Name: Erias Rashnaf (taken from Taalia Rashnaf with Ama's permission!)
Nickname: Eri
Gender/Pronoun: he/him primarily, but doesn't really care. Gender? Couldn't know them. He just likes how ‘he’ sounds. Earth terms say he's agender.
Age: … what is time, exactly? (Earth would put him at ~1367)
Birthday: Does his perception of time translate? What is a “Day”? (he'll deal with this once he gets to Earth)
Sign: (Optional)
Gemstone: (Optional; follows your zodiac sign)
Fav. Food: He likes any meals cooked as a group. Hot pot invites will get an immediate yes from him.
Hated Food: He struggles with instant anything.
Occupation: He's an alien here. Erias doesn't really feel like he can “occupy” anything. Those on Earth may eventually think he'd be a good Medium.
Hobbies:
Fortune-telling - Whether runes or cartomancy or tea leaves or reading clouds, Erias has long taken up looking at the world around him and looking for signs in it to help divine the future. At least, insofar as one can actually tell the future to any capacity. He will love tarot after arriving on Earth, and the concept of numerology will be very exciting to him.
The Art of Tea - It forces his focus on the present. After being told for years that he had been so stuck in the future that he missed the problems he could’ve maybe controlled–he couldn’t–finding a small thing that forces his focus into the present and is measured and sensory based is perfection. It’s grounded in rituals as his people were. Gongfu Cha is particularly fascinating to him.
Astrophotography - The night sky looks so tremendously different here than it did on Uruk. It’s something that he thinks in itself is beautiful, and he would like to share that with anyone who is interested. One of the humans introduced him to Instagram and TikTok, and from there his views of the night sky in his particularly stilted way of seeing the world are unstoppable.
Virtues:
Perceptive - Erias is good at seeing through the murk. People make sense to him, events fit together, and he can be alarmingly good at doing the guesswork of where events may fall. He does a fairly good job of putting pieces together, and may even make observations that make him seem like he has more information than he should. In reality, he just pays very close attention to everything around him and is very good at pattern recognition.
Calm - Never too loud, never too bold, always measured. He doesn't talk very much except when around people he cares particularly much for, and even then it takes a bit for him to warm up. His words are always said with a purpose, never excessive unless he feels more are needed to communicate a topic. He is not given to flights of elation or rage unless something truly exceptional happens.
Agreeable - Did you invite Erias to go on a walk? Absolutely, he’ll go. These days, it’s hard to get him to disagree to much of anything. It’s a way of making up for the failures of his past, truly. If someone needs him, he’ll be there. If someone wants him, his arms are open. He finds action, even simple agreement, easier than the agonizing inaction that his foresight once required of him.
Flaws:
Worrier - Everything will go wrong eventually and he has no reason to think they won't. His life to this point has proven that all correct, and this new planet he's ended up on hasn't exactly disproven much. What is meant by Chaos directly influencing people now? How has this somehow gotten worse? Does he chew his nails? No, but sometimes he wants to.
Apprehensive - He's ill-at-ease in general. Not to be mistaken for refusal–when he knows he needs to act, he will–it makes him think that nothing that seems good will stay that way. Something that seems good on the surface may not actually be. It links into his general perceptiveness in a way that makes him nauseous; every time this apprehension is proven right, he gets harder to convince to come out again.
Unnerving - As mentioned before, Erias can seem a bit… weird. Strange. Not quite right. Even to his own people, there was an intangible air about him that made him difficult to approach and caused other people to avoid or shun him. His footsteps are very quiet. His motions are very quiet, almost too quiet. He can seem very eerie! It doesn't help that his history gave him an almost unnatural foresight he believes he still possesses. Being seemingly able to anticipate the worst has him remove himself by default and speak of dark paths others may not wish to hear.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eyes: His eyes are deep dark blue.
Hair: White, fluffy, kept relatively short.
Face: He has a relatively rounded face with a smaller, flatter nose. His eyes are monolid.
Skin Tone: Humans would say he has vitiligo. His base tone seems to be a darker tan, but increasing splotches of a pale whiteness are spreading throughout.
Body Type: He hasn't been doing terribly much over the past millennium, so he's not exactly muscular, but a lack of access to much either has resulted in a thinner form. As he gets access to more proper nutrition he will fill back out! His stature at 6’6”/198cm makes this particular build look a bit spindly. He feels spindly in it; the height gain was later in his growth.
