Raisha Seraph

Full Name: Raisha Seraph

Also Known As: Hell’s Bride, Bloodwing angel, Ai, Rai, Aisha. (Goes by Aisha or Ai most of the time)

Age: Sometime after her first century, she stopped counting. Although her appearance gives off the illusion that she looks eighteen, for the most.

Race: According to Rain’s biography, Aisha became a vampire, but after her death at the hands of her brother, her soul was shattered. As a result, both her body and remnants of her soul became unstable, out of balance. She has the fangs of a vampire, but has neither the advantages nor disadvantages of the species. The instability of her soul altered her physical body greatly, giving her some advantages and disadvantages. She only needs to feed on souls for her body to survive, hence, she became some sort of Soul Reaper. Soul Reapers live for centuries upon centuries, because feeding off of souls keep them from aging.

Sex: Female.

Hair: Gold, as her eyes. Sometimes tied up in a bun, or sometimes loose. When it’s loose, its length reaches just past her shoulders.

Eyes: Gold, as her hair, attributed with a soulless gaze.

Weight: Due to the nature of her soul, she can alter her weight at will. She usually keeps it at one normal level (between 110lbs and 125lbs). She can also become as light as a feather. Crossing chasms was never this easy, folks!

Height: 5 feet 9 inches.

Weapon:
Hellfire Excalibur – A sword forged from Orihalcon (An ore used by gods). As a result, it is unbreakable, and never gets dull. It can cut through almost anything when the right pressure is applied. The blade is approximately three feet long, and it is light. Swinging it around is a breeze. It has no other attributes other than those, but it does have a cool appearance. (Check Aisha’s appearance to see the sword)

Armour: None.

Strengths: Relentless. Emotions never get in the way of her goal, no matter what that goal is. She can cross chasms (by ‘walking on air’ because of her altered weight) and traps that are set off by weight become void. Aisha is also bloodless, (hence her pale outward appearance) She can be cut, bruised, or beaten to near death, but she won’t suffer from blood loss. Her looks and near emotionless-ness grant her the power of deception. She can deceive men into going into some secluded place with her, where she can reveal her true colours and reap their souls without much resistance. When wounded with normal weapons, she can heal almost instantly. Her speed, due to her altering weight, can also rival that of Rain’s. She doesn’t need to eat or sleep, once she’s had her soul filling breakfast for the day.

Weaknesses: Her mind alone is a weakness. A mere memory of her brother alone will rage a war between the pieces of her soul that remain. Part of her still loves her brother, but part wants to execute sweet revenge. The mental anguish of the battle within will cause her to lose all focus at once. She also needs to feed on at least one soul a day, if she doesn’t, she becomes so weak, that she won’t even be able to lift her sword, but her weight and other magic spells and such can still be altered and cast. Holy weapons and magic form her main weaknesses; just a touch alone will cause a burn with such intensity, that she might have to retreat from the battle in order to heal. Wounds from these weapons and magic take much more energy and time to heal. Healing normal wounds also take a little time, and no energy. If she is beaten relentlessly, she won’t have time to heal. Also, if she is caught off-guard by the wind while casually moving around while she’s feather-weight, she can -literally- be blown away.

Magic/Skills:
The Harvest: (Magic: Mysticism | Absorption) This one is fairly basic, and most used. When she kills someone, just before they die, their soul is extracted and absorbed. She just needs to put her palm facing the victim, and will the soul to come forth. The victim dies instantly afterwards.

Hemorrhage: (Magic: Illusion) This is a weak spell, which only lasts a little less than a minute. The person she uses it on will see himself or herself in Aisha’s place. So it’ll be much like the victim is looking into a mirror. The only difference is that the ‘reflection’ is battered, bruised, and bleeding all over. Remember, it’s all an illusion.

Bloodwing: (Magic: Destruction) A more powerful spell than the previous two. Her hands must be totally free, meaning she can’t be holding anything.. She puts both of her palms outwards, facing the victim, and emits a blast of heat that blows the opponent and everything surrounding him backwards. The way Aisha positions her hands (wrist against wrist, with palms facing the victim, fingers not touching each other) and the crimson colour of the blast as soon as it is released from her hands gives the spell its name.

Soul Seeker: (Magic: Alteration) A magic spell of a Soul Reaper. This changes Aisha’s vision and makes her almost completely blind. The only things she’ll see are the silhouette of creatures and humans who have souls. If the creature is at full health, the silhouette is faint. If the creature is near death, the silhouette glimmers brightly (signifying that the soul is ready to be let out after the body perishes). Her vision is not affected by obstacles such as walls or doors, she only sees the silhouettes of the people behind them, so she can tell how much people are behind a wall or other obstacle.

