Elioenai

[Elioenai]

I'm not sure if this is good enough, but anywho, done anyway. If there is absolutely anything you have questions or concerns about, feel free to post or PM me. I'm open for criticism, and if the audition piece is not long enough, just let me know. ^_^

• Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover •

The Name By Which Humans Call Me
EL KRATEURA FAL’CURUS



Wings of Ebony. Tools of Flight. Light and Limber.

Played By ;; Original Picture Creator - Hakubaikou

I wish I was too dead to feel this way.

• I Am Who I Am And Nothing More •
But I have never fully understood my purpose.

Name:
I am Elioenai. I am Shaitan.
I am Unified Perfection. I am the Faulted One.
I Am Who I was Created to Be.
Elioenai {“My Eyes Look to God”}
Shaitan {“Adversary, Enemy, Opponent”}
I am who I am. I am who I am not.

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.

Gender:
I was created male.
And so shall I remain.
Protector. Comforter. Healer.
Warrior. Soldier. Destroyer.

Race:
Guardian Angel. Angel of the High.
Fallen Angel. The Changed and Altered.
Never meant to be.
This is what I am.

Allegience:
I uphold and avenge.
I defend and fight.
To the Righteous and the Pure.
Are You Worthy of My Allegiance?

• One Day Your Looks Will Be Gone •

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Carved from stone and Sculpted by an Artist.

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 154 lb.

Scars/Markings:
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.

Appearance:

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 has retained, 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 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.
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• Its What's On The Inside That Matters •

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But who can tell what’s always on the inside?

Strengths:

• “Mask of a Face” {Can’t see what I mean.}
  Elioenai has an emotional disorder which does not allow the emotion-detecting area of the brain to communicate properly with his facial muscles. This is not a ‘Does Not Like to Show Emotions’ thing. He really CAN’T show emotions, at least not through facial expression. You might be able to find some resemblance to a feeling in his eye, but he has become so accustomed to hiding it that he seems to have forgotten how to show it. He uses this to his advantage in a fight.
  
  
• “Physical Stature” {There is more to me.}
  His height and build allow him to achieve quicker movements with the least obstruction, and his flexibility and balance is more than unnatural. Some may even say he is graceful.
  
  
• “Age & Skill” {Only so far you can go before you reach the top.}
  He has been fighting for his entire life, and as such, it would be foolish to think that he is amateur or inexperienced. He can handle nearly every weapon to date or use no weapon at all (his favored form of combat). However, he believes that there is “only so far” one can go before one reaches the height of combat understanding and experience. One can keep practicing. Keep moving. Keep learning. But soon it will all become repetitive, and fighters his age who take it as seriously will be just as great as any other master, for if a human can master one art of combat in less than 100 hundred years, surely thousands upon thousands of years can give way to the rest.
  
  
• “Stamina” {Run or make me drop dead.}
  If you get into a fight with him, you better be in for the fight of your life, because he doesn’t run or back down. It is in his mind to keep going, to never stop trying. He could be bleeding to death, and he would act as if nothing was wrong. (This can obviously be a weakness, because he can tire, eventually, and he can bleed to death.)
  
  
• “Dancing” {I can feel the rhythm rising.}
  He is a phenomenal dancer, especially in the court/ballroom, and many high ladies are knowledgeable of this. Coupled with his charming manner, he could make many a lady happy with a dance. But, because of his . . . defects, many prefer to find another. His direct look and impassive face appears to make them unseasy.
  
  
• “Fearless” {Can’t scare me with petty threats.}
  It’s a simple fearlessness, not one so deeply rooted in him that it is impossible for him to fear, for he can indeed fear and sometimes does. He just has no one thing that he is afraid of.
  
  

Weaknesses:

• “Blind Side” {Catch me off guard.}
  Because of the scar cutting through his right eye, he cannot see as well as others, and he must fully turn to look at someone if he wants a good observation. (This can make people uneasy, as they may not be used to someone staring right at them. Most would probably just use their peripheral vision when talking or being talked to, something he doesn’t do.)
  
  
• “Inability to Show Emotion” {You don’t understand.}
  This inability can certainly be considered a strength, and it is. However, it is also a weakness. This biological defect keeps him from expressing the most basic things, like fear, anger, love, or sadness. It does make him angry. Oftentimes, it pushes people away, making them think he doesn’t care or feels little for their well-being. This coupled with his inability to speak in the waking world makes relationships much worse.
  
  
• “Slow Healer” {Nothing I can do before bleeding dry.}
  Elioenai has a low white blood cell count, perhaps something that isn’t exactly expected in anyone of the supernatural. A small cut can be very fatal to him if not taken care of immediately, and he has been known to at times become ill with cold-like symptoms, which can also be deadly.
  
  
• “Sometimes Cold & Untrusting” {Can’t trick me into believing.}
  Thanks to the inability to show emotion, acting cold is not difficult at all. Only problem is that he doesn’t want to seem that way all the time. Like anyone, he would love to just be with other people and enjoy their company, but who would want to be around someone who seems to ignore them?
  
  
• “Fearless” {Unknowingly searching for death.}
  The fearlessness that so causes him to come before death without hesitation is obviously a weakness. There are numerous moments one can come up with that are cases in which fear is necessary to survive. Because he does not fear death or other people, he could easily come up against someone more powerful than he and be torn apart. He would never retreat. Someone would have to spare him or drag him away.
  
  
• “Can Only Speak In Dreams” {Can you hear me?}
  Elioenai can only speak in dreams. In the waking world, he is mute, unable to communicate with the average human being. (He doesn’t use sign language very often, as he dislikes its use, as if he’s insulting himself.)
  
