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πΈπ½πΆππΆπΈπππ πΎππ»π βΆ πππππππ‘ππππ βΆ πΈππππ πΈππΉππ
β€ πππππ πππππππ β€
π πΎπππππππ βΆ ππππ {ππππππ} βΆ ππππππ {πΆπ»πππ}
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βββββββββββ β β’β β°βββ½ΰΌβΎβββ±β β’β βββββββββββκ°α΄Κ α΄Κα΄α΄ α΄, Κα΄Κα΄α΄‘: α΄Κα΄ Κα΄Κα΄α΄Κα΄Κ
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βββββββββββ β β’β β°βββ½ΰΌβΎβββ±β β’β βββββββββββ
βββββββββββ β β’β β°βββ½ΰΌβΎβββ±β β’β βββββββββββ
β€ ππππππππ ππππππ β€
β π΄ππ ππΎππ πππππ π½πΆππ πππππΉ π»ππ ππππ½πΎππ. β
β€ πππ ππππππ β€
π·π’πππππππ {"πΏπ’ππ¦"} πππΓπ πΊπππΓπ-π½πβππ ππ βΆ πΈπΏ βΆ ππππ‘ππ {πππ π ππ}
π π & ππππππππππ βΆ Malaika Firth. When possessed, glittering white-gold wings sprout from her shoulder blades.
πππππ βΆ The dandelions that used to stubbornly push their way out of sidewalk cracks every year, the few plant and animal encyclopedias that survived the Apocalypse and are currently stored within the library of the Imperium Sanctus { π‘βππ’πβ π βπ βππ πβπ‘ ππ₯πππ‘ππ¦ βππ ππππ’πβ ππππ π‘πππ π‘π ππππππππ¦ ππππ π‘βππ ππ’π π‘ π¦ππ‘ }, flowers in full bloom, when - pre-Apocalypse - ice cream brands would make vegan versions of their products, bright floral-print clothing, the other Vessels { πππ π‘βπ πππ π‘ ππππ‘ }, the sun and sky and sea
ππππππππ βΆ The Archangelsβ master plan to mold and re-make the planet into their version of perfection { π€βππ‘ π βπππππππ¦ π π‘ππππππ‘ π€ππππ π‘βππ‘ π€ππ’ππ ππ! }, how it seems like many of the Nefilim have fully renounced their half-human roots in favor of furthering the cause of Hell and Lady Lilith and { π»ππ }, somewhat resents the fact that Heaven began to intervene when Hell started wreaking havoc on Earth but apparently couldnβt be bothered to do anything when humans committed atrocities against other humans { ππ ππ π‘βππ‘ ππ’π π‘ βππ€ πΏππππ‘β π€πππ‘π βππ π‘π ππππ? }, people who hurt others for no reason, all the bigoted assholes who were sexist/racist/homophobic/et cetera pre-Apocalypse
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β€ πππππππ β€
ππππππππππ βΆ Granada, Spain. She lived there with her father's family until she was twelve.
πππππππ & π πππππ βΆ Fernando Γlvaro GarcΓa Rosario { πππ‘βππ }, Annemarie Johnson { πππ‘βππ }, Alexandra Josefina GarcΓa-Johnson { π¦ππ’ππππ π ππ π‘ππ }, Kellan Enrique GarcΓa-Johnson { π¦ππ’ππππ ππππ‘βππ }. Dulcifera has had no contact with neither her immediate nor extended family since the Apocalypse, and knows that they're most likely dead. Still, it doesn't keep her from searching, every once in a while.
πππ πππ πππ ππππππππππ βΆ Dulcifera was born in Spain, but her family moved to the States { πππ π·ππππ, πΆπππππππππ, π‘π ππ ππ₯πππ‘ } when she was twelve, thanks to her momβs job. She did well enough in school and went to a fairly decent public university, double majoring in environmental science and public policy { πππ ππππππππ ππ ππππππ β }. After graduating, she worked for an environmental non-profit for two years before going back to school. She eventually joined the Peace Corps and began helping with on-the-ground campaigns in Latin America; it was through some of these connections that she met a group of prominent environmental activists in Guatemala and decided to join up with them. She was still in Guatemala, waiting for her flight back to the States, when the Four Hoursemen razed the world as she knew it to dust.
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β€ πππππππ β€
ππππππππ βΆ Normally, Dulcifera splits her time between { π‘βπ πΌππππππ’π πππππ‘π’π } and { π‘βπ πΊπππππππ πΆππ‘π¦ } - though she most certainly spends more time in the Imperium Sanctus - but she's currently imprisoned within { π‘βπ ππππ‘β πππ€ππ }.
πππππ βΆ To somehow escape Lilithβs clutches, though the likelihood of that happening seems to grow slimmer by the day. And, in the long term, to push back the forces of Hell so that humanity can begin the long, slow process of re-building their world...while somehow preventing Heaven from twisting the Earth into their vision of it.
π ππππ βΆ That Hell will emerge victorious. That Lilith will twist and warp her mind so much that Dulcifera wonβt be able to recognize herself when itβs finally over { ππ π‘βππ‘ π‘βπ βππ’πππ βππππ‘β πΏππππ‘β βππ π π’πππππ‘ππ βππ π‘π π€πππ ππ’π π‘ πππ£ππ πππ }. That Raphael will somehow sense the doubt in her, and abandon her to Lilith in favor of a Vessel who is more devoted to Raphael and the cause of Heaven, rather than Dulciferaβs simple, straightforward devotion to fighting for humanity - nothing more, and nothing less.
ππππππππππ βΆ Vessel for Archangel Raphael { βπ’πππππ‘π¦; ππππππ‘π πππππ }
ππππππ βΆ The most common rumor surrounding Dulcifera in { π‘βπ πΌππππππ’π πππππ‘π’π } is that she was actually awarded her Vesselship via an βoutstanding occurrenceβ, as she was supposedly never particularly religious before the end of times. In { π»πππ'π πππ€πππ } and { π·ππ§π }, rumor has it that Lady Lilith is using her as a test subject for some kind of attack that she is planning against the Sanctus and the other Vessels. There is much speculation as to what the nature of this attack would be, and if it has anything at all to do with the golden egg.
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β€ πππππππ & ππππππππ β€
πππππππ βΆ Dulcifera most commonly wields a shield and a long spear { π‘βπ π‘ππ πππ’π ππ ππ βπππ¦ π€ππ‘ππ, ππ πππ’ππ π }, both of which are Blessed with Raphaelβs divine power. She occasionally uses a longsword, when the circumstances call for it.
ππππππππ βΆ Despite the fact that her wardrobe is overflowing with ornate crowns and gleaming golden jewelry, Dulcifera actually prefers simple, practical clothing. Pre-Apocalypse, she wore cargo shorts and t-shirts and sandals, but as a Vessel, sheβs usually found in some sort of white gown with long, billowing skirts. Dulcifera tries to keep her hair out of her face when she can { ππ πππ‘π‘ππ, π βπ π€ππππ ππ‘ ππππππ π’π ππ π πππππ ππππ€π ππππππ ππππ’ππ βππ βπππ }, and her battle armor is a shimmering, shining silver.
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ππππππ ππππ ππππππ ππ ππ π ππππ βΆ Pre-abduction, Dulcifera spent most of her time on the training grounds of { π‘βπ πΌππππππ’π πππππ‘π’π }, or visiting the refugees and providing assistance to the kitchen/infirmary staff as needed. Nowadays, sheβs most often in Lilithβs chambers in { π‘βπ ππππ‘β πππ€ππ }. Lilith usually has her chained to the wall, but sometimes sheβll get creative.
ππππππ ππππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππππ βΆ Unfortunately for Dulcifera, the current person she spends the most time around is Lady Lilith.
