「Mia Elior」
A young lady stood idly upon a vast plain. The plain was blanketed in a dusting of white, fragile in its composition. One step would cause a crater in the surface of the sheet, ending its homogeneous physicality. There were craters all around the woman, whom only had made two craters in the ground: two of her own feet. How did she not make any other craters? She must have gotten there by foot— right?
No, she didn't. In fact, she flew there by her own wings. This girl, Mia Elior, was of a seraphic being. In other words, she wasn't human. She was an angel-like being sent to perform tasks that would restore shalom to the holiday season. The evil one, Zero Omega, had threatened to cease the omnipresent joy that would fill the world with laughter, carols, and warming chitchat. Mia did not like that very much— thus, she wanted to destroy him.
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A rustic iron casing enveloped the body of the woman, shielding her from the neck-down. Its design was of a Scandinavian spirit, exemplifying its triumphant flare. The armor itself had black crosses laid upon various portions of it, signifying the relation she had with the Sanctified. Under the protective metal laid Mia’s secondary epidermis of dark leather, which branched off under her armor, reaching the ends of her appendages. Her brow adorned a Valkyrian headpiece, serving as an eye shield. It lied dormant, tucking its metallic wings behind her ears, wrapping around her head and acting as a circlet. Upon its center laid an emblem of a cross, which matched the other crucifixes imbedded into the surface of her armor. A belt wrapped around her waist; the durable leather of the belt tightly synched the waist of the woman warrior, supporting a carbon-fiber bag containing a myriad of black dust. A ten-foot loop of chain hung from the other side of the belt, jingling lightly, despite her unmoving stance. The only element that seemed out of place was the dull gold ring that embraced her left middle finger: its face had an embossed figure of a stallion’s head, whose physique appeared to be full of vigor, yet its eyes were dull and absent of expression.
Closing her eyes briefly, Mia drew in an exaggerated eupnoea of the icy air. Stray strands of sand-toned hair thrashed wildly in the feverish winds that glided past her figure. Like ghosts, they brushed up against her figure, knocking around the loose items that hung from her body. One of the two swords that laid upon her back bearing the inscription: אלוהים השופט, alluding to the ultimate authority of God as Judge, swayed against her body, producing low-pitched clicks against her armored back. Its blade was white in color and double-edged, serving as an offensive sword. Following the gyrations of this sword, the other sword that rested beneath it was of a similar white color, but was single-sided on the ventral end; the dorsal end was relatively flat in comparison to the bottom, thicker in width. The swords were named Rena and Renhet, Swedish for “Judge” and “Chastity,” respectively, embodying Mia’s strong ethics of morality.
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Mia felt well-rested from her large amounts of travel. She liked to travel. In the past two months, she’s been to Germany, Israel, the Gobi desert, China, and Tokyo. Memories of the places began playing back: the people she met, the fights she picked up, and most of all, the tidbits of information and skills she had picked up. She was excited to continue on her social onslaught, meeting those of every corner of the world. Uplifted by her experiences, Mia decided that she had been wasting too much time standing outside in the wind — the storm was about to come. The march had already begun.
Opening her eyes, she smiled sadistically as the crunching around her ceased their progression. The cavalrymen from Zero Omega have arrived. Their numbers have surrounded her in a circular formation, leaving no room for escape.
"It is nice to meet all of you... but I am afraid that your lives will be short lived. I hope you all made your amends to Zero before you came here. I don't think you guys will be going back."
ואתה אחזקה חוקים שלי ותעשה אותם אני האלוהים שמקדש אותך
ooc: I am using original concepts made by a group of friends and I. I would request that no one uses this set of concepts that I have posted in conjunction to their own uses. I am following T1 UM rules of the Xeruel set in this battle. I will make it fair in terms of how the battle is fought. Since this is not a story-line battle, my character will only suffer from the damages brought upon her in this fight.
