Hyun-Ki

Natsuzora wrote:

Real Name:
Natsuzora

Fake Name:
Evelyn Godfray

Nickname(s):
Natsu, Eve & Lynn

Gender:
Female

Race:
Guardian | Spirit

Age:
Biologically 20 | Actuality very old

Birthday:
September 10th

Star Sign:
Virgo

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Special Characteristics:

Accent ϟ only from Nayug, it is somewhat like a slur - yet enchanting enough that people are capitvating by its elegant and divinely way of speaking. Infact, the language of Nayug is entirely diverse and it is the reason why her tone of voice is so different from the ones of Earth-land. Sometimes it may change depending on the emotion, even then it is recognizably vast in comparison to the majority.

Scarring ϟ the visible form of tissue is stretched just along the nape of her neck in the scarce symbol of what looks like an 'X'. She also has some scarring on her right wrist, either inflicted by self harm or the opposite. Although a presence which may regain the closure of her wounds on the most immediate of occasions, there doesn't seem a real reason as to why these scars have not simply disappeared.

Nerve Damage ϟ particularly in the right hand, possibly inflicted from the wound which has left the scarring, her hand is especially weak or at least will become visible rattled in pain. Natsu has an incredible amount of physical strength, even then to much pressure on the right could possibly damage her already damaged wrist to the point it is unable to lift even a simple glass of water. The work can be momentary, but never consistent if she wishes her hand not to pulsate in such an agonizing discomfort.

Regeneration ϟ her wounds heal incredibly fast, however this does not leave her subject to lack in energy or the remainder of the pain which was inflicted by the wound itself. An open gash may close as though it'd never existed in the first place, but the pain will stay and then fade off naturally. Some pains however will stay, as such did the damage in her wrist.

Personality:

The daughter of Corenglaw, is nothing like her father.

She strains to be but a nothing, to begin her life as but a regular human, rather than the name her father and his comrades so desperately crave to uphold. To her remark, she sees herself as nothing more than a tool for the balance of the world, urged to operate flawlessly under the blood that she bears. Which, evidently, in unraveling twist, sparked a fluctuating bolt of defiance, bewildering under the hands of Gods for a child of such puny power. Tiny fingers once yearning to see the world behind royal walls, while now, they only curl away. Natsuzora is an apathetic, isolated and friendless young woman, dauntless in her father's rule to the point she occasionally goes out of her way to belch utter destruction upon the land, never aiming to harm human-kind, but, to doubtlessly anger her father. Because she does things her own way, evidently means she has never once relied on anybody, or really, has had nobody to ever rely on.

Illia, her brother, describes Natsuzora as rebellious and loner-prone ϟ opposed to the way she was as a child. Her sour and pessimistic attitude is what precisely left a name on the family of Corenglaw, consistently going out of her way to point out the bad in things, or the negative aspects in ideas or layouts of plans ϟ rather than going about it the more positive and kinder way. The overwhelming temper and distressing power that frequently anguishes the family was only first experienced through her first millennium, regarding how effortlessly with the sway of her own hands to which would only cause many deaths. Because of this, Natsuzora rigidly believes that nothing good will ever come her way, nor will anything good happen too her. Forcing herself not to hope for anything that is non-existent. And additionally, urging a purposeful distance.

In-fact, Natsuzora goes out of her way to get others to hate her, belittling them with a cold or rude behavior that either, makes those hate her, or want to kill her ϟ which usually works in her wish to be kept at distance from others. But, if forced into social interaction, she usually feels as if she is a hindrance, since, her evident mistakes in angering or embarrassing her father have of course, kneaded those words into her mind, therefore avoiding others out of mere concern. She even goes as far as to believe that she is insignificant, willing to take on blames, no matter how large, to keep those around her happy and hopefully normal. Even though, taking on the stress and hurt onto her own self for the sake of others only hurts those who are aware of her true intentions, she sees no need to burden over any of it. And with that, she refuses to change her ways, especially if it means the continuance of angering her father.  

Her personality stems from her child-hood, where her ditsy behavior and mistakes became a joke among her family and the other deities hidden within the world. Which in turn has led her into blaming society for how she acts, rather than herself. Because she was so weak, and clumsy, her father did not have as much patience for her as her brother, Illia, who overwhelmed Natsuzora in power. But, her brother was not as rebellious or courageous as his sister, and therefore, she took the burdens of his mistakes onto her own, because, to her, she herself was already a mistake. As a first reflex of a typical loner, she consistently denies all invitations and avoids engaging in all social events as much as she possibly can. Because her divinely being practically screams out ϟ "look at me" ϟ its a bit of nuisance when she yearns to blend in with human society.

Despite her so called rotten attitude she has evidently been exposed with unvieling sparks of kindness underneath her exterior, shown in multiple cases and methods she goes through for the lengths of protecting other people. However, this always seems to end in the case of only getting herself hurt, shattering relationships or harming her own emotional heart with nothing but a dull expression to conceal it. But, she is mostly self-oriented, and hence, she is not bothered by anything as long as those somewhat close to her, do not get hurt, and she reaches her desired results.

Natsuzora grew up alone. Her father was busy, Illia was more appealed through matters while her very existence was regularly concealed from the display of others. Because of this, she never knew how to rely on anybody, and still does not. She even does not understand the feelings of others as she judges by reasoning alone. Natsuzora may express herself as a dense person, but, it is actually just a facade to avoid any hard feelings from her harsh experience with her unwanted past. Just like the family, they have a peculiar sense of pride, therefore arousing the refusal of pity or sympathy each and every time it has assumed to come their way.  

She is ruthless, and some would often describe her as a wild beast, thrashing back and forth with absolutely no elegance in the slightest. Although it depends on the mere situation, there is never really a moment when Natsuzora is truly regal. Because of her strength, and her form, she is always willing to purposely get hurt if it means protecting others, despite the horrible pain that is precised her way. She will even go as far as to pushing her body to such limits that a mere human being would not even be able to withstand ϟ to the point she passes out or almost risks her "life". None of that. In-fact, Natsuzora goes out of her way to avoid forming any direct leadership onto herself. Because she believes herself to be a nuisance, she likes to do things her own way without screwing up her comrades, or at least not causing them to be harmed in any way. Despite this, Natsuzora actually has much more knowledge and awareness through her time, and is rather embarrassed to interact with others in the form of aiding them in battle ϟ which is something that will not happen right away.

Likes:

Plushies ϟ typically anything, but usually cats. There is no reason for this, but her father, when she was younger, used to make toys for her from his magic as he had the power to create things from his storms. Till this day she still finds the adorable little objects a huge liking to her tastes in things - perferably the ones that are made by humans - not by her father.

Hibiscus Flower ϟ the flower of her home-land. Her father first said to her that she was like the beautiful plant - its meaning coming from delicate beauty as her own resembled just as similar. Infact, sometimes in her own footsteps she would leave a trail of red hibiscus in her path, unaware of it till her own brother pointed it out to her. There is no reason as to why she likes this flower - she just feels an odd connection tied to it and herself.

Ramen ϟ first tasted while crossing through Midi, it is a certain dish she has fallen in love with. Despite it's peculiarly easy way to make, and messy turn-out, even among somebody as herself she eats it with little to no shame - as she has described it to taste even better than the most finest cooked meals served among royality. Although it's dish is not served everywhere among Fiore as it was in Midi - and because of that she does not eat it as much.

