Post by Galatea "Hild" Ravencroft on Dec 28, 2011 2:37:04 GMT -5
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Verdandi's apperance- - - - - -the b a s i c s
Name:Galatea Hilde Ravencroft
Nicknames:Tea (pronounced tay-ah), Hild (which is what she prefers being called by, still kinda angry with her "parents" so doesn't really like her name Galatea, Hild was the name given to her when she fell from there graces by her comrades, the e on the end of her middle name was simply added to make it a little more human like during the marriage).
Age:Well over 9000 years old
Gender:Most of the time shes female
Affiliation:Heart of light
Canon or Original:original
Sexual Orientation:Lesbian basically
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- - - - - -the a p p e a r a n c e
[/size]Height:5'9"
Weight:140 lbs
Hair Color/Style:Very long white hair, their are several ornaments in it that help keep her power in check
Face Claim: Hild (ah my goddess)
Brief Overview: Galatea tends to dress in very lovely but still rather revealing outfits, namely so it doesn’t interfere with her magic. She tends to wear darker colors, and keeps her wings hidden within her most of the time. She usually has her white hair styled in some way using her magic, and it always has a few bits of jewelry in it. The wears a lot of bracelets, anklets and other similar things, meant to restrict her power on her home world if she was in the mortal realm. Although she could potentially bring her power back up by removing it, she cant be sure if the stuff still works, and that if she were go to another world, how she might be at full power and well, her simply teleporting could risk destroying a entire town. Not to mention the effects it could have if she has enough power. She does sometimes opt that while the top will still be somewhat revealing usually, to wear jeans or more commonly looser fitting pants or sweats. But that’s only once in a great while or if shes just being particularly lazy.[/left][/size]
- - - - - -the p e r s o n a l i t y
[/size]Likes: Occasionally being evil (not in a malicious way, more playful than anything.. Usually), not aging, good key blade wielders, her new home, her grandson and most of his friends, the occasional fight, being lazy from time to time.
Dislikes: Anyone evil, the heartless, most nobodies, the drastic reduction on her powers, being called a whore, being called a freak.
Strengths: Very skilled in magic, lots of experience, has a vast and expansive knowledge, as she puts it she “lacks a permenant definition” below the waist
Weaknesses: Somewhat arrogant, pretty girls (even if they are bad), soda (alcohol she can drink barrels of and be find, a can of soda, shes drunk out of her mind).
Weapons: Fallen angel (light)
A rather elegantly designed staff
Overview: Galatea is generally a nice woman, and is very caring. She defends anyone who’s weak, but mainly tries to protect her new home world from the heartless. While she may be a demon, shes still technically a fallen angel, and prone to kindness and generosity. However, she can still be quite mischievous and in a sense evil, but more in playful torment or teasing.
She’s very loyal, and willing to trust people, however, you don’t want to make her angry. While her power has diminished, she was a goddess on her homeworld and she still packs a good enough punch with magic. When it comes to girls however, shes not beyond flirting even if she knows there straight, and while she can be kinda touchy feely in general, shes more so with girls with interested in. Given she was created to satisfy the needs of mortals, that meant women and men alike, so below the waist while her physical form is female, and hence she typically ahs a fully female body, she can change it depending on weather she or who shes with wishes it. She knows it’s very odd, and she doesn’t really advertise it, but she’s learned to deal with the fact sometimes she just can’t control what she wants and how it manifests.
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- - - - - -the h i s t o r y
[/size]Mother:None technically
Father:Zod, lord of the gods
Siblings: Kara, otherwise known as the angel of death, or the grim reaper
Homeworld:Ageless forest, now Radiant garden/hollow bastion
Overview: In the case of Galatea, going through her whole life would take far too long. She lost track of her own age, but knows she over 9000 years old, she’s pretty sure she’s actually closer to 12000, but what’s a millenia or 3 to someone who doesn’t really age.
Galatea was not born in the sense of well, regular child birth, but more made. The gods of her home world had a deal with the “devils” of non interference with mortals. But they wanted to help make life better for them still. So Galatea was the first angel they made. She easily was more of a god, given there abilities, knowledge, free will, everything, but all the ones after her had less power, for fear if they chose to turn on them.
For a few thousand years it was alright, but also things were building up. Humans unfortunately had a habit of taking advantage of their “contracts”. During one of them, Galatea finally had the last straw. She didn’t age, she kept her youthful beauty, while the man she had her contract with aged. And when he was… incapable.. Of certain things, used her to further his power. She had truly cared about him, but he had turned his back on her because he was old, he had her sleeping with men she didn’t know, in general just using her as a tool. One day she confronted him with a request that was frowned upon by her kind and the gods, and was the first to ever even do so. She asked to be released from the contract, but he wouldn’t have it. A few days later, he had her with a group of men, and made it clear he intended to have it that his son would inherit her, which was possible with how the contract had been done, but she had had enough of this life style. She snapped and it was over in a matter of seconds. She walked out of the room, and the walls and herself were painted in the blood.
