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Why should I be scared?

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NAME

Saphir Collosae

BORN

1.17.2000, 1:17 A.M, 
Reno, Nevada

SPECIES

Nefilim 

 

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The story of Saphir begins before her. Not as far back as The Garden, or The Great Flood, but rather in the early summer of the late 90's in the desert of Nevada. It was hot, and the last of spring grass had shriveled up, yet there was a young, pretty girl who sat in the middle of it, praying up to an empty sky. The warm wind carried the sweet scent of honey suckle and the sweeter sound of her voice upwards. While her lonely prayer didn't reach God, it reached the ears of an angel.

"In the beginning, there was sin. Then there was love, and I chose love."  

When Saphir was young, this was how her father explained her origin to her.

 

Saphir doesn't remember the fallen angel very well, other than he spoke of the story with a great fondness. "Your mother was from a line of banished men, and spent all her time roaming the earth, all alone. I remember seeing her from above, always wondering how she would look if she was happy. She often prayed, and while God didn't hear her, I did." Saphir could just picture the woman, all alone, looking up for comfort in the celestial bodies above her head. "No matter how hard I was told to focus on The Most Important One, my mind would always wander back to your mother." Saphir would lay her head in her father's lap, listenting patiently as he would hesitate to finish the story. "When we were discovered, your mother had to leave this earth. I was told to stay in this mortal coil, and to take care of the life I created. It was meant to be a punishment, but I wouldn't change what I did, because I got you." His hands didn't feel heavenly, they were calloused, and ran through Saphir's hair with little consideration of her tender headness. "I told all the assemblies that too. Strip me of whatever power you want, reduce me to nothing but flesh and bone, as long as my little Saphir is safe with me and I can raise her." 

 

She always liked how he ended the story on that note.

 

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Saphir has a very head strong personality and it is difficult to sway her one way or another. It is very difficult for her to be vulnerable, and she harbors deep cynicism towards herself that borders on self hatred. However she is quick to pick up on responsibility, wanting to fix the issues she has and that others have.

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Growing up an only child wasn't easy. It was pretty lonely when her father was at work in town. And it was scary when the idea of meeting others was introduced to her after years of her father telling her that the world would eat her up if she ventured too far without him. 

Birthday:

September 5


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  • Victor seemed entirely undaunted by the incoming assailants, he didn’t even seem to tense as the hand was raised to let out the war beacon instead his body seemed fluent and majestic, meeting the angel who donned his divine blade with the hissing black ikor of his own. 

    The blades seemed to shriek as they made contact with one another, not the silver ring of metal but instead the insistent low clang of the two base elements meeting, the drone of a tinnitus like sound which lasted until the angel’s blade was perried, sent in an arch toward the ground.

    And for the briefest moment it almost seemed Victor had left Saphir to the mercy of the multifaced bull which rampaged towards her. 

    But in a burst, so starkly different than any of the magic previously felt, the small cabin which had descended into battle seemed to suddenly fall also into the extremes of a tornado, all Saphire would see was the spreading of large white feathered wings reflecting the angelic and green firelight with such a ferocity that it was momentarily blinding. 

    The horns of the incoming beast were taken in long nimble white hands, indeed every part of the new entry was a brilliant white- in fact it looked much more akin to something angelic in modern lore, diverting the force of the old world being into the siding of the car which rocked dangerously with the force. 

    Their skin was porcelain and their hair fell in flickering waves never sitting still in the whipping wind clearly emanated from the being, only more so as they shifted their hands to keep hold of the horns from behind, thrusting the large feathered wings which crowded the cart to pull the angel back from where he had landed against the wall only to drop him, pushing him back into the floor with both feet.

    Past the wings, through the grand ark of them, Saphir would see Victor still locked in battle with the sword wielding angel, the sudden burst of wind and magic so raw and tantalizing it served as enough distraction for the witch to land a devastating blow, thrusting the brutal viking blade through the pit of the beings stomach. It was unlikely such a divine being would be so easily dispatched but Victor kicked him off of the sword and he fell back, the divine light of his being fighting off a creeping necrosis of darkness. 