Illia ϟ her brother. A sensitive flower as most would call him. He cared for his sister so much that he would sully his own divinely reputation just to keep her company. Although it was shame Natsuzora left later on and purposely hurt him as to cleave some distance between their relationship, in the end, he only found out her true intentions, and searches for her even till this day in the hopes to bring her back home.

Observing ϟ back in her old home (the realm of Nayug - home of the Gods), every being was much more different there - and despite the land possibly being more beautiful than Earth-land, Natsu, thinks the realm of the humans could be just as alluring. Because of this, she enjoys watching human-kind, despite the distance she has to keep between them, it always interests her to observe them from afar - watching how they interact and live about their daily lives. Although its a rather lonely feeling - one she is used too - it also makes her happy.

Dislikes:

Dishonest People ϟ despite her being purposely cold to create a form of distance - she cannot stand when any living being is not honest about their feelings. It irks her to the point she herself will bluntly point it out to said-person, as she genuinely cannot contain her frustration on this matter. In-fact, some have described her to act somewhat frightening when they try to handle a situation lightly (and by not expressing their true feelings).

Basilisk Fang ϟ her memories are still scattered, only few significant pieces remain, yet this one haunts her just as the rest of them do. Although those that inflicted the torture upon her do not recall, and those which posed a threat to who she once considered as friends may have very well disappeared, the group itself and the marking are as clear as day.  

Conflict/Violence ϟ she only uses it when necessary - when a human is trying to touch her, or when she is very very pissed off. Whenever a human is trying to touch her though, it is usually harmless, and she merely zaps them like the comparsion to a porcupine with it's pin-needles. Aside from her getting angry to the point she will hurt somebody, does not happen very often. Even in battle she will go out of her way to avoid unnecessary conflict.

Dragons ϟ there has never been a good experience with these creatures, preferably one in particular - but, she doesn't remember that moment as it happened aeons ago in a place where everything became a blur. It isn't much as a dislike as a bad vibe - as she has no idea why both she and these large divinely reptiles never get along.

Corenglaw ϟ her creator, her Father. Corenglaw was the first to teach her the ways of the world - and the first God to pass by the rules and leave Natsuzora absoutely voidless of all knowledge on the truth of her being. Because of this, Natsuzora rebelled against her Father in utter anger - hurdling destruction and leaving his name in her wake. There is an undying hate formed within her heart when there used to be nothing but love - all because Corenglaw refused to give her answers on who she was - for a reason that is still unknown.

Motivations:

Knowledge ϟ who she is. What her purpose is. Every creature that was created by the Gods had a meaning in life - while she did not. Although she knows her own name, she knows her creator and her home land - ever since that day the realm of Nayug and Earth-land clashed with a hurdle of her power and another, she knows that Corenglaw had been hiding something from her - and she - even today - is determined to find out no matter how long it takes. Despite her lacking of care and lust for Death.

Death ϟ when you've been alive since the beginning of Earth-land - unable to die by even the most powerful of attacks - you start to yearn for death someday. The endless painful memories, unable to befriend anything mortal as it will die in what feels like only a few days to Natsuzora rather than a few years.

Acknowledgement ϟ by the people of Nayug, she wants to be recognized. Despite the many deaths she caused that one day, and her terribly destructive behavior - she wants to someday be looked up too for the suffering she herself experienced for so many eons. Although it is impossible as she has found no way back into the realm of Nayug - presumably she was banished by her Father - Natsuzora has not given up hope that one day she will see them again - and show them how much she has truly changed.

Fears:

Claustrophobia ϟ Natsuzora is a free spirit. Her most greatest fear is to be locked away and trapped forever. Even as a divinely being such as herself, she has her limits in power, and can loose her breath, grow faint possibly even start crying if she believes herself to truly be engaged into the depths of darkness forever.  

The Truth ϟ as much as she wants it, she also fears it as she has no idea what to expect when it finally slaps her right in the face. It could be something good, or something bad - she really has no idea.

Acrophobia ϟ there is no reason for this, but it typical is associated with places like cliff-sides or falling from very high heights. Her stomach will grow sick, she will start to sweat and her body will shake. She will even cling onto a solid object refusing to let go - depending on who she is with. Sometimes she will force this fear aside despite wanting to throw-up.                                                                                                                                                                                      

General Appearance

Height:
Five feet and five inches.

Weight:
115lbs

Hair:
Golden | Dirty Blonde

Eyes:
Ruby | Deep Red

Skin Tone:
Healthy Pale

Appearance:

REFERENCE:

On first meeting the cold girl, most would describe her to be peculiarly beautiful - more alluring than anything they may have ever seen before. Back home, in Nayug, the Angels had even admitted she were more beautiful any Goddess they had met before. Despite her behavior that fouled everything, nobody could ever forget the girl that utterly gleamed with such a divinely presence. Long golden hair that reaches just past her waist, and ruby hues that could've matched the beauty of a hibiscus flower - even her very skin was like stardust that glowed against the light of the sun. Her very presence bellowed - fragility - and still does till this day.

Guild/Council

Guild:
Black Rose

Tattoo:
Black | Left Wrist

Rank:
D

Natsuzora wrote:

Real Name:
Natsuzora

Fake Name:
Evelyn Godfray

Nickname(s):
Natsu, Eve & Lynn

Gender:
Female

Race:
Guardian | Spirit

Age:
Biologically 20 | Actuality very old

Birthday:
September 10th

Star Sign:
Virgo

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Special Characteristics:

Accent ϟ only from Nayug, it is somewhat like a slur - yet enchanting enough that people are capitvating by its elegant and divinely way of speaking. Infact, the language of Nayug is entirely diverse and it is the reason why her tone of voice is so different from the ones of Earth-land. Sometimes it may change depending on the emotion, even then it is recognizably vast in comparison to the majority.

Scarring ϟ the visible form of tissue is stretched just along the nape of her neck in the scarce symbol of what looks like an 'X'. She also has some scarring on her right wrist, either inflicted by self harm or the opposite. Although a presence which may regain the closure of her wounds on the most immediate of occasions, there doesn't seem a real reason as to why these scars have not simply disappeared.

Nerve Damage ϟ particularly in the right hand, possibly inflicted from the wound which has left the scarring, her hand is especially weak or at least will become visible rattled in pain. Natsu has an incredible amount of physical strength, even then to much pressure on the right could possibly damage her already damaged wrist to the point it is unable to lift even a simple glass of water. The work can be momentary, but never consistent if she wishes her hand not to pulsate in such an agonizing discomfort.

Regeneration ϟ her wounds heal incredibly fast, however this does not leave her subject to lack in energy or the remainder of the pain which was inflicted by the wound itself. An open gash may close as though it'd never existed in the first place, but the pain will stay and then fade off naturally. Some pains however will stay, as such did the damage in her wrist.

Personality:

The daughter of Corenglaw, is nothing like her father.

