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Zailyn Solace

@theseventhtrumpet

The Seventh Trumpet.
She/They.
PFP by: clxudyxuan

Zailyn’s *Updated* Character Sheet

White/Black is Zailyn, Blue and italicized is meeeeeee!!

Name: Zailyn Bell, Zailyn Solace, Zailyn, The Seventh Trumpet.

Titles: Seven, Seventh, Starkeeper, The Trumpet, The Seventh, Seraphim, Sunbringer.

Nicknames: Zee, Z, Zai, Lyn, Zail, Zaza, Sunshine (Lamentia uses.)

Age: 27.

Chronological age: 13.8 billion. I don’t look a day over 1 billion, though!

Height: 6’3, I’m about 10’10 in my actual form though.

Species: Angel, seraphim, [REDACTED BY ZAILYN]

True form: An angel. Often depicted with hundreds upon hundreds of eyes, rings surrounding her light. Many, many wings.

Disorders: Insomnia, depression, anxiety, dissociative amnesia, night terrors, hallucinations, and auditory hallucinations.

Physical conditions: Scar on right eye, blind in right eye. Visibly tired at times.

Addictions: Wine, is open to more options but will likely not get addicted to it.

Recovering addictions: Drugs. (Maybe something else but you guys will never know what it is : ))

Interests: I like cloud watching, bright things, shiny things, fancy architecture, statues, angelic figures, angelic items.

Likes: Her family, threatening people, flying, building, watching people, training, sword fighting, listening to people, talking to people.

Dislikes: Spiders, mentions of Dolus, gravestones, the name Artemis, Heaven, her loved ones getting injured, not being able to protect people.

Job: Worked for “Father,” ran away from him and now resides at the house as a guardian and protecter of Daisy Bell and her friends/family. Was also a soldier in a war, and several other jobs to stay undercover.

Sexuality: Lesbian, [???]

Romance: Lamentia Solace. (Wife), [???]

Weaknesses: [REDACTED BY Z]

Strengths: A lot more powerful than regular angels, higher ranking = more power.

Powers: Light Manipulation, teleporting, flying, mind reading, intangibility, panmnesia, matter digestion, slow falling, omnilingualism, astral projection, telekinesis.

Eye color: Pure white pupils, black stars in eyes.

Depictions of Zailyn:

Credit to @foolerene, @iampinkponygoddammit, and @dreaminghighh for the drawings!!!

(First two images are current Zailyn!)

Favorite food(s): Steak, anything spicy, sushi, I will pretty much eat anything. I’m not too picky.

Favorite drink(s): Wine, light tea, bloxy cola, any variation of cola, etc etc.

Zailyn’s playlist: ⚠️ REWORKING!!! ⚠️

Moodboard: LINK.

Stimboard: mmaaaybeee

Fashionboard: ^

Fun fact: Zailyn has a high tolerance for about anything! Whether it be pain, alcohol, she has a good tolerance for it. Wonder how she got it! : D

Relations - (Green means positive and will stay like that for pretty much forever, red means negative and will stay like that for pretty much forever, orange/yellow means it couuuulddd change.)

Therapist: Jonah Francois - Good friend. (89%)

Family:

“Father” - Creator of Zailyn. Very strained. (0%)

Mother - N/A.

Lamentia Solace - Wife. (100%)

Daisy, Daisy Bell - Adoptive daughter. (100%)

Gratifying Days - Adoptive son. (100%)

Star Dummy - Adoptive child. (99%)

Astreal - Adoptive nephew. (91%)

Max Godspeed - Adoptive son. (90%)

Kenzie Flynn - Daughter figure. (90%)

Friends:

Jessa Bell - Great friend. (98%)

Rememberance - Good friend, [???] (70%)

Ebro4 - Good friend. (85%)

Aculia/Louis Bell - Great friend. (100%)

Lancia - Good friend. (90%)

Zephyros/Brutus - Good friend. (90%)

Dayfare/Kriston - Good friend. (89%)

Midnight Moon - Good friend. (80%)

Radio Bell - “…” (0%)

Venus Bell - “He’s.. okay..” (15%)

(will update along her story!!)

Enemies: Has a lot of enemies, but most notably is Dolus, “Father,” Deception, and anyone apart of the Cult.

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Brief personality:

Zailyn is a very overprotective person. She can often be seen guarding one of her family members or friends. If she isn’t doing that, you can find her at Daisy’s training area. She could be letting out anger, or just for fun. Zailyn values honesty and will bond to people who give her that, be it only a bit.

Zailyn can be angered easily, but never lashes out without a reason. Even if it isn’t a good one.

Brief backstory:

Zailyn was created at the start of time, she was made to be a guardian and protector of Heaven. Though, she was isolated from the other trumpets due to her erratic behavior. Seven grew more restless, and eventually lashed out at her Creator. He left her in her room for thousands of years, neglecting her and abusing her into staying there. Although Seven seemed happy at most times, it was all an act. She was severely depressed. They longed for interaction from anybody. She didn’t care from who. The only time she ever got that was when “Father” yelled at her.

