Seharael Daven, Healer of the Malaki

[Seharael Daven]

Seharael Daven
male, 23,687, Malaki Selaphi, Healer/Leader of Malaki Medical Division, Amanterate.

PERSONALITY,

It is difficult to attempt to reduce the complexity that is Saharael Daven into a single block of text, or even three. A healer at heart, yet vain to the core, Seharael is the kind of individual who has constructed a very intentional persona that he portrays to the rest of the world. Unfortunately, over the millenia he's been alive, the persona has blended with his true self, fusing together to yield a personality that not even Saharael himself fully understands. For the sake of the analysis, the simplest way to look at Saharael is to reduce him to three personality traits around which the rest of him revolves: Detached, faithful and healing. In a single sentence, Saharael is a crippling vain individual who, in an attempt to perpetuate a better reputation with the God he so loves and believes in, manifested a persona that concealed this vanity, also concealing his true nature's compulsion to heal others. Odd, isn't he?

Let's start with that first adjective: Detached. Beneath the gaze of anyone in the world, including his Lord Juudas, Saharael is the most deatched, dispassionate person in existence. Apathy infiltrates his every action, making him quite the interesting individual to deal with. This apathy stems from Saharael's inability to allow anyone to percieve him at anything less than perfect, and as he has quite the imperfection in his personality, he constructed a sort of personal barrier against anyone who would look too closely at who he is. That imperfection? His vanity. Malaki, by nature, are predisposed to being vain or arrogant about their appearance and/or standing in society. They are powerful, beautiful creatures and they know it, and that fact alone makes them almost naturally inclined to be vain creatures at their core, and this fact is typified in Saharael. Beautiful, endowed with an impressive lineage, gifted with wings and born as a Selaphi, Saharael has more than even the average Malaki to be proud of, and he is. To his very core he is a vain being, proud and boastful about every aspect of his impressive nature. In his younger years he wore this imperfection right on the surface, and it took but a single look from Juudas the Wise to prompt the construction of his aloof facade. In order to cover up his vanity and his own self-involvement, Saharael began portraying himself as detached from everything around him because, in his own mind, the opposite of too self-involved is completely uninvolved with everything. He began to show himself as detached from the world completely, not caring about himself or anyone else. He simply existed, ever-watching and ever-present, devoted entirely to Juudas and completely detached from the typical Malaki trait of vanity. Of course, we know this to be false, but by constructing that facade for himself, Saharael was able to portray himself as perfect, satisfying his own vanity on the most personal level whilst saving his reputation in the eyes of others, especially Juudas.

As you may have noticed already, Saharael's loyalty to Juudas has very much shaped who he is in his life, and that in and of itself is one of the driving forces behind his entire persona: Faith. Saharael is old. An ancient. For nearly thirty millenia he has the been the Watcher and Healer of the Malaki Race, and in that time he has seen much. Time and time again he has seen races fall and be reborn, and the one constant, unchanging influence in his life is the God of Gods himself, Juudas the Wise. Saharael has a sort of blind faith in this God, believing him completely impervious and capable of anything. This faith translates to loyalty, and that loyalty translates into a self-consciousness within Saharael. Eager to be perfect in his Lord's eyes, he is constantly attempting to better himself, all for the sake of Lord Juudas. This was the force that caused him to conceal his vanity beneath a shroud of detachment and dispassion, and to Saharael's pleasant surprise, it worked. Ever since the male has stopped being the vain, arrogant creature that he once was, Juudas has seen him less and less as a child and more as the Malaki Selaphi he really is. At least, that's what Saharael believes. His faith in Juudas also allows him to have faith and loyalty in whatever Juudas holds dear. He is fiercely and unyieldingly loyal to Juudas' wife and friends, and even though Juudas may not be on the best terms with all of them, this loyalty spills over onto the other Gods as well. Passion, emotion, devotion... All of these comes from this portion of Saharael's personality, and it is these elements that make up the true him. The complexity of this male lies in two places. The first is in the confliction of this passionate, emotion dominated side in relation to his frigid, detached outer layer. The two conflicted constantly in Saharael's earlier years, but as he became more and more adept at controlling his emotions and really filling out the character he had created, the conflictions became less and less vivid. However, to this day, Saharael's personality will often throw up conflictions and internal conflicts that he must overcome, making him quite unstable in a way. The second element to his complexities is in the paradoxical nature of a Healer and his dispassionate persona.

