Here Is My Version Of Armaros/Arakiel!

Here is my version of Armaros/Arakiel!

Aremophivus Brejzuktophina is an intuitive Äylcephomus with autism, having a difficult time reading social cues and body language. She has trouble with trying out new things and moving onto different activities as well as problems with organisation and planning. Her dependence is directed towards the support of parental figures and people she can trust like good friends. She has a morbid, self-destructive way of thinking and restless, agitated behaviour that makes concentration difficult. She needs some encouragement and hyperfixation every now and then by hugging her plushies or reading books on her special interests to a very concerning extent. At first glance, she’s quite emotionally sensitive in a violent way and appears to be cold, barely expressing her emotions. In actuality, she’s a tender and sweet person that tries her best to maintain a nonchalant attitude and an optimistic outlook on life. During intense and disorientating circumstances, she’s more likely to act on impulse, not considering the consequences of her actions. Other than that, Aremophivus has mediocre self-control and is relatively timid, treating most situations with hesitant caution.

As a curious individual, she finds comfort in exploring unfamiliar areas and acquiring knowledge, but stays on high alert for potential danger. Whenever she’s in a happier mood, she can be irresponsibly playful at times, pulling off harmless pranks and annoying tricks for the fun of it. She feels satisfied by her achievements and talents, trying not to outwardly boast about them. She can be aggressively self-assertive and veracious, but tries to remain respectful and humble in all situations. She’s firmly devoted to her relationships, constantly staying by the side of those she cares about through all highs and lows. Aremophivus will only leave someone behind if they betrayed her trust and/or had malicious intentions to use her for some unsavoury purpose. She can withstand adversity, but her extreme mood swings can make it difficult for her to adjust to certain life situations like accepting the death of a loved one. She isn’t afraid to resist politically corrupt individuals and people who abuse their position over others. Whenever she feels furious, she has an intimidating aura and no qualms in hurting the people who provoked her wrath. She has a strong hatred towards cruel and sadistic individuals as well as the feeling of unfair defeat.

Her body type is a triangular ectomorph with slim arms, semi-sloping shoulders, a well-defined waist, large hips, and a flat chest. She has ashen skin with dark green freckles on her face, neck, and hands, and silvery pink stretch marks on her hips and upper arms. Her hip-length hair is a glimmering medium ash blonde with messy waves and middle-parted, ear-reaching bangs. She has eighteen male Himalayan monal wings and six-fingered hands tipped with slightly rounded claws. She also has two rows of omnivorous teeth and heterochromatic eyes—the right is a sunburst green-hazel and the left is teal. Her left foot has four digits with her big toe and second toe being infused together, her back is covered in scourging marks, and her hands and feet have healed holes. On her left lumbar region, there is a pinkish birthmark that appears to be strangely shaped like a gnarly tree stump.

Aremophivus is approximately 4’ 3” (129.54 cm) as a pre-teen, wearing a twinkling sapphire dress with a luxurious blend of rich velvet and flowing chiffon. The floor-touching sleeves have a dramatic bell shape that are snug at the shoulders, only to billow out past the elbows, and reminiscent of the wings of angels. They’re made from sparkling black chiffon, edged with delicate silver lace that mimics the intricate ironwork of Gothic cathedrals. The bodice is reminiscent of a gorget and cuirass, but with threads in gunmetal grey, muted gold, and deep scarlet weaving a pattern of zodiac constellations, nebulae, and vines. Around her waist, she dons a girdle of blackened chainmail, studded with sardonyx and metallic grey hematite, cinching her dress. Flowing from the cinched waist, the skirt unfurls like the petals of a rose, layers of earthy green translucent chiffon cascading over one another. The hem is hand-painted with a gradient that fades into a rusty brown and teal, which has flecks of burgundy. Aremophivus dons a waist-length half a circle cape in a muted brown, purple, and gold plaid pattern, a faded jade lining, and seven gilt-brass holly sprigs with ruby berries as clasps.