  
• “Visions” {Make them stop!}
  Random visions appear in his mind spontaneously, whether in the middle of a fight or during his sleep. All visions are about some terrible happening, often including scenes of another’s death or torture, usually someone he knows very well. These visions are NEVER true to life and are only in his mind, but they hurt him, and they can send him into violent convulsions or even into nightmarish sleep that takes days for him to come out of.
  

Likes:

• “Light”
  Let it shine, for from me it can no longer show.
  
  
• “Silence”
  Beautiful peace and tranquility are things I rarely find.
  
  
• “Music”
  Steady beats and calming sounds pull me into a fantasy.
  
  
• “Roses”
  The rose garden stares at me from outside the window.
  

Dislikes:

• “Being Alone”
  This loneliness is killing me.
  
  
• “False Authority”
  You may rule over the ignorant, but someone higher rules over me.
  
  
• “His Own Dreams & Visions”
  This anguish. This pain. It won’t leave me alone!
  
  
• “Those Who Hurt the Innocent”
  Your violent behavior is offensive to me.
  
  
• “Taking a Life or Hurting Others”
  The blood on my hands screams at me for all eternity.
  

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 also filled with a deep depression and sadness. Confusion is sometimes present, usually when he is contemplating his life and why he is still alive. The lonely creature. 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.

The killer who loathes hostility.

He despises violence, and at the same time, he finds meaning in using it. 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.
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• There's More To Me Than Meets The Eye •

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Can you see the truth that hides within me, that tears me apart?

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. He cannot harm another person in dreams, but if they knew how, they could easily push him out or harm him. While in another’s dream, he is defenseless physically and does not notice anything going on around his body at the time. He can feel someone’s touch, but that is the only way to bring him out of a dream from the waking world.
  
  
• “Conviction”
  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 or healing another 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.
  

Weapons:

I am at peace with myself.

Though it would be pure foolishness to believe he does not know how to handle a weapon, he is not known to carry one.

Other Items:

My devotion and my sole escape.

A silver cross dangles from a thin silver chain around his neck. It is a symbol to him. One of hope. One of what was, what is, and what could be. What will be. He knows that someone has the knowledge of what will happen, even if that someone is not him. The cross reminds him to believe when he is most down.
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• I Am A Product of My Past •

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Family:

This world. These people.

He understands family to be those around him who contribute to his life in a positive way. As far as a legitimate father or mother, he has neither, not that he is aware of.

History:

I am what few are capable of comprehending.

If people are asked, “What is an angel?”, each individual questioned may have a multitude of responses. Truly, who can really capture the essence of what an angel is, what its purpose and meaning is? Sure, more common answers, but are they the real ones? Guardian Angels, much more gravitated toward in human stories, are chosen. Sacred. Given a purpose. But Fallens. . . . Now, what is their purpose? Why do they exist? Elioenai has pondered the questions far too many times to give a solid answer, even with his extent of knowledge and understanding.

That is who Elioenai was. A Guardian Angel. It was a position he was proud of, one he took seriously and cared about. Though one may hear of this many times, it gave him purpose, which to him, meant almost everything. His life. His duty. It was something to be proud of.

And yet, it was all taken away so quickly.

In a fight with a demon, one more powerful than he but 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.

But he was the same as he had always been. Able to disguise himself. To hide himself. To show his true self. To do as he once did. But then, he wasn’t the same. Not on the inside. Not anymore. He felt tormented, regretful, and ashamed, going so far as to feel humiliation at being placed here with the humans. He did not know why, only knew he must have done something wrong. It was his fault. No need to complain. But he felt like yelling blasphemy! Screaming and shouting! Cursing the very name he bore. Eye still bleeding, he began to feel dizzy from the loss of blood. Had not another found him, he would have died the very night he fell.

It was not all in vain.

The one who had found him was a young woman, a lady of high birth. It was strange to think she would lower herself to take care of this outlandish man who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Bleeding and half dead. Elioenai was glad she did. She believed that he could not speak because of the shock that must have been caused by whatever accident he had been put through. Perhaps one might be able to say that. Shock. It was complete and utter shock, as he remembered it.

The woman helped him along, allowing him to stay and work among the estate and its inhabitants. Alone, she cared for two young children, and he developed a protective fondness of the family over the few years he spent with them. Perhaps living among humans was not a forsaken occupation, in the sense of the word. Or, not hopeless?

These days I do little but wonder.

He has not counted the years he has lived as a Fallen, not finding it fruitful to dwell on past things he cannot change. Having thrived as a human, thanks to his earlier friend and helper, he has entered society as a well-to-do young man. Not rich. Certainly not. But he is well-off. Enough to warrant some occasional, though unneeded attention. Off on his own, he has found that his understanding of humans has increased greatly. They were not quite so different in manner, save for the often imprudent manners or snide remarks, along with their warring tendencies. Perhaps they were definitely different, for a reason.

Coming to Divinous was a decision made after very little thought, ignoring that his presence there may be just slightly upturning in the supernatural world, if they weren’t too busy to notice him, which he hoped they were. At first, he only planned to remain for a few days in an inn of some sort, but he has been swayed somehow to the desire to stay longer, like there was something pulling him. Tugging at his shirt.

I am here, but I am not waiting.
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• Taking Care of Business •

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Audition Piece

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.

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 playing in the pond, 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.

I had hoped for a quiet night.
Now I am face to face with a man out for my blood.
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[•• Anna«Bella`]

Very nice! Well done, I like it a lot. =) Accepted ^^

EDIT: My only thing is just to clear up, which side is he on? Angels, or Neutral? Cause I'm guessing not the demons, lol.

[Elioenai]

I'd say Neutral, for the moment. ^_^

[•• Anna«Bella`]

Mmkay, cool.