I’m going to be starting a series of posts, each one focusing on one of my major characters! It will include various information as well as artwork of the character. If you have any ideas for something that should be included, write it in the comments and I will be sure to add it if I can.
The character artwork in these posts are made by Emily B. aka ViceralSiren.
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Info
Name: Seymour
Age: 22
Height: 5’11” (180cm)
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Blond
Special traits: Celestial traits
Ability: Healing
Ethnicity: Sinarian
Affiliation: Temple of Arnath(Clergy)
Occupation: None
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Backstory
Seymour is the child of Arnath, the Archangel of healing, and a human woman.
Due to his heritage, he was taken in by the priests at the temple of Arnath where he grew up.
His mother is not allowed to live at the temple with him and having never met his father, he was left almost without family.
The priests at the temple are devoted to him, since he’s the son of their guardian, but he doesn’t believe he deserves their respect simply because of his blood and wishes to be treated normally.
Personality
He is a kind and gentle person who prefer to solve problems without violence, but won’t hesitate to fight if it’s needed.
He feels estranged because people treats him differently as a result of his angel blood.
Abilities
Because of his angel heritage, he can use celestial magic which manifests as white flames. He can also grow huge white wings, which enables him to fly.
As the son of the archangel of healing, he heals anything that comes into contact with his skin.
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Relationships
Selissa
Seymour holds a great deal of respect and fascination towards Selissa, both because of her personality and because of the fact that she is an archangel’s host.
Because they’re both strongly involved with the archangels, they understand each other better than most other people do. Through the course of Silent Sound, Seymour starts developing feelings for Selissa.
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First appearance: Silent Sound – Chapter 5
“Are you okay?” A soft voice asked carefully as if not to startle her. Her eyes widened when the owner of the voice leaned over her to see if she was awake.
She had never seen so beautiful a man. Soft blond hair framed an otherworldly face and hung into gentle blue eyes, the color of which reminded her of the sky after a storm.
She was briefly reminded of the archmage Serendia, but not even she had had such a seraphic beauty. She remembered the stories she had heard about the angels who came to take away the dead, and she imagined this was that they had to look like.
No matter what had hit her, she hadn’t thought it had been enough to kill her. Had it?
“Am I dead?” She asked as she rested the back of her hand against her eyes. Her head sure hurt a lot for being dead.
The creature beside her let out an amused laugh. It was a beautiful sound. Soft and pure, but human.
“No, you’re not dead.” He laughed. She moved her hand so she could see him. Amusement was dancing in his eyes, a human emotion that didn’t quite match his angelic appearance. Apparently he wasn’t a servant of Shaelar, the angel of death. She supposed dying could wait till another day.
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Artwork of Seymour:
