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name   : Armanaz Dahlia
alias   : White
age   : 40
gender   : good question...
orientation   : bi (no lean)
species   : artificial angel
occupation   : breathingPHYSICAL .eyes   : black sclera, white irises
hair   : black, short
height   : 5'8
build   : slim
skin   : ashy tan.
fc   : faceless.MENTAL .alignment   : Neutral
traits   : good listener, quiet.
likes   : alcohol, grapes, pearls, shiny rocks, white dahlias.
dislikes   : most colors in general, snakes, apples.

❝ + POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: Dahlia is a receptive person, always lending an ear to those who need to vent about their pain... helping to soothe the pain of the soul and watch over everyone they care about.

❝ - NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: Their turbulent past and condition has lead Dahlia to constantly crave affirmation of everything they do... and it doesn't only involve physical matter, Dahlia wishes to ascend to glory, finding conflict in whether they deserve it or not.

❝ KNIGHT. Dahlia has a second form that can only be triggered while in the depths of hell, it stands at 9ft tall, rather small compared to their creators...
The sword it carries is the same as the one they can summon in their 'human' form... though a bit larger in general.

The Creation of Armanaz: A Divine and Mechanical GenesisLong ago, in the deepest ring of hell, existed a faction of demons who were once part of the celestial kingdom— powerful beings of light, purity, and divine purpose. These were the fallen angels, cast down from the heavens after their rebellion against the divine order. Though their wings had turned to ash and their purity corrupted into something darker, the echoes of their former celestial grandeur remained within them.Among these demons, a faction led by Leviathan, a powerful fallen angel whose's fuel was the sin of envy, devised a bold and heretical plan... searching to create something that would embody both the celestial and the infernal — a being that could put an end to the gap between divinity and damnation. This would not be a simple creature of destruction, but a new kind of existence, something that could challenge the very fabric of creation itself.The goal was not merely to create a powerful weapon, but a new form of being that could rival the purity of the angels, combining the divine essence of their former life with the chaos of their fallen state. A being that would embody the conflict between light and shadow, order and chaos, ascension and damnation. Thus, the creation of Armanaz began.

The twisted joke of fate: what's the purpose to keep existing?Half Algorithm, Half Deity , bound to the logical structure behind their creator's wretched mind... bound to ascend back to heaven, to belong into the place their clan once was part of...But... where did Armanaz belong? their initial goal was completed, they belonged to heaven... though it didn't feel like their wish, they were used to the hostility of hell in a way that they began to yearn for it... now permanently stuck hovering over the land of the living, wondering what it would be like to be around them, traveling through different worlds just to be greeted by the same feeling repeatedly.This soon causes a rift in Armanaz's mind... causing them to go rogue, breaking the metaphorical chains that bound them to their spot among the clouds, descending onto the earth of the living... getting the freedom they always craved for, even if it was only momentary...

Shock of RealityArmanaz wandered over the calm hill of what seemed to be an endless meadow... not sure where, not sure what time it was... the tranquility of it sat better than the calmness granted in the kingdom of the clouds, something different from the endless plains of white clouds... Armanaz would watch every passing creature, somehow knowing their names... their purpose- suffering from the effects of frustration for the first time in their fresh life.Time passed endlessly, Armanaz was aware of the years that flew by... counting them as a reminder of how much time they spent in this half freedom, adopting the name of a flower (Dahlia) to not get weird looks whenever they presented themselves... as it was already suspicious to see a person mostly dressed in white contrasting with the darkness of their hair and eyes- at least in the moments this creature wanted to minglle with the locals... if not, Armanaz would take the form of a white variant of any animal they crossed paths with, making an illusion to whoever landed eyes on them... the ultimate disguise as one would say.