Dark far side of the moon

[Eon]

Sariel
Eon  (mortal/fallen name) | Blanford's Fox| Male | Fallen Angel
Here in a sanctum long abandoned, Unto the tinder falls a spark
I have a holy call to answer, To be an angel of the dark

- Will usually go by Eon, his full angelic name is not remembered.
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[Eon]

So I will pray for death to take you
With my own cold and weary hands

[size=10pt]+ Charming | + Proactive | + Humorous | + Proactive
- Frivolous | - Clingy | - Cocky | - Rebellious

Eon is a bold individual. He will do what he wants without much thought of the consequences. He has a strong determination, and when he has his mind set on something he will rarely give up on it. His favored form of defense is to try and make friends with his enemies, or at the very least, distract them long enough to make his escape.

Upon first meeting him, he may come across as the type who can’t take anything seriously. He is very sarcastic and eccentric and at times a bit loud and obnoxious. He will often use humor to distract himself from other emotions. However, those who know him well may be presented with a more serious side hidden beneath all the feathers and fluff. Humor is not only used to mask other emotions however, he genuinely likes to goof around. He is a very carefree spirit and a bit frivolous. He doesn’t pay much attention to rules, which often leads him into trouble.

He can be a bit clingy as well; Fearing being left alone, he clings to any companion he can find. He is very loyal to his friends and will be by their side through thick and thin. He is super outgoing. He’s more than likely going to try and befriend anyone he meets. With a large fear of being left alone, he will likely cling to anyone who shows him just a glimpse of kindness. That being said, it may easily annoy others. He can also be very blunt at times, which may also tick others off.

He may seem to be oblivious to the dangers that reside in the world surrounding him, but in reality, he just doesn’t care. He’d prefer to have fun and take risks than be cautious and regret not having any excitement in life. At times he can be rather stupid, actually. There is a large likelihood that Eon will endanger himself at some point, and it may be easy for more cunning minds to take advantage of him.

Eon enjoys staying up into the late-night hours and having a good time. He enjoys singing, dancing, and putting on shows for others. His voice has been described as hypnotic-like, eerie, yet beautiful, like an angel. The last remnant of his past that still lurks with him til this day.  He loves sharing his songs with anyone willing to listen. [/justify]

[Eon]

And you'll arise reborn of ashes
Before the fire fades again

INVENTORY
Tarot Cards:  Eon carries with him a small deck of tarot cards, which he will often consult for advice. He typically only uses them on himself, but may read for others if requested.

Feathered Earrings:  Eon will often be seen wearing what appear to be decorative feathers hanging from his left ear. They are a shimmering silver in color. They are feathers belonging to one of his ancestors. He does not wear them by tradition and instead in defiance.

Moon Pillow: Eon has a crescent moon pillow he received as a gift from his deceased partner. It is made out of rabbit fur and stuffed with feathers from a swan. He sleeps with it every night. [/justify]

[Eon]

Close your eyes, fire must die
and I will reap your embered spirit to survive

  POWERS
currently None

[Eon]

Let us rest, never test the darkness
Keeping our own winter dream alive

  RELATIONS
Wip -

[Eon]

One chosen path
A silent, tranquil

Eon originated amongst the stars, in a realm inhabited by light and divinity - born an angel of the night - a light amongst the dark, hist original angelic name was Sariel.  The domain of which he ruled was that of the moon, cycles, balance, and the dream realm which he guarded against demons along with a group of angels that worked beside him. However, like the lunar entity herself - he hid a dark side that was shrouded in darkness- a far side the others could not see - yet it stirred for millennia, itching and waiting to be let out.

His family was known for their beauty, alluring charm, and ghostly voices. They referred to themselves as a choir and their vocals were very important to them. Instead of speeches, they would communicate in rhyme and song for important matters, or even just everyday conversation. Each of them ruled over their own celestial body, his domain being small and insignificant from the sun and the stars - thus rendering him and his companions underdogs. Yet - they were needed to protect the sacred dream realm where god and mortals collide. They were the guards against the dark subconscious, freeing the mind from its terrors and chasing away the demons who would dare feed on the innocent in their sleep.

Sariel would inherit these traits, and, despite his differences from his family always held them in high regard. In youth, Sariel was thought how to strengthen both his voice and elegance. As he exceeded his blood’s expectations, he was praised; and was gifted feathers said to come from his ancestors. Prideful angels from the past. They were said to guide him and gift him light on his journey. He crafted them into earnings and wore them on his long bunny-like ears. However, despite gaining favor in some ways, his frivolous and rebellious personality was always frowned upon - stirring in his brew of envy and hiding a pride that was caged somewhere in the darkness he dare not show. He watched, as his siblings gained the recognition he would never know the sweet sound of.

It wasn’t long until Sariel was off exploring other realms in his free time - forbidden places which an angel should never tread. Places his choir would never have approved of. They were pure, and the other realms were not, plagued with sin and corrupted by darkness. There was a chance of one encountering demons, the very beings his family defended against. One can imagine, that when Sariel fell in love with a demon from the underworld who shared similar darkness as he, it was not received well. In fact, his family sought out the demon  and killed them.
Of pure rage, Sariel would attack his father who had orchestrated the murder. He was merciless, soon finding him lifeless in his jaws. He had gotten revenge, but at what cost?

Once he was found out, the rest of the chior would chase him out. He was stripped of his divinity and cursed to live life as a mortal, as a fallen angel, with little linking back to his past except for the silver feathered earrings that still remained upon his ears. Sariel now has a hard time remembering his past. Inklings of his divine past seep through his memory though he suffers from partial amnesia. In short, he knows he was an angel and what his duty was but for the most part, does not remember specific events or people from his past.
 

[Eon]

End without the purging fire
Fade to black like our desire

MISC
- wip 

[Eon]

Timeline

January 2022

Hide away, they say, cuase we don't want your broken parts

March 2022

Because admitting isn't fixing

Remember the people who were close to you

In the very house she was raised in

Home is where the heart is I've been told

June 2022

The devil in my reflection

Dare to beware

I want to feel weightless

Please break my shackles, I want it to stop

I've always felt so drawn to the sea, so deep and wild and free

December 2022
Voyage of an Angel

Save me if I become my Demons

Close the door and open the window