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@lightningdamned

A literal Game of Thrones winner when alive, best swordfighter, the most dangerous, unpredictable double-triple crosser of all time. Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse.

@infernal-general

201 year old war general with assassin training, weapon proficiency along with her own body being the most lethal one. Wielder of the Hellfire, master of warfare. Second Horseman of the Apocalypse.

@deathshadowed

Death personified, harbinger of decay. Best marksman in history without a missed shot. Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse.

@phoenixborn

Unapologetically chaotic little shit, wicked good acrobat and packs some insane kicks. A literal cosmic horror, one of the oldest entities ever existed.

Well, it seems that your journey has ended. Very sorry about that. It-it was always going to end this way, of course. If it weren’t by me, it would’ve just been by some other, y’know, terrible thing, just–you could not imagine how terrible it would be-just-I get scared thinkin’ about it. Glad it’s not me. Reminds me of a-of a time I was speaking to my good friend Orville. We were–we were sitting on a park bench watching the pigeons. I was on the left; he was on the r–wait, was I on the right? Or left? Anyways, it doesn’t matter. We were sitting on there watching the pigeons. And uh, -II said to Orville, ‘Friend, those birds are frozen, and he kinda looked at me like I’d lost my mind, but I reminded him that it was winter, y’know, and often birds will sit in a tree until they freeze then-then they y’know they sort of fall to the ground ‘til the sun warms up a-and they can y’know move around again. So I said to Orville, ‘you might as well save those breadcrumbs until the birds thaw, ‘cause they can’t very well enjoy them in the condition they’re in.’ To which he asked what I meant, and asking what condition the crumbs should be in before he threw them to the birds–assuming that I meant the birds couldn’t enjoy the breadcrumbs in the condition that the crumbs were in, when in fact I had meant the birds could not enjoy them in the condition that the birds were in, considering that the birds were frozen. Y’know so he took a moment and then threw his last handful onto the ground. I said to him, ‘Orville, why did you just throw the breadcrumbs to the birds when I just told you they’re frozen?’ To which he responded, ‘the breadcrumbs are not frozen.’ Again, misunderstanding my words. I didn’t mean to say that the breadcrumbs were frozen, when I said, ‘I told you they’re frozen’, I’d been referring to the birds. Y’know, in hindsight what I should’ve said was–and this would make perfect sense, ‘Why did you throw the breadcrumbs to the birds when the birds are frozen?’ He misunderstood upon my correction, statin’ that he didn’t know what else to do with the breadcrumbs, and that perhaps, y’know, when the birds thawed, they’d still be able to eat the crumbs. So I-I said to Orville, I said and this is what I said to him, I said, ‘Orville, the birds may be dead

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Surprise flared across her face as her option to leave was ruled out. Maybe he was only curious...she couldn't blame that either.

A small smile at his question, it was both flattering and adorable. “...Not quite”

“Something...more.” her voice seemed to come from all directions, surrounding them a bit muffled since it came from the stars outside this dimension

“Part of me was created when the first explosion was born in the Universe. I shaped the cosmos, every spark, fire, star is connected to me, part of me. I'm everywhere, my fire is cosmic.” Cindy smiled gently

“I was once human, then a spirit after my death. Now, I am the Fire.”

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“Annoying as in getting spooked by sudden noises or the volume and pitch?” still, slight relief had found her; what she couldn’t quite understand that why was he so patient with her

“If it’s the volume, I have bad news as I can belt much longer. Louder. Higher.”

Oh…light. That was a blow indeed, he had no idea what was she. He probably thought she just died and now running around as a Sinner or whatever it’s called. But she couldn’t be farther than that.

“Well…currently I’m not on fire but I uh…I’m not from here.” Cindy gestured around “I come and go as Hell is sort of a pocket dimension and I’m…something else.”

“Let me show you, I promise it won’t be too bright.” after learning that information, busting out her wings probably wouldn’t be the best action. Instead she closed her hands and concentrated.