Aremophivus is about 6’ 5” (198.12 cm) as an adult, wearing a silk chiffon dress that appears to be basked in the golden glow of the setting sun. Her long sleeves slightly belled at the wrists, being made from a translucent gossamer fabric that has a gradient of strikemaster, ocean green, and apple blossom. The billowing sleeves are secured at intervals with gold-coloured bands of embroidered velvet. The bodice has a modest yet regal neckline with a gentle scoop that frames the collarbone, giving way to a dusting of fine and cobweb-like deep scarlet lace. It’s adorned with intricate patterns of slain dragons, guarding gryphons, wildflowers, and vines in silver-blue, gold, soft pink, wisteria, and metallic green embroidery. Purple pearls and small sapphire beads are sewn among the embroidery, catching the light and adding to the heavenly glow of the dress. Around her waist, she wears a belt crafted from woven silver threads with green gold filigree detailing, featuring a central rhomboid moonstone. Flowing from the waist is a skirt that cascades like a chiffon waterfall of liquid sapphire and the multiple layers of tulle creates both volume and a soft, cloud-like silhouette. The white tulle layers are subtly dusted with iridescent glitter, while the sapphire chiffon features appliqués of golden stars, scarlet sun crosses, and rusty brown alchemical earth symbols (🜃). The hem brushes the ground softly and trails behind with a gentle rustle, which is hand-painted with a shimmering green gold hue. Aremophivus wears a pair of dull copper rope sandals and a dragging saffron grey stole with green gold tassels and edge-embellished scarlet flames.

She can create an invisible dome of blinding light that can engulf twenty to thirty irredeemable sinners three times per week. This dome will send her chosen targets to a dimension that’s full of colourful life and gracious earth, completely alien from their world. However, once the earth has distorted and become hellish, her targets will begin to suffer horrific hallucinations. These hallucinations symbolise their past and heinous actions, proceeding to violently eviscerate their target until she pulls back the dome. She possesses a deep bond with nature, being able to understand and communicate with animals. Aremophivus has greatly heightened senses and the abnormal strength to move entire mountains. As a result of her agility and super quick reflexes, she’s capable of effortlessly evading capture and light-speed projectiles. She possesses unlimited knowledge of the earth’s physical phenomena and the resolving of enchantments. She’s able to unleash tremendous bursts of geokinetic power that can shake the very foundation of the earth. She can create miniature geological formations with a mere thought, and use empathy to heal the land, stabilise fault lines, calm natural disasters, and protect endangered species. She’s capable of communicating with the earth, restoring balance to ecosystems, and rectifying geological anomalies. However, she can cause immense damage to natural landscapes by utilising the negative energy of human neglect and greed.

She can manipulate incubation, imperfection, duality, balance, paradoxes, rampages, madness, rust, the reversal of time, decay, fiery and bloody explosions, daybreak, the rotation of all planets, gravity, leylines, and physical and spiritual boundaries. She can force people to view the goodness and wickedness of their souls, predict apocalyptic events and natural disasters, and bring down bolts of red lightning. She’s a master of alchemy that can speak and understand all languages, temporarily encase herself in a protective layer of holy light, and summon twelve wild animals. She can change the age and sturdiness of objects (e.g. carpet) and plants, influence good dreams, and procure temporal dignities. Aremophivus can absorb deteriorating health, sinful souls, pleasant memories, and internal organs, and endow forbidden secrets of the multiverse and hidden knowledge of music, logic, morals, and karmic laws. She’s able to influence romantic and sexual feelings between partners, and give death-inducing and life-giving properties to precious stones. In order to travel across the multiverse, she can use beautiful flowers, occupied and abandoned thrones, and boring rocks to teleport. She can grant beastly creatures dominion over mortals and create objects of authority that influence political power and competency (e.g. crown). She can curse mortals and unholy things by touching the centre of their form and reciting an ancient prayer of hate and vengeance.

