This bio contains mature subjects and themes such as: violence, death, gore, emotional abuse, mental illness, some suicidal ideation, and murder.
Individual warnings will be given, except on the Lore page (which is where most themes stated above occur.) Proceed at your own risk, and please keep your mental health and triggers in mind.
This character is typically IC however their actions/thoughts/etc do not reflect their player's. Damage will accounted for. If needed, contact my discord at Luna#8228
Reminder! This is a child. No romantic or sexual interactions, please.
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11.30.22 - Dreaming
Weakly, and with very little courage left in his heart, Jolos dragged himself upright from the bottom of the cliff. His body and mind were a mess, but the relief he felt to no longer be falling made up for it. After his painful endeavor to stand up, he slowly examined his surroundings. He was in a small clearing at the base of the cliff, which trailed into a dark forest. That’s what he noticed the most, was the heavy darkness. There was very little sunlight, and it made the world look dreary and cold. He felt out of place, and his anxiety was slowly rising. Despite his nerves he reluctantly trudged into the forest, not seeing another way to continue his journey.
11.25.22 - Dreaming
Jolos had lost all sense of time by the time he hit the bottom of the seemingly endless cliff. He had been falling for literal months, and was so detached from reality and his surroundings that he had given up hope. In fact, he was so disoriented and defeated that he almost didn’t realize it when he hit the ground. There was a horrible thud, followed by a spinning sensation, overwhelming nausea, and vertigo. He had landed shoulders and wings first, and a gut-wrenchingly sharp pain jolted through his already aching body. What helped him understand what had happened, however, was not the pain but the cold sensation of the rocks and earth beneath him. “???” The world swirled sickeningly around him, his mind unable to grasp the long lost feeling of stillness. “Am I dreaming? Is this the ground? Is the ground real?” It took several more hours before the vertigo and nausea went away, and a few more after that before he could move. He shakily crawled to the cliffs base to sit against it before bursting into tears, feeling overwhelmed, relieved, and horrified. It would be another few days before he gained the courage to stand up and continue his journey.
9.27.22 - Dreaming
Who knew how long he had been falling? It was eternal, exhausting, sickening. Occasionally, it got darker. Sometimes, it even got light again. Things changed around him, and yet he remained the same. Falling, silently. Today, however, was different. When dawn broke, Jolos noticed something important. The scent of marigolds, with a tint of ginger and rose. Something familiar, from the tales of his youth. He remembered a story about his homeworld. So today, he told himself stories of the world he was banished from. Stories of three realms, of magical cowfolk on sea cliffs, of humans and their curiosity, of spirits in a hidden world, of the cycles of nature. Stories of playful tree spirits, stories of illness and healing, stories of endurance. Finally, he told himself the story of the demon Grief. She who smells of flowers and something sharper; marigolds, roses, and the piercing scent of ginger. She who follows those who miss someone, something, someplace, an idea. How she brings back memories of things lost, and how her presence, despite her good intentions, is despised, dreaded, and hated by many. Humans, especially, hate her. Grief, who only wanted to let you remember and cherish what you love. So he let himself bask in the floral scent. “Grief, to think you’d find me even here…”
7.26.22 - Dreaming
From running, to flying, to falling. His wings had given out about two minutes ago, and now he was free falling through the sky after failing to grab onto anything to support him. If one were to read his thoughts right now, it would be a mix between "Fuck my life", "At least I'll reach the ground quicker this way", and "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!". He was having a truly terrible time, with the wind whipping him and occasionally hitting small parts of the cliff that stuck out, when suddenly he got a whiff of... elderberry? How strange, this cliffside didn't seem like a good environment for elderberry, but then again what did he know about plants? As he fell, he pondered the ecosystem of a seemingly infinite cliffside.
7.23.22 - Dreaming I'm exhausted. He had been flying for days through the clouds, occasionally taking breaks on the seemingly endless cliffside to rest, drink water, and eat what plants he could find. It goes straight down forever, maybe. He had already been worn out before making the decision to fly off the cliff. He had wandered through pitch black forests, run from unknown entities, and gone weeks without seeing the sun. Now, here he was, on an endless journey through black and purple clouds. His body was drenched, his feathers tattered, and his skin filthy from dirt and mud. He felt like crying. Is this hopeless? Will I never find my way home? He wasn't sure how much longer he could fly, and he desperately needed this cliff to end.