Free of the contract, she was brought back to what the mortals called heaven, were they looked into what happened, for her to kill one human was bad enough, but she had killed several, and the were working on a punishment for her. But she wasn’t alone, since many of her “sisters” since at the time there were only female angels, had not killed, but sided with her that things were unfair. It was fast getting to a point that a civil war was going to erupt because they wanted to punish someone who was the victim first. They decided to exile her to the mortal realm, and those who believed in her views followed, there wings tainted gray as a mark of their darkness. She and they spent only a couple years there, when they found out that they had started using angels with almost no free will or emotion. She opened up a tear to another plain that could be theres and theres alone, and since she still believed in helping humans find happiness, but at a fair price. What the humans asked for and were given had to be returned with a fair trade, and unlike the angels, they had no limits on power, but while the original demons ruled, they did have some rules.
Things were going great, especially seeing as they had a good little competition going with the angels that they were winning, which made her happy since it annoyed the gods. But one day a strange man wielding an even stranger weapon appeared in the mortal realm, as far as she could tell, it was someone from one of the other worlds, but how he got there was a mystery. The borders had been sealed as much as she was aware of their existence. The angels couldn’t beat him, the mortals couldn’t touch him, and the gods and devils were unable to go to the mortal realm. Even though she had a gods powers, she was forced to wear jewelry that limited her powers in the mortal plain, so she would only have a angels somewhat pathetic power, well, compared to her own anyway. But to hell with the treaty if it meant that the world was destroyed. She went to the realm herself to confront him, and found she couldn’t hurt him with her own weapons.
She was determined though, what darkness may have been in her she was determined to protect the world. And suddenly a strange object appeared in her hands, similar to the mans but different in appearance. She had seen it before in what she thought was a dream, but it was somehow real. She heard him sound surprise when he said that it was a key blade, but she didn’t care right that moment about it. She could feel herself get stronger as she held it, and when she hit him with it, it really hit. After that point she didn’t even have to remove her jewelry to beat him. It took a while, but she found that the paths to the worlds were open, and left to explore them, and learn more of her new found weapon that she named “Fallen Angel”.
She learned about it as much she could, exploring world after world and learning so many different things, but times were getting darker. She met key blade wielders like herself who wanted to do good, and others that were not. Some on both sides craved more power, and finally, when a great and terrible power was found, and the key blade war began. IT raged and raged, and in the end, Galatea was one of the few that was left standing. And she made sure that the power should remain beyond anyone’s reach. But the key blade war was one of the last times she would wield a key blade. The events of the war among many others, caused the darkness in her to grow, to a point that because the key blade she wielded was mostly light, she could no longer call upon its powers.
She spent years terrorizing her own homeworld, her wings now as black as night. She caused destruction and chaos everywhere she went on a whim, taking in a apprentice named luna whos will and lust for power matched her own even though at the time she had been mortal. But than came some upstart prince whose last name was Ravencroft. Try as she might, she could never beat him, his family had a unique magic that while it took a toll on him to use if used too long, put him on equal enough terms. But what she never understood was why on so many occasions he could have killed her and ended it, but he never did. And one day when she asked, there was a certain look he gave her when he yet again told her to figure it out. She was of course angry for a while, but it clicked. Had he really fallen in love with her? The next time they met though, she came out on top, more cause he had let her, but hen she went to finish him off, she couldn’t do it. It angered her, but she couldn’t do it. She asked if what she thought was true and he confirmed it. She smacked him and asked how he could, to the reply “Because I can still sense there’s a bright light within you.” Something in her hanged that day, or rather, it unchanged.
She ended up marrying him, her black wings slowly went back to the grey color they had been, though a little darker, knowing they would never be truly pure again. Things went fine, until her husband died, and found out all about her son really being an evil little brat. When her grandson found his way to her house, she could see in him what she loved so much about his grandfather, and some of the better parts of herself. The may not have had the best way of doing things, but he had the best intentions. While she still hadn’t come to a point of being able to summon it still, she did have the ability to pass it to Rune, which she did in hopes he could some day wield it, though by the time she sent him away, she had begin doubting it since he seemed rather consumed by wanting power to get revenge on his uncle.
When her world was falling apart, she opened a portal to a world she knew as Radiant Garden, but she was separated from her grandson, and feared the worst. So when a young woman in pink with long brown hair showed up and said they had found him, the fact her powers were a mere fraction of their former self were trivial. She immediately went to see him and help take care of him. While she does spend more of her time in radiant garden/hollow bastion, she does occasionally travel to other worlds to aid in the fight against the heartless since her home world was never reformed.
Unlikeher grandson, she can fully use her angels abilities, and summon her into a fully solid form if she wishes. The clothing taste isn't too different, from Hilds own, nor is the mischivious tendency's, but Verdandi, as hild calls her, shares the same greyed wings as her master, since they are both one and the same regardless of totally different apperances.
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