FAMILY:

Unnamed half-watcher half-seraph biological great-grandmother

Unnamed watcher biological great-grandmother

Unnamed biological grandfather

Unnamed princedom biological great-grandmother

Unnamed power biological great-grandfather

Unnamed half-princedom half-power biological grandmother

Unnamed ophanim biological grandfather

Unnamed earthly angel biological grandmother

Joluszeniah (biological father)

Zorsjahlen (biological younger half-sister)

Kasvedolun Zuraphomiel (biological mother)

Yomajuzhiel Galesoturvik (biological older brother)

Broghalenius L’Patenozudi-Gilebozrath (adoptive grandfather)

Lobaszewinth (adoptive grandmother)

Hirmenogaldus Zuntaheldi L’Patenozudi-Gilebozrath (adoptive mother)

Sedulomaith (adoptive sister)

Chaidozluben (adoptive brother)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Armaros

Arakiel

Aretztikapha

Baphomet

Angel of the Distorted Earth, Rusty Throne and Undoing

Rest of the Mighty Land

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

Her birthday is December 25th (Sagittarius)

She’s questioning her sexual identity as a pre-teen, but eventually decides that she's a libidoist asexual during early adulthood.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of her name have special meanings: Aremophivus means “accursed one” and Brejzuktophina means “world of distortion”.

She’s 25% ophanim, 25% earthly angel, 18.75% watcher, 12.5% power, 12.5% princedom, and 6.25% seraph.

She’s the avatar of Povichulaszred, J’Tervazoschin, and Uylgabtoszerji.

Her special interests are plushies, geology, alchemy, and religious and moral philosophy. For plushies, her fascination with them goes beyond their softness and cuddliness; she sees them as companions that offer comfort and solace in times of distress. For geology, she likes to delve into the study of rocks and minerals, while uncovering the secrets of planetary crusts. For alchemy, she’s captivated by the idea of transformation through a magically scientific lens and the strange symbols used to mask such knowledge. For religious and moral philosophy, she likes to explore complex ethical questions and engage in philosophical debates.

She likes the feel of all earthy textures and soft breezes, solar and lunar eclipses, watching horrible people die painful deaths, viewing simple situations through a religious and/or morally philosophical lens, pretty dresses that are soft, and alchemical instruments.

She likes to ponder the mysteries of existence, morality, and the nature of the divine.

She dislikes people who prey on the vulnerable, rough and stiff dresses, different foods touching each other, ripped up, abandoned, and “life-like” plushies, being bossed around by total strangers, and trampled flowers.

She doesn’t care about dolls, but often feels disdain and discomfort when looking at them because they feel like a cheap mockery of human life.

Her hobbies consist of making elaborate flower crowns, enacting imaginary scenarios with her plushies, watching animals from a distance, and playing the ocarina. Due to owning a rock and gemstone collection, she always writes some information about and where she found each one in her journal.

Her favourite pastime is crafting intricate crystal structures that reflect the beauty of the natural world.

Her favourite animals are the chestnut-hooded laughingthrush, purple-stained daggerwing, Chinese water dragon, spotted lanternbug, European goldfinch, red fox, unicorn, and aspidochelone.

Her favourite flowers are the western underground orchid, chocolate cosmos, acolyte tears, tiger lily, jade vine, and marigold.

Her favourite comfort foods are rollmops, croissants with strained yogurt, baklava, sfiha, tayberries, clootie dumplings, marzipan cakes, and angel’s food with fresh pear slices and rice wafers.

Her three safe foods are hard-boiled eggs, cooked deer meat, and caramel shortbread.

Her favourite colours are Uranian blue, imperial purple, spring green, earthy red, harvest orange, soft gold, and copper.

Her biggest pet peeves are being told to “speak up” when talking, chaotic messes, the sight of bees, wasps, and hornets, lack of privacy, yelling, nail noises (e.g. cutting), sleeping in beds that have unfamiliar fabric textures, having to eat foods that feel slimy and/or plastic-y, exposed stomachs, and overreactions.

She fears being misunderstood and manipulated, being abandoned by parental figures, unpleasant change, not meeting expectations, and public embarrassment. She’s also afraid of not reaching her full potential, becoming a burden for others, and being overwhelmed by her own emotions.

She has a profound capacity for empathy, stunning pattern recognition, and an exceptional memory.

She’s secretly a lover of solitude, preferring to interact with people who share similar interests or show her unconditional love and respect.

In order to regulate herself internally, she covers her ears, twirls her hair, flaps her hands, and moves her fingers vigorously.

Whenever she’s confused or curious, she instinctively tilts her head to the left.

