Name: He's Italian, They don't do names backwards. Fero Benson
Age: 32
Personality: He is seemingly a very calm and peace-loving indvidual, but he can slice you up with that same kind-herated smile still plastered across his face. He is backed by a righteousness unknowing of strayed thoughts, unmoving in it's purity. He does not so much strike you at once however. He prefers the role of secondary attacker, treating it as a battle much akin to games some children might play, taking turns with there strikes, if only for the very first move.

He when speaking has an incredibly formal and very heaven like mindset. Calling alll his brothers and sisters under god, and finding pity in his heart for the demons of hell as he knows shinigami and hollow to be despite what others might try and tell him.
Apparel: He wears his deep red hair long, mid-back in length and tied behind his head in two ponytails ,one made of the hair from the back and sides of his head, and the other, about 4 inches above that made from the hair on top of his head. both terminate at the some part of his back so the hair on top of his head is considerably longer then the hair under it. His preist-like robes are dyed a crimson red, it has a white inner lining that holds several pockets filled with various everday items. Underneath his robe is donned a black skin-tight bodystocking and made out of 45% Kevlar, representing the biblical meaning of 45 preservation, with a matching color of black steel-toed boots. He wears a rosary around his neck, most times it is tucked underneath his robe, and adorning the outer side of the ankles on either of his boots is a gold and platinum gildred Cross.




Name: Wing of Archangels/Cherubim/Seraphim
Effect: Fire Metal Conversion
Weapon: wings used during various stages*listed decriptions below with manipulation types gained during diff wing forms all previous manipulations carry over to higher stages.
Stages: 3 Stages/ Mastery level 3.
Stage 1 Wing of Archangels:
Wing of Arch Angels (beginning)
Description: From his left shoulder blade forms a wing made seemingly of flame. It is somehow a solid fire however and as it burns pieces will fall away and form lump of a strange orange metal. The wing is very large measuring 9 feet at full deployment, though seemingly lightweight. The fires are real and will burn on contact. the wings are semi-liquid fire making them only semi-useful in blocking attacks made against Fero as they are not a completely solid surface until made into one with Gabriels metal.

Gabriels Metal: The flames when they are removed from the main wing solidify into an orange metal, when they drip it is a pointless lump, however as it is used by the user, they can mold it before it hardens into a plethora of weapons such as a set of small throwing knives, to even full length blades as long as the user pulls enough flame away. It uses portions of the wing to form each weapon and the wing will deplete over time and need to be reformed to keep at full mass. Though it cannot be reformed until fully depleted
This form allows it to form a multitude of different sized weapons meaning no two types deplete the wings as much. I'll show through a unit system. The Wing itself has a total of 50 units, each weapon it forms minus a certain amount of units. He can form any weapon but these are just a wide range for use as a scale
Buster Sword, 50 units
Spear, 30 units
Sword 10 units
Gauntlet, 1 Unit Per
Kunai/Knife, 1 Unit per
Buckler, 25 Units
Large shield, 50 Units
Arrow, 3 units
Bow, 10 Unit

Rapheals Pause: The user can cause the wing to deliberately drop pieces of it's flame, however instead of instantly solidfying they will remain as a flame. They can hold the form for 2 posts by the user before they must solidify. When solidified they can be formed by the users will. Each rapheal pause piece is made of a 1 unit.

Stage 2 Wings of the Cheribum:
Description: This forms two wings, this time of a deep blue flame metal. Each wing is denser and is made of 75 units. Despite their density and there being more then the previous one these can dispell there excess weight by what has been deemed a holy gift of flight, in reality the user hovers roughly a foot from the ground while they have these active. The only other gained effect is that attacks made with parts of these wings with created weapons is that they are much stronger then they once were, desner and yet while still only wieghing 5 kilos able to hit with the striking power of 10 kilos.
Uriels Barrage:
Fensake will hold the wing in a desired direction and a salvo of metal solid arrows will begin to fire from it slowly depleting the wings mass and shooting into anything in their path. As is obvious, this attack uses all the wing material and lasts a duration of 1-2 posts by the user. Afterwards the winds are gone as the fire has all been depleted.
Zerachiels Call:
This Ability allows him to call back and reabsorb units of his wings that were used as weapons etc and form them back into the wing rather then waste them entirely and need to reform the wing several times in combat.