7.16.22 - Dreaming Trigger Warning! - depression, possible delusion/derealization, disconnect from reality, suicidal ideation. Proceed at own risk, and please take care of yourself.
It's a cliff. Jolos had been wandering through a pitch-black forest, for what felt like weeks, until he had finally found a clearing. An exit. It's a cliff at the edge of the world, it seems. As far as he could see from the cliff's edge was clouds. Grey, purple, and black clouds above, in front of, and below him. Is there nothing but clouds? Where am I? It was cold, and he felt miserable. His body ached in a way it had never before, yet it felt so familiar. And so he stood at the cliff's edge, watching as the clouds quietly rolled around him. And then the world started to grow darker, the air felt heavy and the winds picked up. It was a storm, and an ugly one at that. Rain was pouring from angry skies and thunder was roaring. The world suddenly felt quite frightening. "I feel so lost, I feel so hopeless. I can't find my way out of it." with this declaration to the clouds he sat, legs dangling over the cliff and wings trailing behind him.
The rain poured from broken skies for hours, drenching Jolos to his very core. He was questioning many things, such as "Why am I here?" and "Can I really find a purpose?" It all felt so hopeless. He had accidentally killed his sister, fallen from grace, been banished from his home dimension by his own mother, died, revived, gotten cannibalized, wandered as a forgotten lost soul, been introduced to his own ptsd in a not so wonderful "arrow to the knee" incident, and now he had tacked on survivor's guilt. It was a lot, and he was just a fledgling. He was, after all, only around two hundred years old. "It's just so much. It's just... so much to bear. He was watching water roll down his body, trickling down his legs and making a miniature waterfall off the cliff into the clouds. "I suppose I could just.. go." The silence was overwhelming. The cold as well. "But then again, I can't really die." He felt almost saddened by this. Live forever? With these unbearable memories? But he had to. There was no choice. He adjusted his posture, sitting up straight to give himself a "pep talk". "I am Jolos, born of angels and thunder, and felled by my own preservation. Welcome to my story of storms, rage, and false idols. I will learn to live with the consequences of decisions made by myself and others, and while that sucks it is a part of living I cannot run from." He sighed, feeling both annoyed and silly for the situation he was in. To distract himself, he stood up."I've moped long enough! I need to find out if there's a way home, to Damisona, beyond these clouds." He peered into the skies beneath him. Nothing but grey. He stretched his wings behind him, and in a dove-like manner shook the water from his feathers before taking a deep breath. "Please let there be more than just clouds." With this, he took a faithful step into the air, spreading his crimson wings before letting himself fall into the void.
7.14.22
As he sleeps he dreams of storms. Of thunder, of lightning, powerful rains. His mother's voice.
7.13.22
Damisona had made it to the den on time. As she entered the hollow under their tree a bright, purple portal opened in front of her. It looked like purple flames, but was cool to the touch. From the purple fire came a small, bright white orb of light. Jolos! Her dear friend had returned. She had secretly been hoping that him being away for so long would have tethered him to a physical body, but alas in this world he was still without a physical form. Maybe time passed differently where he had gone? As the portal closed behind him, he slowly drifted to a halt in front of her. He appeared to be asleep. "Ah, well," she watched the orb for any signs of life, a flicker or perhaps movement. "I can't tell if you're napping or dormant." She sighed, staring at the bright light in the center of the den. All she could do now was wait, and so she settled into the cushions to keep watch over him. "I hope you wake up soon, dear."
7.13.22
(DnD campaign never met again due to life circumstances)
Jolos looked down at his leg in horror. The arrow, made from sticks and teeth, felt all too familiar. In this moment of overwhelming panic, Jolos whipped out the purple orb of magic bestowed upon him by Damisona. "Take me Home! Take me to Damisona!" He glanced for a moment at his new found friends, flooded with regret, fear, and anxiety. Will they be okay? Will I see them again? these questions were asked too late, because as he started to wonder if he should stay and help them fight the purple magic responded to his call. The familiar energy flowed with urgency to him, enveloping him in bright purple light. As he started to fade from the dimension he took one last look at his friends, trying to sear them into his memory. By the time he thought to explain or say goodbye he was already gone, traveling through the fabrics of the universe towards home. The Forest.
