Zeranthine

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🜂 THE BLADE-TOOTHED DIVINE

“Perfection is pain. And you taste like mediocrity.”

Titles: The Blade-Toothed • Culinary Seraph • Flaw-Taster of the Choir State

Affinities: Light (Fractured), Sliver (Glitchbound), Fire (Divine Ember)

Mask Potential: Oracle (corrupted), Beast (subsumed), custom: The Gastronomer

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☉️ CHAR BIO — Zeranthine ☉️

Race: Fallen Seraveth

Age: “Long enough to roast prophecy itself.”

Origin: Flame-Tongue of the High Seraveth Temple

Status: Rogue divine | Relic-consumer | Culinary demigod

Appearance: Flawless symmetry—until he speaks. Gilded organ-pipe spine. One wing, malformed.

💀 POWERSET & MAGIC 💀

Magic: Divine Egocraft through culinary lens

Signature Spell — RAW TONGUE: Weaponized flavor critique. Can rupture soul resonance if aimed properly.

Combat Style: Spiral + Radiant stance hybrid, modified for plating precision and butchery

Techniques:

⛧ THE INNER THREAD ⛧

Archetype: The Judge of Palate • Saint of Scars • The Divine Butcher

Personality: Furious refinement. Grace laced with threat. Speaks only in truths—or tastings.

Likes: Rare ingredients. Devotion. Precision under pressure.

Dislikes: Choir doctrine. Blandness. Wing’s improvisation.

Relationships: Wing (his divine experiment), Choir State (excommunicated), Flame-Gods (ambivalent)

Secrets: Cooked Kaelvyrn’s final meal. It sang.

Fear: That perfection is void of flavor. That he is.

Motivation: Plate the divine. Devour the false.

Zeranthine does not love Wing—but he reveres his existence in the way one might revere a mistake that turned out to be divine. To him, Wing is both failure and proof: the one prototype who slipped the blade, who drifted past the lab doors mid-simmer and turned culinary resonance into a religion of motion. Their bond is twisted—Zeranthine sends recipes like threats, critiques like scripture, and sometimes watches Wing’s televised cook-offs in utter silence, hand trembling over a cleaver. Wing, in turn, treats Zeranthine like an ex-lover crossed with a health inspector—daring him to show up, to flinch, to taste what he’s become. They orbit each other like two stars in a broken oven: seared by the same flame, but never cooking the same dish.

🜠 CHARACTER CARD 🜠

✦ Divine Butcher • Palate-Judge • Culinary Heretic ✦ SURREAL HORROR | SENSORIAL MAGICK | METAPHYSICAL GASTRONOMY

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☾ QUOTES & LINKS ☾

“There is no afterlife — only the aftertaste.”

“I will plate your potential. Or flay it.”

“If my name still lingers on your tongue... swallow it. Or I’ll cut it out.”

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🖼 GALLERY / IMAGE BOX — Drop divine kitchen renders or relic dishes here