She strains to be but a nothing, to begin her life as but a regular human, rather than the name her father and his comrades so desperately crave to uphold. To her remark, she sees herself as nothing more than a tool for the balance of the world, urged to operate flawlessly under the blood that she bears. Which, evidently, in unraveling twist, sparked a fluctuating bolt of defiance, bewildering under the hands of Gods for a child of such puny power. Tiny fingers once yearning to see the world behind royal walls, while now, they only curl away. Natsuzora is an apathetic, isolated and friendless young woman, dauntless in her father's rule to the point she occasionally goes out of her way to belch utter destruction upon the land, never aiming to harm human-kind, but, to doubtlessly anger her father. Because she does things her own way, evidently means she has never once relied on anybody, or really, has had nobody to ever rely on.

Illia, her brother, describes Natsuzora as rebellious and loner-prone ϟ opposed to the way she was as a child. Her sour and pessimistic attitude is what precisely left a name on the family of Corenglaw, consistently going out of her way to point out the bad in things, or the negative aspects in ideas or layouts of plans ϟ rather than going about it the more positive and kinder way. The overwhelming temper and distressing power that frequently anguishes the family was only first experienced through her first millennium, regarding how effortlessly with the sway of her own hands to which would only cause many deaths. Because of this, Natsuzora rigidly believes that nothing good will ever come her way, nor will anything good happen too her. Forcing herself not to hope for anything that is non-existent. And additionally, urging a purposeful distance.

In-fact, Natsuzora goes out of her way to get others to hate her, belittling them with a cold or rude behavior that either, makes those hate her, or want to kill her ϟ which usually works in her wish to be kept at distance from others. But, if forced into social interaction, she usually feels as if she is a hindrance, since, her evident mistakes in angering or embarrassing her father have of course, kneaded those words into her mind, therefore avoiding others out of mere concern. She even goes as far as to believe that she is insignificant, willing to take on blames, no matter how large, to keep those around her happy and hopefully normal. Even though, taking on the stress and hurt onto her own self for the sake of others only hurts those who are aware of her true intentions, she sees no need to burden over any of it. And with that, she refuses to change her ways, especially if it means the continuance of angering her father.  

Her personality stems from her child-hood, where her ditsy behavior and mistakes became a joke among her family and the other deities hidden within the world. Which in turn has led her into blaming society for how she acts, rather than herself. Because she was so weak, and clumsy, her father did not have as much patience for her as her brother, Illia, who overwhelmed Natsuzora in power. But, her brother was not as rebellious or courageous as his sister, and therefore, she took the burdens of his mistakes onto her own, because, to her, she herself was already a mistake. As a first reflex of a typical loner, she consistently denies all invitations and avoids engaging in all social events as much as she possibly can. Because her divinely being practically screams out ϟ "look at me" ϟ its a bit of nuisance when she yearns to blend in with human society.

Despite her so called rotten attitude she has evidently been exposed with unvieling sparks of kindness underneath her exterior, shown in multiple cases and methods she goes through for the lengths of protecting other people. However, this always seems to end in the case of only getting herself hurt, shattering relationships or harming her own emotional heart with nothing but a dull expression to conceal it. But, she is mostly self-oriented, and hence, she is not bothered by anything as long as those somewhat close to her, do not get hurt, and she reaches her desired results.

Natsuzora grew up alone. Her father was busy, Illia was more appealed through matters while her very existence was regularly concealed from the display of others. Because of this, she never knew how to rely on anybody, and still does not. She even does not understand the feelings of others as she judges by reasoning alone. Natsuzora may express herself as a dense person, but, it is actually just a facade to avoid any hard feelings from her harsh experience with her unwanted past. Just like the family, they have a peculiar sense of pride, therefore arousing the refusal of pity or sympathy each and every time it has assumed to come their way.  

She is ruthless, and some would often describe her as a wild beast, thrashing back and forth with absolutely no elegance in the slightest. Although it depends on the mere situation, there is never really a moment when Natsuzora is truly regal. Because of her strength, and her form, she is always willing to purposely get hurt if it means protecting others, despite the horrible pain that is precised her way. She will even go as far as to pushing her body to such limits that a mere human being would not even be able to withstand ϟ to the point she passes out or almost risks her "life". None of that. In-fact, Natsuzora goes out of her way to avoid forming any direct leadership onto herself. Because she believes herself to be a nuisance, she likes to do things her own way without screwing up her comrades, or at least not causing them to be harmed in any way. Despite this, Natsuzora actually has much more knowledge and awareness through her time, and is rather embarrassed to interact with others in the form of aiding them in battle ϟ which is something that will not happen right away.

Likes:

Plushies ϟ typically anything, but usually cats. There is no reason for this, but her father, when she was younger, used to make toys for her from his magic as he had the power to create things from his storms. Till this day she still finds the adorable little objects a huge liking to her tastes in things - perferably the ones that are made by humans - not by her father.

Hibiscus Flower ϟ the flower of her home-land. Her father first said to her that she was like the beautiful plant - its meaning coming from delicate beauty as her own resembled just as similar. Infact, sometimes in her own footsteps she would leave a trail of red hibiscus in her path, unaware of it till her own brother pointed it out to her. There is no reason as to why she likes this flower - she just feels an odd connection tied to it and herself.

Ramen ϟ first tasted while crossing through Midi, it is a certain dish she has fallen in love with. Despite it's peculiarly easy way to make, and messy turn-out, even among somebody as herself she eats it with little to no shame - as she has described it to taste even better than the most finest cooked meals served among royality. Although it's dish is not served everywhere among Fiore as it was in Midi - and because of that she does not eat it as much.

Illia ϟ her brother. A sensitive flower as most would call him. He cared for his sister so much that he would sully his own divinely reputation just to keep her company. Although it was shame Natsuzora left later on and purposely hurt him as to cleave some distance between their relationship, in the end, he only found out her true intentions, and searches for her even till this day in the hopes to bring her back home.

Observing ϟ back in her old home (the realm of Nayug - home of the Gods), every being was much more different there - and despite the land possibly being more beautiful than Earth-land, Natsu, thinks the realm of the humans could be just as alluring. Because of this, she enjoys watching human-kind, despite the distance she has to keep between them, it always interests her to observe them from afar - watching how they interact and live about their daily lives. Although its a rather lonely feeling - one she is used too - it also makes her happy.

Dislikes:

Dishonest People ϟ despite her being purposely cold to create a form of distance - she cannot stand when any living being is not honest about their feelings. It irks her to the point she herself will bluntly point it out to said-person, as she genuinely cannot contain her frustration on this matter. In-fact, some have described her to act somewhat frightening when they try to handle a situation lightly (and by not expressing their true feelings).

Basilisk Fang ϟ her memories are still scattered, only few significant pieces remain, yet this one haunts her just as the rest of them do. Although those that inflicted the torture upon her do not recall, and those which posed a threat to who she once considered as friends may have very well disappeared, the group itself and the marking are as clear as day.  

Conflict/Violence ϟ she only uses it when necessary - when a human is trying to touch her, or when she is very very pissed off. Whenever a human is trying to touch her though, it is usually harmless, and she merely zaps them like the comparsion to a porcupine with it's pin-needles. Aside from her getting angry to the point she will hurt somebody, does not happen very often. Even in battle she will go out of her way to avoid unnecessary conflict.

Dragons ϟ there has never been a good experience with these creatures, preferably one in particular - but, she doesn't remember that moment as it happened aeons ago in a place where everything became a blur. It isn't much as a dislike as a bad vibe - as she has no idea why both she and these large divinely reptiles never get along.

