Seraph (Seraph (Stickverse))

Seraph is really open. You all know this, he loves people, he loves chatting with people, he just likes being a social butterfly, especially with Vallation (hopefully we can start touching on that soon). He's almost an open book. Completely in touch with his emotions and can voice stuff pretty easy. Some would wager he has an issue shutting up. However there is the one thing he Never talks about. His history. His anger is palpable when it is brought up, angry at something but never the person asking. It's seen in his actions during raids and riots, the sheer bloodlust for an opponent unseen. On top of that, whenever Darrell is present in fights, it is enough for Seraph to drop everything and start conflict with the metal manipulator himself. Like an arrow to it's target.
The reason for all this anger. The reason Seraph is so silent about his and Darrell's history. The reason that he has to wear that mask... is a man named Jay.

Jay Andrews, not a common name around the world but his company was once a common household name. Jaycorp, a jack of all trades company that supplied standard utilities on top of factorial and mining work. Upon first glance his company seems to be a beacon of kindness, but as all massive companies face, there is a blackened scar of corruption etched within the core. That taint being the man behind the company itself.
Jaycorp was settled neatly in a Mountain town nestled neatly within the mountains north of Blackwatch, emphasis on was as now it's been reduced to a metal slag pile with little history left. The only people left to tell of it's tale is the exodus of people who evacuated into surrounding cities. The bulk going to Blackwatch. Seraph to Andorough. Bisma to Drustown.
The story starts several years prior. Prior to even Vallation's Conception.

All this time ago, a brilliant city once existed. A standing tower of manufacturing. A jewel in the eyes of those living outside the city. However within it's underbelly lie twisted secrets and a massive class divide problem. A brewing war bubbled beneath the denizens of those in a higher class. Living a life of luxury thanks to the money that Jay brought into the city.
The money that Jay brought in was one of the city's major money intake aside from tourism and recreation. With that money, he essentially ran the city from the background. The police being the biggest money makers, with him paying them off and controlling their every move.
Seraph was born in this town at the bottom of the totem pole. The son of two lower class citizens fighting for their place in this world. His father was a meek man with a brilliant mind. An accountant for a lawyer firm with access to cases and a lot of legal knowhow. His mother was the opposite. A literal powerhouse. Fit as all hell and an expert at fighting. She spent most her day as construction worker or training. Both of them were freedom fighters. Partaking in both peaceful and violent protests.
Protests were common in this town. The unfair laws, the widening divide, the extreme disconnect between the higher class and the lower. It was a mess, but that is where Darrell came in. He may be a total hothead and a massive bitch, but his crowd control capabilities were unmatched. As the chief in this town, he was practically a pocket cop for Jay. A "Peacekeeper" was his public title, but to those protesting, he was anything but. A cruel sadistic man known for his abusive behaviors.
Before Seraph could even partake in any peace rally, which he wasn't even interested in at first, he was captured and subject to a terrible fate at the young age of 6. A twisted hospital underneath the city named the Devil's Lab was his prison for a solid year. There he was experimented on, turned into the juggernaut he is known as today.

The Devil's lab is where most of the odd and strange things from that city was created or held. Seraph and his absurd shock absorption, Agaet and his living tank like stature, and above all else... that is where Bisma was held for most of her life. The daughter of a now dead Ivra looking to start a life there after escaping a terrible relationship with a less than stellar person. Bisma and Seraph, both the same age at the time, had cells across from one another. There they formed their bond. There they became an inseparable duo.
Despite the terrible situation, they managed to escape through the help of Seraph's parents. From then on, they were part of the freedom fighting movement. Children, twisted by the government. As they grew, Seraph and Bisma's goal shifted from the parent's. While the elders wanted to save the city, Seraph wanted to burn it down and let it be buried by time. Bitterness building as years pass. All coming to a fiery end at the age of 17.
A lot happened in the city since the raid on the Lab. Riots, protests, raids from the police, a lot of people died. Everything, despite the outlook, was going well for the protestors. Change was happening, the police reformed and Darrell forced from the city. The only thing that need changing was the reformation of the very thing that led to this outcome. Jaycorp. Unfortunately... The flaming war was ended swiftly as the first protest on Jay's company took place.
With no other option other than facing the crowd, Jay opted to turn the protest violent. 1 Vs 100,000... and Agaet won. The crowd dispersed as Agaet dealt with what Jay pointed to. The leaders of this rebellion. Seraph's parents. His father was killed in a near instant. Punched into the wall, every bone in his torso shattered and splintered. His mother didn't go down without a fight, putting up a decent one, but not well enough to go after this abomination of chemicals and metal. She wasn't even dead when Seraph watched as his parents were ravaged.

Seraph witnessed the final moments of his parents first hand, peaking through as the security of Jaycorp started disposing of the bodies on their property. Unmarked graves and burning bodies. Agaet standing over Seraph's battered mother, his father toppled over against the wall, long dead.
His mother looked over to him, with tears in her eyes and a saddened smile on her face, before Agaet finished the job. Crushing her torso and leaving her bleeding out on the pavement. Seraph couldn't even run to her as Bisma held him back. Had he ran in, he surely would have been killed.
With that, Seraph knew exactly what he wanted to do. Instead of living his parent's dream, liberating the city from it's twisted ruler... he burnt it to the ground. Having Bisma release a Firestorm from the city after evacuating the lower-class folk from their homes, those who'd come. The single biggest loss of life as all those within were swept up in the flames, or melting metal. The city was reduced to a massive slagpit. Erased from time within a day. Both Seraph and Bisma were ashamed of what they've done. Leaving the area and going their separate ways. Leaving the survivors to exodus to Blackwatch.
Bisma leaving to the sands north and Seraph finding refuge in a city not so far away. Andorough. Finding some way to ease the pain in his heart from the terror of his past.