2.21.21
Right now, in this moment, he had an arrow in his leg. "A'mas, why am I here?" It's moments like these that make you question how you got here. He had woken with a start after his dream, and he and the other three went downstairs to the tavern for "breakfast". He asked what oatmeal was and caused some form of frantic chaos, so stopped asking about food because it seems they don't even know what they're eating. The satyr from yesterday found them and introduced them to their guide, an archaeologist intern from a school named Oskan. He was enthusiastic about seeing the ruins today The five farmers from the day before (gelmund, frank, randy, "julie", and "short shot") also set off with them. They had traveled in this desert biome, much unlike anything Jolos has seen before. When they reached the ruins, the foreman explained the miners disappearance and refusal to go back in the mines due to "attacks by dragons", but he scoffed it off saying dragons couldn't fit in the ruins. They went in, and found a beautiful sight. A religious temple/church to a sun god Pelos. "How many gods walk this realm?" He asks himself these questions, but decided to wait until they were back at the tavern to ask potentially long, complicated questions. There was a room where the dead were treated, a room for the buried, and then they found a secret area. Here engraved on the walls was not Pelos with definable features, but a featureless goddess with the sun setting. They found this to be "our evening glory", who is benevolent but due to her gifts extending to the dead encourages or accepts necromancy. A loving religion, but frowned upon by outsiders. Later they stumbled across signs written in draconic, which Mir Pathrok read as "Go Away". They however did not listen, and upon finding a secret tunnel (secret tunneelllll, through the mountainn-) discovered they were indeed not alone. These were kobolds, and due to the groups lack of reading comprehension shot an arrow into Jolos' shin with a note attached. "I don't wanna die," It had been a long time since Jolos had a physical body or felt pain, and now an arrow of teeth and sticks was sticking out of him. "The last time I had teeth in me I died." Unfortunately, the group decided to continue moving forward. "These people are crazy." Jolos didn't verbalize these thoughts, but he sure doesn't want to be here in this moment. "We can't help the miners if we're dead"
2.1.21
Somehow, he had ended up in a covered wagon with three strange figures. One, like that of a dragon gleaming like the sun, was a healer. This is Mir Pathrok, with grace and faith. The second, a large desert cat figure. She wrote in a journal, like his friend Damisona. This is Kahlia, whom he is excited to know. The final, standing as high as a fawn but with the energy of an untamed ocean, is "Vinnie." Jolos ended up traveling with them, learning of something magical called a "flute" and fun called "games". They ended up at a fall festival, complete with familiar masks and bonfires. The even enlisted to help find some missing miners at some mysterious ruins, which Jolos is excited to see. Ruins, like in my old forest home! After the tiring and exciting day, complete with Kahlia floating 60 feet in the air and Vinnie accidentally visiting the astral plane, the four rented a room. In his sleep, Jolos was haunted by visions of dark storm clouds. From the distance in the greyscale plains they traveled, until they surrounded him. Lighting, thunder... heartwrenching emotions. He could feel a presence watching him. Could it be...? With a final roar of thunder and strike of lightning against his sleeping eyelids, he awoke with a startle.
1.31.21 - update
(a month has passed since he first met Damisona)
Since stepping into a new world, he had found himself mildly lost. With a new form which reminded him of his own true celestial form he explored a brand new world. When he stepped into this new world electricity flew from his hands to meet the sky, giving him a mild panic attack. The excitement, relief, confusion, and agony coursed through him all at once. When he told Damisona, who was now a close friend of his, she started teaching him to harness his newly found power. Every night when he returned they had a mini magic study session before going to bed. Do you think my mother sees me?I'm not sure, but I know if she does she is proud.
