Wolfram

[Zienna]

Name: Wolfram
Age: ??
Species: Somebody [Centurion]

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Primary Elements
1.) Light
2.) Earth
3.) Metal
4.) Fire

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Personality: Wolfram is a man of few words, rarely ever going beyond grunts, groans, and gestures to get his message across. He may come off as a hardened warrior with a burning desire to test his mettle, and he is, but once the initial impressions come to pass, he is--as Zienna often says--a real sweetheart, a gentle giant in the right conditions. He has a strong sense of honor, and is not one to back down from a fight, nor does he relish in his enemies' defeat. He may give himself a brief celebration when he bests a worthy foe, but never would he be blinded by past victories.

He respects his adversaries, save for the few that manage to substantially rub him the wrong way. Running parallel to his physique, he possesses a strong spirit that would never waver. Once he sets his heart to it, there is little to stop him from chasing after his goals. And honestly, would you try to stand in his way? Even if someone were to try and stop him, he wont hesitate to set them aside.

Appearance:


Standing 12 foot tall, this hulking behemoth isn't one to be provoked, or at least that's what people usually think about when they see him. But then, would you dare to try testing that when you're face-to-face with this guy? His armor has been tested in battle for years, and it shows with the various scrapes and scratches that litter its surface. The spaces between the abdominal plates on his armor glow whenever he is ready for battle, and if viewed from the right angles, they seem to outline a face. The glow brightens whenever he uses an ability.

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History: Wolfram was more of an experiment than a 'real' denizen of Heaven. He, along with a few others, were created for the sole purpose of keeping the demons from breaching the Gates of the Skies, and for years they had done so without fail. Although artificial, they were infused with souls of their own, but they were never treated as anything other than creatures whose purpose was simply to protect, and over the years, they had grown into that mindset.

When the situations regarding the exiles had grown out of hand, he was one of the few selected to purge the borders from them. He spoke against the move and was promptly exiled himself. Confused about his situation, he came to the conclusion that he was sent out to carry on with the purging, whether he agreed with it or not. But no matter how many he killed, he was never welcomed back, and this only made him become more and more vicious with his 'mission'.

Eventually he met with Zienna, Nero, and Isis, and engaged them in battle. He was overwhelmed by their attacks and his own exhaustion, and for the first time, he bowed his head to accept his defeat. But the final blow never came. Instead, he was offered to join them and simply... explore. He laughed at the offer and retaliated so he would get the death he deserved, but somehow, Zienna had talked him into accepting the offer. With nowhere else to turn to, he just stuck around as a permanent member of the team.

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Other Notes:

Crywolf -- A large ax with an enchanted blade that glows whenever Wolfram's armor glows. Nothing much to say other than it's heavy and unwieldy if the user is less than a 12 foot hulk, size or strength-wise.

[Faye]

Approved.