Eventually the other trumpets realized Seven’s absence, and questioned “Father” about it. He told them they never existed, they had to leave, many excuses for what he had been doing to her. They persisted with the questions, and he eventually snapped. “Father” killed 2 of Seven’s siblings. The others were kept alive and forced to forget about what happened. The became loyal workers for Him. And yet, Seven had been locked away when this all happened.

One day, an Angel stumbled across their room. Very quietly, they opened it to find a little seraphim inside. The Angel asked her questions, why she was in here, what did they do, when did they get thrown in here. Seven answered most of them.

“I dunno!! He said I was being bad so I’ve been in here for a while! I don’t really remember how long I’ve been in here!”

It was around 2,000 years. The Angel was shocked. They had never heard anything about a Seventh Trumpet. The Angel voiced these concerns to Father, and they were shunned. Father pushed them down onto Earth, and the Angel was never heard from again.

Seven grew up in that room, where Father found a use for her. He needed to destroy things. Things that could be of threat to them. He forced Seven to train around the clock, but would allow them to see the other Trumpets. She remembered a couple more being there, but didn’t say anything about it.

She was sent out on many missions, destroying planets and life. Deep down inside she knew this was wrong. She attempted to talk to Father about it, but was hit and told to keep working. So she did. She worked for several generations, finally being able to go on her own.

And that’s when everything started.

Anonymous asked:

In a flash of light, Zailyn appears in front of House. She’s not here to talk, she’s here to finally settle this once and for all.

"Look who it is.. if I'm not, you're here to finish me off."

House shuckles as it slowly starts to get bigger, and tentacles emerge from his back, turning into a mess of ink.

"Come and face me."

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Zailyn shifts into her true form, immediately summoning hands made of pure light.

“Oh I’ll face you alright.”

(Open Role play! First time doing one of these)

A man dressed in a combat medic's attires stands behind a small desk, along with 6 other colorful people "Good Evening, my name is Apollo. I make up one of the specialists here at the E-Brotherhood. Our captain has gone off to better himself, and has instructed us to conduct this small interview in order to determine if you're fit to join us, be an ally, or be rejected. If you have any questions regarding The E-Brotherhood or The Specialists in general, feel free to ask." Behind Apollo is a man in a bomber jacket looking bored, a teenage boy in camo drinking a soda, a woman in combat gear playing on her phone, a set of blonde twins wearing matching Robes with the Guy having a cross burned into the side of his head while the Girl has burn marks on the left half of her face, and finally a bearded man with a bowling shirt "Speak."

A woman in steampunk gear sits in the chair, holding her arm and eyeing the people around her.

Well.. to start.

Names Ardith.. I’m 24.

I have experience in architecture and building. I’d also say I’m fairly good with guns and hand to hand combat, although my arm got fucked up in an accident.

Looking at her arm, it’s wrapped in several layers of bandages.

Apollo rolls up his sleeve and removes his glove on his right arm, showing his metal prosthetic arm

"I can relate with your issue. We could use more construction people. If you haven't noticed, our defenses are pretty thrown together." The woman in combat gear stands up quickly "Hey! That makes us seem like we suck at building defenses!" Apollo sighs and clarifies "I meant our defenses aren't very polished in terms of looks, so it'd be nice to have them be more shined and clean looking, No offense to you Harley. Now, do you have any past work experience in either Army or Employment of any kind?"

“Oh! Haha. I’d be happy to help.”

Ardith laughs a bit, returning her gaze back to Apollo.

“I was a solder in the army for a bit, yeah. That’s kinda why I’m here. Had no money after being deployed so I need a new job.”

Apollo shuffles his papers and clears his throat before speaking "Excellent. I used to be a soldier too, so I can understand your money troubles. Your resume seems excellent, and you have experience in combat it seems. You have my recommendation. Do you have any questions regarding us?"

“Hmmm.. I don’t think so.”

Ardith looks around at the specialists.

"Well alright then." Apollo stands up and extends his hand out for a handshake "I'd be happy to give you my recommendation."

Ardith stands up as well, shaking his hand.

“Thank you, Apollo!”

(Open Role play! First time doing one of these)

A man dressed in a combat medic's attires stands behind a small desk, along with 6 other colorful people "Good Evening, my name is Apollo. I make up one of the specialists here at the E-Brotherhood. Our captain has gone off to better himself, and has instructed us to conduct this small interview in order to determine if you're fit to join us, be an ally, or be rejected. If you have any questions regarding The E-Brotherhood or The Specialists in general, feel free to ask." Behind Apollo is a man in a bomber jacket looking bored, a teenage boy in camo drinking a soda, a woman in combat gear playing on her phone, a set of blonde twins wearing matching Robes with the Guy having a cross burned into the side of his head while the Girl has burn marks on the left half of her face, and finally a bearded man with a bowling shirt "Speak."

