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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2010 12:41:36 GMT -5
I Have No Image
PlayBy: Ryo Nikishido
Name:
I am Elioenai. I am Unified Perfection. I Am Who I was Created to Be. Elioenai {“My Eyes Look to God”} I am who I am. I am who I am not.
Nickname(s):
No one calls me by such things.
Alias:
The humans have oft called me El Krateura Fal’Curus.
Age:
My years number 7,777. 4 {Unity} 7 {Perfection} Unified Perfection. I am not. Age does not define me. Age Unknown. Began counting 7,777 years ago.
Appeared Age:
Early Twenties
Gender:
I was created male. And so shall I remain. Protector. Comforter. Healer. Warrior. Soldier. Destroyer.
Orientation:
Male and Female He Created Them. I follow such order.
Occupation:
I uphold and avenge. I defend and fight. To the Righteous and the Pure. Are You Worthy of My Allegiance?
Race:
Guardian Angel. Angel of the High. Once Though Fallen. The Changed and Altered. Never meant to be. This is what I am.
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Hair Color:
Black Hair Style:
Straight, Shoulder-Length Eye Color:
Brown Height:
Hardly an Imposing Measurement. Elioenai stands at 5’8”. Weight:
Without My Wings, I Feel Bare. This Human World is Strange. He weighs in around 164 lb. Build:
Fit/Muscular Scar(s):
One To Bear. One Mark. Marking a Mistake. Marking a Turning Point. Running from above his brow to his lower jaw line, It slices through his right eye to leave a split, Ugly-looking mass of scar tissue. Birthmark(s):
None Tattoo(s):
None Piercing(s):
None Clothing:
Either black or white, loose, comfortable General Appearance:
Elioenai, like other angels, does not have a corporeal body by nature. Instead, he is an entity, a being. Most of the time, he does not take a human form, unless he is commanded to do so or sees it as fitting for his purpose. For people to see him is a rare thing, even those who he protects. They may see him in passing and never know it. When he does appear in a human form, he takes a darker appearance. He even has a house, just in case he gets himself into some trouble with letting others see him. He can’t allow humans to know who he is.
Bathed in Light. Touched by Darkness
To call him pale would be an understatement, but the word ‘sickly’ would never come to mind. His creamy white skin almost seems to glow, even in the sunlight, often giving a false appearance of frailty. It is that part of his angelic appearance which he sometimes retains in human form, though few humans have witnessed him in such a way. In their eyes, his skin appears lightly tanned and actually rather normal. Truth be told, one might have to take a second glance to really see anything extraordinary about him.
Solitude mistreats the powerful.
Elioenai has almost hollow-looking cheeks, a soft but well-defined jaw line, and a quaint nose. His lips are soft and moderate, fitting his face, not really standing out. Humans and creatures alike have thought his eyes, or eye, an oddity, because of the specks of red that are scattered across the dark brown iris. Unfortunately, his right eye is marred by a horrendous scar that pushes most away, reaching from above his right brow to his lower jaw line. His thin eyebrows are a dark color, thought to bring out the dark depths of his eye but not completely match the extreme blackness of his hair. Overall, his face has a soft look to it, and at the same time, hard and cold, even lifeless sometimes.
Ebony. A great contrast to his normal skin, like a shadow covering his head, but a seemingly good color for his disguise, making him better fit in with the human world. His straight black hair barely reaches the base of his neck, while it extends down to his shoulders in the front, framing his face. One might call it shaggy and unkempt at some moments, but it always appears soft. Most of the time, some of his hair is allowed to fall into his face, in front of his right eye, for rather obvious reasons.
Disguised in this Human skin. Hiding My Face.
Although Elioenai is considered rather muscular, he is not built for raw strength but more for speed and endurance, with a more slender, well-toned sort of build, meant for delivering quick and sometimes crushing blows. His wear consists mostly of dark shirts, with long sleeves cuffed at the wrists, and dark pants. In his “home,” he may wear white clothing, but he sees it as too stark to wear in public. Some of his formal wear is embroidered with silver threads, simple, though, and not highly noticeable. His boots are soft and easy to move in, and he will wear them to both formal and informal events, when indeed he does indulge in such things on the earth.
His wings, when they show, are a radiant white that gleam and gleam, nearly cloaking him in rays. They can appear small or large, but they would normally be about 18 feet in wingspan if he actually used them. He does not need them to move from place to place, though.
