Name: (most common) Fluxxy (Birth name) Felicia
Age: 6 - (Error) years old
Species: Half Archangel/Fallen Angel /first daughter of Flux.
Appearance:
Angelic era: White hair, purple wings, mark of Cain on shoulder. Wears a blue and red dress that flows down to her knees. Around her neck is a Lilly necklace her father gave her for her 7th birthday, made of solid silver. White skinned, but when she recognises or absorbs into her father her skin turns purple and small tentacles of flux come off her body. When in combat, her dress changes to a black shirt with the words "Jaffles For Everyone!" In bold red writing, under a picture of two jaffle sandwiches. Underneath the shirt she has a chestplate made of dark matter. She wears the same clothing as out of combat except for that shirt and chestplate.
Wanderer era: She looks the same as before, except now her previously unscathed face has scars and wounds on it, mostly from swords and guns and her hair is now pitch black. In all eras, she is very tall, and ages three times as slow as the regular human or angel or demon.
Personality: Fluxxy Is relatively naive, quick to trust anyone that smiles at her and is very quick to make friends. Though this means she may make some wrong choices, she has grown up around a man who try's to keep her upbeat through everything, whether war or depression, and very few people see her with out a smile on her face. She is, like her father, extremely protective of those who she thinks deserve protecting, and her state shifts to match her father's. (Ex: He's a murderous psychopath? So she. He's a demigod? So is she.) Becuase of this, and her closeness to her father, they have never fought. She hates violence, but will resort to killing to protect the worthy, and would love to see a ending or all wars peacefully, although she knows that isn't going to happen for a long time. She is very intelligent for her age, and makes up the 3rd/4th voice in her fathers head, the voice of compassion. Her Father has imbued her with an irreversible sense of hope and happiness in her and she is forever an optimist. One of the few people that can anger her is "Mother" the first being of Flux, who tries to coax Fluxxy into attacking her father, possibly killing him, unleashing her inner demons, ( They kinda run in the family ) killing all around her with a surge of unstoppable corruption, becoming a monster forever in the process, losing all humanity, becoming a vicious murdering machine, seeing life and slaughtering it.
Backstory: Fluxxy opened her eyes. She didn't know where she was, who she was or who that was in front of her, but he radiated love and protectiveness for her so she let out a cry of joy and nuzzled up to him as she fell asleep. As she woke up a strange woman in the clothes of a magi was arguing with the man who Fluxxy had decided to trust. The woman's clothes were a shade of red, similar to the man's red cloak and was covered in a purple substance. As the man yelled at her motioning for her to leave, the substance flew out and touched her. At the touch of the substance on her head a mark was burned on her shoulder, matching the mark on the man's hand. She felt an immense wave of pain from her forehead, where the substance had touched her, and she saw as the purple substance spread throughout her and the man tried to smite the woman with lightning while blocking Fluxxy with his body. When the woman left, he turned to Fluxxy and his hand glowed as he raised it to her head. She could suddenly understand what the man was saying as his magic coursed throughout her, suppressing the Purple substance. "It'll be ok Felicia, It'll be ok, I promise. Don't you leave me. I can't bear the thought of you leaving me. Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon, do your damn job Magic" he half hissed half whispered. As the Substance left her body, returning to her head, he sighed in relief. "It's okay now honey, Daddy's here, and he won't let anything happen to you ever again" he swore, hugging her close to his body. As he did he began to sing a lullaby, reciting it from his memory
"(Insert lullaby here, I can't think of one)"
As she listened to the words of the man, she felt herself slowly drifting into a deep sleep against his warm embrace. As she fell asleep, his red angelic wings curled around her, protecting her from anything that may happen to her. He stuck to his promise. As Fluxxy grew up, she was protected by her father, learning to fly, use magic and control her inner demons(they kinda run in the family from that point on). She lived doing as she pleased, running around hell and making friends and generally brightening up the atmosphere of the underworld. By the time she turned 6, (eighteen in normal years) she had learnt how to fight with a sword, control magic and herself, summon the substance which they called Flux (Short for the Fluxuation Substance) and use it for anything. She could fly and she could teleport. Sure, her life wasn't pampered or sugar coated, as her father wanted her to be ready for when he wasn't there, but she was happy. Just her, her father and sometimes her uncle, going on adventure to dark towers and zombie infested villages, helping out even after being banished and having their titles stripped. At the end of the war (whether just for her or officially the end of the war) these adventures came to an end as she saw her father with a sword through his chest, his own sword in fact, bleeding out more blood than even an angel should as she cried by his body, he grunted and pulled himself up, setting himself and Fluxxy on a wall. "Hey, whats wrong now darling?" He asked in a soothing tone, caring for his daughter even on his deathbed. As he ran out of blood, they shared all of their adventures together, remembering when Fluxxy had tripped Uncle Lucifer into a river, leaving him quite miffed and with wet clothing for half an hour, when they had fought against a dragon together. They remembered the good memories and the bad. By the time his time was almost up, Fluxxy was laughing again. "I will always love you darling" He says, pecking her on the forehead as he slumped against the wall, his body going cold. By the time her father was dead, she hadn't even had time to stop laughing. As the laughing mixed with crying, she knelt over her fathers body, slowly removing Excalibur from his body. Once she had lain it on the floor she nuzzled up to her father, begging the stars that he would heal, that his archangel blood would save him, silently pleading with whatever God had decency to bring him back to her, still laughing and crying. As she willed for something to happen, anything so that she could know if her father was coming back, a group of 5 high angels appeared. They were high ranking angels, but we're still ranked under archangels. As they came closer to her, they told her to step away with her hands up so that they could remove the body. As she heard this, something in her snapped. Did