Fantasy RP Fallen from Grace and Into Your Arms (Sol)

[FaeWhisperer]

Zarinth took in a sharp breath as he suddenly jolted awake. The pain that he had felt from his back earlier was soothed by the cold of the fresh snow underneath him. Once he started to become fully conscious again, he stared up into the sky seeing black smoke fill the air and blot out the sun. He then turned his head to look over the battlefield of where he laid, his golden flecked irises surveying his fallen brethren - those who had helped him in the uprising. Various Angelic swords and spears were either impaled through their bodies or strewn aside from their own hands as they had dropped them when they died.

Zarinth knew he did not have time to grieve their deaths. For he could not grasp the reason why they had join the fight in the first place.
Why were they here? Why did they all have to die? He gripped his own blade in his bloody hand while his thoughts tried to piece things together.

War had seemed inevitable at this point-- that he was well aware of, but the reasoning on why he joined and fought was now muddled, his memories scattered at most -- probably due to the fall he had suffered and had hit his head earlier. For whatever reason, his side had currently lost. He did not know if there were other survivors. He hoped if there were -- that they had gotten to some sort of safety.

He closed his eyes again and the ringing in his ears muffled out the sounds of people shouting. He could have sworn he heard the words
'Medic! There's someone alive over here!'

As if.

No one would help him, not willingly at least. No one would touch what he was -- an aasimar. One who had supposedly fallen from grace no doubt. Considering where the battlefield lay, and in a pool of his own blood and defeat, he could be considered disgraced at this point.

Barely reaching the age of 20, he knew he could live up to a hundred years more, but after today, he doubted that was possible.​

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Name: Zarinth
Race: Aasimar (fallen)
Powers: Typical dnd stats -- found here
Height: 5'5 - 165 cm
Age at the time of this intro post: 20 years
Description: Being the youngest of five siblings, Zarinth had large shoes to fill. Unlike his other siblings, he resembles his divine mother more, getting both her height and retrospective thinner build. And although his divine power and strength had been unmatched-- at first glance, his body did not seem like he was one to cut down 20 fiends in one go. He had often been described as moody, distant, cold and judgmental. His family and the friends he makes mean everything to him, although you wouldn't hear him outrightly state such a fact.
Mood board: Zarinth
Likes / Dislikes: Prefers a quiet space to collect his thoughts and sketch. He owns many sketch books, art easels -- more often than not is seen with a paintbrush in his hand rather than his blade. He dislikes distrustful people, those who can never keep their word. He'd much rather hear the truth than some sugar coated lie.

@Solaris-