Saharael was born as a Malaki Selaphi, which is a sort of ascended sect of the Malaki race which comes as a result of a pure or mostly pure bloodline. Originally, Selaphi were gifted with special abilities, and Saharael is one of these types. He was born a Healer. Now, by his very nature the male has the compulsion to heal and to help others. At his very core he is able to judge a situation and see exactly the way to fix it, making him a fairly calculative person by birth. However, in response to what Saharael has done to his own personality, he oftens finds himself contradicting his natural instincts in relation to his ability and affinity to healing. Rather than allowing himself to heal wounds and mend tense situations, he forces himself to remain objective and detached from all situations. His body's natural response is to help anyone his mind registers as in need, but because of who he has forced himself to become, he cannot acquiese to this trait. Naturally this creates quite a bit of interal turmoil in Saharael, frustrating him and often causing his thoughts to become frayed like the ends of a rope, detaching from one another and causing the male to become detached not only from the world, but from himself. At times like this something must actually be done to make him snap back into reality. He never becomes a threat or anything that extreme and is really quite in touch with what's going on around him, but he becomes the epitome of what he wishes to be: Detached. He feels nothing in these states, his mind forcing him to detach from himself due to the strain of fighting so hard against his natural instincts. As a part of that facade mentioned so many times before, this turmoil is almost never shown on Saharael's face or in his actions. He shows the world what he wants them to see, and thanks to his intelligence and elevated status, he has become the perfect actor in this sense. He has complete control over who is he and who he shows himself to be, which comes in handy at almost every turn.

In the end, Saharael isn't TOO terribly complicated, but one can certainly see the layers. The true complexity comes in the ways those layers play off of one another, delicately lending their traits back and forth until they create a web, and in the center sits Saharael. He contradicts his nature in many ways, including the traits listed here. It is actually in his nature to contradict himself based on the situation he's presented with and what emotions he feels in relation to it. Overall, however, his most notable trait is that, unlike the typical Malaki, who consider their race to be the perfect race, Saharael believes himself to be the perfect being. Vanity is his core trait, and though he hides it will, it continues to permeate his every thought and action. The only time he loses all trace of vanity is when he enters battle, at which time he becomes cold and methodical, and no matter what may be going on inside him or in what state his thoughts may be, he becomes as a machine. The fully extent of his capabilities in battle is outlined later, but in terms of thought and personality during battle, he becomes a complete and total machine. He functions only to defeat his enemy, and as no enemy is ever the same, Saharael's battle style is never the same. He never uses the same tactics twice, unless he faces the same person twice in battle. That, in a nutshell, is Saharael Daven. Those are the highlights, anyway, as this Malaki is so much more than he could appears...

APPEARANCE,

I suppose we should start at the top, shouldn't we? Work our way down.

Like all, (or most), Malaki, Saharael was blessed with a full head of long, flowing, platinum blonde hair. It falls completely straight on all sides, no waves or curls making themselves visible at all. Speaking in relation to the Malaki race, there is almost nothing at all unique about the way his hair is colored, the texture or the look. Pure blonde, straight, mid-back in length, devoid of bangs except for a slight trace on the left side of his face, a soft swoop falling just above his eyebrow. More often than not, simply for the look, his hair will be worn up and back using some sort of accessory or other such accoutrement. Moving away from his hair, the eyes then fall onto the face, which continues to follow the typical Malaki traits. Smooth, unblemished skin wraps flawlessly around a gorgeous bone structure. High brows rise to a modestly sized forhead devoid of a Widow's Peak. The face slopes around from its apex into high cheekbones that are visible, but do not protrude. They add to the allure of his face rather than making him look like some sort of Siamese Cat. Continue to follow the gentle curve and slope of his features brings us to lightly indented cheeks and his small, perfectly suited chin. A tiny, ever-so-slight point is visible at his chin, but it mostly just rounds off, completing the theme of his facial features. No facial hair is found upon his face at any time, whether one looks at his cheeks and chin or beneath his small, moderately steeped nose. His eyes, set in equal distances from his nose, are the most interesting features on his face, as they are the only unique facet to his visage. White irises surround the pupil, yet rather than appearing as such, these pupils often come off as a very light, almost phosphorescent gold. Tiny flecks of gold drift around those milky white hues, their glow infecting the rest of the eye, giving them the appearance that they are completely golden.

