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Name: Teilivrah (TALL-EH-VIR-AH)
Species: Angel
Age: 1900 | Appears 32
Voice Depiction: Click Here
Hair: Stark black; ending at the top of his shoulders.
Eyes: Emerald Green
Complexion: Fair. Holds ancient text across his body; that lists him as an omen. The ink never seems to fade even under various scar tissue.
Height-Weight-Build: 6'4 - 345 - Fit | Muscular
Traits: Adaptable | Curious | Protective | Reserved | Sympathetic
Skills-Abilities: Enhanced Attributes | Singing
Job: N/A
Loves: Birds | Food | Fighting
Dislikes: Arrogance | Drama | Unnecessary Bloodshed
Side Note: *Wings are raven in color; each feather giving off hints of blue and even purple.
*Each wing out stretched being 10' leaving his full wingspan out at 20'

*To be short he has a mess of scars; most of the smaller ones seem to be lashes from whips or even a slice from a dagger. Only the major/important ones are as listed. One starts below his lip and crosses over and stops just below his left nostril. Another runs from behind his right ear and down to the front of his throat. A smaller scar runs vertically over the center of his right brow. One starts from the left side of his forehead; from his hairline and then crossing over and to the right nostril. Another lays from his chin stopping just below the left side of his lips. Lastly one crosses from his left cheek and stops just under his eye. His neck, elbows, wrist and ankles hold thick scars that wrap around the joint, making a complete ring. His back contains two large scars over the shoulders; forming a lopsided X.
His chest holding two has one that runs over his the right side of his collarbone to his belly button. Another is slashed across his pectorals.
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I was once an Archangel of the High Realm...my armor and title stripped from my being. I escaped clutching my life in hand; refusing to fight my fellow brethren. I ventured down to the Middle Realm.

I have always been the odd one out. From birth I was marked with the tattoos of an omen; my feather and hair that of raven...ancient script and scars across my flesh now embellish me.

As I grew to the age of 18 I was raised by an old couple