She owns a wide array plushies, which includes the following: a clay golem that has the main planetary symbols on its back, a blue-and-purple serpent with a green gold eyeball for a head, a white-and-red foxhound with a silver unicorn horn, a two-headed black cat with lavender eyes, five kittens, a brownish-grey bunny that wears a dark purple nightgown, eleven bunnies, a sleepy cream-coloured lop rabbit, a pearlescent white dragon with icy blue wings, a copper axolotl with emerald button eyes, a lion-headed tortoise, a human-headed golden calf, a falcon holding a fiery disk in its beak, a four-headed leopard with rooster wings, and a polar bear with three ribs in its mouth.

She has plushies that represent different geological formations and alchemical symbols, which she uses to explain complex concepts to mortals in a way that’s both cuddly and enlightening.

She owns a taxidermied rat king in a fitting glass box

She has a rusty teal leather traveller’s backpack that holds her plushies, journal, a self-replenishing big pouch of gold, silver, and bronze coins, alchemical, geological, and philosophical books, rock and gemstone collection, and taxidermied rat king.

She smells like lavender, grapefruit, and cedarwood.

Once she reached adulthood, she was given the responsibility to watch for warnings of the last judgement.

She’s a guardian of harmony between opposing forces (e.g. human and animal) and a gatekeeper of hidden knowledge and forbidden secrets.

She creates maps of Earth’s hidden structures, revealing secrets of the planet’s ancient multiversal history and hidden energies.

As an adult, she eventually earns a library of ancient texts in the Sun of The Wise, which aren’t accessible to everyone as she’s very selective about who she shares her wisdom with.

As a pre-teen, her guilty pleasure is sneaking into any castle’s armoury to admire and handle weapons, especially if they're considered too dangerous for her to wield. As an adult, her guilty pleasure is collecting rare texts that are explicitly forbidden from most universes and dimensions, especially ancient spellbooks and heretical writings.

Here is my version of Odin!

Wodasten was once an egalitarian Awukhoziel from the Sibutozera tribe who ascended into heaven after completing his quest for wisdom and knowledge. He's an immensely wise entity with a deep thirst for knowledge, willing to do anything to acquire a more thorough understanding of the multiverse. Due to being an enigma, his motives are not always clear, his past shrouded in mystery, and his strengths and weaknesses aren’t fully understood, even by those closest to him. He’s a force to be reckoned with, fuelled by intense passion and fury, especially during high-stake situations. He inspires others to tap into their own fervour, sparking creativity and ecstasy, and is often an admirable muse behind great poetry and music. As a master strategist, he stays far beyond the game, always planning several moves ahead of his enemies and allies alike. Yet, beneath his bold exterior lies a thoughtful and reflective leader, often lost in contemplation of the mysteries of the multiverse. While lost in thought, his introspective nature can create emotional distance, making it challenging for others to form close bonds with him. Furthermore, his tendency to keep secrets and hide truths, even from those he cares about, can foster mistrust and conflict. Despite his introspective nature, his passion for his goals burns bright, stopping at nothing to achieve them, all the while remaining fiercely loyal to those he cares about. With his cunning wit and intelligence, he outmaneuvers foes and achieves his ambitious goals, no matter the cost. He uses his intelligence and charisma to manipulate others into doing his bidding, even if it means betraying their trust. Wodasten has a hard time waiting for things to unfold naturally, leading him to take drastic measures and forcing the pace of events to align with his will. 

He’s a 6’ 8” (203.2 cm) slender, wiry, and athletic mesomorph with a rectangular figure, broad shoulders, square chest, narrow waist, and muscular limbs. He has ruddy turnstone wings, snowy skin, and brownish moles above his left eyebrow, in the centre of his neck, two on his left deltoid, and one on the back of his hand. His shoulder-length red blonde hair has streaks of silver-grey, tied into a fishtail braid, and his stylishly messy balbo beard frames his face in a rugged, battle-worn manner. His eyes are a piercing blue like the icy waters of a fjord and his left one has been gruesomely gouged out, covered up by an eyepatch of luxor gold leather. He dons a cacophonous moon-elk cloak with an oxford blue sheepskin lining of sprinkled stars that faintly glow a light purple. He wears a wide-brimmed hat of oxford blue velvet with a silky deep violet ribbon that has gold-embroidered runes, heavy corduroy wool trousers, and mid-calf boots of purplish-grey fur. Wodasten has a gilt-brass torc and four rings: a golden wedding band, a bronze valknut ring on his left middle finger, a peridot signet on his right ring finger, and a lapis lazuli ansuz rune (ᚨ) ring on his right index finger. He wears a knee-length indigo linen tunic with silver flax embroidery of sea serpents, ravens, and eyes, and a bronze chain belt styled like the Web of Wyrd symbol. Over his tunic, he’s wearing a sleeveless vest of trimmed rosy-throated warthog fur with a gold brooch shaped like a wolf’s head. He’s in possession of Draupnir, a magical ring of abundance forged by two dwarf brothers that can replicate itself eight times every ninth night. He also possesses a sword for martial pursuits that requires skill and finesses to wield, and Gungnir, a spear that never misses his targets and always returns to him.

