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 Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 4:56 pm
[Note: this is only here temporarily until we get an old subforum repurposed for OC side story, etc. ]
The purpose of this thread is to record the history and side stories for my OCs. This will mainly pertain to Caelen, and Lunette to some extent. This is a read-only thread. Please refer back to this thread for any future question regarding my OCs in the RP.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 5:05 pm
Caelen: Brief History Overview
In the earliest days of the world known as Gaia, the goddess for whom the planet is named had five children whom she sent to the planet to guide and tend it. They haphazardly created whatever they saw fit to satisfy their overwhelming, unending curiosity. Humans numbered among the insignificant mortal beings that the children of Gaia could have cared less about. Their creations were far more interesting in their eyes: dragons, minotaurs, centaurs, elves, and much more. But among the oldest were angels and demons, beings who were not mortal, but not quite gods either. Among the oldest of the demons are the twelve originals, known as the First Born. They are the elite among demonkind. While most of the First Born’s names have been lost to history, a few are still known. Hell Warden numbers among those twelve originals, being the keeper of the very pits of darkness and corruption itself. What few people are aware of though is that a solitary Elite lives and walks in the mortal world on a consistent basis, destined for a far different path than that to which he was born. According to the agreement between Ciro, the leader of the angel armies, and Hell Warden, demons may only have limited access to the world of mortals, being mostly restricted to their desolate ethereal realm of fire and brimstone. Demons do make contracts with those on the mortal plain from time to time only to amuse themselves with the trickery and destruction of individuals, but this solitary demon is quite different.
Caelen Evernight knew from the very beginning of his existence that he was completely unlike the rest of his kin. Where they were loud, destructive, and cruel, he was quiet, gentle, and helpful. Perhaps the biggest difference was that he possessed a true ability to love others, seeing beyond himself. His tendencies to be soft-hearted often earned him nothing but scorn and humiliation from his brethren, regardless of his Elite status. As time passed and Caelen’s power grew, the almost childish bullying became all out torture and hatred toward the one demon that could not bring himself to be evil. Humans had advanced enough as a sentient race to have a system of beliefs and be aware of the greater powers that ruled their vast world. A priest at one of the many temples dedicated to the goddess Gaia had a dream one night about a demon that rejected his birthright and became a great warrior for the heavenly realms. Upon awakening, the priest knew it had been no mere dream, but rather a vision, a prophesy sent to him. All such prophetic dreams were recorded, regardless of how absurd they seemed, and this one was the most refuted and criticized. The general consensus was that the demons were all far too devious and corrupt by nature to ever be anything but evil. Thus the prophesy was lost to mortal history.
Some among the immortal plain, however, did not forget. They saw clearly how Caelen perfectly fell into sync with the prophesy of the ascended demon, and grew ever more fearful and full of hatred. Caelen already possessed far more power than even the rest of his Elite group, though he refused to use his power a great majority of the time. It mattered not though. The others knew that if he ever turned against the ranks of Hell with all of the power at his disposal, demonkind would be decimated, never to return. A plot was laid to rid Gaia of Caelen after the war between Ciro and Azreal was ended. Hell Warden, being the only other demon that had learned about morality and justice, saw fit to alert Caelen to this assassination plot. It enabled Caelen to escape into the mortal world, where he would spend many centuries running from both his kind and humans who feared and hated demons. Life on the run was mostly solitary and lonely. Becoming too attached to others put them in danger, for they could easily be used as bait or leverage. Realizing this, Caelen made a point of trying to avoid civilization for a long time, mostly keeping to uninhabited mountain regions or desert wastelands where no one would ever travel. However, even Caelen felt the desperate need for a connection to someone. He ventured back into occupied territories again but cautiously, never revealing his presence except to the very few he singled out after much careful observation. Even then, he sometimes missed the mark and would be chased out of town by fearful mobs who did not understand him. On occasion though, he would find a friend. Once a person stopped running from him long enough to actually have a brief conversation, they came to find Caelen to be a very trustworthy, caring individual, all other factors aside. He tried to help others where he could, though his role in events was not always made known to those he helped.