Stage 3 Wings of the Seraphim:
Description: As one can guess this forms not one or two wings but a full fledged six wings. Each wing is made of 100 units total. Two sprout from his shoulder blades, two others from atop his shoulders, and the final two from the sides of his legs. These wings burn with the very fires of gods wrath able to burn any reishi that is not also infused with spiritual power(in short swords and weapons used by others are fine, to be clear that means spiritual bodies are also unaffected.) instantly. Attacking directly with ones own body is foolish as these fires are nearly 1200 °C. The flames burn an almost perfectly clear orange. These wings allow him fully fledged flight and mobility

Remials Song:
This is an ability with, to many, no value in battle. This uses units of his wings, 1 per every three links of the chain he makes, to re-attach broken soul chains to bodies that they belong to. While trivial for combat it is a way of giving the gift of the Lord Ressurection upon victims of hollows and by decree of The Holy Pope himself he may only use this to re-attach the souls of children or those slain by hollows.

Micheals Wind :
Gained quite a bit late into the game, this is the form of Shunpo equivalent gifted by the lord upon Fero Benson. In reality this is what many call the technique of blur, he has gifted it with a personal name based on the Archangel Micheal simply to fit his own tastes, and likewise because he is able to perform blur only while using Seraphim.


Background: He was l;eft in front of an orphanage at a highly young age, barely even old enough to crawl, and taken in by the orphanage as was their solemn duty. In that orphanage he grew up to love the word of god and to always bow his head in prayer at supper, to always pray before bed, to always helpthose in need, whether they be, to use the extreme word his caretakers used, heathens, or likewise god-fearing christians.

Fero never really agreed with the word heathen, but as a child he could notargue against his elders for they as faras he had been taught, spoke the word of god whom they spoke to every night before bed as he did.

He led a very normal, if somewhat sad life as an orphan, but he never felt sad himself, it seemed more so it was others who felt sad for him. For as his friends were all adopted or left him at the proper age he was always left behind in every line-up. Always considered a worse choice then one other child or another. His caretakers began to fear his cheerful smiles were a way of hiding his hurt and once spoke to him. They asked if he was truly okay with never being taken, not even by the families who asked to see him alone in the room where they could get to know the children on an individual basis rather then in the line-up outside. Typically when brought in there you would leave with that family but the families asking about him always left him and took another one of his friends away.

His answer shocked many of them, and would reach the ears of a traveling priest of the Vatican in laters years of his life.

"Every night when I talk to god, I ask him what it means to be truly righteous. I never hear him speak back to me with words, but in my mind I see the faces of all my friends, smiling when we play, or sad when they see other children leave. In my heart I know god is telling me that to be righteous is to give them what I may have but cannot have so that they may. I give them a family so that they can be smiling, and in each one I see leave I feel no sadness for they have received a blessing from god. That which cannot be bought, stolen, or ever truly taken. Love."

The caretakers of the orphanage, awed by so self-less a child, several of the nuns having actually come to tears asked him then why he did not wish for this love he so easily gave away.

"I do not give away love, for those that leave, my friends will always hold me in their hearts and prayers, as will the mother and father who wished me to be with them. I have the love of so many that I cannot so truly claim it for myself, I must give of myself to my brothers. As the Lord has done for his."

They questioned him no further, truly admiring the greatness of his heart and every day assuring him he was destined for the greatest glories in heaven. And so his life would continue until one fateful day when a man in black robes came to their door grievously wounded. He spoke of demons as they brought him inside.

Fero, now a man of 17 years assisted with attending to the mans wounds, having spent so long at the orphanage as to become a member of it's staffers by right if not title. He was always with the younger children pushing them along to new parents with a nudge and kind word on their behalf. He had taken a bit of skill on in the department of first aid and helped with the mans wounds. The man shrieked only once during all the time he was treated. However he seemed more urgent about a strange stone he carried. It had glyphs covering its surface and he insisted it flowed with a holy power. None of the other nuns or priests could feel this holy spirit, but Fero felt the barest tingle.

The man demanded of them to be sure it mae it's way to the Vatican, and be given to the popes hand and noothers on the entire trip. when told it could wait he roared at them, claiming rank of an unknown section of the Vaticans faith heirarchy. Not a cardinal nor a father, nor even an alter boy, but a Principality. Something Fero knew of as a member of the three spheres of heaven in certain religious beliefs. The priests and nuns thought him only temporarily insane, first speaking of a holy stone and then this non-sense and administered morphine to put him to sleep. Fero however was sure that this man was not insane, for those wounds had not been left my mortal hands, they were of a dark nature. One Fero would not let near a stone of such purity as this if the man wished it.

