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The tips of Argus’ claws are actually extremely hot, though he is capable of controlling their temperature. This makes it possible, and easier, for him to tear through tough surfaces and foes as he tends to melt them on impact.

While his sword can do that for him, sometimes it’s not the best weapon for close-quarters combat.

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Argus does not recoil at the disgusting reaction from the small thing. Instead he dips his head down to get a good look at the creature, though the angel stood tall as a statue.

       “ I’m unfamiliar with this ‘Darkin’ you speak of, but I’m led to assume they’re of demon-spawn. You, too, look akin to those fiendish things; though you are quite small --- perhaps a goblin? “

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The yordle spits on the ground aggressively, disgusted by the sudden appearance of this.. thing. Too bright, too many wings, too showy. It’s hideous.

“Pwe! Get out! Your failure of imitating a Darkin image dishonors my presence!”

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       “ My homeland was like a palace. It was beautiful and brighter than the radiant sun. Gold and marble adorned every building and Heaven’s angels were adorned in gold and silver armor. “

Argus trails off into silence, his powerful voice seeming to fall off the edges of the universe and into the vast expansion of space. He sighs fondly, the faint smile evident in his words.

       “ Demacia reminds me of home, though I suppose this is my place of belonging now. I wish my sister could see this, she would have loved their gardens of lilies and sunflowers. “

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                                     The Splendor That America Was

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* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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While Argus may be seven feet tall in height, the thing is that he’s actually athletically built for his size, rather than being outright muscular or buff. He’s meant to move quickly and swiftly, and he’s not built like a tank. In fact, he’s more of a fighter or assassin rather than anything else, and while he’s able to keep himself alive through sheer will alone, it leaves him open to devastating blows and attacks.

The one downfall would be if someone managed to figure out how to stop/kill him, or if they managed to remove his wings. Removal of his wings proves painful, excruciatingly so, and it’ll definitely cripple him in more than just flight. However, if one manages to lodge his blade through his chest, he will go into an almost comatose-like state of being and ‘die’. His body will slowly turn to ash and embers, and the eternal holy flame will burn with the sword. That fire, and sword, are the keys to resurrecting him, but it serves as a grave reminder that even guardian angels can die.

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THE BASICS: Name: Aragnius Argus Nicknames: Ar | Harbinger | Radiance | Hope Species: Angel

PERSONAL: Religious beliefs: Heaven & God Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary goals in life: Protect those he serves & find a way to control the corruption. Languages known: All Runeterran and ancient dialects. Secrets: Argus may have been the first creator of holy fire, but it wasn’t created entirely out of pure light; what he doesn’t tell anyone is that its fire-like properties come from the fact that it was holy light purifying hellfire and his sword absorbed it and morphed into what it is today. Quirks: An unbreakable will to help those he serves. He has nothing to fear and nothing left to lose, so he will happily charge into battle by his lonesome if that’s what it would take.

PHYSICAL: Height: 7′0″ Weight: 253lbs Scars & birthmarks: Argus’ wounds have all healed in battle, but he does have one scar that never healed which is located on his back in the space between his wings; it’s a nasty claw mark from his fight with the demons and the skin beneath it pulses with a golden glow. Abilities & Powers: He is capable of super speed and super strength, but he also has personal healing properties. Argus is capable of emitting high-frequency sounds or extremely bright lights to both deafen and blind mortals, but he’s also capable of flight. He has control over holy fire and can change any parts of his body --- this includes changing his height, weight, etc. Restrictions: Argus can use his radiance to heal others, but this comes at a price: he will take their wounds and injuries on his own person and will not be able to heal them himself.

FAVORITES: Drink: Alcohol: spiked lemonade. | Normal: tea. Pizza topping: Extra cheese. Color: Gold. Music genre: Mixed. Book genre: Action & Fantasy. Movie genre: Fantasy. Season: Winter. Butt type: He doesn’t have one. Swear word: Frumpledink (he learned it from some Noxian, probably) Scent: Lavender (reminds him of his sister) Quote: Their wills I’ll shatter, their dreams of conquest I’ll destroy!

FUN STUFF: Top or bottom: Switch. Sings in the shower: Yes, and it’s beautiful. Likes bad puns: Yes, they amuse him. Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic / Good / Gray / Evil Build : Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Overweight /Other Favorite food: Sweet food. Theme music: Tomorrow We Fight

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                  && -- the angel whom I saw standing on the sea                   and on the land raised his right hand ---

                                                                            --- to Heaven !

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