Name: Lance Xavier
Race: Half-Daemon/Half-Angel
Age: Ageless, though he appears to be in his mid-twenties.
Gender: Male
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 205 lbs
Appearance: Lance shows traits from both sides of his heritage. Standing slightly taller than average at six feet, Lance is muscular but lithe. His eyes change, depending on the circumstances. On some occasions, they are the brightest blue, as though reflecting the sky, and at others, a crimson that would put the fiery depths of hell to shame. He has two feathery wings, but of a grey tint. His hair, which falls to his lower back, is black. His trenchcoat is a fine, neutral grey, made of a tight-weave cotton fabric. His undershirt, which shows through behind the armor and trenchcoat, is white, whereas the pants are black. His boots are a charcoal-black color, but with silvery metal fittings (Heel and toe and sole). His full-plate body armor is much like his boots, in that it is black as night, but with the white-silver metal finishings around the edges. Strapped to his waist, in an ornate sheath, is his sword, dubbed Destroyer of Worlds.
Weapons/Equipment:
Claymore||Destroyer of Worlds - This blade, forged of the black steel from the pits of hell, over the blessed fires of creation, is a stunning 42 inches long from point to pommel. Ten inches are accommodated by the ornate pommel, grip, and hilt, balanced masterfully with the 32 inch blade. A black opal resides in the center of the cross of the handguard and the hilt. At the very base of the blade, before it meets the handguard, is an elaborately etched ankh in a sea of fire. The metal is blessedly light, and intensely durable. The black blade gives off subtle light, only visible when ambient light is low. The blessed/cursed blade is used as an energy conduit for many of his more powerful attacks.
Plate Mail||Mother's Heart - This would be considered a masterpiece to any smith who appraised it. It is forged of the same steel and in the same manner as the blade, but where the metal is worked more (i.e.: around the edges), the steel has taken a more silvery tone, as chrome. This armor has served Lance well in the past, and, though scores and scrapes abound on it's dark surface, it has lasted for centuries unscathed. The same symbol decorates the chest of the armor as on the sword, albiet on a larger scale, miraculously unmarred: A holy ankh surrounded by a baptismal flame, as though submersed in it. The armor protects his upper body to nearly all attacks; it would take a miracle to pierce it.
Personality: Many would say that Lance does not have much of a personality. These people see Lance from the outside, and have no idea the thoughts that crash headlong through Lance's head every waking day and every sleepless night. Lance, neither a being of good or bad, but a being of impartial justice, is quiet in his demeanor. He is not very keen on friendship, and strives to keep the world at a balance. If darkness swells, Lance would want to smite it. If light flourishes, Lance would put an end to that, as well. The life as a Judge of Life is a lonely one, and Lance is a very lonely man. Such is his fate, though, and such will it be. Being more-or-less hermetic does have an effect on the mind, however, and Lance sometimes believes that he is talking to his parents in his head.
Powers/Abilities: Many of these abilities are based on amplifying his spirit through his sword, the Destroyer of Worlds. Not all of them depend on the weapon to use, though. It will be specified if the sword is needed.
Basic Abilities - These abilities are support abilities, mundane in nature, and constantly in effect.
Flight: A being with wings, Lance can fly as easily as he can walk.
Swordplay: Lance is adept at using his sword as its primary function. He has trained with it for centuries, and have mastered the nuances of the blade. He is a deadly weapon when holding his sword. He realizes also that a sword is not the only weapon a fighter posesses, and will fight with elbows and knees, fists and feet if necessary.
Agility: Lance, while muscular, is very lithe. He is graceful and agile in his movements, and often appears to dance as he fights.
Unarmed Powers - These powers signify the ability to manipulate energy without channeling and amplifying it through the blade. These may be used with or without his sword.
Dark/Light orbs: From the palm of his hand, Lance can issue either a single or a volley of orbs, of his choice of element. This is effective as a diversion, however, it would inflict major damage or kill only a minor NPC. It's more of a nuisance than an attack. Very little energy drain.
Telekinesis: Lance may move inanimate objects with his mind. He has not reached his carrying limit yet, though it did give him a headache when he tossed a Mack Truck at his enemy with his mind once. Energy drain depends on the size of the object.
True Seeing: As a Judge, it is his duty to judge the souls of the mighty. As such, he is granted the gift of inner sight, wherein he can see the nature of a subject's soul, assuming that the subject's mind is weaker than his own. Little sustained energy drain.
Armed Powers - These are the more potent attacks that Lance possesses. They require his sword in hand to be used.
Dark/Light imbue: Lance may imbue his sword with either element. The sword appears as a nexus/vortex of light. Often, it depends on the nature of the monster he is fighting. Moderate sustained energy drain.
Dance of Grey: Lance performs a number of dance-like sword maneuvers, dealing rather heavy damage. A very quick succession of blows. Blockable and dodgeable, but very difficult to do so. Moderate energy drain.
Destroyer Shotgun: Lance, upon placing the flat of his left hand against the flat of the blade, channels (un)holy energy through the Destroyer of Worlds. The energy gathers in the blade until released, unleashing a devastating blast from the tip when it does. If it hits, it hurts. If you're too close, it's probably going to hit. Like a shotgun. High energy drain.
Judgement Day: Lance's ultimate attack. It requires immense concentration and energy to perform. By infusing the blade with his very soul, and releasing it from the tip of the blade, a cannon-like effect is created. Little can stand up to the force of the attack, and it would be good advice to get out of the way, if you can. It moves fast, but it is dodgeable. Barely.