Wandering in this new world with his new body and magic, Jolos feels unsure of himself. What are these human made objects? What are all these creatures? What are 'Games'? Do I really belong here? He has learned so much, but new dimensions are overwhelming. This new one has so many rules. I used to be so confident and sure of myself. Now, who am I? Why am I here?
1.23.21
Stepped through a portal summoned by Damisona to test if he would change forms when entering a new world. After the blinding purple flash subsided, he was curious to find hands when he looked down. Hands, like that of his own angel form. A brief moment of disappointment when he found his wings were still gone, but glad to find a physical form awaited him. A moment of pondering, realizing he could speak. Hello..? Some curious steps, some messing around. Something magic. Returned through the portal to chat with Damisona and prepare for the future journey.
1.21.21 - Meeting Damisona I know what to do. Jolos had been "dormant", or asleep, for two or more years, and his head was finally clear. I need to find my place. Not in my mother's world, not this strangely cruel and peaceful one. I need to find my place in a world I choose. This day had long been coming, and he was finally stable enough to see it. Growing up as the celestial disappointment, falling from the heavens, meeting his end in a pool of his own blood, and existing as an orb of energy and light for three years had all taught him a crucial lesson. Not every world is for me, but I am sure I will find my place. Fate will guide me with strong arms and determined steps to my destiny, I’m sure of it. For once, he felt at peace. No longer was the endless tide of rage, blinding him from his duty to himself. He needed to start living for a higher purpose, not for spite and revenge. My anger can wait for another day, but my life must begin now. But where to start?
It seemed like a distant dream, her explorations in the human world, getting shot, and portal business. These days, Damisona had been journaling about the forest and its inhabitants. From the deer, the Twin Gods, the squirrels, to the strange entities always passing through and choosing this world to rest in. Her archives continued to grow, steadily but surely.
Jolos had heard tales of portals, attached to objects or summoned by entities. Through his years as an orb he had seen many guests in the forest, merely passing through or taking a moment to relax in the peaceful environment. He himself had been hurled from the skies through dimensions by his own mother, so he knew it was a possibility. To think there are unexplored worlds, maybe there’s one perfect for me. He felt impatience rise in him, akin to the feeling of anger. But who might send me away?
In her studies of the forest, Damisona had acquainted herself with the Twin Gods. A good way to learn a people is to try and understand their faith. She cheerily muttered to herself as she made her way to the twin idols to pray. Praying, she realized, might be the closest she could get to communicating with the forest gods. She hoped to learn more to add to her archives, which she felt had needed more readings on higher beings. I’ve met gods, angels, shapeshifters, great sorcerers. I’ve documented every species I’ve met. I just wish to understand the nature of a god who makes no law and demands no temples. To be all powerful, yet to remain so individual and unknown to the very world you built.
Even in death, he still held foolish hope that the gods of this land would interact with him. Despite this world being cruel to me, I see how much peace it brings to others. Maybe I am just cursed, or maybe I am just not built for this world. His mind always wandered to “why’s” when he floated around the two statues standing at the heart of the forest. I’m not sure why I was sent here, dammit. His heart used to be filled with such anger at this forest and its inhabitants, but these days he just felt tired and worn out. Not everything in life will have an answer, no matter how infuriating that may be.
As she approached the statues, Damisona noticed something she hadn’t recorded before. This is a new development! What are you? Floating maybe five feet off the ground was a small, chickadee sized orb of light. Is this a sign of the presence of the Twins? Continuing to mutter to herself, she approached the floating orb, quill and journal readied.
It wasn’t until the white doe was right in front of him that he snapped out of his train of thought. it took a moment, but after the initial shock of being snuck up on it hit him. Is this?.. No, I’m not that lucky.. Could it be? Standing before him was an entity known as “Damisona”, who in this world took the form of a white deer with golden hooves and antlers that connected in a circle like a halo. If it’s actually her, then above her head.. There! Above her head protected by her antlers was a purple orb. It is her! A solution! He had seen her before, using her powers to open portals. Why she was here was beyond him, but it didn’t matter anyways. What mattered was that she had miraculously appeared, and that she was the most useful entity to him in this moment.