Unaware how her veins shone through her skin like starlight, her hands eventually parted, revealing a tiny mass floating between them. “This is a protostar, meaning it haven’t had it’s first fusion to be considered fully born.” the start of a bright explosion and Cindy immediately crushed her creation before it could potentially cause Erebus discomfort

“I know this is a lot…I can go if you want.” she would understand. It was only the tiniest glimpse of what she was capable of and in her experiences not a lot of being wanted to be close to someone potentially so…explosive

Of course she could belt even louder. At this point he wasn’t surprised. That meant he’d have to be on guard at all times. Not that it would really help much in the long run.

His brows rose when she confessed to being…something else. So she wasn’t a sinner? Erebus knew from the moment he met Cindy that something didn’t seem quite right with her. But he chalked it up to her being a new arrival. He had no idea what to expect now.

His gaze lowered to her hands. White, pupilless eyes widened upon seeing her bright creation. It wasn’t too bad, but he thankful she destroyed before it got any brighter. Blinking slightly, the gargoyle shook his head. “No! No, don’t go…Just still tryin’ to process this s’all.” An tense silence settled between them before he eventually broke it again. “So, what you’re tryin’ to tell me is you’re some kinda god?”

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Masterlist about Voice

Voice Claim: Lzzy Hale

Other inspirations: Axl Rose, Robert Plant

Vocal range: almost four octaves

Voice type: dramatic mezzo-soprano with hints of Soprano sfogato

Speaking voice: gritty mezzo

Longest notes: 15 to 30 seconds

Instruments: piano, learning electric, rhythm/lead and bass guitar

Education: choir singer for a week, almost completely self taught

Genres: hard rock, glam rock, glam metal, pop rock, cock rock (yes that's a thing.), alternative rock, grunge, bits of heavy metal. Founder of cosmic rock.

Unique qualities: natural grit in every part of her range, long, sustained belts even into the 6th octave, crazy vocal runs lasting up to 30 seconds, incredibly powerful vibrato, ability to switch to clean voice after satanic howls in a second, mimicking electric guitar sounds/singing along to it, comfortable in the lower registers as well, extremely flexible voice and vocal agility

Three word description: Explosive. Unique. Legendary.

Stage presence: Cindy has been through a lot. She suffered, has too many unhealthy coping mechanisms for her unresolved traumas but music...is something else. When performing, no matter for one person or for an arena she is truly herself. Happy, carefree and a hurricane. She never can stay still, only when executing those famous hour long belts, otherwise she's running, jumping all around the stage. She is charismatic, magnetic not just because of her talent but active effort to get the crowd enjoy themselves and sing after or with her. Sometimes even making physical contact with the raging fans, jumping off stage to deliver a few lines to one specific person. Her outfits look like she just came out of a BDSM gear store. Leather, vinyl, pvc, spikes, harnesses, high heels, chains; her wardrobe as flashy as her gritty falsetto screeches. She has no problem running around in basically bikini/lingerie, she is kind with fans but there's an underlying pride about her capabilities and display of her body. The concerts are long and she never loses any energy or has her voice weakened nearing the end. Her voice is as great if not better live than recorded.

Care: Cindy's voice is her most treasured possession and while using her gift to the utmost, she does it in a safe way. She is the embodiment of Fire but she doesn't want to test whenever her vocal chords are included in the regeneration process. She warms up every day, carefully going through her whole range, prodding whenever she can expand into whistle register or not. After singing she also does cooldown exercises just like after an intense workout you don't leave your body hanging. She consumes 2 liters of water in a day (despite...due to her anatomy it's nothing), doesn't smoke, drink alcohol or do drugs. She has 5 teas to keep her throat and vocals healthy, revitalized: Chamomile to repair tissue, Licorice root for anti inflammatory effects, Mixture of licorice, anise, raspberry leaves and slippery elm for soothing, overall protection, faster recovery, Peppermint to relieve stress and relax the muscles, Green tea to strengthen that impossible vibrato even further. Cindy is undeniably gifted but she worked and works hard to achieve & keep her current level and not reckless with her talent.

Songs: She writes her own songs, she has the instrumental part in her head but unable to write that down due to the lack of professional teaching. She can cover the most famous songs from I will always love you to Black Dog, showing her versatility in genres.

Habits/quirks: drumming the rhythm with her left leg, improvisation vocal stunts for minutes during mid songs for a true 80s experience, burning chemistry with band members, closing her eyes to bask in the guitar solo mixed with the roars of awe

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