Moving down from the face we find a sloping, elegant neckline falling into a sleek, toned collarbone. Continuing to follow the path of his body in either direction will lead you to shoulders with equally toned shoulders and arms that basically define the general theme of his entire body. The muscles in his biceps are all but nonexistent until the male makes a movement, at which time they raise, but only barely. Thin yet toned, his biceps and forearms are practically the same way, leaning more on the side of elegant beauty than muscle and intimidation. His hands are sleek and lean, each digit seemingly sculpted to give a false impression of frailty or weakness, when really they hold the same strength the rest of the Malaki race holds dear. Slightly weaker, yes, but still far stronger than the majority of his peers or even equals from other races thanks simply to his impressive bloodline and millenia of training. That same sleek, elegant muscle definition can be found along his chest and pectorals, which are only slightly visible beneant that same, Malaki-specific luminescent skin. Moving down his torso brings us to his abdominals which are almost never visible. The subtle outline exists along the edges of the area, as well as a very well defined 'v-cut' section, but as for actual abs? They do not appear until he moves, and even then it's only just. Naturally, as once follows his body down to the floor, the same theme of defined and cut, but not built, still remains.

Finally, we have Saharael's sense of style or fashion. Naturally, as the vain being he is, he would tend to choose outfits that accentuate his own beauty and form, but as he is not allowed to show that due to his own personal code, he finds a happy medium. Color wise, Saharael always wears white or some derivative there of, choosing also to incorporate golds and silver whenever the chance arises. His outfits are usually chosen in pieces and are remarkably similar the majority of the time. Typically, he chooses a top in white, off white or silver and makes sure it fits tightly to his body. The sleeves will generally expand to release his forearms and hands into a larger amount of cloth, giving them room to move. His torso, as previously mentioned, is held tightly yet with enough space to move adequately, and each piece of clothing is specially tailored to account for his wings. His pants are much different, and almost every pair is nearly exactly the same, as it is a fashion he finds both suitable and rational. A pair of simple baggy pants is worn, tied at the waist by a drawstring and typically have a sash on the outer layer. Above these pants, added at the waistline, is a flowing piece of cloth to match in color scheme. The look is somewhat Arabian at times and many often mistake it for a dress or gown of some form. However, the pants are worn beneath most definitely and are completed with a pair of shoes made of worn cloth and leather.

As far as accessories go, as was previously mentioned, Saharael tends to wear a little something in his hair at all times. Rings upon his fingers are few, but are almost always present and are often different. A way to subtley show the world of his wealth... As he was once, (and still is if needed), a soldier for Juudas' army, Saharael wears a harness atop all his clothing. This harness wraps around his torso and under his arms, fastening at the chest and is made to hold his broadsword. Ironic, isn't it, that such a small Malaki Male would carry such a large weapon. The Broadsword, measuring five feet in length from tip to hilt, is ornamental and is a memento from his days spent in the battlefield. The pommel, located at the end of the hilt, is a small glowing cube. It is almost always glowing a soft white, and when used, could illuminate an area for miles. The abilities of this cube are fully outlined in later sections. Also, Saharael often chooses to wear a small chain attached to chest of his outfits, adorned at the end with a small, diamond-shaped pendulum. The pendulum is mostly just for show, but can be wielded as a melee weapon or used in conjunction with Healing magic, as outlined in the abilities section.

Finally, we have Saharael's battle garb (All credit for this suit goes to ~Blu--Wolf of Deviantart. The concept and initial intentions of this design belong entirely to the original artist, and I claim no ownership. The look is symbolic mostly of the elmination of vanity once battle descends, as every single inch of him is covered in a thin but enforced metal armor. The metal, forged by Malaki working in conjunction with Metamorphi blacksmiths. The metal is just over an inch thick but can withstand a blow from most any sword and some heavier weapons at any velocity without breaking. The armor is designed in plates, allowing it glide easily over itself as Saharael moves. He abandons his broadsword when he knows he's entering battle, as the weapon is not only heavy, but cumbersome and slow as well. He replaces it with a much lighter, sleeker weapon: A javelin. Again, the full outline of this style is found in the abilities section. The armor takes on the same appearance as the rest of his outfits, but fits much more tightly and eliminates all extraneous fabric. The helmet completely covers his face and Saharael must gaze out through small slits in the visor in order to see. The slits traverse the entire width of the helmet piece, elminating the decrease of peripheral vision, but there's no denying he's slight disadvantaged by this piece. Ah, the sacrifice for fashion, no? That's about all in terms of appearance for Saharael, as well as personality. On to the good bits, huh?

