Art by  Zempy3 and  Queenbup

Height: 5'11
Weight: 128
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 14th, 1998
Sexuality: 99.99999% Straight

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When a person makes a wish, has an idea, aspires to be something or someone, those little aspects of the universe pool together.
Virtues, they came to be known, are the manifestations of the world’s conscience and desires that take on corporeal forms that are
living embodiments of themselves. A mark becomes present on the body of their physical form, appearing on their back, their hand,
their leg, growing across their body as their power increases over time, appearing as a tattoo that makes them distinct.
When a Virtue takes on a form, they never recall their past life, merely restarting to experience the world anew. Sometimes, a
Virtue would maintain the same personality and body from before. Resplendence continues to take on the form of Enchant and
Enrapture’s older cousin, while the two of them take on the form of male feline twins. Resentment takes on the form of predators,
currently they are in the body of a shark that has fled her home. Despair constantly clashes for control of a single body with Hope.
The other Virtues continue to do so.

Xion Archaeus is the current embodiment of Fidelity; the faithfulness to a cause or belief demonstrated by continuing loyalty and
support. Virtues have an unconscious hierarchy, a personality worship they present frequently. Fidelity follows the concept of Duality
in every incarnation. Xion Archaeus is no different. Dark furred with wings whose feathers are tinted with silver or blood, and power
over the Red Wind of Fire.

His memories are scattered, like a life he doesn’t remember keeps being relived in the dreams of the night, of fiery passion and
searing pain, reflection of a monstrous being of the dark with eyes red like spilt blood and wings that either burned or bled.
He remembers the story of the Red Duke, an avid crusader and might warrior, betrayed by rival nobles while on crusade and
died and buried; only to return as a Blood Knight that slaughtered all he had sworn to protect. The Red Duke had believed in the
doom of mortality, a fidelity to the transience of life. Many Virtues had fallen from grace at least once or twice in their existence,
some more so than others. Fidelity’s Fall was the most bloody, and when the Red Duke fell, his influence had already tainted the world.

Perhaps Xion’s dreams recount the tale of the Red Duke for fear of an ancient prophecy, of the world bathing in red from the destruction
wrought by a Bloodstained Angel.
For now, Xion’s more worried about what to eat for tonight.

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