A woman in steampunk gear sits in the chair, holding her arm and eyeing the people around her.

Well.. to start.

Names Ardith.. I’m 24.

I have experience in architecture and building. I’d also say I’m fairly good with guns and hand to hand combat, although my arm got fucked up in an accident.

Looking at her arm, it’s wrapped in several layers of bandages.

Apollo rolls up his sleeve and removes his glove on his right arm, showing his metal prosthetic arm

"I can relate with your issue. We could use more construction people. If you haven't noticed, our defenses are pretty thrown together." The woman in combat gear stands up quickly "Hey! That makes us seem like we suck at building defenses!" Apollo sighs and clarifies "I meant our defenses aren't very polished in terms of looks, so it'd be nice to have them be more shined and clean looking, No offense to you Harley. Now, do you have any past work experience in either Army or Employment of any kind?"

“Oh! Haha. I’d be happy to help.”

Ardith laughs a bit, returning her gaze back to Apollo.

“I was a solder in the army for a bit, yeah. That’s kinda why I’m here. Had no money after being deployed so I need a new job.”

Apollo shuffles his papers and clears his throat before speaking "Excellent. I used to be a soldier too, so I can understand your money troubles. Your resume seems excellent, and you have experience in combat it seems. You have my recommendation. Do you have any questions regarding us?"

“Hmmm.. I don’t think so.”

Ardith looks around at the specialists.

(Open Role play! First time doing one of these)

A man dressed in a combat medic's attires stands behind a small desk, along with 6 other colorful people "Good Evening, my name is Apollo. I make up one of the specialists here at the E-Brotherhood. Our captain has gone off to better himself, and has instructed us to conduct this small interview in order to determine if you're fit to join us, be an ally, or be rejected. If you have any questions regarding The E-Brotherhood or The Specialists in general, feel free to ask." Behind Apollo is a man in a bomber jacket looking bored, a teenage boy in camo drinking a soda, a woman in combat gear playing on her phone, a set of blonde twins wearing matching Robes with the Guy having a cross burned into the side of his head while the Girl has burn marks on the left half of her face, and finally a bearded man with a bowling shirt "Speak."

A woman in steampunk gear sits in the chair, holding her arm and eyeing the people around her.

Well.. to start.

Names Ardith.. I’m 24.

I have experience in architecture and building. I’d also say I’m fairly good with guns and hand to hand combat, although my arm got fucked up in an accident.

Looking at her arm, it’s wrapped in several layers of bandages.

Apollo rolls up his sleeve and removes his glove on his right arm, showing his metal prosthetic arm

"I can relate with your issue. We could use more construction people. If you haven't noticed, our defenses are pretty thrown together." The woman in combat gear stands up quickly "Hey! That makes us seem like we suck at building defenses!" Apollo sighs and clarifies "I meant our defenses aren't very polished in terms of looks, so it'd be nice to have them be more shined and clean looking, No offense to you Harley. Now, do you have any past work experience in either Army or Employment of any kind?"

“Oh! Haha. I’d be happy to help.”

Ardith laughs a bit, returning her gaze back to Apollo.

“I was a solder in the army for a bit, yeah. That’s kinda why I’m here. Had no money after being deployed so I need a new job.”

(Open Role play! First time doing one of these)

A man dressed in a combat medic's attires stands behind a small desk, along with 6 other colorful people "Good Evening, my name is Apollo. I make up one of the specialists here at the E-Brotherhood. Our captain has gone off to better himself, and has instructed us to conduct this small interview in order to determine if you're fit to join us, be an ally, or be rejected. If you have any questions regarding The E-Brotherhood or The Specialists in general, feel free to ask." Behind Apollo is a man in a bomber jacket looking bored, a teenage boy in camo drinking a soda, a woman in combat gear playing on her phone, a set of blonde twins wearing matching Robes with the Guy having a cross burned into the side of his head while the Girl has burn marks on the left half of her face, and finally a bearded man with a bowling shirt "Speak."

A woman in steampunk gear sits in the chair, holding her arm and eyeing the people around her.

Well.. to start.

Names Ardith.. I’m 24.

I have experience in architecture and building. I’d also say I’m fairly good with guns and hand to hand combat, although my arm got fucked up in an accident.

Looking at her arm, it’s wrapped in several layers of bandages.

Also a quick announcement.

I’m gonna like. Not be talking to people through tumblr anymore as I am not really feeling that. Comfortable anymore.

This isn’t targeted at all I just want to protect my privacy and stuff- sorry if this offends some people

wait i need to clarify something.

I will still do roleplays and stuff, just not like. Private messages.

Anonymous asked:
psst Chip, your character's adoptive nephew is BARELY coming out alive after the poll!

HELL YEAH

at least he’s ALIVE

I love the trope (?) of pure/angelic things in grotesque situations

Pure white snow covered in blood

A angel that died a bloody death

Pomegranates

Baby sheep

Poisonous flowers

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