| Relatives | Mateo y Sofia Delgado (Parents) Diego Delgado (Grandfather) |
|---|---|
| Languages | English |
| Aliases | Eden |
| Marital Status | Dating Yuzuki Mori |
| Place of Birth | Trujillo, Queru |
| Species | Garou (Galliard) |
| Gender | Unsure |
| Height | 6'2" |
| Eye Color | Hazel |
Ash “Eden” Delgado is a player character in Chains of Rage, played by Manu. Ash's life, for lack of a better term, is complicated. Complicated financial situation, complicated immigration status, complicated love life, complicated ex-partners... it has left our poor Galliard in a bit of a bad way. Now, come! Let's dive into this painfully sorry story.
Physical Appearance
Our little wolf here is a handsome sort, and boy, does he know it. Standing tall at six-foot-two with truly Gaia-given genetics, his physique appears to be in excellent condition and his face is no different. Precise jaw, medium length hair that falls just perfectly... you'd have to be blind not to see the appeal!
Personality
Who are you asking about? Ash or Eden?
This Story Is True, In A Sense
Gather round, children! Let me tell you a tale. One of few triumphs and many failures. This is the story of how our little flame turned to ash.
As a boy, the torch was passed from country to country. With it, our little flame danced along through the borders. But what's this? The country they traveled to didn't much like this torch's carriers! And about... six years or so later, they got rid of them! The carriers of course. The torch stayed, and with it, our flame. The torch was passed again. First, to a homeless shelter. But it burned too bright, and they couldn't cultivate the fire! And so it was passed again, to a woman who tried. But it burned too bright for her, so she left it behind. We'll come back to her, this woman. She takes on quite a journey of her own! The torch lit a fire when it was tossed away, igniting a garden filled with apples and sin. The flame picked up an apple and took a bite, before finding two more to join him in his arson. From this, our story is split in two.
The flame grows and grows, and people begin to worship it. It gains love and adoration from all sorts. A beautiful man, filled with magic. A young woman with a taste for blood. And... an odd sort. All drawn to the bonfire! The panache! THE CONFIDENCE! THAT IS TRIUMPH! So the fire sang, and it screamed, begging for more to listen. And yet... no new faces came. Only the torch. Our little flame. One that only the odd one truly saw behind the arson, if only for a moment. The odd one had their own problems, not fit to take care of our little flame. Neither the bloody lady, nor the magic man. And so, when the flame burned too bright inside... it consumed someone it shouldn't have. And the torch extinguished. The little flame goes out. The roaring fire goes out. All that remains is Ash.