POWERS&SPECIALITIES,

Malaki:
As a Malaki, Seharael was naturally gifted with enhanced speed and strength. Unlike many of his Malaki brethren, however, Seharael does not specialize in both increased strength and speed. In his opinion, he is strong enough on his own, and so he does not need to hone or specialize this ability, so he has focused his efforts on becoming much faster. By specializing his physical training on his legs and focusing on honing his muscles rather than building them, he has become a sleek and almost feline combatant, able to fluidly adapt to most any melee combat presented to him. He prides himself on being naturally faster than his opponents, but should it come to a matter of strength, he still maintains the Malaki racial advantage. Also, as a Malaki, he has been gifted with wings, granting him the ability to fly. These wings can be used to manifest concussive waves of wind, (nothing compared to actual element manipulation, but still forceful enough), as well as being able to strike enemies and grant him the gift of flight. The latter is the most common use.

Selaphi:
Due to a bloodline of nearly complete purity, Seharael was born as a Malaki Selaphi, and as such was gifted with special powers. In his case, he was born a Healer. This trait gives him the ability to use deep seated white magic from within him to bond and repair wounds of all shapes and sizes. The bigger the wound, the more energy it drains from him. Early in life this ability would drain him nearly completely simply to fully heal a cut to alleviate a bruise but now, after centuries upon millenia of using and honing this ability, Saharael is able to fully manipulate it, fully healing large scale wounds and broken bones without fainting. There is a definite limit, but because of his skill and age, that limit is notably longer than it was before. Over the years, Saharael has also learned to manipulate this magic through specially made silver and other metals that he typically wears on his person. The most common of these trinkets are in a pair: The cube atop the pommel on his broadsword and the pendulum often attached to his garments along the chest. Both of these items can be viewed in the picture at the opening of this profile. The male has trained specifically with these two items extensively, allowing him to using the pendulum to focus his healing energies deep into a wound and the Cube to enhance the power like a beam. The uses typically differ based on each, individual situation, the point being that he has specialized his ability to the point of being able to channel it through physical mediums to aid him.

HISTORY,

Birth

Unlike many Malaki, Saharael was not born directly under the watchful eyes of Juudas himself. He was not crafted or tailormade for some alterior motive and had no specific purpose in Juudas' eyes. He was simply another member of the Malaki race, and fortunatly for Saharael, he came from a very pure bloodline. Saharael's grandparents were, however, crafted by Juudas. They were among the first Malaki to ever be created, and they fought alongside Juudas himself in the Great War. Neither of those grandparents served any real purpose other than soldiers in that war, but they were in it none-the-less. These grandparents both lived through the war, met each other in the natural fashion and fell in love. They were married and lived together happily for several millenia before giving birth to a daughter, Saharael's mother. Like Saharael, his mother was born as a Malaki Selaphi, as both her parents were pureblooded Malaki themselves, and powerful ones at that. Also like Saharael, his mother was a Healer, and it was she who passed that trait down to Saharael himself. Now, unlike her parents, she did not find her match so early on in life. Saharael's mother was loner from the beginning, and thanks to her ability, her life was almost entirely dominated by her position in the Malaki army. This was during the time of the extermination squads, and so naturally she was kept very busy. Malaki warriors were constantly coming in on the edge of death or nearly past it, and it was her task to see to them. Dominated by this profession, she had no time to seek out her mate, and so Fate saw fit to drop him right in her lap. In a manner all too cliche, her husband literally fell into her lap one day. A wounded Malaki warrior in need of healing and instantly charmed by her unsurpassed beauty and the grace with which she conducted herself. The two fell almost instantly in love, and for hundreds of years they lived together, eventually coming to be wed and, within a millenia or so of their matrimony, they conceived a son, Saharael.