As she approached the curious orb it seemed to have a reaction, jolting up sharply and brightly flaring for a moment. Oh! You’re an entity, I see. Her heart raced. Was this a new species? Was it new? Had she missed it in the past? Could it communicate? Was it sentient? What could she learn from it? She had to know. Can you verbalize?
The thrill in her eyes as she approached, quill and journal floating by her side, was almost intimidating. She started rapidly asking questions, regarding his sentience, communication, species, and origins. It seemed as if she was just trying to think of the questions to ask later, because she didn’t wait for any answers. She had been swept away by the moment, her obsession for knowledge becoming painfully clearer by the second. It was overwhelming, even for an orb-former-celestial such as himself. STOP!!!!
STOP!!!! The word rang clearly in her head like the screeching of one thousand seagulls. Holy… That was loud. You speak telepathically? What are you doing here?
He paused for a moment, but chose not to question how she could possibly hear him. I’ve been here awhile, I even died here. That’s irrelevant, I need you to open a portal for me. He was watching her for a reaction, noting she was intently hanging on his every word. If I tell you about my life and how I got here as payment for it..?
He knew the deal already, knowledge and stories for portals. That, she watched as the orb flickered, Is an excellent proposal. We’re set for a deal. But, first thing in business, what’s your name?
This was it, his chance at a new life. Now, his name? It had been so long he had almost forgotten. I am Jolos, born of angels and thunder, and felled by my own preservation. Welcome to my story of storms, rage, and false idols. May the gods who created you never deceive you. But most importantly, welcome to my new chapter.
1.21.21
Reawakened, still an orb. had been dormant, but gathering energy and healing his essence. Slept through the anger, and now feels something closer to resolve. Feels the need to focus, be present. Even as an orb of energy and light. Some things must be considered real and important, no matter how out of touch you may be.
~stay tuned as he probably becomes my next DND character~
9.24.18
Just a ball of pure fury.
8.6.18
Has he been completely abandoned? He's feeling lost. He hasn't been in control in months. Is this really his destiny? To be a floating light lost within an endless forest?
6.30.18
Feels annoyed. Just, why?
6.23.18
Floating around. Just.. Floating...
6.19.18
Was approached by Cevahir. At first he was scared, but he couldn't do anything. The creature did not seem to mean any harm, rather it seemed intrigued by him and wanting to help. This Cevahir spoke to him, and eventually he calmed down. Since then has been watched over by them, lowkey grateful for this and oddly comforted.
6.16.18
*Insert angry face*
6.15.18 - WARNING: Cussing ahead.
Drifted into consciousness, "WhdbJDBSa??". His mind was jumbled. Flashbacks to his death. "What...?" Everything is blurred, through a white filter. "It can't be..." His essence hadn't been summoned to the heavens, or to hell. He was still here. In the forest. "Oh, fuck." It hit him. I'm stuck like this. He was stuck, as a very small glowing orb of white, hot light. Floating around. Not in control. "Damn you, devil that killed me."
6.13.18
Weak, hasn't eaten or had any water. Hasn't moved in days. Waiting, watching the twin statues.
6.12.18
Can't eat or sleep. Crying out for a guide. Feels his essence aching.
6.4.18
Had to leave the statues to find food and water. Felt weak. Realized that his new body needs sustenance. Bitter about this.
5.27.18
Refuses to leave the statues. Feeling irritated that the presences will not show themselves, confused.
5.24.18
Entered the forest, went to where the presence of The Two was strongest, at two white pillars. Sat in vigil, waiting for something to happen. Wanted to connect.
5.23.18
Wandered aimlessly into the forest, saw many scenes of peaceful creatures that resembled himself. But the most striking feature of this forest was the presence of two beings, very similar to each other and more powerful than the angels. Felt overwhelmed and sat on the outskirts of the forest as he thought about his decision. Was this going to be his new beginning? He didn't know if he could trust the creatures living here. Nervous. But moved by the presence of the two entities. Sat in thought throughout the night.
Self
~Name: Jolos
~Pictogram: X
~TEF Set: argus horns, real deer mask, kabuki pelt.
