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Suriel

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Good Omens G2 Yang | Naomi G5 Faust | Talos G5 Alaric

Energy: 50/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.79 m

Wingspan

1.84 m

Weight

78.77 kg

Genetics

White
Metallic

Marigold
Bee

Beige
Runes

Hatchday

Dec 07, 2022
(1 year)

Breed

Adult
Spiral

Eye Type

Arcane
Primal

Level 1 Spiral

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Writ
Samhain

Offspring

none

Biography

............ SURIEL

.............

Samhain could hardly contain her excitement, spinning about her little study as her partner slept through the night. The moon was full, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do. The wolf-like Imperials of the ruins of Arcadia would be out hunting tonight, a dangerous time to actually try and toy with any of them. However, soon enough, they'd be resting. It'd be the perfect time to go and poke at the wasps' nest, so to speak. She just needed to wait.

She never was all too good at waiting, though. To and fro she spun, turning constantly to stare at the twin moons as they moved ever so slowly across the night sky. She swore they were mocking her, slowing their pace just for her. Then again, it was winter. Their journey was already quite long. But that didn't give them an excuse to poke fun at her! Especially when she just wanted to mess with the cursed dogs of the ruins!

When her patience finally ran dry, her little space slowly taking on more and more odd plants she didn't even have names for aside from simple things like "Impatience" and "Virtue My Tail" and the sort, she darted out. Surely her partner would have some input, some way to make her night less dull! Sure, he liked studying late, but he wrote stories too! Surely he could write a little something for her to mess with!

Writ seemed more irritated by the little night blooms that sprouted from his writing desk than the constant babble from his partner. She was a simpler drake, in the end, or really just had simple pleasures: trickery, plants, and scary stories. He knew she likely wanted one of the three, and had come to him for help with such a thing. He didn't quite expect her to ask for something new, to brighten the night. To make it more lively. They passed notes back and forth, brainstorming. He knew that he needed to find a solution first, before she ran off and got herself hurt. Or worse. There was always worse. Then she passed one line to him that seemed to empty his entire brain in two words.

"Living Miracles?" was all she wrote, seemingly fighting to find the words resting just on the tip of her tongue. She probably didn't even know of a better way to word it. It didn't really matter, in the end. After all, it could become anything they wanted. The two sat, quiet, before he simply wrote one line back to her. "That is what I'll write then."

And so he did.

The he next morning was chaotic, to put it mildly. Technically it wasn't even morning, though one moon had set just beyond the horizon. The sun had yet to come out, and the second moon was just above the horizon. That didn't seem to stop Writ's powers, however, nor did it stop Samhain's desire for chaos. His words had sprung to life, quite literally, and fallen onto Samhain as she finally found a chance to rest. It was almost as if their little request had gone and pulled a bit of a lark on her, paying the trickster back for her jokes over the years.

The first missed their mother, crashing into a pile of old silks and tattered pillows with a quiet little squeak. It didn't take them long to make themselves known, however, letting out their own outraged little screes from the pile of pillows their mother had discarded in lieu of her own homemade hammock. The courageous little one that would soon be known as Agreas, the first-written of their first tale, had made himself known.

The second was a little closer, only missing her mother because the drowsy spiral had shifted to uncoil herself from her own hammock. The young yin was quick to join her sibling, scrambling over them to cry out to her mother from the pillows. Her steps managed to irritate her sibling, causing them to cry out even louder. Berith, the one who would aid others in finding their voice, was already living up to the name her mother would choose for her. Well, at least when Samhain finally woke some more.

The third was what finally brought the trio their mother's full attention. She missed on her initial drop, but it didn't take long for her to decide to try again. She didn't much like being walked all over, after all. And so, as she willed it, so it came to be. The little slinky child just appeared over her mother, plopping right onto her as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. Her plan worked a little too well, in the end, as both tumbled right out of the hammock into the pillow pile below. The one who would soon be dubbed Suriel seemed rather proud of herself, not even uttering a single squeak as her mother squawked about whatever it was that had stolen her from her rest. She'd even silenced her siblings, in the end!

Samhain finally managed to light a light, freeing herself from the pillow pile to peer into the odd little makeshift nest below her napping spot. She expected some debris from the crumbling ruins, or perhaps a sparrow making a poor decision upon landing nearby. She stopped grumbling when she spotted three pairs of eyes staring back at her, like little rosy stars. She could only gawk as the brightest of the three seemed to practically glow in the candlelight, or perhaps in the runes tying her starry eyes together like a web across her snout.

For a moment, there was silence. Three children, one mother, all processing one simple truth. They existed. These three children, two yin and a yang, actually existed. There had been no nest, no shells to break from. Just a simple request written in a book by her husband, her beloved Writ. For a moment, that was all there was.

Then she scooped them all up, racing to the room where her husband slept to shove the three into his face with a triumphant cry.

It seems these Living Miracles were exactly what she'd wanted after all.

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The name Suriel was found by Samhain as she searched through books about her partner Writ, deep within the ruins of a church. As the third wriggled in her father's arms, she began to read aloud a list of names. She spent hours searching, ready to give up when a note fell out of one of the ancient tomes. Despite it's apparent age, the handwriting was almost familiar to her. It simply said "Perhaps Suriel would fit a child with the magic of the stars in her eyes." which, of course, left Samhain speechless. The pair never said the name aloud as they discussed such a name in hushed whispers. However, somehow, the girl managed to take the name as her own, only ever answering to Suriel when called.

This Yang is a mystery in and of itself. She, or perhaps he, is silent in most all matters, preferring to observe what her siblings act out. However, she is never far behind them, determined to see their every action through. She almost seems to appear when thought of, even briefly, and disappears just as swiftly. She's suspected to be powerful when it comes to magic, but even the most stubborn drakes can't get her to breath even a word of what she knows. It seems, however, she has found counsel in the coatl Razael, lounging in his aviary and seemingly talking to him about whatever matters cross her mind. It's too bad the only ones who can hear her are those she allows to listen. Otherwise, all they hear is silence, the only sign she's even talking being the movement of her arms and wings.

bio code by crowael, art by @artofurbanstar

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