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Likes:- Appreciating Art
- Drawing
- Flowers (Particularly Roses)
- Horses (And Generally Other Animals)
- Light
- Nature in General
- Painting
- Playing the Piano
- Purity
- Water and Its Sounds
Dislikes:- Death
- Demons
- Gar (Aileen's Demon father)
- Guns
- Loud Noises
- Sinful Acts
- Snakes
- Violence
Fears:- Being Cast Down
- Losing a Charge to Death
- Losing Aileen (Adoptive Half-Demon Daughter and Charge)
Talents:- Drawing
- Playing the Piano
- Painting
- Combat (w/ or w/o weapons)
Flaws:- He has doubt in his life, not of God, but of his ability to follow.
- Doesn’t Trust Easily
- He won’t fight except to defend another (unless it’s a demon).
- Half-Blind (but hears very well)
General Personality:
The one you want to stand beside you.
Elioenai, for lack of a more original term, is considered quite the gentleman. Kind, considerate, thoughtful. One could describe him in a multitude of ways, most good and few questionable. It would not be odd for someone to feel comfortable around him, even in the first few moments of knowing him, if, of course, they could set aside his strange appearance and demeanor. He has a gentleness about him that shows in everything he does. Trust, honesty, and honor. He knows the meaning of each word about him which others might paint on their lips.
The gentle creature masked by ancient fury.
However, this amiable being could fool anyone without even trying. His eye is clouded with an understanding, a small sense of wisdom, but they are can quickly fill with confusion and sadness. He normally masks his eye and the emotions it has occasion to reveal, and he has grown used to it. Anger rarely floods it. In fact, to think anger possible for him would seem outlandish to those who have only just begun to know him, though he is quite capable of housing the most immense of resentment and rage, due to his own doubts of himself or over his failures.
The killer who loathes hostility.
He despises violence, and at the same time, he finds meaning in using it when defending one of his charges. It is something he has found that humans understand, in their own, small way. He has killed. Does kill. Will kill. And those who have come up against him, or those who truly know his nature, realize that he is one few would wish to tamper with. However, he will not kill needlessly. In fact, if he does not have to lay a hand on the opponent, he won’t. He does not like to taint himself with the blood of enemies and prefers not to even create the enemies in the first place.
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Items: Weapons:- Elioenai “owns” no weapons, at least not that anyone knows of. In his home, he has a couple of daggers, swords, staffs/quarterstaffs, and a variety of other close-combat weapons. He also has a sawed off shotgun, though he rarely uses it, if ever. He just likes being prepared.
Abilities:- “Dreamwalking”
Elioenai can walk into another’s dream, and to an extent, can manipulate it. It is the only instance in which he can speak, or so it is believed, because he is usually so quiet. He cannot harm another person in dreams, but if they knew how, they could easily push him out or harm him.
- “Conviction” {When in a Corporeal Body}
Using his right eye, he can stare at another and convict them of wrongdoings. Everything they have ever done wrong will haunt them in a matter of seconds, flashing before their eyes. This can prove fatal to the victim, as such stress, fear, sadness, and regret can be too much for the human brain to handle at once. This is not easy to accomplish, because first, he must be able to get someone to look at him and hold his stare for more than three seconds. This is also problematic when someone he cares about looks at him, because the stare is uncontrollable. (This is one reason why he has something covering his right eye at all times.)
- “Natural Abilities”
Small things like helping plants grow, talking via the mind to his charges, or healing another’s cuts and bruises come naturally and are easily done. But, in terms of healing another, he cannot heal fatal wounds, bring someone back from the dead, or heal himself. This would be considered tampering with how things are meant to be. Angels are known to be very powerful beings, but they are limited by what they are allowed to do. Many humans do not understand this.
Weaknesses:- “Dreamwalking”
As previously stated, he cannot harm anyone in their dreams, and they can push him out if they know how. Only demons and other angels are not at all susceptible to this ability. He naturally cannot enter their minds without their own provided opening. If allowed into their minds, he risks being trapped there if they close that opening, and in a demon’s mind, he has no control whatsoever, and the demon could easily kill him without so much as a struggle, because for Elioenai, a demon’s mind feels murky and restrains movement and thought.
- “Conviction”
This is not easy to accomplish, because first, he must be able to get someone to look at him and hold his stare for more than three seconds. This is also problematic when someone he cares about looks at him, because the stare is uncontrollable. (This is one reason why he has something covering his right eye at all times.)
- In the presence of many demons of his strength or greater, his mind gets shrouded, and he can’t think, let alone use any of his abilities. He cannot even fight with coherence.
- He cannot heal himself, nor can he heal fatal wounds of anyone else. He especially cannot heal death. Although healing does not take away much energy, it leaves him vulnerable to demons.