πππππππππ πππππππππ πππππ βΆ Compassion
ππππππππππ βΆ Dulcifera is quiet, careful, and cautious; although sheβs not usually awkward or anything, sheβs never liked being in the limelight or being put on the spot. She also is not much of a risk-taker, preferring to go into things knowing just what sheβs getting herself into. A bit soft-spoken, Dulcifera tends to fade into the background - before { π‘βπ π΄ππππππ¦ππ π }, she was never someone who wielded great power or influence over others purely from her inner charisma or the force of her presence { π‘βππ’πβ πππ€ππππ¦π , ππππππ π‘πππ π‘π πππ‘πππ π€βπππ π βπ ππππ , πππππ π πππ π ππ πππ πππ - π·π’πππππππ π π‘πππ βππ πβπ‘ πππ‘π‘ππ π’π ππ π‘π ππ‘ }. Dulcifera moves quickly and purposefully - although she wonβt go as far as lose sight of her surroundings - and all things considered, sheβs usually rather gentle { ππππππ πΎππππππ πΆπππ, π βπ π€ππ ππ’ππ‘π π‘βπ πππππππ π‘ }. Sheβs a good listener and usually speaks in a calm, measured voice; she rarely loses her temper, and even if she does end up being upset or angered by somebody else, itβs more than likely that sheβll keep it to herself rather than addressing it directly with them. Her aversion to confrontation has also been indirectly translated over to her typical strategy, in battle: sheβs always been more of a defensive fighter, rather than someone in the vanguard.
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Dulcifera has seen the Earth that the Archangels envision, and she wants no part of it.
Just look at { π‘βπ πΊπππππππ πΆππ‘π¦ }, the so-called Abode of Angels: glory-bright and blindingly brilliant with buildings made of jewels and sweet songs and gleaming golden chariots and that horrible, horrible menagerie with animals that know nothing of running wild and free at its center.
They call it a paradise and perhaps it is, to some people. Dulcifera knows that it would be all too easy to get lost in the bliss, living out the rest of eternity in a world that seems more dream than reality.
But that isnβt { πΈπππ‘β }. To Dulcifera, humans were born to laugh and love and change and grow; to run barefoot and sing songs and make beautiful things and read poetry and get their hands dirty with a bit of sweat and soil. And the planet has changed and been made anew with the forces of the universe alone - the energy from the sun fueled the Great Oxygenation, an aestroid ended the Age of Dinosaurs, the Last Ice Age created the Sixth Extinction; tectonic plates collided and rain fell and life flourished and rotted and mud and mountain burst out of it all. What do { π»πππ£ππ } or { π»πππ } have anything to do with it?
In { π‘βπ πΊπππππππ πΆππ‘π¦ }, everything is beautiful and glitters with the Glory of God, and to Dulcifera...itβs so terribly stagnant. There is no wildness in the City the Angels call home; there are no wildflowers stubbornly sprouting through cracks in the sidewalk or long-grassed savannas or labyrinthe rainforests filled with beauty and terror alike. And maybe { π‘βπ πΊπππππππ πΆππ‘π¦ } is a better place, because there is no struggle for survival, no question as to whether the gazelle will outrun the cheetah - but damn it all, Earth does not belong to { π»πππ£ππ }. Dulcifera fights for humans, and humans alone. She wants no part of the Archangelsβ grand plans to βstart a new age on Earthβ.
But - fighting on the side of { π»πππ£ππ } is still infinitely better than letting { π»πππ } win.
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Before { πΎππππππ πΆπππ }, Dulcifera fought for humans, and she fought for their land. Itβs only fitting that she does the same afterward, too.
Dulciferaβs first job was at an international environmental network that organized in support of indigenous activists in { πππ’π‘β πππ πΆπππ‘πππ π΄ππππππ }, where the campesinos had seen their ancestral lands ravaged by corrupt governments that spoke of βneoliberalismβ and βprogressβ and βmodernizationβ. From the oil in { πΆβπππππ } to { π΄πππ§πππππ πππ‘π‘ππ ππππβππ }, people were seeing their entire lives - along with the planet - destroyed, and what else could Dulcifera do besides stand and fight?
A few years later, Dulcifera was in { πΊπ’ππ‘πππππ }, organizing with grassroots activists and KΚΌicheΚΌ leaders. She met people who had been threatened and shot at, all for what? For wanting to sing and plant trees; to live a peaceful life on the land that belonged to nobody but the Earth?
And so, Dulcifera fought.
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The Apocalypse came and went, and Dulcifera survived.