Clothes: Once given access to human clothing and not scraps from his planet, he's mostly going to dress like A Dad. Sweater vests, cargo pants or comfy slacks, and button-downs or t-shirts are all game.
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Senshi: Sailor Uruk, Senshi of Anticipation
Uniform Color:
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(Honestly going to shove this at Ama as a mostly CC project, as far as uniform goes!)
Attacks:
Sailor Senshi Attack: “Premonition.”
Uruk’s eyes emit a faint, steady glow as he fixes his gaze on his adversary. For a brief moment, the target experiences flashes of what is anticipated to happen—missteps, near misses, and incoming danger just a heartbeat too late to react to. Their movements become subtly delayed, as if they are always half a second behind the moment they’re in. When the duration ends, players may choose to keep lingering effects such as unease, second-guessing, or mild anxiety.
(Uses: Thrice per battle.
Duration: 30 seconds
Range: 10ft radius around the target. This effect influences other adversaries in the radius, but not allies.)
Super Sailor Senshi Attack: “Overwhelming Foresight.”
Uruk does not move—only his eyes glow a little brighter. The adversary’s mind is suddenly filled with too many futures at once. Every possible outcome competes for attention, making it difficult to decide which action is correct. Their thoughts tangle, and hesitation sets in as they struggle to commit to any single course of action. After the effect ends, players may choose to retain lasting consequences such as headaches, mental exhaustion, paranoia, or difficulty focusing.
(Uses: Twice per battle.
Duration: 30 seconds
Range: 10ft radius around the target. This effect influences other adversaries in the radius, but not allies.)
Eternal Sailor Attack: “Inevitable Moment.”
Uruk’s eyes glow steadily as he looks upon his target, and the world seems to narrow to that single exchange. The adversary becomes acutely aware of what is about to happen—and anticipated what feels like an unavoidable outcome approaching, no matter what they do. This certainty weighs heavily on both mind and body, causing their actions to feel mistimed and ineffective, and perhaps hurting themselves instead. For 45 seconds, they struggle against the sense that they are already too late. Players may choose lasting effects such as fatalism, lingering dread, or a shaken sense of confidence.
(Usage: Once per battle.
Duration: 45 seconds
Range: 15ft radius around the target.
Weaknesses: The sense of inevitability subtly affects anyone except Uruk within the radius, potentially causing brief hesitation or disorientation.)
Deep Space Senshi:
Physical Features:
- Unusual Eyes - His eyes reflect light unevenly, almost obsidian in their depth, and it's hard to tell where he's looking, even if he isn't meaningfully looking anywhere at all. His eyes are fixed, sight diverging into two bands – an upper one focused on motion and contrast, and a lower one more focused to detail. Depth perception is most accurate when he's looking directly at someone, and he'll bend himself to ensure that alignment. As a consequence, he effectively lacks vertical peripheral vision, and will need to find other ways to compensate for the lack of it on Earth.
Vibration Sense - Pairing with his quiet movements and lack of peripheral vision, Uruk is able to sense minute air displacement and ground resonance through subdermal processing along his temples and cheeks. This allows him to react to people or objects approaching without directly seeing them, but sudden silence, loud machinery, and crowds unsettle him more than anything else. This ability is most active on his homeworld; on Earth, it mostly works to leave him unsettled and on high alert.
Eyes slightly too wide - These were part of a set of adaptations that allowed his people to take in more light from his world that seemed to be bathed in a permanent twilight. As a result of that, he does generally think Earth is too bright, taking a while to adjust to the light except at night, where he sees similarly to the way a human might on a clear night with a full moon. He generally won't think that people coming to his world might need an assist until reminded.
Hyperextension - He can sit, stand, or rotate in positions that may seem strange or unnerving to humans. They allow him to move quietly and bend himself into positions that a person of their stature would normally have trouble with and keep himself stable. However, this would not be beyond the degree in humans capable by a contortionist or someone with a hyperflexibility disorder.
Vibration Dampening - Erias’s skin is subtly thicker than the skin of a human’s. This is exceptionally effective at lessening the vibrations his body feels and his body leaves. It was an evolutionary trait that was necessary on his twilight world, making it easier for his people to hide from threats, and now makes him unusually quiet in his movements on Earth partially because of habit. This provides no advantage on Earth versus humans outside of a natural ability to sneak; on his homeworld, this allows him to sneak by predation.