He can use the corpses of giants and deities to create the heavens and earth, breathe life into unborn beings, and control slain warriors. The deities made him into a divine strategist and archmage with absolute analytical and emotional intelligence, wisdom, wits, and knowledge over white and black magic and ancient science. He’s a shapeshifting oracle with the ability to manipulate artistic expression, writing, runes, destiny, storms, victory, and the Wild Hunt. He can survive solely on wine, turn living creatures into dust, and induce blindness, curses that cause death and insanity, and battle frenzy. He has mastery over spearmanship and horse-riding, and can subconsciously improve his biophysical fighting ability by delving deeper into his hereditary. In order to traverse the multiverse easily, he can teleport anywhere through prisons, high-stake battles, gore, destruction, ravens, and wolves.

FAMILY:

Unnamed grandfather or “Búri”

Unnamed father or “Bor”

Unnamed mother or “Bestla”

Unnamed Angel of Wetlands, Clairvoyance, and Prophetic Marriage or “Frigg” (ex-wife)

Baldevroz (son)

Unnamed nine lovers

Heimodazul (son)

Unnamed Angel of Earth or “Jörð” (ex-lover)

Thodenuraz (son)

Hotanderi (adoptive son)

Huljatemo (adoptive granddaughter)

Fenszri (adoptive grandson)

Jormungadi (adoptive grandson)

Sifjawo (daughter-in-law)

Thojazrude (granddaughter)

Magnezori (grandson)

Modethavi (grandson)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Odin

Angel of the Scaffold, Battle Death, Magical Knowledge, and Poetic Victory

Wayfinder

Overthrower

Eagle Head

Iron Mask

Gore-inviter

Bale-worker

Helmet-bearer

Spear-charger

Battle-blinder

Raven-tester

Horse-wolf

Resounding One

Hoary Beard

Fetter Loosener

Shield Shaker

Slain Receiver

Wide Famed

Gallows’ Burden

Wavering Eye

Attacking Rider

Contrary Advisor

Journey Empowerer

Mover of Constellations

Sure of Victory

Ruler of Treachery

Swift in Deceit

The Very Wise

Enemy of the Wolf

Commander of Magical Songs

Leader of the Primal Streams

The Wanderer In Gaping Frenzy

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, his name means “lord of frenzy or leader of the possessed”.

He’s an avatar of Solaphurine

He collects ancient texts, artifacts, and relics, storing them in a vast, secret library of Valhalla, always seeking new knowledge to consume.

Wodasten whispers strategies and ideas to himself, even in the midst of chaos, always thinking several moves ahead.

He scribbles poetry and lyrics on parchment, inspired by the world around him, and often leaves them for others to find.

He takes long, solitary walks, reflecting on his past and contemplating the consequences of his actions.

Wednesday was named after him

He’s the creator of runic alphabet

He’s the leader of the Wild Hunt, leading undead warriors, well-known knights, fantastical beasts, and Pnemazokhus to roam the skies for quarry.

He’s a fond gambler as he enjoys making wagers on the outcome of events, though he often cheats to get his way. He has bet his own life against several giants and deities, and made friendlier wagers with his family, friends, and coworkers.

He’s responsible for killing Ymejahor with the use of Gungnir, using his body to create Pangaea.

He stole the mead of poetry from the Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri, which is the source of the ability to speak and write beautifully and persuasively.