When she first made her way to { π‘βπ πΌππππππ’π πππππ‘π’π }, Dulcifera had no intention of becoming a combatant herself. She helped where and how she could - the kitchens, the infirmary, book-keeping and inventory - but her life before, as well as her dedication to helping the other refugees, caught the attention of { π‘βπ πΆππ’ππππ }. Dulcifera was hesitant at first, because sheβd been a lifelong pacifist, but they eventually convinced her to at least become a Nun.
Dulcifera was surprised when { π΄ππβπππππ ππππππ π ππβπππ } chose her as his Vessel, but heβd seen her fierce loyalty and passion for protecting her fellow mortals. Dulcifera accepted, of course, but now that sheβs trapped within the depths of { π»πππ }, she wonders: does her Lord-Prince know how little she cares for their { πΊπππππππ πΆππ‘π¦ }, their vision for a new Earth, their { π»πππ£ππ }? Does he know how she marvels at the world, even now, because despite everything there are scorpions and beetles and rattlesnakes that hiss and twitch in the desert air: beautifully, brilliantly alive. Despite the ash and dust and despair, the planet - and humanity - lives on.
Does Raphael know that Dulcifera will always, always have more faith in the strength and resiliency of her fellow mortals than she does in the βgoodwillβ and divinity of { π»πππ£ππ }?
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Dulcifera doesnβt know what { πΏπππ¦ πΏππππ‘β } wants from her. All she knows is that they abducted her from the walls of the Sanctus, somehow, and that she needs to get out of { π‘βπ ππππ‘β πππ€ππ } before she loses herself in Lilithβs blood-bright clutches.
Her Lord-Prince sends her visions of { π‘βπ πΈππ }. Lilith sends tendrils of darkness swirling through her mind, planting seeds of doubt in everything the Nuns and the Archangels have told her. Sometimes, Dulcifera isnβt sure whatβs real, and what sheβs imagining.
But when sheβs desperately clawing her way out of the terror and confusion, she remembers things like:
ππ’πππ¦ ππππππππππ πππ π‘βππππ¦ π€πππππππ€πππ .
ππππππππ πππππ πππ ππππ { πππ π·ππππ }; ππππ π¦ πππ€π πππ π πππππβππ ππππ { πΊπ’ππ‘πππππ }; βππππ¦ ππππππ’πππππ πβπ’ππππππ πππ βπππ‘πππ πππ‘π π‘βπ πππ πππ‘ πππ€π ππ’π‘π πππ π‘βπ π€ππππ ππ π‘βπ πππππ‘π’π .
π΄ π πππππππ, ππππ ππ π‘π π π‘ππππ - ππππ’π‘πππ’π πππ ππππππ¦ ππ πππ’ππ ππππ π’ππ.
π»ππ πππ‘βππ, βππ πππ‘βππ, βππ π πππππππ . π»ππ ππ-π€ππππππ ππ πΆπππππππππ, βππ ππππππππ’ππ ππ πΊπ’ππ‘πππππ. π΅πππβπ‘ ππππππ πππππ‘ ππππ π ππ , π£ππ£ππ ππππ-ππππ‘βππ βπππππππππ , π‘βπ ππππ‘π‘π¦ πππ‘π‘ππ πππππππ‘ππππ ππ πππ πππ‘ ππππ π‘βππ‘ π πππ ππ π‘βπ π¦ππ’ππππ ππππ’ππππ πππ£π βππ.
βββββββββββ β β’β β°βββ½ΰΌβΎβββ±β β’β βββββββββββ
Lilith wants her to Fall, to give in to the darkness that she has fed into Dulcifera. She wants her to betray the secrets of the Archangels, to show them that even their divine Vessels can be corrupted by { π»πππ'π } flames.
But Dulcifera has always been more girl than Vessel, more human than divine. And like all humans, she is neither dark nor light, good nor evil. Like the planet they inherited, she is simply - { ππππ’π‘πππ’πππ¦, π π‘π’πππππππ¦ } - alive.
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κ°α΄Κ α΄Κα΄α΄ α΄, Κα΄Κα΄α΄‘: α΄Κα΄ Κα΄Κα΄α΄Κα΄Κ