Saraphi of Harmony

About

"If you continue to disturb the land, you will answer to Harmony's messenger."

Saraphi is much taller than an average mobian, giving her an intimidating stance, she is often garbed in a full set of bright white armour, accented by rose-gold lines, along with a crest of harmony on the breast plate, which consists of the colours of a rainbow in circles all interlinked together. This set of armour is also includes a helmet of the same colouration, this hides her entire face and has a two long spikes raising from her brow. Underneath her armour, Saraphi's fur is a rose-pink colour, along with her navel and chest area being completely white. She also has white markings on her fur in the shape of a straight line from one of her palms that goes up her arm, across her collar, down the other arm and connecting to her other palm. Along with another white marking that goes from one side of her face to the other in a "n" shape that goes above her white coloured eyes. Her hair is also a bright white, and parted in the middle, it flows down all the way to her hipline, when her helmet is on it is tied tightly up.

Saraphi is incredibly stoic, she shows very little emotion unless at a time of great drama. This is through her own choice, she simply chooses not to show emotion, she sees it as a vulnerability, whether that be letting people see a weakness, or making people want to be close to her, it is a liability in her opinion. This great effects her ability to have friends or comrades.

Powers

While Saraphi doesn't contain any physical powers within her body, there are some special things to mention about her. Namely her sword. She carries a tall, sharp long sword that she dubs "Harmony's Will", the blade of the sword is long, wide and seemingly rather heavy, requiring the use of two hands. The handle is marked with many colours, the silver coloured metal is burned and marking with red, blue, purple, yellow, green and more markings, resulting in a dazzling pattern. The sword also seems to contain some sort of magical properties, as from the day Saraphi lifted it, it has locked her in time, keeping her body at a frozen state, never to age so long as she wields the blade.

History

Saraphi was born in the dark ages. People struggled to survive and prosper in a dark, cold land without electricity, power or sustainable ways to grow. Saraphi was born in a small village, a community that was all connected. There was little purpose or goal other than to simply survive. Saraphi was raised by both her parents, it was a struggle, food was scarce and before long, her father died when she was but 18 years old. Her father was set to lead a group of boys and young men to travel out, search people to trade with, perhaps find work and a way for their village to sustain life. She had always admired her father, he was brave, generous, and strong, he wanted to do nothing but help his village survive, wheter that meant fighting, journeying, whatever it took. He would even teach Saraphi about fighting, morals, and his dreams of a peaceful, nourished world. On her fathers death, Saraphi tried on numerous occasions to lead this group herself, every time she was shut down due to the fact she was a female. It came to a point where her own mother, struggling to survive herself, begged Saraphi to stop dreaming and settle in the village. She refused. She was fed up watching her family and friends die around her and decided to venture off herself, she began to travel alone, for days, finding nothing but wasteland. She was starving, dehydrated, she stumbled weakly into a forest, her mind becoming delirious as she reached closer to deaths door. She heard her fathers words, his dreams and wishes, which willed her to push on. This culminated in her stumbling through a deep, dark cavern, to find something. A blade, no scabbard, it wasn't buried in stone... it simply laid on the floor, as if abandoned by its owner. She lifted it weakly, before it filled her body with life, its bright colours sweeping over the land, it's handle quickly lighting up in many magnificent colours and adorning Saraphi with a bright, glimmering set of white armour. It seemed this blade... had the ability to grant a single will, a strong desire of the owner's choice, yet, it had not been used until now. Saraphi's will for life and prosperity was so strong, it sprouted trees, nature all around this seemingly dead forest. Yet that will for life didn't translate entirely properly, as that life began to rush into Saraphi herself, granting her body an eternal youth, at a single cost.... she fell into a sleep. Nearly a thousand years passed before she awoke in the same cavern, she was just as strong and youthful as she was before. And now she is in a lush, beautiful world that has grown without her. She remains in the forest, unsure and unknowing of the outside world... to this day.