    With a nimble flick of the blade, twirling it as though it weighed nothings, the green flames created an impressive circle as he stepped towards the Light Bringer. Not taking his eyes off the battle as he growled behind him. 

    "Aether get her out of here!" 

    The angel winged being looked at Saphir now, their eyes a slick bright silver which seemed like the rest of them to capture and reflect every ounce of light. 

    They stepped off of where they were still standing on the chest of the winded angel towards the young nephilim, offering their hand. 

  • "Well fight that urge. You would most assuredly lose even with your raw power, you don't know how to use what you have like he will, and he is a real number. Basically like actually divinely backed Warren Jeffs, sister wives and junk- and don't get me wrong I have nothing against polygamy generally but the groom them early type is real gross. "

    He followed her up to the edge of the train tracks, his eyes less blue in the darkness of the subway, instead glinting mirrored tide pools, greens and blues and silves molten like a creature in the night. 

    And at her wistful dismissal of Vampires he smirked, a playfulness creeping back in as he made peace with the incoming fight, he could sense it in many ways but they all seemed to only ease his uncertainty.

     This was fine. At least down here he was in his element. 

    "Vampires are real in more ways than they have been imagined by humans. But they are real. Indeed. In New York? The Subways, sewers, those belong to Vampires." 

    Of course, constant night was an advantage to those with an inclination to burn as easily as them. 

    The nervousness seemed suddenly gone from the well groomed witch as the lights flickered and the platform trembled menacingly, even as she warned he was looking for them. 

    A sudden calm seemed to settle him, his eyes turning the platelet mirrored silver green moons in the dark, an animal's eyes, something to match his untenable energy. 

    She was right to be befuddled by Victor, there seemed little warmth left at all in him- least not in a literal sense. He was cool to the touch it seemed, always. 

    Protectively his arms wrapped around her as they were thrust into the darkness their conversation expectedly ended. 

    But Victor was unbothered by the lights leaving them he saw better here, he had the upper hand as a being of darkness himself. 

    Angels needed light. Craved it, sought it, drew power from it. Pulling them down, beneath so much unnatural city, concrete and steel, they would be dulled… and Victor would be exactly where he was most powerful. 

    He had meant what he said, wishing the Vampires had found her first. They were easier on his conscience to kill, ascourge in Victor's mind. But he hated killing divine blood, he hated he couldn't better help the others who had fallen into Gadreel’s grip, or the fallen angel himself if given the chance. But that wasn't the game they were playing, preference or politics. 

    This was life and death. And Victor had his interest to protect, right now that was Saphir. 

    To the confused plea for answers Victor only managed a soft grunt of, "an ambush.", before they were bathed with lights again. 

    But the witch had lost all sense of tact, he didn't bother speaking to the men to ask their intent. 

    He stepped in front of Saphir, putting her behind his lean but firm stance. The air in the compartment seemed to deaden, so unnaturally quiet the skitter of shadows was audible as they left the corners like fleeing rats, scurrying from beneath the plastic seats and gathering about the witch in roiling smokey black mass. In a beat it seemed to coalesce, gathering around his hand to form into an ebony blade to slick it shined like ikor, a german long sword, nearly the length of him. 

    But perhaps most impressive of all was the sickly poison green flames which shone first in the rune cast lettering which circled the hilt in finer carving, and lined the blade in large strokes, growing into a low lying flickering broil.

    "There is time to leave." His voice seemed to be scattered amongst the shadows, as were his eyes, no longer a charming bright blue, now the same inky ikor as the blade in his hand. 

  • "I can have someone go pick him, and your stuff, up. Of course. But I don't quite think it safe for that someone to be you until we find out a means to cloak your power. " His words lacked their earlier sheen, sounding turse despite his better efforts.  

    Victor noticed the eyes. They distracted him greatly from maintaining his more charming suave facade, the gruffer warrior beneath all his finesse peaking through as they made their way down the much more vulnerable city streets. 

    He considered the possibility this was a tactical mistake, but he knew it was better to move than to sit still, letting the energy compound on itself and their enemies sniff them out.

