Age:
Ageless

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Male

Eye Color:
One eye is dark, cerulean green. One is sky blue.

Hair Color:
Dark, crimson red. The color of Blood.

Race:
White

Species:
I am Nephilim, born of Demon and Angel. Wrought with the soul purpose of betraying my own kind for the hunt of the millenia.

Personality:
Being a Nephilim gave Creedance the ability and honor to be good. He looks for the good in everyone around himself and most of the time this has led to others doing wrong around his personal life. Many of his kin became paladins at young age which instilled a sense of honor in his being, an intense focus to hunt all that's evil. As with some nephilim, he has no tolerance for evil at all, and will happily join up if the local church calls a Crusade.

Description:
Creedance has an otherworldly beauty. He's pale, with crimson red hair. His features are finely chiseled. He stands around 5’10” tall, and weighs around 160 lb. Because all or most nephilim have at least one strange feature, he has one oddly matched eye, pointed ears and a single feathery layer of hair beneath his normal outside appearance.

Item's Carried:
A locket is hidden away within his bright white cloaks, attached to a silver chain which leads to a full body armor of pure celestial pearl armor. This item offers minimal protection against outside intrusions such as swords, arrows and spears.
With this, he also carries with him a small cloth made sack, scarlet in color with golden ties which pull to create a tight lock. The inside acts as a self made portal, putting everything within itself into a stasis. It acts as a food storage area for small things such as table food and finger foods as well as a small and sightly tied weapon holder for the smallest of daggers and weapons.
Finally, his last item is more of a two counted utensil. It's a flint and dagger, used as a fire starter. It's flames are eternal and live on through the ages. The flames themselves are said to have been taken from the Hells, the place where they're the hottest and eternal. With this Creedance has delivered citizens of many towns from death from the cold. Many seek out this item for personal usage yet the only one who's been able to withstand it's heat is Creedance himself.

Home:


Since he was born in the Greek Times, he lives in a temple that was once created for the sole purpose of serving the Gods. This one in specific was honored to Hestia, Goddess of the hearth. Because of this, he has an eternal flame in reverence to Hestia built inside of the hearth. Most of it is built of stone, the rest of mortar and clay. He was made of the earth, so therefore sleeps on it as if it were his bed. Naturally he doesn't eat but every two weeks so therefore he stores no food. It's left in the open only because he's transferred this from Greece to Hellifyno, an open mountain range on the lower South East of Hellifyno. There he has no problems with soldiers. By day he's gone, by night he sleeps.

Weapons:

Blade Name: Adrendalinia
Overall Length: 44 3/4" 
Blade Length: 28 3/4"
Blade Material: The blade itself was crafted with titanium alloy, the hardest metal on earth and coated with a thin coating of celestial energy. It's sharp edges are enhanced with the use of the magic that is pushed into it's making and it will never dull or die, unless pushed with an energy it can't handle. Often the blade itself talks and those that hear it are often given the chance to hold it without its master's wishes.
Handle Material: Solid Titanium handle parts, antique metal finish, genuine leather-wrapped grip.


Dagger's Name: Twin Jeweled Demon's Glare
Overall Length: 9 3/4 inches
Blade length: 4 Inches
Blade Material: Same as The Adrendalinia

Powers:


Darkvision: Creedance can see in complete darkness for up to 60 feet. Darkvision produces images that are in shades of gray, but is otherwise like normal sight. He can function well with no light at all. Bright lights, such as from a lantern or other light sources, spoil darkvision. He normally requires at least a few seconds to adjust his eyes when a light source is extinguished before gaining full use of darkvision.

Light: Creedance can cast the spell Light once per day, even while wearing armor. This is an innate ability that allows him to blast highly concentrated light energy sought from the air around him into his opponent. The effects vary from minimal paralysis to highly intensified burns and even some damaging holes if you're an evil being. With this light attack, he also has the power to intensify the heat of a specific object or person to whatever he desires. As well as the power to make himself invisible.

Resistance: He has an acute resistance to any type of magical power and can normally rebound it right back at another being before taking damage from any of it's attacks. Normally he can only do this at least five times during battle because his body wears from the intense concentration required to control this power.



Enhanced Strength, durability and stamina: He's able to lift over four hundred pounds with enough pressure. Seven hundred with his legs. Put through vigorous training, he's also able to run for 12 hours before getting winded. Swim for 15 minutes underwater without coming up for breath, endure pain at an intense level.

History:
Everyone has their story. It's just how they tell it that makes it unique, gives her or him their personality. I grew up thousands of years before you did, in the Militaristic state known as Sparta back in ancient times. My mother and father weren't that close and undoubtedly didn't love each other, as was common in the Spartan culture. The day that I was born, spartan soldiers whom were employed with the task of checking children came to the tent to see if I was strong enough to be within their armies. Though I had the weird calico eyes as well as the pointed ears and short, crimson colored hair, the soldiers took note of my worth. Unlike other children who cried when they were bathed in wine and alcohol, I kept my temperament and from an early age, knew my place among others. I was a leader, a champion of ages. Before I was seven, I'd already begun my training with my father, or at least whom I believed to be my father at this point.
When the soldiers came to take me away from my life with both my mother and nanny, who had treated me poorly while growing up, I went quietly and with respect for our people. I knew that this was coming because my friend, who'd just turned seven a few weeks before, had been taken away in the middle of the night by a few of the soldiers. He had the privilege of beginning his training before I did. The day they came was much like any other day. With my normal breakfast of quickly made bread, I saw them coming toward my home. The farm itself had grown quite a bit in the small time that I'd been alive. I remembered everything from the moment I'd been weaned and gotten my teeth, to now. They waltzed in expecting a rough time getting me from the home. However, I met them partially and without anything covering my body aside from a small loin cloth, they led me through the town and into the foot hills that surrounded our city.
For years I trained as hard as I could, gaining momentum on the battle field. When the time came that I graduated from the grunt stage of my
(To Be Continued)
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