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eiryel de'sanguine will you despair for the broken civilization? general info
appearance Eiryel is a curvacious lady of a short, five-foot-one stature. Her body boasts a lithe flexibility over strength, prizing agility over brute strength. Despite nearly being a century old, her angelic heritage keeps her at a youthful appearance. Looking to be just into her twenties, Eiryel boasts bright golden locks often tied into a neat bun on the back of her head. Sea-green emerald eyes shine out an impossible purity for someone of her birth, pale skin showing not a single imperfection. She often wears mock-modest styles, purposefully revealing and yet still somewhere within the lines of 'acceptable'. However they all tend to bare some kind of 'classy' fashion to them, her favorite being a personally styled suit of veils and white. Her wings upone manifestation are slim, much like a falcon's; though they easily reach above her head a good two feet and the tips nearly touching the ground. Like all fallen angels, they are pure black in color. personality
A 'child' who wishes she'd been born with wings of white rather than the corrupted black. Her naivety was stripped from her from the depths of her childhood, leaving her innocence being the only thing to blockade her into the depression that surely awaits with the denial of her existence. Eiryel, as a person; is an upbeat individual who tries extremely hard to be optimistic all the time. She's bubbly in that foolish and childish sort of way, treasuring each interaction no matter whom it may be with. She tries to fool herself into loving all those she comes across, her own silent need for companionship and acceptance weighing heavily within the depths of her mind. As such words affect her very easily, to the point of being either over-emotional or just plain gullible. Every action is taken to heart, everything is made personal; forced into her own clockwork world of 'morals'. It doesn't help that there is a complete shamelessness whenever she spots particular talents that could aid her or others. But in truth that is the girl who wants to be accepted, the persona she will play to fit in. Fiercely denying her own existence ever since she learned of the hatred for her black wings, Eiryel has no illusions of how others will see her the moment her wings are revealed. Her fearless standing is from a secret pit that doesn't really care what happens to her, her need to please others trumping any sort of fear that might shake her soul. That's why she can't take pity on the whiners, the ones who want all for nothing. She despises those kinds of people even though she'll claim otherwise. But her sympathies are easily found whenever she has found another like herself. Outcasts, 'declared evils', the wretched... Eiryel is the first one to offer her hand even if they might betray her. She protects and coddles those under her care, wraps them in her wings to give them some of the love that she never experienced as a child. abilities Darkness Manipulation (minor): Eiryel is capable of manipulating the darkness to an extent, able to create shadow spikes from large enough pools of darkness or ripping the shadows from the ground to form as eight-ball sized projectiles. She is also capable of creating a barrier from shadow, ranging from a frontal shield from just her own shadow or a round protection when surrounded by a woodland's amount of shadow. Of course, countering with light will render all of it as ineffective as a tissue against water. During the day, without very much of anything to aid her; the most she is capable of conjuring up is an extra bit of shadow-length to a slashing weapon. Light Manipulation (minor): Eiryel is also able to control light to a minor extent. Much like her shadow manipulation, she is capable of creating spikes from lamps or other sources of light. She is also able to condense light into eight-ball sized projectiles which tend to leave a cool little heat trail behind them. But, like it's shadowy counterpart; this magic is completely useless at night. Her only salvation would be a full moon's worth of moonlight for an few extra inches of blade length. At least the light is a pretty silver... Hexes: The joy of being a fallen angel is that Eiryel can actually use magic that most would shun at the drop of a hat. Since she is also able to utilize blessings, she tends to focus her hexes more on the healing side of things. Though, she has a very bad habit of using her own blood every time. Her summoning skills are... worse that a slug trying to swim. Her disguise is actually fairly detailed, her sight... well, it would be better to watch the news. Really. Blessings: The holy side of this magical rainbow, Eiryel's blessing delve heavily into physical buffs. Specifically she focuses on strength, endurance, and stamina buffs. Her protection blessing aren't half bad and speed tends to go with her strength in general... but it's never really a thought for her to try and up anything else so she never does even when people ask. Like normal, they only last a few hours at most. Fire & Electric & Holy Water Immunity Age Immortality (youthful) backstory Trigger Warning: emotional/mental/physical abuse, child neglect, imprisonment Eiryel's story begins before she was ever concieved. Her fate warped by her parents' irrationality and her mother's fall from grace from before her child was even close to being born. She was supposed to be the product between two angels, another feather to add to the pearly gates of Heaven. Her destiny would have been shining, glorious, filled with the love a child should have from her parents and family... If only she had truly been sired by an angel that was. Her mother was a weak-willed angel, pure as could be. So naive it was an easy thing for the unborn Eiryel's true father to manipulate her into thinking everything was okay. That her betrayal was just another of an angel's 'pure love', their 'special quirks'. So she never questioned it, never thought ill of the tainted spec growing in her belly. It probably wouldn't have mattered to the angel, she truly did love that darkness with all her heart. Even more than her respect and admiration toward her angelic 'lover' would give her credit for. Too bad credit was the least of her worries. He found them frolicking, an angel and demon; fraternizing- and in his rage he attacked. Eiryel was only a few months away from being born when her mother was sent on the run, her demonic sire protected them until they were ultimately seperated. By what, the child was never told. If he still lived, it was doubtful; but her mother truly believed he did. But that left the lone angel to grieve in her loneliness, her foolisheness nearly costing the unborn baby in her belly and driving her into hiding within the pits of the Earth-world. That mistake drove