Endora Island

Username: Aleksandr Kerensky

Name: Aleksandr Kerensky, Sacha, Angel of the Oracle Souls, the Last Oracle
Age: A child during the Armageddon, his age spans approximately 15 000 years.
Race: Oracle
Species: Nephilim/Seraphim
Class: Last remaining Oracle. He is a sage of wisdom and power and a Protector of and for the Five Gods.
Sex: Male
Height: 6 feet even
Weight: 155 lbs
Hair: Ghost white, flared, medium length
Eyes: Ghost white pupils.
General Appearance: Wearing a lower facial cloth to mask his small fanged incisors and scars running along his jaw, he has perked ears and a pert nose. His voice is rough and deep, but soft and sympathetic. He has no other scars, and no defining marks. His wings are something of a metaphysical projection that appear from under his shoulder blades and as a result, small slits lie in the back of his clothing to accommodate for them.
Clothes: Aleksandr wears only the simplistic of wears. A cloak bound under leather wraps around his torso for protection. His facial mask hides his some more distinct physical features, but covers up to his nose. He wears flexible leather-like pants and boots made of Oracle-carbide shanks and plates. His polished shoulder guards cover down to his triceps and are very flexible.
Items: Carrying nothing more than his person and clothing, Sacha has found little to no use for any material possessions aside from the pendant of his mother, kept underneath his clothing.
Weapons: A large double-bladed scythe and the Book of the Gods always accompany him as weapons, as well as two braced arm-length blades situated on an arm guard.
Alignment: Aleksandr is the Protector of the Gods, and as a result, is nothing more than a guardian. His will and alignment are the will of the Gods.
Deity: Aleksandr is in eternal servitude to the Ancient Gods who destroyed his peoples.
Occupation: Money lies irrelevant. Food, existence, and all it entails are provided by the shrines.
Companions: Nil
Attitude: Although at first glance he appears indifferent and emotionless, he is a deep thinker and has seen much occur. As a result, he prefers to see how things play out and not always act in brash manner. Although cold and calculating is in his field of action, most of the time he deals with scholars and intellects who seek him out. He is most willing to teach.
Abilities/Powers: With the innate ability to fight without fatigue, fail or tactical error, he is the perfect killing machine. At the same time, he is a learned individual who can read and write any language, solve most any problem and converse to the Gods. He is immortal and has the ability to form Spirit Wings by taking soul energy and converting it into bio-matter. As well, the realm of Alchemy is in his abilities as well.
Weaknesses: Although immortal, he is not invincible to his head being removed from his body. As well, if the Gods find his presence a problem, his existence can be removed.
Languages: All known languages are known, both ancient and modern.

History: "Mama? Mama?", he cried.
Silence. The awakening child, swaddled in wrappings, began to climb out of his cocoon of sheets.
"Hello? Anyone? Please? I... I'm scared...", Sacha beckoned into the dimly lit mouth of the cave.
He looked backwards and saw only smoke and burning fires below the plateau. He pulled the wrappings around himself to stay warm and cautiously entered the mouth of cavern.
"Help me please. I'm lost, anyone, hello?" He soon realized he was alone.
He recognized the cavern. He had been here before once when he was a few years younger. It was the oldest shrine his peoples had ever built.
Something was calling him. He knew it was not his family, but they might be able to help. He wandered in further, tracing his fingers unknowingly along the symbols of the ancient language of the Gods. Upon turning a corner into a vast, open room, 5 glowing souls were standing around a table, looking at little Sacha.
"Who... Where am I? Do you know where my mama is? Can you help me?". The young boy was hoping these five great spirits would be able to direct him the right way.
A darker individual reached out and grabbed the boy by the arm and pulled him towards the table, sitting him on top. The boy began to cry, frightened and unable to comprehend the future that he would soon lead. The Eldest, white soul moved toward Aleksandr and comforted him, much like his mother.
"Shhhh, my child. Your mother is asleep forever. But you, you will always be awake now. You will be the someone very special to us, to Endora, and most of all, to your mother", the eldest Goddess spoke soothingly.
"Mama is gone? But-", the boy was beginning to fall asleep again, but he fought to stay awake. "Can I see my momma? Why am I special?". He yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Your mother made you special, and this gift she gave you, we-", The new mother closed her eyes and shed a tear and said, "I will make sure that you stay safe. Your mother is gone now, but she made sure you would be safe. She loves you still very much. But quiet my child. Sleep". She stroked his thin hair and cradled the young boy in her embracing arms. She rocked side to side until the boy fell asleep.
She scanned her delicate fingers across his back and raised out the boys wings. She shed more tears. To think this young boy in less than four hundred years would be the last of her greatest creations.
Aleksandr’s existence was originally to end with the fall of the rest of the Oracles. But due to the last humane effort and the wishes of the Eldest Goddess, he was spared. Tortured mentally and emotionally for the better part of two centuries as he watched the rest of his race fall into the shadows, he became a recluse in the Shrines of the Plateaus. Being sought out by the intellects of each era, he has learned much about the modern world and has taught much. But with the call of Dairyu Onikun, Aleksandr has decided to leave his nest and seek outwards knowledge of this threat.