At birth, it was instantly recognized that Saharael shared his mother's ability to heal, as rather than allowing his mother to bleed as she was born, she was simply healed by the energy he exuded. It was clear that he would not only succeed her, but surpass her as well. Treated as royalty as a boy, Saharael's first hundred years or so of life were spent in the lap of luxury. Pampered, spoiled and taught by both mother and father that he was the most beautiful, untainted child in all of the world, it's fairly easy to see where Saharael developed his current God complex. From an early age he believed himself contrived for some greater good or purpose, and his parents did nothing to stave that thought. In fact, they fed the fire in his heart, feeding his own self-involvement from a very young age. Keep in mind 'young' is a relative term. Being a healer by nature, Saharael's training began very young, his mother teaching him constantly the ways of the healer. Unlike him, however, her methods were very different. His mother was a compassionate, loving being who did her best to allow her empathetic side to feel everything those who needed her help felt. She believed that by feeling what they felt, she could understand their needs more deeply and could therefore more effectively help to cure them. This is a belief that, unlike Saharael's detached way of doing things, gained her much prestige and love throughout the Malaki ranks. Her son was known for his pompous behavior and spoiled attitude, even by the God Juudas himself. His father was a high ranking solider within the army's ranks. He was no general, but he was still high ranking in any case. He was known for his ferocity and skill in battle, and thus, whenever he could pry Saharael from his mother's healing grasp, he did his best to teach the boy the ways of combat. Unfortuantely, these ways would not serve the man as well as he hoped they would serve his son...

The Fall of Love

It happened when Saharael was six hundred years old. As previously mentioned, Saharael was born on the tail end of an era in which Malaki squadrons were dispatched to deal with remaining rebel forces: Extermination Squads. His mother, due to her Selaphi Healing abilities, was often commissioned to go with these squads to serve as supplemental support. However, this era had fallen very dormant over the few centuries that Saharael had been alive, and it was widely believed that Sien's forces had been fully wiped out, or at least forced into submission. Imagine the surprise Saharael's family felt when his mother was asked to join a moderately sized Malaki invasion squad bound for Azrazel. Reports had been received that a small force of Daemi who were still loyal to Sien had bedded down in a small village a few miles outside the ruins of Nazura. The village was heavily guarded, according to these reports, so fifteen Malaki soldiers and a Healer were chosen to go and investigate, and if the claims were substantiated, their orders were simple: Exterminate the threat. Bidding her family goodbye, Saharael's mother left with confidence that the mission would be nothing more than a brief battle consisting of perhaps three or four wounds. Typically, a force the size of this reputed Daemi squadron would stand no chance against the number and caliber of warriors being dispatched to take care of it, and on top of that, they had the element of surprise. The Daemi had no idea they were coming, so how could they possibly pose any threat? She was wrong on almost all counts. Misinformation and treachery had prevented the Malaki squad from knowing the true numbers in this Daemi force, and in less than five minutes the entire battalion had been killed, including Saharael's mother. Naturally, the boy took it very hard. Having passed on her Selaphi traits to Saharael, the two were bonded very, very closely, and when she died, Saharael felt it so deeply in his soul that he burst into tears at a seemingly random point. His father, who knew of this bond, took it for what it was immediately, understanding that his wife had been killed, and immediately relayed the news to his commanding officer. Initially he was waved away, the officer telling him that there was no way his son could have known that unless one or both of them was conceding to being some sort of traitor. Angered, Seharael's father suited up into full battle regalia and rallied a large squad of warriors. Against direct orders he rode into battle to avenge his wife, caring not for the lives of the men he took with him or the life of his son, so blinded he was by his wife's death.

Seharael, left alone, could do naught but wait. This was perhaps the most emotional time in his life, as not only had he just lost his mother, but there was a very good chance he would be losing his father as well, and with no healer there to protect him, how could his father possibly come back alive? The boy waited and waited... Days the suspense dragged on, no word from his father or the troupe he took with him. Substantiated word had already reached the Malaki forces that Seharael's father had spoken the truth, yet no reinforcements had been dispatched. Desperate for information and restlessly worried, Seharael was all ready to depart after his mother and father himself until, as his wings beat the air for the first time to take off towards Azrazel, he spotted his father's horse. The brilliant white stallion was unmistakable, and instead of flying off into the distance, the male dove, catching his father's body as it fell from the horse. In his arms rested two bodies. The first was the body of Seharael's mother, and the second was the small, mutilated corpse of what appeared to be a Daemi general. A message was scrawled crudely on the small being's chest, seeming to have been written in blood. It was one word: "Victory". And then, for the second time in a single weak, Seharael wept the most piteous tears any being could have ever wept. His mother and father had been his life up until that point, and without them, he felt such a vast, all-encompassing sense of emptiness. No one to guide him or watch him. No one to love or understand him. No one to comfort him. He was completely alone without them, and with his father still in his arms, he lifted his voice to the heavens, calling out in vain against the Gods he believed could have stopped this. It was then, as he threw his fury and his passion against the Gods, that one descended upon him. He descended and, with pious eyes, saw the truth in Seharael's heart. He was Juudas the Wise, and starting in that second, Seharael became his loyal, unmoving servant.

The memory is as clear as day. Seharael sat in the center of a large courtyard just within the boundaries of Amanterate, the Generals and other Malaki soldiers hovering around the edges, watching him. His empathic nature was kept at bay by his own emotions, his sadness and grief drowning out his acute ability to feel the sympathy and sadness from the troops around him. And then, as he lifted his head to the sky, his voice broke free from his chest in a mighty scream of such agony that several soldiers found themselves on the verge of tears themselves. His words were harsh and filled with unbridled indignation and fury. "JUUDAS! You, the Wisest God... HOW COULD YOU LET THEM DIE!?" he cried. Eloquence gave way to emotion as he screamed again, and then twice more, each time calling out the God's name and blaming him. Denouncing him. Just when he felt he would split in two from the emotions in his heart, a warmth spread over him. No light from the Heavens for ceremonial ghostish staircase. Just simply, warmth, and as silently as the breeze upon grass, Juudas appeared. His visage was incredible, and the moment he appeared Seharael's voice shattered. It broke off in his throat like an arrow to his chest, freezing in the face of the God he had so hated only seconds before. Juudas had never been truly 'real' to Seharael, as he had never seen him before. He was simply the topic of conversation between his parents, and now, confronted with the epic reality that was Juudas the Wise, the male had no idea what to say or do. He was simply frozen. The voice that moved forth from Juudas was one of utter peace and tranquility, and within each heartfelt word was an underlying sympathy and that only moved Seharael further into tears. "Seharael Daven..." A pause, waiting for Seharael to lift his gaze. "Your mother and father are dead. You must accept this and move on."

[/color] His words shook the male, who in turn shook with sobs, tears streaming down his face. "How can I? How can I move on with no one there!?"[/color] he cried, his gaze tinging with anger. His emotions... were so rampant. They were in complete control of him, tainting the way he acted, forcing him into a cliche role of the distraught young one. He was greeted with that voice. "Look around you, Seharael. These men. These Malaki. These Soldiers. They are there for you, now and from here out. You are their healer now, Seharael. I did not allow you to be created that way by accident. It is your purpose and your destiny to take your mother's place among these ranks as the Healer. Your power is much greater than hers was, Seharael, and will be put to much better use. Take that power and focus it into your life. Heal yourself, and then, once you are whole again, take your place in my Army."[/color] Seharael's breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon that marvelous face. Take his place...? He had no idea the depth and truth those words held, but for some reason, he was able to take comfort in that face. From that moment on, Seharael was devoted to his God.

