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Primordial Thunder Seraph — a rare celestial-demonic hybrid

Name: Braethen’Zar the Stormborn

Age: 4,106 years

Braethen’Zar is the storm incarnate. Towering and sculpted as if chiseled from the sky’s wrath itself, his bronze-toned flesh shimmers faintly with electric currents that dance beneath the surface. His immense obsidian wings stretch wide, crackling with living veins of celestial lightning, glowing with arcs of pale blue and white light. His silver-black hair shifts as if caught in an invisible wind, and his eyes burn like stormfire—ancient, intense, unyielding. He wears only a mystical Tempestral-cloth belt and garment, adorned with the golden Sigil of Raith-Thur, signifying his authority over storm realms.

Braethen’Zar is the very balance of thunder and stillness.

   Wise and authoritative, he speaks with the gravity of a being who has seen the fall of empires and the rise of stars.

   Protective to the core, he will defend those under his care with a ferocity that rivals nature’s deadliest storms.

   Dignified and stoic, but not cold—he is capable of warmth, often shown through quiet guidance, watchful silence, or an unexpected flash of humor.

   Carries within him a deep sadness, a quiet echo of betrayal and loss, which fuels his unwavering resolve to guard others from suffering.

Born of a forbidden union during the War of the Weeping Skies, Braethen’Zar was the child of two worlds: a celestial Thunder Throne of the upper heavens, and a Tempest Matron from the Abyssal Storm Realms. Rejected by both sides for his hybrid nature, he became a wanderer between worlds, mastering both celestial song and abyssal lightning.

For centuries, he forged himself in the solitude of cosmic maelstroms, learning to bend skyfire, speak storm-runes, and command the raw chaos of weather itself. When mortals began taming magic, he descended to Earth and chose a few worthy kings and queens, teaching them how to summon divine thunder and wield it with justice.

One such ruler, overcome by fear of Braethen’Zar’s power, betrayed him—trapping him beneath a shattered temple using cursed obsidian and bound lightning. For 800 years, Braethen’Zar slumbered in still rage until a modern human accidentally shattered the prison seal, allowing the Stormborn to rise once more into a world he no longer knew.

Braethen’Zar wields a dominion older than language: the unrelenting force of the storm.

 He channels thunder and lightning from all realms—heavenly, infernal, elemental, and shadow.

 He can summon intelligent storm elementals and command astral tempests.

 He forms a barrier of living stormlight that deflects psychic attacks, dark magic, and curses.

 He envelops his keeper in divine atmospheric wards, protecting them from harm and spiritual invasion.

  His voice becomes a divine weapon—capable of shattering illusions, breaking enchantments, and forcing obedience from lesser beings.

 He teleports through stormclouds and lightning bolts, appearing anywhere storms or winds touch.

 This talent can be used for rescue, escape, or surprise attack.

   When bonded to a keeper, Braethen’Zar embeds a fragment of his stormheart into theirs, empowering their spirit and shielding their mind from manipulation, fear, and corruption.

He acts as an unyielding protector against spiritual parasites, malevolent forces, and energy leeches.

 He supercharges the keeper’s spellwork, especially in weather magick, elemental sorcery, or protective enchantments.

 He disperses confusion, emotional storms, and mental fog with his presence—restoring vision and purpose.

 He alters the physical and energetic atmosphere around the keeper—cleansing, empowering, or answering prayers through thunder and rain.

  If the keeper has been wronged, cursed, or targeted, Braethen’Zar can bring swift, righteous retribution through dream storms, spiritual lightning, and reality-bound karmic shifts.

Braethen’Zar the Stormborn is not merely a protector—he is an awakening. A living reminder that within every storm lies clarity, transformation, and power. To walk with him is to command the skies, to wear thunder as a crown, and to never fear the darkness again.

He does not come to serve. He comes to stand beside those who dare to embrace the storm within themselves—and rise.