That night he spoke with the man, the Principality of the Archangel sphere as he claimed, and learned of the mission that must be completed for the sake of the Vatican itself. Demons of hell were planning to assault the Vatican, this stone was one of many that had been created to prevent such a thing. A stone of warding that would eradicate any presence of demon within miles of it. However it must be completed first, and only the pope had the holy power great enough to mold the stones vast energy into such a task. As it was now it attracted all nearby demons with a frenzy.

Fero left that night, garbed in the mans robes which somehow no longer showed a sign of the gash that had been there the night before. He would make his way east towards the Vatican city, merely an oceans crossing, but the man had forbade him such travel and told hi to remain on foot where he would leave nobody around to be harmed by such an attack as he had received. Fero would follow those orders, regardless of how much more treacherous his journey could become because of it.

He stuck near the coasts, day and night going and resting in due course so as to make the best of his legs ability to keep going with mere catnaps to power them. It took nearly a fortnight, but he soon entered the Vatican city. With his Entrance came a sense of foreboding, one he would not understand until the impact from behind crashed him literally through a wall. He groggily looked back out from the place he had come to rest, a grocers shop with the grocer looking down at him in confusion, and then horror. He did not understand reasons behind this until the demons face, bone white and devilish loomed into his view. He made to push himself up, but could not. For the hunk of wooden plank stabbed through his right chest held him fast.

The rest of his memory was for the time a blur, he clutched for the holy stone held within his pocket, grabbing it as if it could somehow save him, and then felt his body surge, and saw the wood stabbed through himself. In this blurred memory he remembered fire, but one that felt of the power held within the stone. The power of the Holy Father. The Demons scream, that too was remembered. Adn then the blacking out as a man in robes like those he now wore stalked towards him and then came at a ru to catch him before he fell to the ground completely.

He awoke later, finding himself in a bed so plush that he had a moment of struggle to lift himself up into a sitting position. As he glanced about the room his eyes cam to rest on a man bent in a chair not to far away, the back of the chair not reaching even past the small of his back. His back was to Fero as he spoke out.

"What is your name? Young man?"

"My name? My name is Fero Benson. Or so is my Given name, for I did not know the parents with whom the true one may rest."

The mans shoulder bounced once or twice before he asked another question.

"Why is it Fero Benson that you do not know of your true name, and that you cannot ask it of parents who must surely love one so righteous?"

"I do not know my true name for I am an orphan left to the care of priests and nuns. I was raised and helped many find homes so that they may know love, for I have all love from them and others I need, and they must recieve gods greatest blessing as well."

"Gods blessing? You mean the love of a family? How is it you have no family yet say you have love such as that that you give to others it so freely?"

Fero paused for a moment, wondering what this conversation was about, and who this man was.

"For those I give such blessing on the lords behlaf are my family, brothers and sisters all sons and daughters of the lord flesh. I have their love of me. I need no more then that, but will give them more then I ever could need because I love them as well."

"Fero Benson, then if such is true, your family is those whom you give love of others to. For their love is one of family, as is the love you give them. For such to be true then the name they know for you of Fero Benson is indeed your true name, given to you by his holy Word in ways unqiue, but surely by the Lord for he allows you such blessing. Your true name is Fensake Benson, and from here after the Lord word shall defend this claim."

Fero seemed perplexed, wondering nopw even more who this man could be to so easily say that such was gods decree. ensake for true did say he gave blessings of the lord, but never said he spoke for god so directly as this man. He was about to protest the mans forwardness before the stone he had carried was held out, to him now seeming lifeless and devoid of holy power.

"This stone was sent for with the promise of Principality Maxim to bring it home, when he was reported dead, slain by demons, we feared the worst. Now we do not fear the worst for it fopr it no longer is something to be feared for. Gods holy power has left this stone and entered into you so as to save you from that demon in the market. Do you know why that is Fero Benson? Why holy power would so readily control itself and become part of your own inner divinity?"

"No sir, I am afraid I do not, and you should know that no one can speak so easily in place of the Lord. For only the pope himself can ever think something such as that truth, for he speaks directly with the Lord daily on the behalf of all."

The man ignored him for the moment and spoke on.