Corenglaw ϟ her creator, her Father. Corenglaw was the first to teach her the ways of the world - and the first God to pass by the rules and leave Natsuzora absoutely voidless of all knowledge on the truth of her being. Because of this, Natsuzora rebelled against her Father in utter anger - hurdling destruction and leaving his name in her wake. There is an undying hate formed within her heart when there used to be nothing but love - all because Corenglaw refused to give her answers on who she was - for a reason that is still unknown.

Motivations:

Knowledge ϟ who she is. What her purpose is. Every creature that was created by the Gods had a meaning in life - while she did not. Although she knows her own name, she knows her creator and her home land - ever since that day the realm of Nayug and Earth-land clashed with a hurdle of her power and another, she knows that Corenglaw had been hiding something from her - and she - even today - is determined to find out no matter how long it takes. Despite her lacking of care and lust for Death.

Death ϟ when you've been alive since the beginning of Earth-land - unable to die by even the most powerful of attacks - you start to yearn for death someday. The endless painful memories, unable to befriend anything mortal as it will die in what feels like only a few days to Natsuzora rather than a few years.

Acknowledgement ϟ by the people of Nayug, she wants to be recognized. Despite the many deaths she caused that one day, and her terribly destructive behavior - she wants to someday be looked up too for the suffering she herself experienced for so many eons. Although it is impossible as she has found no way back into the realm of Nayug - presumably she was banished by her Father - Natsuzora has not given up hope that one day she will see them again - and show them how much she has truly changed.

Fears:

Claustrophobia ϟ Natsuzora is a free spirit. Her most greatest fear is to be locked away and trapped forever. Even as a divinely being such as herself, she has her limits in power, and can loose her breath, grow faint possibly even start crying if she believes herself to truly be engaged into the depths of darkness forever.  

The Truth ϟ as much as she wants it, she also fears it as she has no idea what to expect when it finally slaps her right in the face. It could be something good, or something bad - she really has no idea.

Acrophobia ϟ there is no reason for this, but it typical is associated with places like cliff-sides or falling from very high heights. Her stomach will grow sick, she will start to sweat and her body will shake. She will even cling onto a solid object refusing to let go - depending on who she is with. Sometimes she will force this fear aside despite wanting to throw-up.                                                                                                                                                                                      

General Appearance

Height:
Five feet and five inches.

Weight:
115lbs

Hair:
Golden | Dirty Blonde

Eyes:
Ruby | Deep Red

Skin Tone:
Healthy Pale

Appearance:

REFERENCE:

On first meeting the cold girl, most would describe her to be peculiarly beautiful - more alluring than anything they may have ever seen before. Back home, in Nayug, the Angels had even admitted she were more beautiful any Goddess they had met before. Despite her behavior that fouled everything, nobody could ever forget the girl that utterly gleamed with such a divinely presence. Long golden hair that reaches just past her waist, and ruby hues that could've matched the beauty of a hibiscus flower - even her very skin was like stardust that glowed against the light of the sun. Her very presence bellowed - fragility - and still does till this day.

Guild/Council

Guild:
Crystal Swan

Tattoo:
Magenta / Silver | Left Wrist

Rank:
D

Natsuzora wrote:

Real Name: Natsuzora Nickname(s): Natsu & Zora Gender: Male Race: Guardian | Spirit Age: Biologically 22 | Actuality very old Birthday: September 10th Star Sign: Virgo Sexuality: Bisexual Special Characteristics: Accent ϟ only from Nayug, it is somewhat like a slur - yet enchanting enough that people are capitvating by its elegant and divinely way of speaking. Infact, the language of Nayug is entirely diverse and it is the reason why his tone of voice is so different from the ones of Earth-land. Sometimes it may change depending on the emotion, even then it is recognizably vast in comparison to the majority. Scarring ϟ the visible form of tissue is stretched just along the chest, where fragments of gold and a singular ruby gem have been embedded into his flesh. He also has some scarring on his right wrist, either inflicted by self harm or the opposite. Although a presence which may regain the closure of his wounds on the most immediate of occasions, there doesn't seem a real reason as to why these scars have not simply disappeared. Nerve Damage ϟ particularly in the right hand, possibly inflicted from the wound which has left the scarring, his hand is especially weak or at least will become visible rattled in pain. Natsu has an incredible amount of physical strength, even then to much pressure on the right could possibly damage his already damaged wrist to the point it is unable to lift even a simple glass of water. The work can be momentary, but never consistent if he wishes his hand not to pulsate in such an agonizing discomfort. Regeneration ϟ his wounds heal incredibly fast, however this does not leave him subject to lack in energy or the remainder of the pain which was inflicted by the wound itself. An open gash may close as though it'd never existed in the first place, but the pain will stay and then fade off naturally. Some pains however will stay, as such did the damage in his wrist. Personality: The son of Corenglaw, is nothing like his father. He strains to be but a nothing, to begin his life as but a regular human, rather than the name his father and his comrades so desperately crave to uphold. To his remark, he sees himself as nothing more than a tool for the balance of the world, urged to operate flawlessly under the blood that he bears. Which, evidently, in unraveling twist, sparked a fluctuating bolt of defiance, bewildering under the hands of Gods for a child of such puny power. Tiny fingers once yearning to see the world behind royal walls, while now, they only curl away. Natsuzora is an apathetic, isolated and friendless "young" man, dauntless in his father's rule to the point he occasionally goes out of his way to belch utter destruction upon the land, never aiming to harm human-kind, but, to doubtlessly anger his father. Because he does things his own way, evidently means he has never once relied on anybody, or really, has had nobody to ever rely on. Illia, his brother, describes Natsuzora as rebellious and loner-prone ϟ opposed to the way he was as a child. His sour and pessimistic attitude is what precisely left a name on the family of Corenglaw, consistently going out of his way to point out the bad in things, or the negative aspects in ideas or layouts of plans ϟ rather than going about it the more positive and kinder way. The overwhelming temper and distressing power that frequently anguishes the family was only first experienced through his first millennium, regarding how effortlessly with the sway of his own hands to which would only cause many deaths. Because of this, Natsuzora rigidly believes that nothing good will ever come his way, nor will anything good happen too him. Forcing himself not to hope for anything that is non-existent. And additionally, urging a purposeful distance. In-fact, Natsuzora goes out of his way to get others to hate him, belittling them with a cold or rude behavior that either, makes those hate him, or want to kill him ϟ which usually works in his wish to be kept at distance from others. But, if forced into social interaction, he usually feels as if he is a hindrance, since, his evident mistakes in angering or embarrassing his father have of course, kneaded those words into his mind, therefore avoiding others out of mere concern. He even goes as far as to believe that he is insignificant, willing to take on blames, no matter how large, to keep those around him happy and hopefully normal. Even though, taking on the stress and hurt onto his own self for the sake of others only hurts those who are aware of his true intentions, he sees no need to burden over any of it. And with that, he refuses to change his ways, especially if it means the continuance of angering his father.   His personality stems from his child-hood, where his ditsy behavior and mistakes became a joke among his family and the other deities hidden within the world. Which in turn has led him into blaming society for how he acts, rather than himself. Because he was so weak, and clumsy, his father did not have as much patience for him as his brother, Illia, who overwhelmed Natsuzora in power. But, his brother was not as rebellious or courageous as his sibling, and therefore, he took the burdens of his mistakes onto his own, because, to him, he himself was already a mistake. As a first reflex of a typical loner, he consistently denies all invitations and avoids engaging in all social events as much as he possibly can. Because his divinely being practically screams out ϟ "look at me" ϟ its a bit of nuisance when he yearns to blend in with human society. Despite his so called rotten attitude he has evidently been exposed with unveiling sparks of kindness underneath his exterior, shown in multiple cases and methods he goes through for the lengths of protecting other people. However, this always seems to end in the case of only getting himself hurt, shattering relationships or harming his own emotional heart with nothing but a dull expression to conceal it. But, he is mostly self-oriented, and hence, he is not bothered by anything as long as those somewhat close to him, do not get hurt, and he reaches his desired results. Natsuzora grew up alone. His father was busy, Illia was more appealed through matters while his very existence was regularly concealed from the display of others. Because of this, he never knew how to rely on anybody, and still does not. He even does not understand the feelings of others as he judges by reasoning alone. Natsuzora may express himself as a dense person, but, it is actually just a facade to avoid any hard feelings from his harsh experience with his unwanted past. Just like the family, they have a peculiar sense of pride, therefore arousing the refusal of pity or sympathy each and every time it has assumed to come their way.   He is ruthless, and some would often describe him as a wild beast, thrashing back and forth with absolutely no elegance in the slightest. Although it depends on the mere situation, there is never really a moment when Natsuzora is truly regal. Because of his strength, and his form, he is always willing to purposely get hurt if it means protecting others, despite the horrible pain that is precised his way. He will even go as far as to pushing his body to such limits that a mere human being would not even be able to withstand ϟ to the point he passes out or almost risks his "life". None of that. In-fact, Natsuzora goes out of his way to avoid forming any direct leadership onto himself. Because he believes himself to be a nuisance, he likes to do things his own way without screwing up his comrades, or at least not causing them to be harmed in any way. Despite this, Natsuzora actually has much more knowledge and awareness through his time, and is rather embarrassed to interact with others in the form of aiding them in battle ϟ which is something that will not happen right away. Likes: Plushies ϟ typically anything, but usually cats. There is no reason for this, but his father, when he was younger, used to make toys for him from his magic as he had the power to create things from his storms. Till this day he still finds the adorable little objects a huge liking to his tastes in things - preferably the ones that are made by humans - not by his father. Hibiscus Flower ϟ the flower of his home-land. His father first said to him that he was like the beautiful plant - its meaning coming from delicate beauty as his own resembled just as similar. In-fact, sometimes in his own footsteps he would leave a trail of red hibiscus in his path, unaware of it till his own brother pointed it out to him. There is no reason as to why he likes this flower - he just feels an odd connection tied to it and himself. Ramen ϟ first tasted while crossing through Midi, it is a certain dish he has fallen in love with. Despite it's peculiarly easy way to make, and messy turn-out, even among somebody as himself she eats it with little to no shame - as he has described it to taste even better than the most finest cooked meals served among royalty. Although it's dish is not served everywhere among Fiore as it was in Midi - and because of that he does not eat it as much. Illia ϟ his brother. A sensitive flower as most would call him. He cared for his brother so much that he would sully his own divinely reputation just to keep him company. Although it was shame Natsuzora left later on and purposely hurt him as to cleave some distance between their relationship, in the end, he only found out his true intentions, and searches for him even till this day in the hopes to bring him back home. Observing ϟ back in his old home (the realm of Nayug - home of the Gods), every being was much more different there - and despite the land possibly being more beautiful than Earth-land, Natsu, thinks the realm of the humans could be just as alluring. Because of this, he enjoys watching human-kind, despite the distance he has to keep between them, it always interests him to observe them from afar - watching how they interact and live about their daily lives. Although its a rather lonely feeling - one he is used too - it also makes him happy. Dislikes: Dishonest People ϟ despite his being purposely cold to create a form of distance - he cannot stand when any living being is not honest about their feelings. It irks him to the point he himself will bluntly point it out to said-person, as he genuinely cannot contain his frustration on this matter. In-fact, some have described him to act somewhat frightening when they try to handle a situation lightly (and by not expressing their true feelings). Basilisk Fang ϟ his memories are still scattered, only few significant pieces remain, yet this one haunts him just as the rest of them do. Although those that inflicted the torture upon him do not recall, and those which posed a threat to who he once considered as friends may have very well disappeared, the group itself and the marking are as clear as day.   Conflict/Violence ϟ he only uses it when necessary - when a human is trying to touch him, or when he is very very pissed off. Whenever a human is trying to touch him though, it is usually harmless, and he merely zaps them like the comparison to a porcupine with it's pin-needles. Aside from him getting angry to the point he will hurt somebody, does not happen very often. Even in battle he will go out of his way to avoid unnecessary conflict. Dragons ϟ there has never been a good experience with these creatures, preferably one in particular - but, he doesn't remember that moment as it happened eons ago in a place where everything became a blur. It isn't much as a dislike as a bad vibe - as he has no idea why both he and these large divinely reptiles never get along. Corenglaw ϟ his creator, his Father. Corenglaw was the first to teach him the ways of the world - and the first God to pass by the rules and leave Natsuzora absolutely void-less of all knowledge on the truth of his being. Because of this, Natsuzora rebelled against his Father in utter anger - hurdling destruction and leaving his name in his wake. There is an undying hate formed within his heart when there used to be nothing but love - all because Corenglaw refused to give him answers on who he was - for a reason that is still unknown. Motivations: Knowledge ϟ who he is. What his purpose is. Every creature that was created by the Gods had a meaning in life - while he did not. Although he knows his own name, he knows his creator and his home land - ever since that day the realm of Nayug and Earth-land clashed with a hurdle of his power and another, he knows that Corenglaw had been hiding something from him - and he - even today - is determined to find out no matter how long it takes. Despite his lacking of care and lust for Death. Death ϟ when you've been alive since the beginning of Earth-land - unable to die by even the most powerful of attacks - you start to yearn for death someday. The endless painful memories, unable to befriend anything mortal as it will die in what feels like only a few days to Natsuzora rather than a few years. Acknowledgement ϟ by the people of Nayug, he wants to be recognized. Despite the many deaths he caused that one day, and his terribly destructive behavior - he wants to someday be looked up too for the suffering he himself experienced for so many eons. Although it is impossible as he has found no way back into the realm of Nayug - presumably he was banished by his Father - Natsuzora has not given up hope that one day he will see them again - and show them how much he has truly changed. Fears: Claustrophobia ϟ Natsuzora is a free spirit. His most greatest fear is to be locked away and trapped forever. Even as a divinely being such as himself, he has his limits in power, and can loose his breath, grow faint possibly even start crying if he believes himself to truly be engaged into the depths of darkness forever.   The Truth ϟ as much as he wants it, he also fears it as he has no idea what to expect when it finally slaps him right in the face. It could be something good, or something bad - he really has no idea. Acrophobia ϟ there is no reason for this, but it typical is associated with places like cliff-sides or falling from very high heights. His stomach will grow sick, he will start to sweat and his body will shake. He will even cling onto a solid object refusing to let go - depending on who he is with. Sometimes he will force this fear aside despite wanting to throw-up.                                                                                                                                                                                       General Appearance Height: Five feet and eleven inches. Weight: 115lbs Hair: Ivory | Silver Eyes: Azure | Light Blue Skin Tone: Healthy Pale Appearance: REFERENCE: On first meeting the cold man, most would describe him to be peculiarly beautiful - more alluring than anything they may have ever seen before. Back home, in Nayug, the angels had even admitted he were more beautiful than any God or Goddess they had met before. Despite his behavior that fouled everything, nobody could ever forget the individual that utterly gleamed with such a divinely presence. Wild and colorless strands, and azure hues that could've matched the beauty of a hibiscus flower - even his very skin was like stardust that glowed against the light of the sun. His very presence bellowed - fragility - and still does till this day. Even though he is quite the opposite of being fragile. His usual wear is in the image above, a skin tight outfit which takes the shade of black. It opens up upon the area of his chest, showing the odd yet beautiful fragments that are embedded in his skin. Many pieces of gold are along the outfit, especially on his arms and legs which act as something meant as armor, alongside a large circular earring which dangles on the left side. The crimson garb, holding no exact form due to its shape is used as cover for the chest or provided simply for the need of warmth. Guild/Council Guild: Crystal Swan Tattoo: Silver | Left Wrist Rank: D