As an Awukhoziel, he found a well that was guarded by a shadowy, all-knowing ghost who charmed him into sacrificing his eye for a drink. He gouged out his left eye with Gungnir and dropped it into the well, which allowed him to drink from the waters of heavenly knowledge.

In order to complete his quest for wisdom and knowledge, he hung himself from an ash-yew hybrid called Yggdrasil for nine days and nights as a sacrifice to learn the secrets of the runes. The knowledge of these runes allowed him to tap into the celestial, terrestrial, and mystical aspects of the multiverse.

Wodasten originally wanted to ascend to godhood, but became an angel after Thiwazur gave him a second chance at life because he respected his wisdom, prowess, and cunningness.

He’s destined to be eaten by a monstrous wolf named Fenszri

He’s strong enough to easily defeat giants and lesser deities

He has two ravens, Hugisna and Musfovna, perched on his shoulders, acting as his eyes and ears as they travel every morning, gathering information for him.

He has two wolves, Gersivka and Frepuzaki, who stay by his side during the Wild Hunt and battles, roaming the field for slain warriors that he can use. He casually feeds them elk meat and mortal flesh, and lets them drink blood and clean water.

He has a fearless eight-legged steed with green-tinted silver fur, which was the son of Lokjafeni–disguised as a mare–and an inhumanly strong stallion. His name is Sleipanur and he can gallop faster, jump higher, kick harder, and whinny louder than any other horse.

``c'mon, love, join our fun!``

Okay, let's make it clear:

1. It's ror fan character, alright?

2. Please no nsfw, slurs etc

3. Flirt is allowed

4. Contact with other oc or ror characters is welcome

About oc: Dendera, goddess of drought.

Enjoy!

Record of ragnarok oc, Eskil!

꧁༺ 𝓨𝓪𝓸 𝓓𝓪𝓲𝔂𝓾 ༻꧂

Yao Dàiyù (in japanese, ヤオ・ダイユ), is humanity's head of the strategic and medical team, making sure of deities and humans' health regardless of their race.

Name: Yao Dàiyù (in chinese, 曜黛玉)

Age: ✧ 47 years (death)

✧ 2268 years (counting years in Valhalla)

Pronouns: She/Her (Can also use They/Them, she won't get offended)

Gender: Cisgender (Female)

Birth: February 19th, 257 BC

Death: September 21st, 210 BC

Race: Human

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Height: 184 cm (with heels). 173 cm (no heels)

Eye color: Crimson red

Hair color: Black (Blue-ish black)

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Weapons:

✧ Dàiyù is specially skilled with swords, tho she'd be able to fight with any weapon you give her only if you give her a reason to.

Skills:

✧ Yao Dàiyù possesses a great physical strength tho her body structure may not show it. This strength while not equivalent to her husband's, Is still strong enough as to give her face-to-face against a few minor gods' without a divine weapon.

✧ However, as a small compensation to her lack of godlike strength, Dàiyù possesses a speed matching the gods, her stealth and lack of sound when walking makes her an unpredictable opponent when needed.

✧ Possesses great durability and stamina, as well as energy, which she has used throughout her life and afterlife. This abilities were developed after many attempts of assassination and a few encounters with her husband.

Abilities:

✧ Martial arts master. Dàiyù Is a very skilled martial artist. She possesses her family's lineage own style of martial arts, and, as well, she dominates a few of the techniques of the Chi You style.

✧ Great knowledge in poisons and medicine. A skilled medic in all ways. Her knowledge in poisons was nurtured by her father, who she followed in footsteps. Her poisons were always developing and never got to a final form; although, in Valhalla she developed It in a way were It was able to get rid of divine beings. She's also a great apothecary, skilled in many medical areas. Her abilities might be questioned nowadays', as some herbs she uses are nowadays considered illegal or harmful.

Last resort:

✧ Hand-to-hand combat will most likely be the last thing she uses. She prefers distance over everything, her durability giving her great advantage to tire their opponent and allow the poison overwhelm their system. However, her real last resort? Calling for help. Never expect her to ask for help. Rather die than ever do so.