    Getting a car at this hour wasn't fast enough, and a taxi only perpetuated their issues in the busy New York Traffic. As they neared the corner of the first block, Victor having fallen into a pensive and alert silence, a hand ghosting Saphir's back protectively as they made their way through the streets. 

    Saphir would feel, suddenly, a prickle up her spine caused by an unusually warm wind which was seemingly from nowhere, gusting up around them, something clearly Victor felt too because he stopped, his blue eyes fluttering closed before opening wide again- 

    “Saphir meet Aether.” He mumbled, referring to the feeling of warm spring wind, hinting something vaguely floral. 

    “You can meet them more properly later, but they are a Sylph, an air elemental, they don’t have a strictly set physical form, in fact , if we are talking strictly scientific they are pretty close on the scale to your kind, Saphir.” He offered her a smile but the moment his eyes flickered back up to the street in front of them they narrowed in fierce sharpness on a group of men who were across the street, waiting to cross with the light.
    Victor’s eyes met the ones of the man on point, a shorter red-headed gentleman, and Saphir would likely feel it too, the spike in energy, the vague scent of her own kind reverberating back at her before Victor was grabbing her by the arm and dragging her quickly down the steps of a subway entrance. 

    “Fuck.” 

    He had hissed, and now mumbled over and over as they descended the long stairway to the underground, 

    “Okay, shit, this is bad. Real bad. That guy is not a guy we want to be contending with.” 

    As soon as they were down the steps he dragged her through the turnstalls, swiping a card to let them through the barrier before moving quickly through the bustling crowds towards more stairs below which there was a platform, trains coming and going and people rotating in and out like a wade pool. 

    “Did your father ever read you the Book of Enoch? Because that guy would maybe be best known to you as Gadreel. He was one of the angels which originally rebelled against your god, which is like a whole thing we could get into, it doesn’t make them inherently bad, but that guy is real bad news. He is a war monger, he loves to make humans fight and he mostly does that by what could best be described as Kingpin gang warfare, he breeds nephilim, has a little gang and infiltrates the government where he can find access.” 

    He stopped on the platform, glancing back the way they had come before continuing, appeased that they had a moment, hardly bothering to speak all that softly - new yorkers knew to mind their own business. 

    “He will want you to join him. Or make you. Honestly I kinda wish the vampires had sniffed you out first.” Their train was a few minutes away. Victor hoped things didn’t go sideways in that time. 

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  • Victor didn’t want to frighten Sephir, it certainly wasn’t his intention, but she clearly didn’t have a clue the sort of things people would do to wield the power she had access to, or simply to drain her of the divine energy which fueled those gifts. He wasn’t sure how she had been in the city this long without more scrapes.

     There were deaths for all kinds, angels had their own, as did witches and vampires- both of which prickled with a ferocious protective alarm as soon as the man rose from the booth. His jaw became ridged and his eyes lost warmth as they locked onto the man entering into his arena. 

    He had been in the middle of handing the waitress more than enough money for the bill and telling her to ‘keep the change’. But even despite the minor distraction his eyes bore holes into the man, only refraining from breaking the hand which grabbed Sephir by virtue of there being now two women between them, and the interaction being relatively brief. 

    However as soon as the waitress moved along, more than happy with the tip being offered- enough so that she didn’t seem to feel the need to press the situation at hand- Victor closed the distance between himself and Sephir, placing a protective hand on her shoulder as his piercing blue gaze drilled the other man. 

    With Sephir in front of him he didn’t bother hiding the sneer of disgust on his lips, and the only reason he held his tongue was to avoid escalating the situation any further, least not here, not while he didn’t have backup- someone to get Sephir to safety. He had a hard time putting a finger on whether or not these guys were some flavor of supernatural or just Hunters, sometimes when the Mundane spent too much of their time around Otherbeings, especially seeped in their blood, they got a sort of muddled sense about them, mutts in that way. 

    As soon as the man had lobbed his vague threats and gathered his cohort Victor turned his attention more fully on Sephir. 

    She was clearly bothered by the interaction. A good instinct. 

