes, bad things can happen when a ligature commences between two powerful people...”
Age: He died at age 24, yet following that, he has been in the afterlife for about 75 additional years.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Although he was a head Seraphim in Heaven, Anovus is now unemployed.
Home World: Earth
Theme Song: “To Hell and Back" - Blessthefall
-Family-
Parents: Amy and Lance Nomantin.
Siblings: Claire Nomantin.
Married: His lover unfortunately died during their engagement, and afterwards he stopped dating.
Children: None.
-Likes/Dislikes-
Likes:
Bonds, affection, signs of love.
Utilizing knowledge to assist him in a real life situation.
Pride, being a hero, having attention on himself. Anovus basks in his accomplishments.
Creating and innovating things.
Dislikes:
Pain, emotional or physical.
False senses of accomplishment, feeling he succeeded but later realizing flaws.
Smug warriors who have no methods of backing up their words.
Those with a sickening overdose of luck, and on top of that, do not use it properly.
-Appearance-
Height: 5'11 feet
Weight: 195 lbs
Physical Appearance:
Anovus has a strange tone of bright white hair, not to be confused with the hair of the aging. It is short around the sides, and combed jaggedly foward over his forehead. His eyes are blood red, which is very common to those who have been banished from a duty in Heaven. Anovus is bulky, but thin, with tone muscles. His body holds several scars from his past endeavors. Under his armor, he merely wears a plain yellow shirt and black slacks. In between the two layers is a gold necklace with one cross, and an upside-down cross intertwining to create an “X” shape. The plate legs he wear actually extend over his feet, so he has no need for shoes. Anovus’ look is always painful, and even in times of happiness his face is curious and confused. Four of his six wings have been cut off, and two remain.
~Armaments/Armor~
Seravita: Hand-crafted while he was in Heaven, Anovus created this polearm-esque weapon to fit both of his talents. It is a five foot bamboo pole, and at each side of it is an obsidian battleaxe, both with their heads facing a different direction.
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Divinus: Anovus’ armor, which he calls Divinus, consists of an obsidian breastplate and plate legs, which were blessed by God. They used to glow with radiance, but they are now dull, and stained with blood.
~Personality~
Anovus was, at one point, good at heart, believing good always prevailed. All goals, within limits, could be set if it took sweat, blood, and tears. He turned everything that seemed less fortunate into a funny situation, and was optimistic. His determination was always an asset for any goal he set. As he lived in Heaven and learned that even they needed an army, he became more realistic and realized good things didn’t always happen. Anovus’ indifferent attitude continued as he tried to live normally, but everything changed when he met Seraphiel. This doesn’t mean he turned cold and sadistic, but his mind was only focused on his own personal gain (and that of his master). During battle he is harsh, but does not like getting into fights with people he will certainly lose to, or easily massacre. He wants a good fight, because it is the only entertainment he gets anymore.
-Skills-
Infected Holy Magicks: Managing to maintain his Seraphim light powers upon going to Hell, they became mutated and expanded over a wider range of capabilities. This had been seen almost never before, due to no one of such a high rank in Heaven ever being sent to Hell. The magicks are immensely strong against beings of Hell or devils, and because of the infection, still do normal damage to holy beings. Upon returning to Earth with Seraphiel, his powers expanded to the celestials, as he gained access to manipulation of anything in-between Heaven and Hell, such as stars, gravity, and the like.
-Biography- (Shortened, I took out all of the suck.)
Lance Nomantin, at the age of 25, had been experiencing a few hardships in the last years of his life. He had been born into a Christian family, but he had questioned his faith his whole life. He was always asking for proof, asking why, and always wanting more information. His family could never give a sufficient amount of this, because they based their beliefs solely on faith, an idea that angered Lance. The presence of a "God" always had intrigued Lance, and he wanted to meet him somehow.
If only Lance knew how close to his wish he would really be.
One day during the end of Winter, Lance was walking past his apartment on the way to a restaurant. He was confronted by a small group of muggers. They threatened to take his life if he didn't fork over his wallet, which at the time had about two hundred dollars. Lance laughed, and questioned the morality of what they were doing. He asked them how their life came to this, and he asked them if it was really worth the risk. These deep questions irked them, and they knew they had no answers. He saw them pull out the knife. In what was probably his last moment, a myriad of thoughts ran through his head. He then said what would be his last words as a human.
"Alright, God. This is how it ends? Thank you."
The group of men were perturbed by his attempt at religious preaching. He was stabbed in the neck brutally, and died in seconds. The muggers took his possessions, and fled. Moments later, Lance’s soul flew up to Heaven. He was barely conscious as it happened, and was unaware he was realizing the truth. The truth that his faith had led him to Heaven. As he made it up, he was greeted by God himself, noticing his two new wings.
“So...I see that even with my aid, you were less than fortunate, young one.”
Flabbergasted at who he was really speaking to, Lance could not emit a single word. God decided to continue as he noticed this.
“You have gained acceptance into Heaven. Why, you ask? I understand how you questioned me your while life. The only moments I will ever judge anyone, are their last ones. That is when they show me if they have lived a full live, or deserve to rot in the Underworld."