Natsuzora wrote:

Real Name: Natsuzora Nickname(s): Natsu & Zora Gender: Male Race: Guardian | Spirit Age: Biologically 22 | Actuality very old Birthday: September 10th Star Sign: Virgo Sexuality: Bisexual Special Characteristics: Accent ϟ only from Nayug, it is somewhat like a slur - yet enchanting enough that people are capitvating by its elegant and divinely way of speaking. Infact, the language of Nayug is entirely diverse and it is the reason why his tone of voice is so different from the ones of Earth-land. Sometimes it may change depending on the emotion, even then it is recognizably vast in comparison to the majority. Scarring ϟ the visible form of tissue is stretched just along the chest, where fragments of gold and a singular ruby gem have been embedded into his flesh. He also has some scarring on his right wrist, either inflicted by self harm or the opposite. Although a presence which may regain the closure of his wounds on the most immediate of occasions, there doesn't seem a real reason as to why these scars have not simply disappeared. Nerve Damage ϟ particularly in the right hand, possibly inflicted from the wound which has left the scarring, his hand is especially weak or at least will become visible rattled in pain. Natsu has an incredible amount of physical strength, even then to much pressure on the right could possibly damage his already damaged wrist to the point it is unable to lift even a simple glass of water. The work can be momentary, but never consistent if he wishes his hand not to pulsate in such an agonizing discomfort. Regeneration ϟ his wounds heal incredibly fast, however this does not leave him subject to lack in energy or the remainder of the pain which was inflicted by the wound itself. An open gash may close as though it'd never existed in the first place, but the pain will stay and then fade off naturally. Some pains however will stay, as such did the damage in his wrist. Personality: The son of Corenglaw, is nothing like his father. He strains to be but a nothing, to begin his life as but a regular human, rather than the name his father and his comrades so desperately crave to uphold. To his remark, he sees himself as nothing more than a tool for the balance of the world, urged to operate flawlessly under the blood that he bears. Which, evidently, in unraveling twist, sparked a fluctuating bolt of defiance, bewildering under the hands of Gods for a child of such puny power. Tiny fingers once yearning to see the world behind royal walls, while now, they only curl away. Natsuzora is an apathetic, isolated and friendless "young" man, dauntless in his father's rule to the point he occasionally goes out of his way to belch utter destruction upon the land, never aiming to harm human-kind, but, to doubtlessly anger his father. Because he does things his own way, evidently means he has never once relied on anybody, or really, has had nobody to ever rely on. Illia, his brother, describes Natsuzora as rebellious and loner-prone ϟ opposed to the way he was as a child. His sour and pessimistic attitude is what precisely left a name on the family of Corenglaw, consistently going out of his way to point out the bad in things, or the negative aspects in ideas or layouts of plans ϟ rather than going about it the more positive and kinder way. The overwhelming temper and distressing power that frequently anguishes the family was only first experienced through his first millennium, regarding how effortlessly with the sway of his own hands to which would only cause many deaths. Because of this, Natsuzora rigidly believes that nothing good will ever come his way, nor will anything good happen too him. Forcing himself not to hope for anything that is non-existent. And additionally, urging a purposeful distance. In-fact, Natsuzora goes out of his way to get others to hate him, belittling them with a cold or rude behavior that either, makes those hate him, or want to kill him ϟ which usually works in his wish to be kept at distance from others. But, if forced into social interaction, he usually feels as if he is a hindrance, since, his evident mistakes in angering or embarrassing his father have of course, kneaded those words into his mind, therefore avoiding others out of mere concern. He even goes as far as to believe that he is insignificant, willing to take on blames, no matter how large, to keep those around him happy and hopefully normal. Even though, taking on the stress and hurt onto his own self for the sake of others only hurts those who are aware of his true intentions, he sees no need to burden over any of it. And with that, he refuses to change his ways, especially if it means the continuance of angering his father.   His personality stems from his child-hood, where his ditsy behavior and mistakes became a joke among his family and the other deities hidden within the world. Which in turn has led him into blaming society for how he acts, rather than himself. Because he was so weak, and clumsy, his father did not have as much patience for him as his brother, Illia, who overwhelmed Natsuzora in power. But, his brother was not as rebellious or courageous as his sibling, and therefore, he took the burdens of his mistakes onto his own, because, to him, he himself was already a mistake. As a first reflex of a typical loner, he consistently denies all invitations and avoids engaging in all social events as much as he possibly can. Because his divinely being practically screams out ϟ "look at me" ϟ its a bit of nuisance when he yearns to blend in with human society. Despite his so called rotten attitude he has evidently been exposed with unveiling sparks of kindness underneath his exterior, shown in multiple cases and methods he goes through for the lengths of protecting other people. However, this always seems to end in the case of only getting himself hurt, shattering relationships or harming his own emotional heart with nothing but a dull expression to conceal it. But, he is mostly self-oriented, and hence, he is not bothered by anything as long as those somewhat close to him, do not get hurt, and he reaches his desired results. Natsuzora grew up alone. His father was busy, Illia was more appealed through matters while his very existence was regularly concealed from the display of others. Because of this, he never knew how to rely on anybody, and still does not. He even does not understand the feelings of others as he judges by reasoning alone. Natsuzora may express himself as a dense person, but, it is actually just a facade to avoid any hard feelings from his harsh experience with his unwanted past. Just like the family, they have a peculiar sense of pride, therefore arousing the refusal of pity or sympathy each and every time it has assumed to come their way.   He is ruthless, and some would often describe him as a wild beast, thrashing back and forth with absolutely no elegance in the slightest. Although it depends on the mere situation, there is never really a moment when Natsuzora is truly regal. Because of his strength, and his form, he is always willing to purposely get hurt if it means protecting others, despite the horrible pain that is precised his way. He will even go as far as to pushing his body to such limits that a mere human being would not even be able to withstand ϟ to the point he passes out or almost risks his "life". None of that. In-fact, Natsuzora goes out of his way to avoid forming any direct leadership onto himself. Because he believes himself to be a nuisance, he likes to do things his own way without screwing up his comrades, or at least not causing them to be harmed in any way. Despite this, Natsuzora actually has much more knowledge and awareness through his time, and is rather embarrassed to interact with others in the form of aiding them in battle ϟ which is something that will not happen right away. Likes: Plushies ϟ typically anything, but usually cats. There is no reason for this, but his father, when he was younger, used to make toys for him from his magic as he had the power to create