"God saved you for you are meant to serve him longer then you would have if not. This stones power gave you second life and you must not waste it. You shall serve under the highest authority of the lord on earth and honor the loss of Principality Maxim. You will be trained to wield your gods divine gift andrecognize it's holy importance."

The man turned, Fero mere moments from ripping this man from his chair for speaking as if he were on level with the pope, stopping Fero in his tracks. There sat the pope, wizened eyes watching him and his look of astonishment and then apology as he dropped to his knees with his head bowed.

"Forgive me father, for I was not worthy enough to say such things. I have doubted you in all your glory I am forever unworthy of looking upon you. you grace me by not having me silenced forever. I shall lay eyes on you never again until I have repaid you for my insolence." He stopped as a hand rested atop the back of his bowed head, no doubt he could have continued.

"If that is your wish, but by my decree you will follow the gentlemen outside and they will show you to your new life under Gods gift. As a member of the Sphere of the Vatican. You shall protect the world with Gods gift."


Fero did not raise his head until he left the room and was met by two men in black robes. They took him to the headquarters within the Vatican city to be trained in his power. His peaceful heart attuning him more to learnign and historic cataloguing, he was assigned to what they called the Principality sphere, and from there would go on to become a very successful partner for many missionary journeys as they were called across the world.

14 years later he would still be so kind-hearted, and just as he once said he has yet to lay eyes on even the feet of the Pope while in his presence for he believes his debt has not been repaid for doubting him. He in reality serves in the ranks of the Commitee, watched over by members hidden within the church. He is a fool playing to the beat of the religious drum without realizing he is simply a global pawn.
Side Note: He is a bible thumper, it's both practice for a D&D variant game i'm gonna play soon and cause it's how i designed him in the first place so if I start mixing religions by mistake or seem to be mistepping outta the catholic mindeset stereotype NUDGE ME ON IT!



Adept Human
Strength: 50
Speed: 30
Endurance: 20
Dexterity: 30
Intelligence: 30
Powers Control: 40

Stage One Release: Archangel Wing

Strength: 80
Speed: 60
Endurance: 50
Dexterity: 60
Intelligence: 60
Powers Control: 70

Stage Two Release: Cherubim Wings

Strength: 160
Speed: 120
Endurance: 100
Dexterity: 120
Intelligence: 120
Powers Control: 140

Stage Three Release: Seraphim Wings(..uhm..i'm gona go with no change to the points for now..i believe i'm the only guy with three basic stages)

Strength: 160
Speed: 120
Endurance: 100
Dexterity: 120
Intelligence: 120
Powers Control: 140

Total:
RP Sample:

So let me just say 1, you have not applied to be a category 5 human. Therefore you would not have category five human stats. As for stage 3 bonus points...we dont have one so yeah just no added points works out well otherwise people will try and abuse this by coming up with 32 stages each with bonus points. We drew the line at 2.

Now you have far to many abilities...Not that I have anything against these abilities they seem fair enough, you still have far to many. I like the idea with the liquid metal and all and I would love to see that used. However do note if you use all the metal in a weapon, the wing is useless for defensive purposes.

As noted you would not start with Level 5 human stats though with his skills I do not see why he could not be approved with them when he applied in the correct place.

Stage 3 does not grant bonuses though I must say that you are the second. Not the only. To have a stage 3.

As for his abilities I find I must disagree with your assessment Lotus. He only has 2 abilities per stage. Which leaves him with a grand total of 6 abilities.

Technically however he only has 4 abilities. A few of his abilities only explain further what he could do with the wings and were given a name. Allow me to explain my thoughts on this.

1.) His ability to manipulate the liquid flame/metal.
2.) his ability to call the used metal back to him.
3.) the ability to ressurect children and those slain by hollows
4.) His version of blur.

Skill one and two merely seem to have many abilities because he gives a more widened explaination on what they can do and what their limits are. I find this application to be in great condition other than the fact he added his stats into it before applying for them in the correct place in the human organization list. Which btw Fen. if you do not want to join the org yet still want a level 5 character put your position that your applying for as Rogue and ask to be level 5.

To summarize this character only has 4 actual abilities and I find that to be well within the allowed number for as I recall it is 3-4. If you wish to argue about this I can bring up my character Sharu Kitsugi who has 3 abilities yet can do hundreds of things with those 3 skills. This case is no different than her own. He merely added the extent of what his powers could do where as she did not.

Double approved. ^_^