"Your life is nothing but a flickering candle. You can choose to burn slowly, or die from an accidental discharge."
Before the beginning of the history of mankind, there was a continent blocked off from the outside by large mountain ranges that shelters the most ferocious of beasts fending off those that had the intention of exploring the mysterious place. They had named it the Paradise of the Deities. Some legends had described the mysterious place as a paradise guarded by beasts summoned by the deities to prevent the unworthy from tainting it with unholiness and some legends had described it as a place where the mythical beasts from various legends had originated.
But time moves forward and it never stops. Expeditions from countless ages ventured upon the land slowly learning the secrets it held within. In the age of swords and magic they soon discovered intelligent beasts and new minerals within the mountains, and they transitioned into the age of industry with the help of the minds of creative thinkers combining the new technology with magic. And soon came the era of conquer where the races has gathered the ability to traverse in long distances in which an accident made by a certain air rider revealed a part of the Paradise. A large tree that is surrounded by glowing bodies of water presumed to be purified magic water capable of positive effects to all that digests it. Soon countless wars and bloodshed for the island brought upon the age of prosperity where only 3 surviving continents had signed a treaty of non aggression and support in times of need which renewed the expedition for the uncovering of the Paradise.
Soon they uncovered the source of the magical water being the large tree at the center now called "Yggdrasil" based on the legend spread by the ancestors of the Long-Eared where they had once been blessed by the tree of life turning them into what they are now. And then came the modern era where people are now living in similar conditions to yours but more fantasastical. Cars made by different designs based on your tastes, it can either be eco friendly cars driven by the nature loving races where it features comfortable and relaxing drives suitable for those black company workers or machine based cars driven by those who has no sense of crisis for the people you drive by with your black smoke belching car. You might be asking "How do you know that you are talking to someone?". It's actually pretty simple, because I know that this is nothing but a novel written by a bored author stuck in his house due to the rampant cases of that certain virus. Now you're gonna ask about me. I don't care if you're gonna comment somewhere and say you're not going to. Shut up.
My name is Sylvian El Dorodo de Astolino la Mama mi- "Shut up!" Ouch! Stop that! Ok ok I'll do it.
Sheesh no need to be sassy. Anyways, my name is Kuro Sylvian. Who's the other person? That's my hime-sama, Shiro Sylvian. We are technically family as I was born as her weapon spirit specializing in close range and mid range combat. I take the form of an elf, but sometimes during special occassions I take the form of a revolver. Why the revolver you ask? Because it is a man's romance! Dancing around the battlefield as I slide between enemies and obliterate them in one shot while shouting "360 no scope nubs" and then turn around as I say edgy cool lines that will surely make you cringe so hard it will cause a singula- Wai- Wait! Stop! Put that away! No! Sebastian save me! Sebas- Traito- "Die!" AAAAA- *Technical Issues is being dealt with, sorry for the inconvenience*
Stage Name: Kuro Sylvian
True Name: ????
Age: 18 (????)
Status: Barely Alive (Currently dwindling)
Bio: Born from the mind of a young(?) girl taking the form of an elf with sharp eyes and with ears longer than than that of a normal elf. Although he likes to act as a frivoulous person, there are moments when he reverts back to his original condition of being a cold and ruthless killer he is. He wields numerous hidden weapons and an unknown type of revolver as his main weapon. Reports suggest that he is related to an unnamed assassin of a certain dimensional organization who had long died 10,000 years ago in dimensional time. He is considered as the first born of the 4 spirits of (Redacted) or Shiro Sylvian and as her younger twin (Data Needed to be confirmed).
Threat Level: SS
Notes: Likes cats. Dislikes prideful people, usually clashes with his fellow spirit Nathan but will only fight in a level where you can call it as a "children's quarrel".
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