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Galia Amadeus
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overview
Amadeus
Born to Vincent, a human father, and Corvella, a devil mother, Galia & her brother Orion lived as close a life to the modern "average" as cambion children could receive up to the age of 13. The twins developed wild powers as they aged as a result of their heritage. Neither were told to suppress or ignore their powers - only conceal them. Those outside of the family could never witness their powers. Their natural questionings were ultimately unanswered by their parents, the nature of their mother a mystery to both of them.Orion, the more obedient of the twins, followed this instruction to a fault. Galia, like a foil, struggled with the mandate. Her lack of understanding with the nature of the family's origins combined poorly with the expected bullying of the twins' school years. For a long while, Orion protected his sister, and became more familiar with how to restrain his strength; Galia, relying on him then, grew detached from the lesson of control and moderation.
There came a day in which Orion was elsewhere, chasing down his education. That day, when the domineering pack of sneering teens came, no one knew. Humans never would.Their broken bodies were found in rafters and stalls, charred and unrecognizable.
The school never uncovered the culprit; in the years to come later, myth spread, grieving families sundered. In the moment, however, Galia was harshly reprimanded at home. Corvella's heart had skipped a beat before pounding out of her chest, and Vincent spent the time trying not to vomit; they both knew that their daughter's outburst would be a flare in a forest.On their 14th birthday, they received "gifts" in the form of weapons. Galia was granted twin revolvers, through which she could channel her power. Orion was granted an axe and a cannon held like an RPG; while not a true version of one, when Orion channeled his energy, it functioned alike. That same night came the cataclysm of their lives.
Swarming demons rendered the home to a pile of rubble like fat cooking in a pan. Their parents' fate was ultimately uncertain; Orion had taken Galia and fled with her into the wilds, brimming with fear. His sister, stunned, pled to stop and go back, but neither one did.Travelling together for the next year, there were very few times in which the vagrant children spoke about what happened. Bittersweetly, they found a freedom like no other, wandering the world with the aim to survive; to human society, both of them were dead after their estate had been reduced to cinders and sparks. Yet, the ache of their loss burned deeply; many days came where neither wanted to continue, and yet could do nothing else.
After three months, Galia had continued to refuse her part of the guilt. The children, still, had not been told what they were; she continued to lean into these powers as the twins' journey dragged on. Though Orion hesitated, he, too, began to familiarize himself with his strength. Like the school, this served as a lure for the demonic; over the next seven months, they would repeatedly run into devils and demons, and Orion's first choice was to run. Galia's rebellious nature and forming independence led her to pull away - to go toward the Hellish and clash against it. This hesitation and lack of agreement led to argument after argument.
At the terminus of their clashes lie the fateful day in which Galia succeeded in slaying a demon. Tasting its blood, something in her irreversibly changed. That night, she abandoned Orion.For years, Orion searched for his sister, fearing the worst. He only picked up a trail at the age of 17, three years later - only to find someone he could not recognize. Galia had become crass, rude, and violent, falling unabashedly into bad habit and destructive tendencies. She indulged as she pleased, clothes more often stained with blood both human and demonic than not. The caring, if aggressive, sister he'd once known had vanished into mist and smoke; their reunion was short and unproductive, Galia uncooperative and giving lacking answers. She'd storm out and abandon him a second time that day.At 20, they met again. Galia had grown worse. Obsessive. Lunatical. By this point, her life had been consumed in megalomania, bloodthirst, and addictions. Again, he attempted to question her; after six years of fighting off the fiends hunting him, Orion strengthened his spine, making an obstacle of himself to prevent Galia from storming out like she had three years ago. He wanted answers, but moreover, to live with his sister again, the last living remnant of their family. As abysmal as she had become, Galia hesitated still to harm him. Some questions of his were answered, including the truth of the twins' nature as a result of Galia's research as part of the hunt, but her patience quickly zeroed out.