Lance could not believe all he was hearing at once, so he just remained silent. They engaged in a simple conversation, getting a tour of his eternal happiness.
Or, what he "thought" would be eternal happiness.
He lived for Heaven for many years, and was surprised to see that Heaven, too, had warriors called Seraphim. Finding not much better things to do with his time, he applied to join the elite force of fighters. Lance had done more reading about fighting in his life than he had actually doing it, but he had a knack for it. He practiced as one of the fledglings who hoped to apply in the near future, and could not decide which weapon worked best for him, poles or axes.
Axes were strong, lethal, and sturdy, they were a great balance of power and speed. Poles had no “blade” parse, but he could be swift and agile with several lightning fast movements. Lance spent a month studying for the preliminary exam that would accept one into the Seraphim. He ended up passing it flawlessly...for once, he was unhappy that no one he loved had died yet. There was no one to cheer him on at his induction ceremony. God himself attended, and gave him the name “Anovus”, which he went by from then on. With this, he gained four more wings, and became a full-fledged Seraphim.
Anovus was still a novice, and spent much of his time alone. The reason became clear about a month after his ceremony... he had created his own weapon. It was a massive five foot pole with a battle axe at each side. He deemed it “Seravita”and it combined both of his talents, making him a lethal fighter. In a short period of time, God promoted him to a spy, a position not many Seraphim obtain. Anovus wondered why he rose to the top so quickly...he questioned if there was something he didn’t know.
Before he even set out for his first mission and gained experience, God approached him again. He wanted him to perform an extremely dangerous mission. God knew all, and he knew that a high ranked Seraphim was turning on him...the reasons made little sense, and it seemed like an outside force was at work.. Anovus’ first mission was to confront Seraphiel, a powerful general in Heaven’s army.
After much research, he found that Seraphiel dwelled in the Nexus, plotting whatever it was he was up to. Alas, this was not the Omniversal Nexus... it was the Nexus of Heaven and Hell. Anovus questioned God about this, but failed to receive sufficient answers. God gave him access to this Nexus, reminding him to be thoroughly prepared for what he would be up against.
As he set out, Anovus got the feeling that his intentions would not be successful. He entered some type of dimensional rift placed where God had told him to go. The moment he entered, he felt as if he was in Hell. The first person he saw looked like a fellow Seraphim...except he had several wings ripped off. Before Anovus muttered a word, the man looked at him, and everything went black.
“ God is lying. He is using you. This is not who you are....you are pitiful.”
Hours later, Anovus woke up in the same spot....but this time, he was all alone. There was something different about him, and he wondered where he had been for the last couple of hours prior to being knocked out. A blinding light overcame him, and he realized that God was summoning him back to Heaven.
“ What has become of you? Did you find him?
Anovus’ eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he remained silent. He leaped into the air, grabbing Seravita, and took a slash at God himself. Something from his encounter with Seraphiel had turned him into a sadistic killing machine, believing God was against him. This was, obviously, futile, and God exploded in rage. Regardless of who possessed him, or how, Anovus was now a reject of Heaven from some ungodly force, and God immediately banished him to Hell, ripping off four of his wings.
Upon arriving at the bottom layer, several other demons noticed him and how most of his wings excluding two had been chopped off. They immediately sought to kill him, with no rules in Hell of course. Snapping his fingers, a beam of light emerged from his weapon and swallowed all of them. For some reason, God did not take away his powers of Light. Anovus was too much of a threat at that point to tamper with, so he had to banish him immediately.
When his first encounter with Satan came, he was barely acknowledged. He may have heard something through the grapevine about Anovus, that he was extremely powerful...maybe in such a way that made him a threat. It seemed that no one other than himself and Seraphiel gained such a high rank in Heaven, to then be banished, so God was not inclined to strip one of their powers before sending them away. His light magic became infected, or something of the like, making it much more powerful than he had bargained for.
One day, as he sat in his lonely barrack, full of hatred and loneliness, a figure approached him. He immediately recognized him as Seraphiel, and he had several questions to ask about how and why he possessed him in such a way. Seraphiel merely extended his right hand. This tacit gesture seemingly spoke a thousand words, and after a long conversation, Anovus aligned himself with Seraphiel. As much as Seraphiel was against Heaven, he felt bad corrupting the dreams of this fellow, so he would take him on as an apprentice and teach him the ways of those banished from the Seraphim.
After being to both Heaven and Hell, his “rebirth” commenced, and he was brought back to the mortal plane with the assistance of Seraphiel. The first thing he wanted to do was see his family, but he quickly realized that by this point...they must have been dead.
In the years that followed, Anovus perfected his infected Holy Magicks, a light power that was deadly against any beings of Hell, but also granted him different powers expanding over a wide range of categories. There were very few creatures who were able to combine magick from Heaven with that from Hell. He has treated Seraphiel like a master ever since. His new life leaves nothing to desire except to fight, and win.
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I don't know how I got involved in like, 5 battles and RPs in one week.
But uh, since Seraphiel and Anovus are bff, I guess we can just spar, TO THE DEATH?