Extensive Scarring - This is not an alien species-specific feature so much as something he will hide with his human glamour, but he has extensive scarring throughout his body. Some of it was ritualistic, others were caused as a consequence of his fellow citizens finding him quite unnerving. The way his vitiligo markings in his civilian guise go will roughly match up to the places these were the deepest, and often caused his skin to appear paler anyway.
Backstory/History:
It did not happen all at once.
Uruk had felt it before there was language for it. Long before the planet faltered in measurable ways, there was a pressure that lived under his skin. A constant, tightening awareness that something was wrong. Not yet, not visibly, but inevitably. Systems that functioned perfectly still felt brittle. Calm seasons carried the sense of a held breath.
He spoke of it early.
At first, they listened. They had always known him as a senshi shaped by endurance rather than comfort, and his caution did not alarm them. Reinforcements were built where none were needed. Ritual maintenance became more frequent. Emergency shelters were expanded, stocked, and sealed long before anyone imagined they might be used.
But yet, they weren't used.
Years passed. The planet and its cities continued as they had before.
The tension never left him.
Uruk was awakened into his role already grown, already marked by responsibility. He was told what he was, what he guarded, and why his powers mattered to the planet’s survival. As tradition demanded, he bore ritual scars. They were precise, deliberate markings carved into his skin to signify vigilance, sacrifice, and continuity.
When he warned them again, and again, and again, voices began to rise. They asked him what was coming and when since he had been wrong before. He couldn’t give them that. All he had was certainty without clarity, dread without direction.
Some listened.
Others began to doubt. Why would he be right now? Why would the efforts be worth it?
Anticipation is a difficult thing to trust when it refuses to resolve.
The first accusations were quiet. Uruk was projecting his own anxiety. He was young in his role. He had grown detached from the rhythms of the people. That perhaps the senshi of the world was no longer aligned with the world he claimed to protect.
He felt the fracture of the environment and their systems before it surfaced.
By the time trade routes went silent and signals dissolved into static, trust had already begun to erode. The failures he had anticipated came too late to make him believable and too slowly to unite them against their threats. Each small collapse only deepened the arguments. After all, if he had known, why hadn’t he stopped it?
The planet began to fail in earnest.
Power grids collapsed in staggered patterns that matched the dread he had carried for years. The core grew unstable, then unpredictable. The machines meant to regulate it were ancient and irreplaceable, and those with the knowledge that could have helped were the ones who fell first. Uruk poured his energy into them anyway, reinforcing what he knew would not hold against the push of the unnatural chaos.
He could feel the next failure boiling in his chest even as he stabilized the last.
His people adapted. They rationed. They endured.
And they blamed him.
Some said he had focused too much on the future, ignoring the present. Others said he had invited the collapse by speaking of it, a jinx making something actually occur. When fear sharpened, it needed somewhere to land.
He was the perfect target.
The scars from those moments were not ceremonial. They were uneven, ugly, left by hands that shook with grief and rage. The strikes were meant to punish him for knowing without saving them. He did not retaliate. He understood too well what they were really striking at.
He had felt their deaths coming long before they believed it possible.
When the first city went dark completely, Uruk was there. He had warned them months in advance, and they had argued until the final hour. He held the city together long enough for evacuation.
It didn’t matter.
Being right didn’t restore trust. Being right didn't bring back their health.
After that, the pattern repeated. He would feel the collapse approaching, warn what remained of the population, and watch as preparation only delayed the inevitable. Each loss made the next warning easier to dismiss. Each correct anticipation made the guilt heavier.
Eventually, there were no more cities to argue over.
The planet grew quiet.
Uruk outlived everyone he had sworn to protect. Not because he was stronger than they were, but because he had spent centuries bracing for an ending he could never stop. Hunger weakened him, but never finished the task because he knew it wouldn't. Exposure scarred him, but left him breathing as he expected it would.
A thousand years passed. Perhaps more. He didn't understand the passage beyond the ticking of a broken clock.
Anticipation did not leave him when he was alone. It turned inward, festering into a constant expectation of judgment that would never come. Sometimes he traced the scars on his body and wondered which ones he deserved.
The planet lingered, broken but unending, as though refusing him even the mercy of finality.
When the pulse reached him, it cut through centuries of dread. It was faint, distant, but unmistakably alive. For the first time in longer than he could remember, the anticipation resolved into something clear.
Not a disaster.
Not his next punishment.
Change.
Uruk stood in a world that had already passed judgment on him and felt the quiet certainty that whatever was calling him now would at least end the waiting.
