Cherubi of the Celestial Fire(Retired)

**The Snacktavist#7919** [Player] (All Art Owned by Me)

Cherubi's Theme

'Many in this world are prone to solve their problems with violence, too hasty to see the value said problems can hold in a different light. I desire to be that light, to shine upon the problems of this world and show them the way of prosperity.'

## Biographical Info

### Place of Birth

Unknown, said to be a Church in a landscape of scorching heat.

## History

#### Rekindled Youth; Fiery Rebirth

Cherubi is far older than the age she claims to be, having been alive for many Era's, however with each death she experiences a life she lived fades slowly from memory, the people she loved and the youth she had. Cherubi has perished thousands of times in her life, her forgetting her life and the experiences of each death is a blessing in disguise. To Cherubi her most recent rebirth was a hundred years ago but her life past then still gets recalled to her in faint memories and familiar places. Though her memories are exempt with each passing there are still things that she can remember even through her deaths, like faint dreams in the air she can occasionally pluck to look upon.

She knows of her birth, minor parts of it at the very least, memories of a scorching sun looking to engulf the world hanging over a church of golden pillars and celestial beauty. Within she lay, alone as an infant yet at peace, the suns rays acting as a mother bosom to provide her safety and nourishment, then the vision fades. Cherubi will never forget her birth with each life it lives, the significance of that event still blessing her soul with small dances from time to time.

#### Dreams of Fire and Sheep; Suffering is Folly.

Every night that Cherubi's eyes close she sees flashes of her past like the kindles of a fire bursting forth from the pit to dance upon the air, each memory as quick and fleeting as the fiery ash. She has dreamt of many things, some she refuses to believe and some she believes to such an extent she feels as though she was there in that moment. Through each blink into her past lives the same ideal remains, the idea she has upheld in each of her most recent lives; to embrace violence and suffering in the pursuit of easier times of peace and prosperity that are easily snuffed out again is folly. One should not die so that others may live, nor may others die for the sanctuary of one, this is not the way the world should eternally be.

Cherubi spends every life of hers doing all she can to bring forth change, to teach others to be accepting and loving of those around even should they believe they should not get it. Cherubi is not naïve, she is hopeful, she is very much aware of the cruelties of man and of the natures of those who refuse to change but Cherubi has always been a patient woman and her desire to see the best in all flourishes even should she face betrayal after betrayal.

#### Fenar, Will You Accept Me?

Cherubi's arrival to Fenar was less than a pleasant one, having been kidnapped originally for her healing powers to save the life of a less than fortunate peasant who couldn't afford medical care. Kidnapped wouldn't really be the proper term, she more of let the child of said peasant take her but it was still an unpleasant ride to the big city. There she tended to their dying father but there was not much she could do as curing disease was not something she was used to doing, she however did all she could to comfort the dying man and child. Afterwards she psuedo adopted the child and went about making her way through this new landscape with the help of her new child. This was thirty years ago, her adopted child now a full grown man and a member of the guard, though from time to time he will come to visit his 'mother' he spends most of his time away. Cherubi on the other hand has been hard at work making the city the best she possibly could, helping in the opening of a soup kitchen, working hard on the medical field and doing whatever she can to make herself useful to Fenar whilst also spreading her idealism and hopes.

#### I Forgive You, Can You Forgive Yourself?

   Cherubi has faced more than enough strife in her life, from people going behind her back, stealing from her, killing her and killing her friends and family. Each time she has forgiven those who have done it and given them a chance for redemption, however should they refuse to change she turns them over to the whims of justice, much to her dismay sometimes the only way to reform is to be kept from hurting yourself and others. Anyone Cherubi turns in to the law she will always fight for, doing her best to keep them alive and reform them, visiting them in prisons and social services, sometimes she even offers them a date at the local soup kitchens to catch up. Being who she is Cherubi has found a relatively easy time convincing law officials to let her do such things. Cherubi can always forgive those who have wronged her, however she cannot forgive them for themselves, she however will always try to help.

#### To Those I Loved, To Those to Come.

Cherubi lives her life now in remembrance of those in her life, every day living for those who could not live themselves, she lives in hope that their souls may someday see a better tomorrow. She participates in charity events, gives away her wealth to those less fortunate, refuses recompense for helping in mission [but gladly accepts gifted items] and even works as a priestess for higher for prayer and blessings. Cherubi does her best to live her life the best she possibly can with joy in every step and moment of her life, prancing with joy and treating the world with all of her love. She wants everyone to know joy and does her best to give her own joy out wherever she can.

## Magic

Cherubi is an innately magical creature due to her origins as not only a Aasamir but an Aasamir born as a phoenix, Cherubi has the blessings of both the sun and fire that she can wield to not only heal but harm, although she prefers to heal with her powers. She may also use the light in mystical ways to bind foes in place with celestial chains and various other powers she has yet to rediscover, no longer at her prime after her most recent resurrection.

Cherubi; although weak appearing on the outside when it comes to magical powers, Cherubi is much stronger than one may think, able to sacrifice a portion of the eternal flame that makes up her heart into a powerful burst of magical prowess. However doing so is painful and rarely does she desire such a risk, though sometimes she cannot help it as her emotions take over.

Mystical Abilities
 **Binding Melody** | Cherubi hums a quiet tune, chains raising down from the sky to entrap her chosen targets in shackles of pure light.
 **Phoenix Fire Song** | Cherubi raises up a finger and fires forth a feather of fire in a given direcetion.
 **Plume of Fiery Feathers** | Cherubi sings outwards, putting her heart into the melody as feathers fall from the sky into a targeted area, then once the song finishes the feathers all simultaneously explode.
 **Soulfire Manifesto** | Cherubi reaches towards her chest and slowly plucks a small ounce of fire from her internal flame, this fire white with radiance and pulsing with her life energy.
 **Radiant Lyrics** | Cherubi draws upon the sky as if it were a canvas, letting words flow free and art, humming the with each stroke of her fingers.

## Heart of Fire Adventures.

#### Slavers and Slayers

One of the first missions Cherubi took part of in a long while, she was accompanied by Alaster and Zulraja on this mission, simply going to retrieve some people who had been forcefully turned into slaves by some rather rude slavers. After some talking with the first batch and Alaster hitting a few too hard, Cherubi healed up the slavers, freed the slaves and continued onwards with the group. They found the rest of the slavers and slaves and Cherubi did her best to keep as many of the slavers alive however it seemed they had made a death pact and purposefully killed themselves much to her dismay. With the slaves free she got to know the slavers and grew close to the youngest of them, a fifteen year old known as Billy who seemed to have been forcefully put into this life. Being tender to him she promised him and the rest of his companions that since no one was dead they would probably end up with a more lenient sentencing and she would make sure of that. However during the night, Zulraja; whether through jealousy or insanity, decided to murder Billy in his sleep on a whim, leaving his scythe within the back of Billy as evidence of his deed. Waking up to the corpse of one she had found hope within, she destroyed the shaft of Zulraja's scythe and took Billys body away to a nice place to bury his body and mourn the loss of his soul for a moment. Coming back she found Zulraja once again having been a nuisance through shitting and pissing all over her tent, Cherubi simply burning the tent and moving on to turn in the rest of the slavers and get the slaves to safety.