History: Lance was begotten of the daemon Kain and the seraphim Loreili. Let me weave a tale for you, that one might understand how this unlikely match came to be. To understand this story, one must be taken back thousands of years, to a time before man.
A great battle was erupting in the heavens, civil unrest caused by an evil entity. Lucifer was his name, forged of the fabric of heaven in the shape of an angel. He thought he'd become more powerful than his Creator, however, and felt that a regime change was in order. His coup was halted, however, and the Almighty banished him from the pleasures of Heaven. Lucifer fell from grace, doomed to spend an eternity in the fiery depths of Hell. God, o wrathful God that he is, banished all those who did not take his side in the war, to keep the Devil company. The leader of Satan's army, Kain, was among the first to be sent to his master. Once a powerful ArchSeraphim of battle, he was transmogrified into a hellish beast with six leathery black wings, glowing crimson eyes, and a thirst for blood. He resumed his place at Satan's side, where he waged war against the Holy Realm with great ardour.
In one great but ill-recorded battle, Kain Xavier made a raid of the Heavens, trying to get to the Creator. Of course, the fleet of angels came forth to stop his progress, and for the most part, it succeeded. Holy fire and dark energies were slung back and forth, and both sides suffered heavy losses. Unfortunately, with the Fires of Creation on the side of the Holy, angels could be created and sent to battle as fast as Lucifer and Kain could slaughter them. Kain was eventually met with his match--another seraphim of nearly equal strength. Her name was Loreili, with blonde hair and blue eyes, like most angels. She was, however, dangerously skilled in combat, a deadly opponent. With a baptism of fire, she managed to single-handedly decimate Kain's forces. Kain, being the general and the overall most powerful combatant for the swarming horde of daemons, rose to face the challenge.
The sword that would become the Destroyer of Worlds rested in Kain's left hand, the Holy Avenger in Loreili's right. The Holy Avenger is a broadsword, enchanted by holiness, with the hilt in the shape of an ankh, the pommel creating the circle at the top. A single ruby adorned the blade, set into the center of the blade, halfway from pommel to tip. Kain struck first with all the hatred his black heart could muster. Loreili kept up with the daemon's assault with ease, striking out occasionally in a counterattack, each time scoring blood. Each strike that went unlanded sent the dark general into a frenzy, and eventually he managed to remove one of the angel's wings. Though she still had five to support her weight, the momentary disorientation cost her dearly. Instead of finishing her, as he might otherwise have done, Kain wanted to keep her prisoner. Lust filled his eyes as he reguarded her, for she was truely a beautiful specimen. He removed her right hand, Holy Avenger falling to earth, and ordered four of his men to escort the angel to Hell. Wounded as she was, she was unable to cast holy fire, and she went fairly easily.
His quarry caught, he ordered his force to fall back. As he sealed himself safely back into his fiery realm, Lucifer guided Kain to his room, where he was not all that surprised to see Loreili, bound and stripped. That night, Lance was concieved, not of love but of lust, and ten years later (merely the bat of an eye to such immortal beings), he was born. Kain had kept Loreili alive long enough to give birth to his son, then Kain ravaged her once more before ending her life by removing the remainder of her wings and severing her neck. Kain had a son, which he would raise with enough fear and hatred to fuel Hitler's army.
Years became decades, decades to centuries. Lance grew, slowly, into a fine man. He had the good looks of his mother, and the battle prowess of his father. Kain was a harsh father, and Lance harbored hatred not for the world, as his father did, but for the man himself, and one day it bubbled over. Kain had nearly killed Lance earlier in a rage, and now, while he slept, Lance plunged his father's blade into it's owner's heart, spilling the black daemon's blood over the blade. Dying, Kain's spoke seven words: "You will never be rid of me!" His body vanished, and there was no way to trace the murder back to Lance.
Weilding the blade of his master and father, Lance took the reigns of the army and led it to many a battle, though never to victory. After a particularly horrible defeat, Lucifer approached Lance. The weaver of lies, shadowmaster extraordinaire, nearly tricked Lance into killing himself. When he proved to have too strong a will, Lucifer attempted to dispatch him himself. Lance barely got away with his skin, fleeing to the only other realm available to daemons: The mortal world.
He wandered the world, homeless, meaningless, a harmless vagrant. Out of the harshness of Hell, his dual nature kept him from murdering humans, and even several times he ended up saving a person or two from a lesser evil. One day, the angel Gabriel appeared to Lance, having kept an eye on him since he was an infant. His influence was nil in the netherworld, but he had as much ease of transport to Earth as Lance did. He told him of his mother, how she had fought bravely in battle, how his father had raped, then killed her. He offered to help him by offering him the power of his mother--the power of angels. Lance accepted his offer, a new meaning in his life opening up. Gabriel parted from him briefly, taking the blade that had murdered his mother to the Heavens to reforge it, make it anew. He returned with a sword as wondrous as any: Of the durable, superior steel of hell, but of heaven's fine make. The hilt was completely remade, and the symbol of the ankh blazed on the fresh steel. Along with the blade, Gabriel had reforged his armor, making him into a full Knight of the Holy. His daemonic nature was supressed, and he fought heaven's battles on earth, assignments passed out from the Almighty himself, translated through Gabriel.
Lance has been working in this way ever since, working his way ever closer to striking back as Satan and the underworld as a whole, symbolizing all that his bastard father was.