The Healer's Life

Unfortunately, with the exception of his parent's death, Seharael has led an extremely boring life. Well, not necessarily boring, but nothing worth going into extreme depth really rears its head. For millenia he has been functioning as the Healer of the Malaki Army, and the reception he received was beyond friendly. The soldiers had seen Juudas' speech to the young Malaki, and so they did everything in their power to make him feel welcome and loved. They became his family, but unfortunately for those soldiers, they arrived too late to fill the void. Embarrassed by his emotional behavior and distraught that he had no ability to control it, Seharael took the time Juudas had suggested to not only heal his wounds, but suppress the pain. This was most definitely not what Juudas had in mind when he had told him to Heal himself, but it was what worked the best. It was the first step into the complex Seharael has developed for himself over the years, and it made it almost impossible for the soldiers to connect with their new addition. Regardless, they attributed his detachment to continual emotional strain, so by the time anyone realized this was how Seharael was going to be for an extended period of time, they were too late, as it was already an established part of his personality. The one, significant thing Seharael's life has consisted of thus far is the formation of the Malaki Medical Corps. The Medical Corps is a very small division of the army consisting of perhaps no more than ten Malaki in total. While Seharael was, (and is), the only Malaki with healing abilities, he did not understand why so few of them were actually versed in the healing arts. They knew basic first aid and things like that, but never had they been taught how to actually heal and such. And so, after several years in service, he began to build the Corps. Its intention was simply to teach any Malaki who wished to learn, in the beginning, and was meant only as a supplement to typical battle training. As Seharael grew, so did his ideas about the Medical Corps, and though it took several hundred years, he eventually established it into an actual division. Malaki who believed themselves too weak or unfit for physical battle would come to him, wishing to learn how to heal so that they could better assist their army, and he taught them. Potions, ointments, anti-venoms... These all came naturally to Seharael, and so he taught them to whomever wished to learn.

Now having been enlisted as Healer in the Malaki Army for well over ten-thousand years, the Medical Corps is a very established, well-respected version of what it used to be. Rather than taking in those who felt unfit otherwise, it began to target specific Malaki who displayed empathic capabilities or other tell-tale signs of a nurturing personality. This requires little effort from Seharael to enforce, and while he does indeed still teach the Corps, there are now millenia old Malaki from the first inducted into the division that can run it for him. In more recent years, (speaking to the last ten-thousand), Seharael has taken his head OUT of his own creation, (the Medical Corps), and devoted himself more entirely to Juudas and his cause. Whispers continue to filter in day in and day out about the banished God, Sien, and whether or not those rumors are substantiated, Seharael feels it is his duty to be on primary alert. He is to help Juudas. That is all. While this History may, (and should), feel scant or incomplete, that is because the events of Seharael's life do not define him. He does not feel that his actions thus far encompass all that he is, and that is the truth. His own complexities and intricacies can be found simply by observing him from afar or from a closer seat. He exists in a way that is entirely unique to himself, and no amount of historical information I could portray here would give you any more insight into the male as a whole. Anything here you want to know more about? You have but to simply ask...
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FACE CLAIM,

Seharael's main face claim has no real name, or none that I could find. The male was drawn by *Heise of Deviantart in all her greatness, and every aspect of the picture just drove me crazy. I loved it and it totally fit Seharael physically, as well as being a perfect medium for what I wanted to do in terms of personality and healing abilities.

TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF,

OMIGOSH HI THERE! My name is Ryan! I'm an 18 year old College Freshman going to school for a Vocal Performance degree. I aspire to be an Opera Singer and be a star on stage one day. Um, I love roleplaying because it's an artistic and emotional vent for me to be able to write, and roleplaying is something that helps me improve my writing abilities. ^_^ I'm a nice guy, I think, so long as you're not rude to me or others pointlessly. That's really the only thing that gets my goat. Uhm, there's really nothing else I feel that needs mentioning here so... um... yeah. I really look forward to RPing with all of you! =3

WHAT IS PRELUDE?

Prelude is a completely original conglomeration of badassery and creativity. Based around an ancient war amongst curious, all too human Gods, Prelude is set in a time that is about to fall into war once against. Juudas the Wise, a benevolent God older than time itself, stands on the side of good whereas Sien the Illusive, a power hungry God ruled by his greed and lust for power stands on the side of evil. The two concepts of good and evil become androgynous in the world of Prelude as one must decide with whom they stand: Juudas or Sien. Other Gods, related to these two archetypal entities, are important as well, but only in the state of their alliance. Races and cultures collide in this world where, eventually, only one side will remain standing. BTW, the bit about all the super cool races and HUGE amounts of information is included in the 'badassery and creativity' comment. ^_^

EXTRA INFO,

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APPROVED,
- while it'd be nice to whine about how much that was to read, I can't, because I love you for the fact that you wrote all of that. It's rare to find people so, as I perceive, dedicated to this creation of mine. So thank you for the amount of effort you put into the profile, sugar! I really do appreciate it.