It was in this way that Caelen first came into contact with the mystical warriors of light known as senshi, and ultimately began his role in the shaping and preservation of the future generations on Gaia. Venilia, seemingly a poor flower girl at first, was the first senshi Caelen met. In his association with her, he came to know the other warriors and fought alongside them in the war against the powerful dragoness sorcerer and traitor, Melinda. The war was long and grueling, the casualties ranking it among the most deadly wars Gaia had seen. Fighting against fully grow dragons that were being controlled by Melinda was no easy task, often requiring several warriors to work together all at once to defeat a single dragon. Caelen went up against one of the male alphas, Zephyros, alone. The dragon was half mad under the strain of the Melinda’s mind control. Caelen exerted every ounce of his strength to bring down the mighty beast. He began to realize though, that the best course of action would be to break Melinda’s hold on the dragon rather than to kill it. While it pained Caelen to inflict unending pain on others, he never the less used his poisoned demon blades to cut deep into Zephyros, causing the wind dragon to fall to the ground in agony. This opened a window for Caelen to use his power to restrain Zephyros. Once restrained, Caelen was able to talk the sense back into the dragon. The tides of the war changed then, and the senshi were able to defeat Melinda and her armies. Caelen parted ways from the senshi not long after the war, vowing to put his blades away and not engage in war unless it was a matter of the world’s existence. He hated to kill anyone, but just as unforgivable to him was to hurt someone continually. The weapons belonging to the First Born had poisonous barbs that, when they pierced flesh, would leave a wound that would take a very long time to heal, but would leave an ugly scar and would cause great pain for the remainder of the wounded one’s life. If Zephyros hadn’t known it at the time, he soon would. His wounds had been caused by those poisonous barbs on Caelen’s blades. He would forever suffer the Demon’s Bite.
After that, Caelen began to wander aimlessly again, losing sight of any point or purpose to his life. His own kind continued to try to hunt him down to kill him. Ever he wondered why he was bothering to run away from them. Why not just give in and end his long existence? No one would ever truly care for him anyhow. What moral person could love a demon? Those thoughts grew ever more prominent in his mind as the years passed. In truth, Caelen was teetering on the brink of giving in to his depression when he felt himself being called by an ancient rite. Figuring he’d give things one more go just for laughs before he finally let his kin catch up with him and string him up the way they so desired to, Caelen answered the summons. He had no way of knowing that in answering that solitary plea from a group on young people, he was about to see his life do a complete 180 as he came to protect, look after, and befriend the people who would have the greatest impact on his life. By accepting the deal with BFAA to protect the people of Barton, Caelen gained the one thing he had never really had but always yearned for: a family.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 5:37 pm
History: Caelen’s Greatest Shame
While it is true that Caelen Evernight, demon butler to BFAA, despises his covenant mark with a passion, this is not his greatest shame. He never speaks of it, but a moment of cowardice is his ultimate black mark. As Azrael began stirring up trouble between angels and demons, it became more apparent that a war was coming. The two factions would be hard pressed not to fight it out to determine who had ultimate control. Both sides gathered their legions as the days of war grew ever closer. When the day of first battle arrived, all the ranks of Heaven and Hell charged into battle. All but one, that is. Caelen was a no-show.
Very few demons on Azrael’s side of the war noticed or cared that Caelen was nowhere to be found. A few hoped perhaps he had been among the first brought down. The war continued on. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and still Caelen was absent from the battle. A few demons of higher rank had finally noticed his absence and wondered if he had followed the prophesy, betraying his kind. They searched among the ranks of angels in battle, expecting to see Caelen shoring up Heaven’s legions. It was pointless. The odd demon was nowhere to be found on either side.