Then was their first proper fight. By its end, Galia swore that she'd slaughter him like the rest if she saw him again, and sped away once more.Five months came and went. At the end of the fifth, Orion tracked her to a quiet clearing, away from the city. A demon's corpse lie in the clearing, embers of green and blue still twinkling. Fresh. Galia ambushed him then, attempting to follow through on her threat from near half a year ago, yet finding herself unsuccessful. Attacking him was like taking rocks to a brick wall; Orion's counterstrikes were powerful. Slow as he was in comparison to Galia, he only needed a few strong blows to render his sister unable to continue. Knowing her limits, Galia begrudgingly peeled.Her obsession grew further. Its scope included him now, going into hiding. Despite enduring the same torture and living similar lives, she couldn't omit his image and behaviors. Orion had continued to search for her despite her attacks and the attempts on his life from the Hellish, and it baffled her. His kindness choked Galia; some piece of her thoughts acknowledged Orion her better, his perseverance and social acceptability becoming a source of beguiling jealousy.Their dynamic shifted then. Both of them started looking for one another; Galia sought him out to kill him, whereas Orion's reasons remained unchanged. Orion became yet another mark for Galia, whereas she became yet another assassin in his eyes. To see her in such a way hurt him deeply; he struggled to come to terms with what Galia had become. In the fifth year, it maddened Orion.One final clash led to a complete and total meltdown from the brother, at long last.
Screaming and sobbing, Orion cried that his sister had become heartless. Every swing of his axe could sunder steel, and crimson explosions rocked the city quadrant; evacuations took place as her viridian flames and lightning countered. They were even in strength; Galia relied on speed, whereas Orion relied on durability. What ended the fight was the moment in which Orion's frustrations peaked, body and mind wracked with pain; he released his weapons and went directly for her, the unexpected burst of speed allowing Orion to grab hold of her and unleash a decade of rage. As her face caved and her breathing faltered, she fell unconscious.She awoke in the care of a medical professional. A friend of Orion, safe only by the virtue of Galia's inability to move and aware of their nature. That friend helped Galia survive until her natural healing factor could recover the damage from Orion's meltdown. For another year, her brother never appeared before her. She stewed over its duration; were she on her own, she may have continued to hunt him down. Only the company of the friend & doctor continued to peel her shell in the aftermath of her near-death, and through this eventually-mutual friend, Galia began the road to recovery from her addictions and later uncovered the truth of what made Orion so different. His single wish; the desire to have her back in his life.The second year, Galia was the one to request his presence. This was the first time in a decade in which they spoke with any kind of civility; Laine, the mutual friend, helped facilitate the conversation. Though they have much to work through still, at the present age of 27, the two returned to speaking terms, and have been seen fighting together rather than against one another on rare occasions.
Impulse.This alone is nearly what defines Galia. A rash, irrational, wroth woman, Galia's instinct is to pull the trigger first and question later. The Hellish have come to fear this attitude on account of her sharp senses and keen awareness of their behaviors, her life dedicated to the hunt since childhood.Galia is not a woman of virtue. Fighting dirty, she readily undercuts anyone in the way of the eradication of Hell itself, occult or civil alike. She and cruelty are regular companions, armed with a vindictive nature.
As a cambion, Galia naturally boasts a physique dramatically improved when compared to the normal human. Compared to Orion, her primary weakness is durability; she relies on blinding speed and blitzing strength. Hellish energy helps her regenerate from wounds otherwise lethal; her power manifests as green & blue flames and black lightning. She wields oversized twin revolvers, each engraved with depictions of foxes with emeralds embedded in the eyes. Double-barreled & chambered in .700 NE, these weapons would obliterate a normal human's wrist.Both twins are capable of transformation, further empowering her abilities. Galia takes the shape of a lithe, agile demon, skin blackened & wrapped in a viridian exoskeleton. This armor flares wide from her thighs and forms heavy around her shoulders and legs. Her hair hardens into a shell, two prongs leading sharply back like the ears of a fox; it braces her neck, the corners of her mouth stretching far back to form a maw befitting a demon. An armored tail extends from her spine, helping her maintain balance.
In this form, Galia produces a paradoxical amount of energy; it generates faster than she can dump it shy of extreme measures. Her demon form is resultantly a master of attrition, never exhausting. Yet, this is also a threat; when she wishes to transform back to her regular state, too much energy can result in damage & organ failure. Though she can regenerate, too much at once could kill Galia.Apart from charging or expending energy in rivers of bullets and cataclysmic explosions, adeptly able to manipulate the energy to blast herself through the air and form jets from her revolver barrels, Galia has learned how to manifest "images" from Hellish energy. These images often mirror her movements in some way, though can move completely independently in tune with her desires. Such images often only appear while Galia is transformed, resultant of how much energy they require.
Height of 5'8.
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