Family members:

✧ Yao Yìchén [???] - Father

✧ [???] - Mother

✧ Yao Daoming - Oldest brother

✧ [???] - Twin brother

✧ Ying Zheng [Qin Shi Huang] - Husband

✧ Ying Kaiyan - First/Eldest child

✧ Ying Feiyù & Ying Xiuying - Youngest children

Allies:

✧ Einherjars

✧ 13th Valkyries

✧ Beelzebub & Adamas (post-eight round)

Personality-like (interaction-ish):

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✧ Dàiyù Is by far too indifferent and condescending to the gods. However, that's only a façade. She holds an unwavering hatred for them in a sort of way. If she ever talks to one, her words might come out as venomous and critical, which Is exactly her point. However, she'll never let it show. There are, of course, a few exceptions to the rule, such as a few half-bloods (except Heracles, for her she's just a god more).

▀▄▀▄▀▄HUMANITY▀▄▀▄▀▄

✧ She's neutral about her own race. Her cold demeanor remains, but she won't act aggressive or hateful unless provoked. She might sound rude, but she's probably just trying to help you improve in a way or other (or just directly telling your flaws and being a bit classist)

This is an OC that holds no accuracy towards real history or Mythology! Just a character of my imagination that I pair with Qin Shi Huang under the plot of "What if Qin Shi Huang DID had an actual empress, but hide her from history?", and playing with that.

This Is no meant to be taken seriously by those lovers of history. No hate needed.

Here is my version of Baldr from Norse mythology!

WARNING: I talk about how mental health issues affect the following character.

Baldevroz is the brilliant eldest Äylcephomus son of Wodasten that exudes charm, acting as an arbiter of disputes who settles feuds among supernatural entities and mortals. He’s a gracious, generous, and cheerful man that gladdens the hearts of everyone who spends time with him. He possesses a courageous and joyful nature as well as a compassionate and empathetic approach to those in need. He has a sunny disposition and a positive outlook on life, inspiring others to see the best in things. His optimistic nature can sometimes tip into naivety, making him blind to the harsh realities of the world and the intentions of others. Despite his warrior strength, he’s gentle and non-confrontational, preferring peaceful solutions to conflicts. He has a playful and mischievous side, enjoying pranks and playful banter with his friends and family. However, he also has a vulnerable side, struggling with the weight of his own destiny to play a major role in starting the apocalypse. He’s often overly trusting, which can lead to him being taken advantage of or hurt by those who don't have his best interests at heart. Baldevroz occasionally struggles with indecisiveness, particularly when faced with difficult choices that have negative consequences.

Despite his radiant personality, he secretly grapples with self-doubt and imposter syndrome, feeling unworthy of his angelic status. Additionally, he avoids aggressive confrontations or difficult conversations, even if it means allowing problems to escalate over time. Furthermore, his selflessness can lead to burnout and neglect of his own well-being, as he prioritises others' needs over his own. He exhibits golden child syndrome, having an inflated sense of entitlement and expecting special treatment from everyone in his life. He’s a perfectionist that has minimal difficulty handling criticism directed at him, increased anxiety, and low self-esteem. Baldevroz is a super high achiever that deeply fears failure, rejection, and abandonment with overwhelming guilt as he’s aware that Hotanderi is the scapegoat of his family. He’s also a people-pleaser that feels nearly incapable of individuation and experiences episodes of “need-panic”. He’s arrogant when it comes to his physical appearance, flaunting his beauty and expecting others to be enamoured with him. With a seductive charm and lustful gaze, he often uses his allure to manipulate others and get what he desires, revelling in the admiration and attention he receives. His beauty and charisma have made him accustomed to getting his way, and he can be reckless in his pursuit of pleasure and admiration.