things from his storms. Till this day he still finds the adorable little objects a huge liking to his tastes in things - preferably the ones that are made by humans - not by his father. Hibiscus Flower ϟ the flower of his home-land. His father first said to him that he was like the beautiful plant - its meaning coming from delicate beauty as his own resembled just as similar. In-fact, sometimes in his own footsteps he would leave a trail of red hibiscus in his path, unaware of it till his own brother pointed it out to him. There is no reason as to why he likes this flower - he just feels an odd connection tied to it and himself. Ramen ϟ first tasted while crossing through Midi, it is a certain dish he has fallen in love with. Despite it's peculiarly easy way to make, and messy turn-out, even among somebody as himself she eats it with little to no shame - as he has described it to taste even better than the most finest cooked meals served among royalty. Although it's dish is not served everywhere among Fiore as it was in Midi - and because of that he does not eat it as much. Illia ϟ his brother. A sensitive flower as most would call him. He cared for his brother so much that he would sully his own divinely reputation just to keep him company. Although it was shame Natsuzora left later on and purposely hurt him as to cleave some distance between their relationship, in the end, he only found out his true intentions, and searches for him even till this day in the hopes to bring him back home. Observing ϟ back in his old home (the realm of Nayug - home of the Gods), every being was much more different there - and despite the land possibly being more beautiful than Earth-land, Natsu, thinks the realm of the humans could be just as alluring. Because of this, he enjoys watching human-kind, despite the distance he has to keep between them, it always interests him to observe them from afar - watching how they interact and live about their daily lives. Although its a rather lonely feeling - one he is used too - it also makes him happy. Dislikes: Dishonest People ϟ despite his being purposely cold to create a form of distance - he cannot stand when any living being is not honest about their feelings. It irks him to the point he himself will bluntly point it out to said-person, as he genuinely cannot contain his frustration on this matter. In-fact, some have described him to act somewhat frightening when they try to handle a situation lightly (and by not expressing their true feelings). Basilisk Fang ϟ his memories are still scattered, only few significant pieces remain, yet this one haunts him just as the rest of them do. Although those that inflicted the torture upon him do not recall, and those which posed a threat to who he once considered as friends may have very well disappeared, the group itself and the marking are as clear as day.   Conflict/Violence ϟ he only uses it when necessary - when a human is trying to touch him, or when he is very very pissed off. Whenever a human is trying to touch him though, it is usually harmless, and he merely zaps them like the comparison to a porcupine with it's pin-needles. Aside from him getting angry to the point he will hurt somebody, does not happen very often. Even in battle he will go out of his way to avoid unnecessary conflict. Dragons ϟ there has never been a good experience with these creatures, preferably one in particular - but, he doesn't remember that moment as it happened eons ago in a place where everything became a blur. It isn't much as a dislike as a bad vibe - as he has no idea why both he and these large divinely reptiles never get along. Corenglaw ϟ his creator, his Father. Corenglaw was the first to teach him the ways of the world - and the first God to pass by the rules and leave Natsuzora absolutely void-less of all knowledge on the truth of his being. Because of this, Natsuzora rebelled against his Father in utter anger - hurdling destruction and leaving his name in his wake. There is an undying hate formed within his heart when there used to be nothing but love - all because Corenglaw refused to give him answers on who he was - for a reason that is still unknown. Motivations: Knowledge ϟ who he is. What his purpose is. Every creature that was created by the Gods had a meaning in life - while he did not. Although he knows his own name, he knows his creator and his home land - ever since that day the realm of Nayug and Earth-land clashed with a hurdle of his power and another, he knows that Corenglaw had been hiding something from him - and he - even today - is determined to find out no matter how long it takes. Despite his lacking of care and lust for Death. Death ϟ when you've been alive since the beginning of Earth-land - unable to die by even the most powerful of attacks - you start to yearn for death someday. The endless painful memories, unable to befriend anything mortal as it will die in what feels like only a few days to Natsuzora rather than a few years. Acknowledgement ϟ by the people of Nayug, he wants to be recognized. Despite the many deaths he caused that one day, and his terribly destructive behavior - he wants to someday be looked up too for the suffering he himself experienced for so many eons. Although it is impossible as he has found no way back into the realm of Nayug - presumably he was banished by his Father - Natsuzora has not given up hope that one day he will see them again - and show them how much he has truly changed. Fears: Claustrophobia ϟ Natsuzora is a free spirit. His most greatest fear is to be locked away and trapped forever. Even as a divinely being such as himself, he has his limits in power, and can loose his breath, grow faint possibly even start crying if he believes himself to truly be engaged into the depths of darkness forever.   The Truth ϟ as much as he wants it, he also fears it as he has no idea what to expect when it finally slaps him right in the face. It could be something good, or something bad - he really has no idea. Acrophobia ϟ there is no reason for this, but it typical is associated with places like cliff-sides or falling from very high heights. His stomach will grow sick, he will start to sweat and his body will shake. He will even cling onto a solid object refusing to let go - depending on who he is with. Sometimes he will force this fear aside despite wanting to throw-up.                                                                                                                                                                                       General Appearance Height: Five feet and eleven inches. Weight: 115lbs Hair: Ivory | Silver Eyes: Azure | Light Blue Skin Tone: Healthy Pale Appearance: REFERENCE: On first meeting the cold man, most would describe him to be peculiarly beautiful - more alluring than anything they may have ever seen before. Back home, in Nayug, the angels had even admitted he were more beautiful than any God or Goddess they had met before. Despite his behavior that fouled everything, nobody could ever forget the individual that utterly gleamed with such a divinely presence. Wild and colorless strands, and azure hues, traced beneath the eye by a shade of crimson that could've matched the beauty of a hibiscus flower - even his very skin was like stardust that glowed against the light of the sun. His very presence bellowed - fragility - and still does till this day. Even though he is quite the opposite of being fragile. His usual wear is in the image above, a skin tight outfit which takes the shade of black. It opens up upon the area of his chest, showing the odd yet beautiful fragments that are embedded in his skin. Many pieces of gold are along the outfit, especially on his arms and legs which act as something meant as armor, alongside a large circular earring which dangles on the left side. The crimson garb, holding no exact form due to its shape is used as cover for the chest or provided simply for the need of warmth. Guild/Council Guild: Crystal Swan Tattoo: Silver | Left Wrist Rank: D

Natsuzora wrote:

Natsuzora Gender: Male Race: Human || ??? Age: 25 || ??? Sexuality: Demisexual Special Characteristics: → Cold ϟ his flesh is icy and seemingly lifeless due to the lacking of heat within his body. → Scarring ϟ the visible form of tissue is stretched just along the chest, where fragments of gold and a singular ruby gem have been embedded into his flesh. He also has some scarring on his right wrist, either inflicted by self harm or the opposite. Although a presence which may regain the closure of his wounds on the most immediate of occasions, there doesn't seem a real reason as to why these scars have not simply disappeared. → Nerve Damage ϟ particularly in the right hand, possibly inflicted from the wound which has left the scarring, his hand is especially weak or at least will become visible rattled in pain. Natsu has an incredible amount of physical strength, even then to much pressure on the right could possibly damage his already damaged wrist to the point it is unable to lift even a simple glass of water. The work can be momentary, but never consistent if he wishes his hand not to pulsate in such an agonizing discomfort. → Regeneration ϟ his wounds heal incredibly fast, however this does not leave him subject to lack in energy or the remainder of the pain which was inflicted by the wound itself. An open gash may close as though it'd never existed in the first place, but the pain will stay and then fade off naturally. Some pains however will stay, as such did the damage in his wrist. → Denial ϟ never seen eating food, and for a very good reason. As his body rejects human food in the form of vomiting, becoming ill or greatly fatigued, he tries to stay as far away from such events where he will be encouraged into eating. Fearful it may expose a feature he is not willing to unravel to just anyone. Not that they would still be alive to mutter the tale of what lay hidden beneath his flesh. Personality: To Natsu, first impressions are always important. And he does well to fool others into thinking that he is the kind and caring individual that he should be. Though that is the complete opposite. A mere charade into deceiving others only to betray them or hurt them all at the end of his plans. This all is not for fun though— there was a time that Natsu used to be all about peace and balance. It is his painful lack of trust in others that induces this behavior, and the truth of his being that forces him to do the things he does. He secretly believes that he is insignificant, willing to take on blames, no matter how large, to keep those around him happy and hopefully normal. Even though, taking on the stress and hurt onto his own self for the sake of others only hurts those who are aware of his true intentions, he sees no need to burden over any of it. And with that, he refuses to change his ways, even if it means that he will hurt those around him. After all Natsu can never truly empathize with how others feel. Incredibly sadistic, he absolutely loves inflicting pain upon others, whether it be emotionally or physically. Particularly humans are favored in this trait of his, due to them eventually becoming a meal. Though a bit gluttonous, there are often cases of him overeating simply for the joy and excitement that killing can bring him. To him it is an art that must be conducted carefully. Though this a more secretive aspect that is not just seen by everyone that he encounters. Though his intentions can seemingly be good, most people disagree with his actions. Such as stabbing a friend in the back, quite literally. Or purposely degrading someone for his own benefits. Natsu would even believe, depending on the circumstances, that wiping out an entire region would prove better for the world. He would even go as far as to harm his own comrades if they’d try to get in his way— as the most of them end up being eaten at some point. This wicked and almost frightening demeanor of his may be due to the fact that his personality is warped into either thinking that he is human or embracing that he is just an abomination. A monster that should do what any monster should. He is not a fighter. Natsu will lure his victims into thinking they are safe, leaving them completely vulnerable and ready to be devoured. Torturing them until he is satisfied enough to end yet another life. For the most part he isn't that reliable in a battle as he is not willing to even participate in one. Natsu may try to bait his enemies into a trap to the best of his ability, but is still mostly reliant on his spear and the substance of his obscured magic. Most certainly he isn't a leader, but he will take the control if needed. Mostly for the fun of it and the potential outcome that may prove amusing. At least to him it would. Likes: → Humans; They taste delicious. → Music; He absolutely loves it, mostly the more instrumental pieces, especially from the piano. As he has delved himself into the art of whisking his fingers across such keys. Though there are many other things that could be considered "music" upon his ears. → Teasing; It is amusing to get a rise out of others, especially if it may end up as something negative. → Plushies; There are some creations by human-kind that he can appreciate. How adorable and soft these things are makes him seem almost childish when cuddling up to one. → Beauty; He takes care of himself, making sure to look absolutely perfect before going anywhere. Attracted to places that radiate beauty keep him well surrounded in captivating architecture and even people he might find appealing.   Dislikes: → Humanoids; They look like humans but they certainly do not taste like them. → Festivities; He does not like to feel inclined into joining the party, and then being unable to eat anything else aside the substances that make him feel sick. Human food does not rest well in his stomach after all. → Ugliness; Natsu may extend an effort to help someone look better, or simply try and kill them if they are beyond help. He does well to mask his hatred for those he finds appalling, but deep down inside there is a fire brewing. Though it is not always appearance, but how one may act as well. → Hunger; It causes him to do rash things. He prefers dining down on his meals with a bit more delicacy and precision. It is an art after all. → Religion; All of it is false and a waste of time. It's the only stupidity he truly dislikes in humans. Motivations: → Power; He may be a monster, but he is a relatively weak one. Natsu hopes to grow even more immense in strength and capability where he won't be as hesitant to confront others in battle. → Understanding; This is not expected in his meals, though the wish to use those to further benefit his plans is a nice feature. Individuals that can perceive just where he is coming from. Even if they aren't fully aware of his true nature. → Truth; He does not understand himself as much as he may think he does. What makes sense is only the hunger which drives him into acting like the monster that he is. → Annihilation; Where he'd originally come from was a beautiful place, and now it has become a brutal nightmare all because of Pergrande. As such he wishes to completely destroy the country that had caused him to suffer for so long and take away the only family he had. Fears: → Servility; To be imprisoned and treated as dirt just because of his bloodline. Natsu may indulge in serving others, but he fears being restrained like some sort of wild animal. After all-- he just wants to be human too. → Diamond; The only thing that can leave a mark, and the only thing that can kill him. → Hunger; There is reason to him over extending his need to eat. Hunger makes him do rash and senseless things, to the point he'll forget himself and potentially hurt those around him. Since he is quite resistant towards pain, this is the only thing that hurts him more than anything. → Love; It is subject to making him vulnerable. Appearance: Height: 5'10 || 177cm Weight: 115lbs || 52kg Hair Color: Silver || Colorless Eye Color: Azure || Crimson Skin Tone: Healthy Pale References: HUMAN FORM: Beginning with the crown, rests the bed of silver. A messy mound that may either flicker outward wildly or settle downward into whatever style he is searching for. However such pieces are soft and touchable, and if one would be allowed they may find petting the head becomes almost like a habit. Features below are sharp and refined, the oculars of an icy blue nearly radiating with their gaze. The right occasionally overlapped with crimson, as if to signify the other half that may be present in hunger or in feasting. Lower lids are tainted by the same shade, presumably something that looks to be eyeliner but is indeed a permanent and natural marking. The build of the form is slender, not holding an overwhelming amount muscle due to being rather skinny. Accessories of gold adorn from the prominent piece on the left of his ear, to the armory on hands, to feet and upon the torso. A dark and additionally layer covering the rest as to be similar to a body suit, though it is made of a substance that is not fabric. Roused from the chest is a singular ruby fragment. It is immune to most weaponry, regardless of how powerful one may be, it will never break unless physically damaged by diamond. Other small pieces either take the same shade or are a gold that is familiar with the material of his earring. Harsh scarring is on the always obscured wrists, wishing to mask the ugly presence to the point nobody knows it even exists. Most outfits stay persistent as seen above, yet the taste in fashion is quite inviting when the clothing does change for any particular event-- or simply for the urge of it. Extra Info: Guild: Crystal Swan Tattoo: Right Forehand || Silver Rank: D