The truth of the matter was that Caelen had fled from the war, never even getting into a single skirmish. He retreated high into a far mountain range, taking shelter in a vast network of caves and hoping to wait out the war in solitude. What was he supposed to do? He was created as a demon, but he never lived up to the reputation expected of his kind. Whose side was he supposed to take then? If he fought alongside his kind, it would make him no better than them. If he supported the angels, what would they think? Would Heaven’s ranks have even wanted him on their side? In all honesty, Caelen was afraid of making the wrong choice, so he avoided choosing sides all together.
Like all wars, even the battle between a fallen angel and those loyal to Heaven could not last forever. With Hell Warden striking down Azrael and making a fairly decent deal with Ciro, the war came to a close. Caelen received word of the war’s end through his trusted silver owl companion whom he had sent out to gather the latest developments on the war. With the war over, Caelen came down out of the mountains and wandered the fields near a small village located just below a hilly area where a castle stood. Now Ciro, who had angelic scouts keeping an eye on things all across Gaia, knew that Caelen had fled from the war. This solitary demon had always behaved quite differently from the rest of his kind, as Ciro had observed. The high angel could sense the good in Caelen. He approached the lone demon as he wondered that field, lost in his own mental and emotional struggle.
“Caelen,” Ciro calmly called out the demon’s name.
Caelen stopped in mid step and stood still for a moment, staring at the ground. He knew it was Ciro standing several paces behind him and not one of his own. Caelen did not particularly fear Ciro. He just wasn’t sure what to say. Slowly, Caelen turned to face the high angel, slightly apprehensive. Ciro’s expression and voice both remained neutral.
“You missed the war. I’m curious. Why did you not take up arms and fight?”
A few moments of silence passed. Ciro was hitting right at the heart of the issue, and Caelen knew what Ciro was doing by getting straight to the point. Cae sighed in defeat and spoke quietly.
“I was afraid. I was a coward. I couldn’t make a decision. If I fought with my own kind, it would only serve to turn me into the demon I was created to be. It wouldn’t gain me any respect from my peers though. If I fought for the angels, my own kind would double their efforts to get rid of me. Besides, what angel would accept assistance from a demon? So I ran away like a coward.”
Ciro regarded Caelen thoughtfully for a moment.
“You ask what member of the host of Heaven would ever deign to accept assistance from a demon. I can tell you in all honesty that I would have gladly accepted your allegiance had you come to me. I am well aware of your unique characteristics. No demon besides you has every truly cared for anyone outside of themselves. You see those in distress and naturally want to aide them. There is an uncanny purity in your soul that does not resonate with the typical evil of demon-kind. Cowardice? It’s debatable. I think in many ways you are still trying to discover just who you are and where you belong.”
Caelen scoffed.
“I think you are being far too generous. If I had helped you, who knows how many of your troops might have been spared? You might have even defeated Azrael without the intervention of Hell Warden. I can’t help but to feel that my lack of participation caused more casualties that could have been avoided. How can I even trust myself to make the right decision next time? Perhaps I should just stay out of the affairs of the immortal realm all together.”
Ciro shook his head sadly. Caelen was still missing the point.
“It is not our place to speculate on what might have been. What is done is done. You will only torture yourself with dwelling on what might have been. Even if you do try to avoid entanglement in immortal affairs, I think you will still find yourself caught up in the troubles of those who live on this earth. It is in your nature. You cannot avoid life, Caelen Evernight. In endeavoring to avoid something, we often stumble upon the very thing we wish to avoid in the first place. I must go now, but know this. If you should decide at any point to let go of your insecurities and take a chance, I am here. As long as I lead the angelic ranks, you will be welcomed as an ally,” Ciro said with no small amount of conviction.
Caelen stared down at the ground, listening to what Ciro said, but not fully believing it. He doubted himself far too much. The light sound of fluttering wings broke Caelen out of his brooding, but when he looked up, he was alone once more. He stared up at the sky. It was a perfect summer day, playful white clouds dotting the sky. A single white feather drifted down from the heavens. Reaching out, Caelen caught the feather. Rolling the quill end of the feather idly between his fingers, Caelen continued to meander through the field, pondering where his life would lead him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 9:45 pm
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