Baldevroz is 7 ft (213.36 cm) and he has a mesomorph body with a trapezoidal figure, a lean and strong physique, broad shoulders, and well-defined muscles that don’t bulge. He has a glistening snow-white complexion that subtly glows beneath the morning Sun and full moon, black-headed jay wings, and lavender mist lips. His dusky sapphire eyes are perfectly framed by long eyelashes of shimmering goldenrod honey. He has a short, well-groomed beard and long, silky platinum blonde hair that gleams with elegance and falls to his hips in delicate waves, with subtle streaks of lavenderblush and a few stray strands framing his face. He wears a tunic made of luminescent alabaster-hued linen, adorned with intricate flecks of rich Liseran purple and goldenrod. The tunic flows down to his thighs, its long sleeves gracefully tapering to wrists adorned with golden bands, accented with exquisite Indian peacock feathers. Over his tunic is a sleeveless leather jerkin of coquelicot adorned with silver embroidery that resembles the branching patterns of frost on winter's glass. He wears a neck gaiter fashioned from silver-grey wolf fur, its edges trimmed with moonlit swan feathers that cascade down. He wears a gold circlet, set with a large sunstone in the centre, and drapes himself in a cloak of solid pink silk, its flowing folds billowing behind him like a cloud. He wears snug-fitted trousers of sparkling ultramarine leather, which are alive with vibrant, swirling patterns that evoke the breathtaking spectacle of the aurora borealis. His trousers are tucked into knee-high boots of smoky topaz leather, adorned with gold buckles in the shape of wolf’s head devouring the moon. His waist is encircled by a wide belt of smoky topaz leather, adorned with a gold buckle shaped like a mistletoe and six small pouches that carry healing herbs. The cloak is lavishly embellished with an array of delicate, intricately crafted flowers—oxeye daisies, common lilacs, bluebells, and creeping buttercups—in a vibrant tapestry of colours. Secured at the shoulder with a stunning golden clasp, shaped like a fiery sun, embraced by a curved yew leaf that wraps around it. Hanging from Baldevroz’s neck is a small pouch of tanned goatskin, which contains black stones that have golden runes carved into them.

Due to his physical beauty being far superior to other members of The Pantheon, his gorgeous presence makes him shine brightly. He's invulnerable to everything on earth, including fire, water, iron, all metals, stones, trees, diseases, animals, birds, venom, and serpents, except for one weakness: mistletoe. He’s a lord of warriors that can bring hope, renewal, and joy to sentient creatures and destroyed worlds, and resurrect the righteous and redeemable after apocalyptic events. He can manipulate daytime, light, the heat of the Sun, love, beauty, justice, innocence, peace, spring, and summer. He has charisma, wisdom, intelligence, and combative skills that are greater than the average mortal warrior. He possesses keen intuition and insight, allowing him to perceive hidden truths and predict future events.

FAMILY:

Unnamed great-grandfather or “Búri”

Unnamed grandfather or “Bor”

Unnamed grandmother or “Bestla”

Wodasten (father)

Unnamed Angel of Wetlands, Clairvoyance, and Prophetic Marriage or “Frigg” (mother)

Heimodazul (older half-brother)

Thodenuraz (younger half-brother)

Sifjawo (sister-in-law)

Thojazrude (niece)

Magnezori (nephew)

Modethavi (nephew)

Hotanderi (adoptive younger brother)

Huljatemo (adoptive niece)

Fenszri (adoptive nephew)

Jormungadi (adoptive nephew)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Baldr

Angel of Radiance, Purity, Serenity, and Forgiveness

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, his name means “brave or white”.

When faced with difficult choices, Baldevroz paces back and forth, weighing his options and seeking guidance from within.

He greets each sunrise with a smile and a gentle bow, welcoming the new day with open arms.

He usually flashes a dazzling smile, masking his inner struggles and insecurities.

He engages in effortless conversation, using his charm and wit to build rapport and trust with others.

He often admires his reflection in mirrors and clear water, indulging in his physical beauty and charm.

He excessively grooms himself, using his physical appearance as a coping mechanism for his guilt and anxiety.

He writes in the snow, expressing his insecurities and fears, and grappling with imposter syndrome.

His father gifted him a disembodied, herb-embalmed head of a flayed, burnt angel that can foretell apocalyptic events and the deaths of people. When embarking on long journeys by himself, he ties this talking head to his belt with unbreakable golden silk.

He’s the most likeable member of The Pantheon

He has the greatest Nordic ship named Hringhorni known to the multiversal, which houses a funeral pyre for phoenixes and the righteous dead.

People would hurl projectiles at him to test his invulnerability, which he personally finds to be offensive, but is afraid to admit it.

It’s believed that if he does die, he’ll be resurrected after the final judgement to aid in the creation of the Diamond Era, ensuring that everyone is safe from the harmfulness of the earth.

He braids his hair during early mornings and serious situations such as war and disputes.