Bricks and Feather: (Magic: Alteration) This spell can be used any time, any where. She alters her weight with this. Her weight can go from being as heavy as a ton of bricks, or as light as a feather.

Shifting Mirror: (Skill) Aisha can copy her opponent’s every move, once she’s seen them before. For example, if she sees someone handling a sword exceptionally well, she can mimic their every move, and use it on anyone. The different moves and techniques that she observes remains in her memory, and can be used on others. Aisha cannot copy magical abilities.

General Appearance:


Appearance Description:
Aisha’s appearance in one word, is simply ‘beautiful’. When loose, her golden hair falls past her gold eyes, and upon her shoulders. Her hair is smooth and shiny, and the ends flip slightly outward as they are pulled along by the slightest breeze. The golden strands sometimes fall around her eyes, seeming to frame them. Her eyes are almost always blank, seeming to be totally soulless, as if she is just staring off into the distance while her mind is somewhere else. Her total lack of blood makes her skin tone an almost deathly white. Her eyes look down over a small nose, and small, slightly pink lips. Her face gives off a more ‘cute’ than ‘hot’ appearance. Her dark dress flows with her when she moves, it never hampers her movements, and it does not weigh her down. Hellfire is usually sheathed diagonally across her back, in a similarly decorated case, from her right shoulder down to the left side of her waist. Aisha’s boots reach just the middle of her shins, both jet-black and glossy. She moves with a swift grace, a captivating languor.

Personality:
Aisha’s face almost always remains emotionless. Her true smiles are wicked grins, any smile other than that is just appearance, she doesn’t mean it. Sometimes, very rarely, she’ll grit her teeth to show frustration. Her tone of voice never becomes loud and harsh; she’s always soft spoken no matter what. She feels no regret for any crimes she’s committed and has no mercy, none for men, women, or even children. Aisha usually keeps to herself, and she’s never the one to be in an argument, she’s never the one to start any. If someone starts one with her, she either kills them, or tells them something that would end the argument, and then kill them, not forgetting to reap souls in the process. To put it simply, Aisha is a psychopath in a pretty package. Her heart is cold and cruel, and most of her gestures follow her heart. She comes with a perfect memory also. Ai can describe each and every memory she has down to every last detail, which is an important asset to one who insists on holding grudges.

The only person who could warm her cold heart is her brother and memories of him, but even then, her condition worsens. As I said before, part of her loves her brother, but another part of her also yearns for revenge. This breaks her completely in half, each half fighting for control of her mind and body. This is the time where she’ll say one thing, and be doing something completely different. For example, she could be crying and uttering apologies while viciously swinging her sword at her opponent.

Theme song: A Perfect Circle - Passive.

Biography:
She remembered it all.

Rain’s hand against her neck. The strength he held in his fingers as her neck twisted out of place before it snapped. But even then she was still alive, she felt everything. Pain and suffering caused by her fatal injury as well as the suffering of her infuriated heartbeat. How she wished that it would just stop, that it would all stop. Then she felt it. Something sharp against her chest, and suddenly, it ripped through her skin, rupturing veins and grating its way to her heart.

And then… it all stopped.

Even as her eyelids struggled to remain open, she saw the darkness cloud her eyesight. Tension in her muscles ceased, her hand fell lifeless to the floor, touching the cold sanguine liquid that flowed from her heart.

She remembered everything.

Aisha closed her eyes as she remembered the sickening crackle of the bones in her neck as they snapped back into place. She ran her now ghostly pale hand up her once flowing white dress, up to the gaping tear in it. Her fingers touched her skin there, feeling no mark of a wooden stake being there at all. The only evidence that remained were her ruddy dress, and the stake soaked in blood, her blood, lying on the red-stained ground.

Her bare feet shuffled through the rubble, barely lifting off the ground. For now, all that she could think about was the moment when her brother drove the stake through her heart. Her mind felt shattered, it descended into total turmoil. Aisha denied the memory all she could, but it kept coming back to her. She felt blinded somehow, and her feelings overshadowed her eyes. Her eyes saw nothing but black now, she unconsciously quickened her pace.

Her walk broke into a run. She stumbled over stones and twigs in her path, she could not see them. Her feet and toes blistered and bruised, Aisha fell over out of exhaustion, bruising her knees when she did. Her confusion was increased further when her wounds tingled as they healed. Her breathing increased, but the associated increase of the speed of her heartbeat was not felt. Aisha’s hand found its way over her chest, but there was no vibrating of her chest. It only rose and fell as breaths were inhaled and exhaled.

She turned abruptly. A faint glimmer had caught her eyes. Aisha held her breath as the glimmering silhouette seemed to turn towards her. The crackling of twigs and grating of stones met her ears as the silhouette moved slowly towards her. The creature in the darkness leaned over her, inspecting her with its hidden eyes. Aisha propelled herself back slightly with her arms and feet. It followed her movements, and suddenly, she felt something warm touch her waist gently

Get away from me.