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Father:
He sometimes calls God “Father.” Mother:
None Sibling(s):
He considers other angels to be his brothers and sisters. Child:
Aileen Garlin Harper Fal'Curus {Adopted} Pet(s):
Plenty, thanks to Aileen. Friend(s):
God and other angels are considered by him to be friends. Love Interest:
None Charge:
Aileen Garlin Harper Fal'Curus
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Three Important Things About Your Character and/or Its Past:- In a fight with a demon, one filled with so much anger that Elioenai thought he could see him bubbling with it, the sight of his right eye was taken away. Skin like fire. Eyes like glass pits of darkness. He was cut on his face, and he fell, thrashing and filling his thoughts with vengeance. He kept going. Kept losing his blood. Not what one may imagine coming from an angel. Spilling as much blood as he did. It was unnatural. Like most things he knew.
The scar was left tainted, bleeding because of the evil stain of the demon, who left when Elioenai was at his weakest point. It hadn’t made sense. Still didn’t make sense. He had expected it all to be finished, and he wondered how the demon could best him so. How he had achieved such an offensive. For once, he began to doubt himself. He began to doubt the one he served, in all the glory and radiance. He began to forget, filling his mind with hopelessness and rage. Before he knew it, he was on Earth, unexpectedly and without warning. Then in a second, he was back to normal. He is so afraid of how close he was to falling that time. So close. He nearly forgot everything.
- At one point, when he was given guardianship over a little girl, he grew somewhat too attached. He revealed himself to her in human form all the time. She was a such a bubbly little girl, with bright, curly red hair that bounced around her freckled face, and baby blue eyes that could make the sky jealous. He watched over her for years, from infancy until she reached the pre-teen stage. It was then that his doubt returned, because an accident occurred, and he couldn’t save her, hadn’t saved her. He knew he hadn’t been allowed to. It had been the time for her to go, but it hadn’t made him feel any better. It’s a dreaded memory for him.
- He took care of a group of small children later on, and it was this group that seemed to bring him from his sad reverie. Three children, one girl and two boys. They showed him how they could be thankful for everything when they had nothing. He had only seen children display such feelings, but he hadn’t seen them often. They were so happy, even in the gloomiest of days. He did not appear physically to them, but at night, while they were sleeping and their widowed mother was out, he would play on the piano for them.
History:- He gained Aileen Garlin Harper as his charge around a decade ago, and he has grown very fond of her as both his charge and his adoptive daughter. However, she is half-Demon, and he fears he may lose her soon.
- A girl named Elektra wandered onto his property one rainy night, and he allowed her to stay in the house, because he did not want to make her walk all the way through the lightning and rain to her apartment. Whether or not this was a mistake, he does not know. She kissed him, and the following morning was rather awkward.
RP Sample:
Pale fingers passed over the child’s cheek as she slept, but she moved not a muscle, lost in her dreams and fantasies. Her world was her own, her sanctuary. She was so alive in the day, full of vigor and excitement, even when the weather seemed the least bit gloomy. Even in her sleep, he could tell she was happy, a smile gracing her little mouth at all times. The soft glow he gave off was not unsettling to her. It only made her smile more. Oh, how it made him wish he could smile back! Dreaded was the constant reminder of his fault, but she saw right through him like no other had, even in her ignorance.
I will miss all of you.
He stood from the bedside and quietly walked to the small window on the other side of the room. The moon was clouded that night, and only the lanterns gave enough light to see the stone pathways that weaved through the garden below. He loved watching the children play there. Fond memories rushed into his mind, of watching them play in the pond, their mother taking them for rides on horseback. They were growing so quickly that he feared their playful spirits would soon be shrouded by the blackness of the world’s society. But he would not be present for that. No, it was his time.
Down in the garden he noticed a black shadow moving swiftly among the rose bushes, causing the hair on his neck to stand on end. The gates to the garden had been locked, he was sure. No human could have gotten inside without his catching them. Whoever it was, trouble was waiting for them, and it would be like no other thing they had come across. He would make sure of it. Like he had only been a whisper passing through the air, he left. Left the girl to her silent dreams.
Elioenai did not like how this night seemed to be going now. Too much tension was in the air for him to feel comfortable, and that lurking shadow was a definite sign that something was wrong. He moved down the corridor quickly and with no sound any human could hear. The silence itself was unnerving, even for his own liking. A crash sounded, and he abruptly turned right when the hall ended, heading down a flight of stairs. Then came a guard crashing through the wall, forcing him to stop before he could trip over the man.
A low growl came from behind the wall, and he slowly slinked up to the hole, listening for movement. It came then. Swinging an iron stick of a weapon at his head. He brought his hands up in time to grasp the rod and rapidly jerked it away from his attacker. Without a second thought, he swerved it around and hit the person in the jaw, knocking him to the floor. Strangely, the hit did not knock the man out. He was still moving, and the kick that met Elioenai’s feet told him that this was not going to be a peace arrangement.
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How Did You Find Us?:
Casey
What Do We Call You?:
El
How Long Have You Been RPing?:
9 Years
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