her into such a deep depression of self-doubt, it turned her wings black. Eiryel de'Sanguine, her last name her father's first; was born in a run down apartment within Hyder, Alaska. A child with wings as black as her mother's. She was her mother's spitting image, the apple of her eye, her precious little feather. But those feelings were not pure like a normal mother's joy, no; that sense of happiness was madness settling in. The reality Eiryel found herself thinking of as 'normal' before she ever hit the human age of ten. She grew up for ten years within the tiny aparment, her mother always telling her to never leave. Being the good child that she was, the girl obeyed; watching the world go by through a barred window. Entertainment did not exist outside letting her mother brush her hair or feathers, practice flapping, or making little figures out of the trash they never took out. Her food always looking off some days, her bed a series of discarded pieces of plush thrown together... She made friends with the flies who lived by the door. But there was always a little hint of curiosity, that itty-bitty question that her mother would gently repress each time with a cold firmness. Yet who could stop a child from their adventures? Her mother could. The woman had been so observant, that someway-somehow; she'd managed to iron-lock the door. A series of different locks disabling the curiousity of those prying fingers. The windows were all barred. And all the girl wanted to do was go out and play with the kids she'd seen walking down the path. That only made her mother more stern, more cold, more... dead-eyed each time the girl asked. She'd been given trinkets to try and calm her wanderlust, been given books and writing utencils to cast away the boredom. Having never attended school, Eiryel took to these new things like a moth to a flame. Throwing herself into these new brand new items of entertainment. Two more years she spent reading up the levels, practicing what she knew, feeling the glory of being praised with boney fingers. Yet they too grew boring after they'd grown too repetitive, until her mother couldn't keep up with the demand. She must have saw that too since she began to bring home other things, things from work she would say. Shining bits of jewels and silver. A make-up kit. They had fun detailing those little gems, messing around with the bits of face-paint. But Eiryel had to go and ruin it, she had to ask if they could go find some more together. The slap that threw her on the floor, the hand that choked the air from her lungs. Her mother's dead eyes stared down at her, not quite seeing her, all while silently whispering 'why, why' repeatedly. It was abrupt, the pain, this sudden turn. But it wasn't. If she had paid more attention, realized so much earlier then she would have seen the love in her mother's eyes turn to hate. The days she grew skinnier, her eyes more lifeless, the days she would spend staring off into the sunlight from the window... All the signs were there but the girl didn't see them. How could she? She'd never been around anyone but her beloved mother before. The betrayal stung. It burned and grinded and gasped for air just like her. Her mother wouldn't answer her pleas for forgiveness, wouldn't listen to her after she cried that she would never ask again. The world had been growing dark when there was a sudden loud thump on the door, the echo of voices entering the girl's fading conciousness. She woke again later in a strange place. A pure white room filled with so many things the child had never seen before. She remembers the nurse cooing to her, the doctor trying to comfort her, the child protection services standing side-by-side with the police with those eyes filled with nothing but pity. There had been something in the girl's chest. Fear? Sadness? Whatever it had been, it sudden dropped into the pit of her stomach, leaving her without even tears to cry. She asked for her mother, they only told her that she couldn't take care of her anymore. That she was very sick. Of course a girl who never got sick even after living in the place she did couldn't understand that reasoning. So she hollared and screamed and cried for her mother. She was never taught to hide, never taught that her wings were something horrible. So the moment when she began to batter the nurses trying to restrain her with them, they backed off immediately. They stared at her life she was a monster come to life. A red-eyed monster with a face full of snot and a pair of pitch black wings puffed up like some offended chicken. The medical officers were the first to leave. The police stayed with their hands on their suppressants, the services running away next. How long she held that staring contest with them, Eiryel simply didn't know. All she knew was that the moment the next person who walked in looked almost like her mother... and would turn out to be her worst nightmare. An angel. Someone who knew her mother. He claimed to be a friend at first, sounded almost like her mother if she'd been a man... That child's naivety is what threw her in the cage she lived in for thirty years. A prison. A hidden compound for hellish creatures like her to 'serve the greater good'. Only twelve years old the girl was thrown into militaristic forces. A collar marked her as one of many and her life was one that was in the hands of the state. The state, of whom; abandoned her to that fate. It was a literal hell on earth for a child who couldn't grasp why they kept yelling at her. 'Rehabilitation' they said, the law's eyes looked past sites like that so far out into the boonies. She met demons there, vampires, even other fallen angels though most of them had been of fallen heritage in the first place. Yet it was there that she made her first 'friend', a demon who was a few decades older than her. She protected her from violent tempers of the others, hung around the girl, and otherwise felt something like a second mother to the fallen. The interaction must have been enough to keep them both sane, on the good path of rehabilitation. That must have been why they were released so early. At least for Eiryel it was early. Forty-two years old and still looking so youthful, they sent her and those who 'graduated' into the ranks of the TRS. Some other being sent elsewhere to fill positions needed. And that has been where Eiryel de'Sanguine has existed for till now. A hunter working her way up the ranks, adjusting her personality to fit, creating bonds to both ease her loneliness and ensure they couldn't send her away easily. An apprentice, to a hunter. Five years after and she was an Elite. Still alive, her ladder only grew, extending up until she gained enough trust and enough people to depend on her to name her a lieutenant. Time is no enemy of her's, only fate's cruel games. misc
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