She gritted her teeth as her hands pushed outward, attempting to knock back her assailant. She succeeded, but much more than she had expected. Her hands emitted a simmering burst of air, throwing the silhouette backwards. In the midst of this, she saw the darkness fading away. Like a squid’s ink in water, the black clouds rolled off her eyes, almost blinding her with daylight. Aisha’s eyes adjusted to the light as they searched around her. Sight fell upon what -or rather, who- the silhouette was. Standing up, Aisha put out her hand, and moved slowly towards the body of a boy. He seemed to be no older than sixteen, dressed in rags, a short steel sword gripped tightly by his fingers.

She stopped.

Something warm pressed against the palm of her outstretched hand. A warm breeze filled her body and surrounded her. Her eyes closed as she inhaled it, and it felt as if the warmness fused with her own fragmented soul. Unconsciously, her tongue stretched outwards and caressed her lips, making them slightly moist. Her first taste of a soul. Ai bent over, and uncurled the boy’s fingers from around the hilt of his sword. She had no idea what it was she did, or why she did it.

But she craved more.

Blinded by this new and odd craving, Aisha sifted through the brush until she found a path through the trees that might take her somewhere. As she prodded along the path, she did so without aim, without any sort of motivation. Life left her eyes, the gold in them became dull.

Aisha had unknowingly embraced her new life. A new, meaningless, soulless life.

A sudden clanking of steel in the distance attracted her attention. Lifting her dress slightly so her movements would not be hindered, she went swiftly and silently towards the source of the clashing. Ai stumbled upon a small encampment. There was a fire, and three teenagers sitting around it, one was a girl who held a folded, dark cloth to her chest tightly. There were two boys behind them; both held swords in their hands, practicing their swordplay. One boy’s sword caught her eye, it wasn’t dull and small like the other one, but large and ruddy, with a tint of gold wherever the light reflected off of it. He swung it around with ease as the other one parried, twirling his sword and attacking when the opening of opportunity presented itself. All were dressed in familiar rags, save for the girl’s boots, which were dark, like the folded cloth, but shiny. Aisha hid nearby and observed their movements intently, but her attention was taken from them when a boy that sat near the fire began to speak.

"Hehe, Kati," He chuckled, talking to the girl, "Do you like the dress and boots we stole for you?"

Kati nodded with a small smile, "Mmhm!"

"Happy birthday, Kati."

"Thank you... very much." She responded softly, nodding and smiling ever so slightly.

Their celebration was interrupted by the slow movement of footsteps near them. The sitting boys shot up and drew their swords hastily, the girl being left to sit back and watch. The two boys who were practicing went behind the intruder, while the two who were at the fire stood at the front. Aisha was not moved by their enclosure, instead, she kept staring straight ahead. They seemed to be intimidated by her. Intimidated by the sword in her hand, by her bloody dress, her silence, her dead stare. Finally, one of them took the initiative and stuttered to her.

"L..Look lady, if you don’t leave now, we-… we’ll have to kill you!"

Ai remembered what she felt when she was on the ground, clasping her chest. She gritted her teeth slightly, tilting her lips a little. Her eyes still holding a vacant gaze, she twirled the sword in her hand, just like how the boy twirled his when he was practicing.

"I’m already dead."

Gravel grated rhythmically underfoot as one of the boys rushed in from the left. He held his steel sword upright, yelling something short of a war cry. Aisha turned to him, and blocked each of his attacks, imitating the technique that she had observed before. Uttering a cry of surprise at her knowledge of his attacks, he left himself open for a few full seconds. Another cry escaped his lips, but it ended abruptly as Ai’s sword went deeper into his skull. Letting go of the hilt, Aisha put her palm towards the falling boy and touched her lips with her tongue, expecting to feel what she had felt before. The boy’s feet lifted off the ground as his soul was pulled from the body. The soul extracted, Ai wrapped her fingers around the handle of the sword which she had just sent through the boy’s skull. A sickening grating sound of bone and steel echoed slightly as the sword was ripped from his head. Kati shrieked at the gory sight as she backed away slowly from the group. This time, Ai swung to her right, clashing blades with the decorated sword.

"Think you can withstand Hellfire?" The boy grunted through gritted teeth.

Her sword began to crack as he pressed down on her makeshift shield. In a last effort, she swung horizontally, breaking both the boy’s pressing attack and her steel blade in one swift, strong movement. Ai put her hand to the side, as she stared straight ahead, seemingly over the boy who stumbled backwards. Her fingers relaxed, allowing the broken sword to fall noisily near her feet. The fresh stench of blood seemed to thicken the air. It filled nostrils and throats, choking those who breathed it in slightly. Ai didn’t move a muscle, subtly waiting to be attacked.