    His hand which still lingered at her shoulder slipped away as she turned to him, his own dark brow furrowing as he took the card to look it over, frowning at its relative simplicity before he slipped it into the silver wallet clip which went right back into his pocket. 

    “No. None of that was normal, and you should feel alarmed.” He shook his head slightly, some of his charm having been edged by a previously unseen gruffness, something more common for the witch when not putting on a show. But he tried to shake it off for her sake, instead reaching out to gently grasp the hand she had anxiously rung to glance at her wrist.
    “He didn’t hurt you, did he? I will have someone look into him…” He hummed before glancing towards the door he had gone out of.

    “I am afraid that was a very pointed threat, Sephir, and it may be more pressing than I had initially realized to get you somewhere safe. We have means of protecting you, and cloaking you. But to those who know about people like us, who have trained their senses, we are easily detectable. I knew there was divine energy in this cafe from a block away, others will too. ” 

    He hadn’t let go of her hand, seemingly unbothered by the potential uncouthness of leading her from the cafe with his impressive soft and well manicured fingers wound about her hand, only hesitating in the foyer to check his phone, responding with a quick text as his eyes flickered out the windows in search of further markers they were being watched.  

    “I was afraid of this honestly as soon as I sat down, so I called in some backup, one of them is here, but the rest need another moment to meet us, it can be difficult to travel discreetly in this city. Just stay close to me okay?” He licked his lips and added, speaking softly to her as he opened the door, placing a hand on her back to lead her into the boisterous New York City air,
    “If anything goes wrong, if anything happens I will apparate you. It’s kind of like…short distance teleportation. But I can’t send us to Serenity, it's warded. So I will just get us close. That is only for worse case scenarios though, it can be very… discombobulating and I don’t want to add to your stress right now.” 

    He offered a short smile, less reaching than his earlier ones had been, 

    “I know this all must be difficult for you, I imagine you feel alone in this world without your father, but he had wanted you to come here, not under these circumstances, but he wanted you to be able to safely discover yourself, your power, your people. I am going to help you do that. And we are going to find out where Joshua is. I just need you to trust me.” 

    If Victor was being entirely honest he couldn’t promise most of those things, but he always spoke with intention, he would try to do all of those things and should he fail at any of them he would try again, it was in his nature to be stubbornly persistent. 



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  • Victor's hand felt remarkably soft when she took it, there was something- despite his notably muscular physique- that was delicate about the man. Not breakable, but he was much like a dancer in manners of grace. 

    He offered her a charming smile, his hands resting in his back pockets for the moment's it took to get the table back in order, his eyes staying on the young woman. 

    "I'm not disappointed in it being you here Saphir. Indeed I knew we would be meeting eventually. No coffee buy outs or catfishing necessary." He tried to keep his smile soft and his words light, he tried to offer her that kindness. 

    He could see the way worry tugged at her. It weighed down her thoughts and edged at her words. He could see the flicker of it in her glances and too long stares as they settled into the booth and she continued to explain herself, Victor offering patient nods and soft smiles. 

    But a few things distracted him from giving Saphir his full attentions a certain tenseness to the room he sought to identify, his eyes flickering away from the woman now and then. When they caught the right angle or light they glinted a molten silver reflection like a cats, and they kept meandering on the other tables around the small room. 

    It made his response of-

    "What? Interrupt? Pfft- no. No really, I didn't mind the excuse to get out of the routine."- come off a little distracted. 

    But he seemed to come about himself more as Saphir went on to mention the emails, to which he offered her those intense blue eyes and a slight nod. 

    He could already see where she was going with this, the understanding reaching Victor that this poor girl knew very little of her own power, and even less how to protect herself from those who wanted to abuse it. 

    It was dangerous for them to be here at all. She didn't seem the type to be warded or to understand when she was being tailed.

    The thought struck Victor just as she was asking him if he knew where Joshua may have been and he couldn't stop the look of pity which flickered across his otherwise cool features. 