they have NO respect for the dead? Were they TRYING to piss her off? Did they even KNOW that this was the man who had loosened the chokehold on the Angels war effort, freeing the prisoners of war and making sure casualties were a minimum? As she thought this, she stood up, still crluaghing with her hands up. As she walked towards the one who looked in charge she grinned as if she were the Cheshire Cat, and strangled him to death. She darted back to her father's sword, picking it up and cutting down every last angel in her sights, deflecting magic with the Fluxuation Substance and impaling people with Excalibur, bringing out GodBane, the swords darker twin. As she slaughtered the Angels as if they were ants, she laughed, getting more hysterical and crying less with every kill. She was exhilarated. She felt at the top of the world as more angels poured in, throwing themselves at her, ending up on the floor, creating a mountain for the girl who looked 7 years old to stand on. It would have been a funny (if morbid) sight to see, if you were not there at the time. As the Angels suddenly stopped pouring through, her head throbbed and she fell to the ground, grabbing her head and wincing as pain coursed through her body. As she looked around, her adrenaline gone and exhilaration faded, she realised she had just killed an entire legion of Angels. This was not good. Not at all. Well, It was badass, she'd give herself that, but now they would come for her. Angels were the spawn of God, meant to be righteous and all that, but that didn't stop them from stomping on anyone who kills their brothers. As if the Flux wasn't enough. Her father had died and now she'd have to run away from Angels. Terrific. She took one last look at her father's body, blew him a kiss, and ran away from the resting place, the Angels, Uncle Lucifer and all of the war and chaos. She ran until she found a village protected by a magical barrier, sighing as she passed through easily. She kept running until she found the very outskirts of the town and fell flat on her back, the world fading to black as she passed out from exhaustion. (Insert events of Book here) Eventually, Fluxxy decided that she had to go back out to the world and see what had happened. As she left the village, having said her goodbyes, suddenly a Wormhole appeared and swallowed her up, teleporting her to a dimension in which the world had already been destroyed, and she could do nothing but wander aimlessly, flying through the air and wondering what had happened.
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Time skip (Error) Years
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She had broken. She had finally lost all hope. She had been stuck here for longer than she cared to count, but hours never ticked by and she was still 6 years old. She was a shell of herself. Her hair was matted, tangled and extremely long. Her clothes were ripped from where she had fought with herself, inflicting on herself pain to clear her head. Excalibur had disappeared, and was replaced with a note saying "There is now a man who is worthy of wielding this swords power. To a lesser extent. Maybe you shall one day meet him?". She now spent her days punching the debris that littered the shattered dimension, obliterating them, except for a bed she had found. She was debating whether to go back to sleep, let her demons take over and finally have some proper rest, or punch more debris, as she heard a strange sound, lime auction cup being removed at the speed of light. As she looked there, she saw a flash of light and what looked like Excalibur with a dragon head through it poked out. She trembled, not having the strength or will to fight someone and she curled up by the bed. As a man stepped out from the portal, she saw that he wore a red cloak, had a neon blue shirt on and black tracksuit pants. As she noticed this, she looked at his face, and was shocked.
(He had taken off his mask to breathe, not noticing anyone, if you can guess who he is, free internet high five!)
The man had hair as black as space, a rose locket around his neck and his face.... That was her father's face.
"Daddy?" She whimpered, scared but overjoyed at the same time. He stiffened and seemed to be having a severe case of deja vu. He looked towards her and as he silently pulled her up from the hypothetical floor, and as he did, her skin turned purple, and she absorbed into him and suddenly saw how and why her father was alive. This man was her father. But he wasn't. His body was the same build, but he had a different head now that she looked at again. His hair was actually crimson red with some neon blue and deep purple streaks in them and his eyes were sapphire blue. She could tell he wore a mask over his face, being inside his brain and all. But this man had a face very similar, but different to her father's. The biggest give-away was when she felt her father's spirit had changed into this man. Unfortunately, she could feel his demons in this man, who now her father she supposed, and within the second it had taken for her to figure out all of this, she had fell in love with her father all over again (not in a weird way, but like a Father and daughter would) and she sent him the image of her hugging his leg, as he was too tall for her to reach his torso. As she looked at the man's eyes from the inside, she saw what looked like disgust for a millisecond, and in the time it took for her heart to almost stop with fear, she saw love. The unconditional love of a parent (If they are a good one atleast). As they went through the same light the man had came though, they traveled to another dimension, one many years in the future and looked through the world, trying to stop war between the kingdoms that inhabited the land. Ultimately, they failed, one kingdom eventually blowing everyone up and tearing itself open with a civil war. They repeated this, again and again, trying to find a dimension where her father fit in. She re-learned combat, learnt the social norm for this age and her father taught her all about new magics which had been made and discovered. He had made the same oath her other father had before him, swearing to protect her from any and all danger, and they grew close, as they had once before, in a different dimension, a different time. She found that she now required her father's energy to keep the Fluxuation Substance from eating her and he agreed to let her infect him with a small amount of Flux. This slowly spread over him, causing his skin to look purple. Most people turned him away with this, but he was just as cheery as he always is. As he steps into this dimension, he sighs. He seems happy about something, she thinks. As a... She doesn't know (she gets wormhole sickness too) approaches them she hears them say something.
Bop. That's where her story ends. For now. So yeah. One more down. Seconds one in the book. As of the time of posting this I have 4 more half finished. So yeah.
Cya!