"Come into my parlor." Said the spider to the fly.

The remaining three boys remained a good distance away. It never did dawn on them that running would be a grand idea right now. Kati, huddled near the fire, shifted uneasily, crushing some dried leaves while she did. The silence broke, and the boys’ attention shifted to the slight noise. Aisha quickly put her wrists together, and faced her palms toward the boy who had just attacked her. He flew backwards, releasing his sword in the process. Ai bent her knees as her hand picked up her new sword with the greatest of ease. The tip of it scraped against the ground, and made a distinct continuing ping as it left the dirt. The boy who had first held that blade was unconscious.

She would deal with him later.

Ai started towards Kati, with a quicker, more normal pace than she had used before. The remaining two boys attempted to block her path and protect the girl. They huddled together in front of her, both their swords upright, facing her, both shaking severely from fear. Ai swung the sword upward fiercely and abruptly, severing one boy’s wrists. Both screamed as her attack continued horizontally, causing both screams to end swiftly. Aisha turned her attention towards the young girl, Kati, whose eyes were bulging from fright. She sweated uncontrollably, the fire she was near to didn’t seem to help her in any way.

As Aisha began to advance slowly, Kati began to plead.

"Please, miss! I’m an orphan, it’s my birthday, please don’t kill me, I don’t want to die..."

At this point, tears began to flow. Kati’s hands trembled as she struggled to wipe them away.

Her scream began to rise in volume, but it was forcefully cut short.

***

Days became weeks.

Weeks became months.

Meters treaded turned into miles.

Various techniques and her own abilities mastered, Ai found herself walking from town to town. Her craving became a dying flame, she harvested what she needed more smartly now, and not in a blind hunger-driven rampage as before. She still killed, sometimes it was anyone she came across. Men, women and children. None of them were spared. She cut down the authorities when they dared to confront her about her misdeeds. Guilt and regret were never felt. Ai became near emotionless.

She felt no heart in her.

She would have never guessed what would happen on a fated day.

The sun began to set as Ai stood at the centre of a dusty town. Her sword sheathed across her back, and her eyes still dull and lifeless. No one dared to look straight into her eyes, to be honest, the townspeople were intimidated by her. Ai set her eyes for her vision to descend into darkness. The silhouette’s of the townspeople flitted by, most of them faint, some of them ready to gleam. But there was one, just one, which was exceptionally faint. The glimmer of the silhouette was even less than a perfectly healthy newborn. Ai tilted her head slightly at this one. She blinked, forcing her sight back to normality.

Ai suddenly rushed forward, her lips slightly apart, and her eyes moist with tears. She wrapped her arms around the person from behind, and buried her face in his back, crying.

"Rain…" She cried.

Rain’s eyes widened, her voice in his ear. He turned his face to look at the girl who held him.

"Raisha…? Is it you…?"

She released him from her grasp, and looked up into his eyes, wiping her face and nodding to answer the question.

"I missed you…" She sighed through parted lips.

"Oh, Rai…"

"I’ll kill you!" Ai screamed, hastily drawing her sword and swinging it viciously at him. Her eyes closed, her eyelids pushed out tears which fell like stars unto the dust. This was it. Her mind descended into total chaos, one half of her cried uncontrollably while the other viciously tried to unleash it’s rage. Rain was caught in her sudden flurry of attacks, he felt the sword slice cleanly into his shoulder. If he hadn’t jumped back when he did, his arm would’ve been severed completely. He held his wound tightly as he landed, too surprised to speak. Aisha looked at him, crying afresh, she gritted her teeth. Her wrists together, and her fingers apart, she spoke softly.

"I’m sorry…"

She closed her eyes as the heat exploded from her hands, sending Rain backwards harshly.

Her tears were left behind when she turned and ran.

She kept running till she collapsed. Ai remained on the ground for a little while, her eyes closed as she concentrated on dismissing each and every thought of her brother. She sat up, on the verge of succeeding in her mental battle, she wiped her eyes gently.

"Miss!"

Her thoughts interrupted by a strange voice. She turned to face a middle-aged woman, finely dressed in expensive clothes.

"Miss. Where did you get that dress? I was robbed of a dress similar to this one while buying it. I paid good money for it."

Aisha stood up, looking away from the person slightly. Her eyes were no longer shining, their dull state had returned.

"Miss, are you listening to me?! That dress is mine."

"Oh, I’m sorry. You won’t be needing it." Ai’s hand clasped her sword’s hilt. The smooth sound of Hellfire scraping against its sheath filled her ear as it was slowly drawn.

Yep, she's a psycho.

*Approvedeth*

Thank you very much, Ratha! And yes, she is.. interesting =]

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