    He hated being a disappointment to this young woman, he didn't know where her father was- nor had their correspondences been about much but the girl before him. And he knew she was going to find this information to be disappointing- 

    "Well…" he sighed softly as something finally struck him as odd in the room, the men behind Sephir seemed to be uninteresting in talking to one another, and kept dismissing the waitress, only one of them seemed to be lazily looking at his food, though the sharp eyed witch didn't buy that for a moment.

    "I have… some good news some bad news Saphir."

    As he was speaking he was pulling out what could only be described as a cell phone though it looked nothing like what was on the market: simply a chunk of tinted black glass which came to life in his hand, the 'screen' and 'buttons' seemingly projected above the glass. Haptic feedback projections. He seemed to by typing something as he spoke, not intentionally being rude but preemptively calling in backup. This was potentially a grander issue than he had considered. 

    "I can help you… but I don't know right out where Joshua is, unfortunately." 

    With the 911 text sent to Wyatt he steadied his eyes on the young nephelim, leaning forward with his arms on the table so they were pretty close together, his voice softening as to keep their likely listening onlookers from hearing much. 

    "He contacted me only a few months ago and we discussed really only a few things. All pertaining to you."

    He cleared his throat a bit and added even softer. 

    "I perhaps should have been more alarmed not hearing back from him sooner. Given what he is, what you are, it is really unsafe for you to be out here unprotected. New York, especially, is a hot spot. I would love to help you Saphir. In all the ways I can. But… it may be better if we continue this conversation back at Serenity. It's the building I own, its warded and nobody can hurt you there. And I will do everything in my power to help you track your father down, wherever he may be. " 

     

  • Victor was a busy witch. Most of his days were scheduled down to the last moment, he might as well plan his breaths, and he rarely actually slept more than a few hours; but the moment his inbox pinged with an email from Joshua he had cleared the docket for the day. 

    Moved his meetings and shelved his projects.
    When Wyatt, once his assistant now his COO (though in many ways still his babysitter), questioned this decision he had shrugged and said with a cool smile-

    “When angels knock on the door you answer. It’s not every day you get to make a connection like that.”
    And he considered himself very much in the business of making connections, helping people, favors for favors, he asked no questions of the angelic being when he had requested a meeting and felt no fear as he made his way down the bustling New York City streets looking entirely at home.

    He moved as though the city was built for him, in many ways it was, and in many ways he was making it more in his mind's image, his stride reflecting his confidence.
    Normally he didn’t walk places, but it was a nice morning and the agreed upon meeting place wasn’t too far so he had put on his comfy custom leather boots, his finely tailored pants a soft powdered pink, the jacquard button up had the slightest embossed imprints of floral designs. His thick wavy black hair was styled back so the white streaks along his ears broke into the black in a gradual ombre which, somehow, didn’t age his elegant young face but only made it more intense. 

    An intensity he carried into the otherwise unsuspecting cafe, sharp blue eyes noticing a few things rather quickly.

    Joshua was not here, despite there emanating the tingle of energy which Vic had assumed to be the divine being. 

    But there was a young woman fumbling with a spilt cup in the corner of the room, franticly trying to rectify her mistake as a waitress brought a rag to the table. 

    Victor’s eyes continued around the small cozy confines of the shop before being caught by something, at first he wasn’t sure what, until he noticed the thick red lettering of the Missing sign across the room. 

    His blue eyes fluttered in confusion, his dark brown scrunching as he took a few steps towards the uncanny truth he was processing. 

    The man he was here to meet was hanging on the wall, under the bold letters which had caught his eyes. 

    Victor was also a very smart witch, after all his secondary title was scientist, and businessman third, this did not take a rocket scientist. 

    His nebulous blue eyes were striking as they settled back on the fumbling young woman trying to recover her bag of flyers. 

    She was young, but unmistakable. 

    He crossed the room in a few strides, just as she was turning to ensure he wasn’t there. 

    His eyes glinted a mirrored silver in the light like a cats in the dark, and a small warm smile took his lips.

    “I would make a catfishing joke but I feel this isn’t the time or place.” Yeah way to avoid the gouache, 

    “You must be his kid…he mentioned you last we talked.” He offered her a hand, “Victor. And your name was?” 

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