~TEF Set orb form: dove
~Species: A Fallen Angel
~Age: Young for his kind but immortal
~Sex: Male
~Orientation: Doesn't Care/Uninterested (too young)
~Lives with Damisona
~Characteristics: light-hearted these days but carries distrust and fear with him
~Physical traits (dnd dimension): aasimar with grey skin, long dark reddish brown shoulder length wavy hair, white eyes (no iris/pupil) that emit a soft glow, wears a darker red long sleeved shirt, dark pants, and dark brown boots
~Physical traits (this dimension): small glowing white orb, the size of a plump chickadee or small dove
~Cervine body: Dark red fur with pale blue accents, small curled antlers, a long tail with a small fan on the end (feathers?), white glowing eyes with streaks down his cheeks
~Scars (all forms): small tears on his right ear
~Old Voice 342626
~Current Voice 630B13
~Notes: Can be killed, comes back in other forms
Lore/Timeline
Backstory/Summary
“Thunder was his first experience. The ground trembling, the skies crying out. His mother, an angel and master of thunders, was greeting him. Expectations for young Jolos were high. His mother was powerful, and had sung him into existence. Yet, as he grew, no true powers were revealed. His energy and blood were filled with magic, but he could not harness any potential powers. He was, as others taught him, a disappointment. His own mother, disgusted by her failure, started to ignore and neglect the child. Years passed, and a deep bitterness and self-hatred grew within him. Now a teen, he was unsure of the world and of his own role in it. He grew darker. At age eighteen, his connection with the heavens shattered when he made his first kill in self defense. As he plummeted from the sky, thunder rang out. A final message of "I failed you". As he collided with the ground, his body and mind shattered. As his body healed, it adapted to its new surroundings and too on a new shape. A cervine. His mind, however, remained in pieces. Tormented by guilt, shame, bitterness, and a fear of this new world, he isolated himself for months. Storms and thunder only reminded him of his mother, and his own failure. A near constant reminder. He traveled all over, wandering and searching for something, anything. And then he found it. An endless forest, filled with peaceful creatures that resembled his new body, and two presences not unlike angels. This was it, his new beginning. Hopefully.”
The Fight, The Fall, The Failure.
It was just a normal day in the heavens. At least, that’s what he thought. He had been going about his day, attempting magic, flying through the heavens, doing minor celestial tasks, interacting with spirits, etc. when he was approached by a familiar yet undesirable figure. While he was born of thunraz, þunor, his mother’s many names, this figure was born of leht, leuk, her mother’s many names. The four long white wings dragged on the floor behind her, faintly emitting a yellow light. This was Birgitte, radiare, whom he could never seem to get rid of. “Hello, Birgitte.” it was only proper to greet another being, no matter how cruel they may be. “Hello, falir.” This was their normal interaction, he would greet her properly and she would respond with his “domain”, failure. Occasionally, they would brawl, but he wished to avoid this. “No magic today? Not even a little bit?” Her bright yellow eyes met his, and he could see the anger in them. “At least your sword fighting skills are adequate.” She walked closer, he stepped back. “You take up space in the heavens, falir. And yet, you have no purpose.” Another step forward, another quick step back. His two wings felt the columns behind him, marking the edge of the platform before the drop off into the sky. “Bjart, I would appreciate it if you didn’t pick a fight today.” She stepped forward, he stepped back. He felt something different in the air, something external affecting them both. “Have you maybe been with Mearcus today?” “...” Their eyes connected, and he saw the fury and felt the effects of the madness. He knew what came next, and lunged to the side as she hurled herself forwards, bending the light around her to make it blinding to stare at. He felt his mind blank as he lunged at her.
“...!” below him was the mangled body of Birgitte, four blood stained wings and bones flashing, having protruded through her glowing brown skin. “Birgitte..?” There were two daggers, one in her hand and the other in his stomach. He tried to recall what had happened, and it hit him in waves. “You tried to… kill me?” Killing was strictly against the celestial code, she wouldn’t have done this without some sort of external influence. He pulled himself off her, rolling onto the floor. “Sit up, Birgitte. I think we need help.” nothing, deafening silence. “Birgitte..?” he paused, listening. Nothing, not even breathing. “Radiare?.. Oh no..” He sat up, grabbed her shoulders and lifted her head into his lap. “Bjart, wake up. Please.” Her neck was bruised, but he didn’t remember strangling her. He stared at the grey and red marks, horrified.
[the gods see all.] It didn’t take long for everyone to know. He had killed radiare, a sin unforgiven. Even if they didn’t get along, there were only four fledglings, and they loved each other as siblings. While celestials couldn’t truly be killed, who knew how long it’d take for her to come back? It could be days, centuries, millenia. Besides, even if she wasn’t truly “dead” the action of killing was still unbearable. As determined by the laws of dheu, he was to be judged by his mother, Thunder.
“Mother, it was her or me.” He was pleading with her, explaining how she had attacked him first. She even had knives, which were forbidden on the resting platforms. “You still sinned, falir. You have failed me, yourself, and the Heavens.” Her voice could hardly be described as a voice, but sounded like a storm. Booming, surrounding him, making him feel smaller than ever. Her words engulfed him, he felt as though he was drowning. She was the air around him, angered winds and blackened clouds. True angels had no physical form, they embodied their domain entirely. Invisible to the eyes but anyone could sense their presence. “You have no place in this world, this realm.” The pause was heavy enough to stun him. “I banish you, my only son, Jolos of falir, of regn, of tundar.” He felt the world beneath him vanish, he was falling. The roaring of thunder in his ears as wind whipped around him was deafening. “I failed you.” lightning struck him, sending white hot pain through his body and making his vision flash red. The thunder shook his core, the wind ripped at his skin, the lightning flashed around him. I’m falling. I’m falling, i’m falling! No! Mother! The world flashed purple around him and he felt the air change. No, no no, this is another dimension- his body hit what may have been the ground with a sickening thud. Silence as he bled out in the grass of a world unknown, grieving all that never was and could have been.
“This was never how it was supposed to be.”
Bones and Trees
Four months pass as Jolos lies unconscious in the grass by the river, his shattered body reshaping and his spirit healing. Plants grew over him, dirt covered him, moss blanketed his changing body. Bones twisted and grew, skin shifted, and feathers molted and were replaced by fur. Suddenly, the world stops and is quiet. For a moment, there was peace and stillness. Eyelids slowly open, a soft glow emitted from confused eyes. Where am I?
He didn’t get up at first, listening to the sounds of running water and quiet birdsong. This is somewhere new, this is a place of life. Shaky legs tried to push him off the ground, collapsing under him. My body feels.. Different? A moment of silence, head tilted to examine himself. I have fur, and hooves? I have four legs? I’m covered in plants? If an outsider were to observe, it would appear someone had buried a small blood red fawn on the river bank. His thin legs tried again, succeeding this time. He shook his body hard, moss and dirt clumps flying off him. He clumsily walked to the edge of the water for a better look.
Two round glowing eyes stared at him from the running water. I’m a fawn! He had small white hooves, dark red fur with light blue spots, and a long tail with a spade shaped fan on the end. My body is so small, do I need to… nourish it? Jolos pondered, wondering what deer eat and if this body actually needed food. As a celestial he never had to eat, but in different bodies he was unsure. I’m so small… will I be okay? There was nothing to be heard but the water and sounds of the forest, a new life had begun.
The Endless Forest
It only took a month for his body to grow up, and by then his emotions had caught up to him. … Mother? He often wondered about her, wondering if she could hear him or see him despite his refusal to pray. Please don’t give up on me, please.. He was often racked with anger or intense grief, and he had lost most of his will to care for himself in his depression. Today, a month had passed since he had woken up. In that time, his body had nearly tripled in size. He had lost the pale blue baby spots, and they had become a swirling pattern on his body. Out of his head sprouted blue curling antlers, short but beautiful. Above his head was a glowing symbol, which he had come to learn as his name in this world.
Today he would enter the forest, which he had stayed outside of as his body grew. There are two powerful beings in there, I can sense them. Two twin gods of creation and life, more powerful than the angels and on par with my own gods. I recognize the energy. Today, he was going to enter the Endless Forest, and therefore he was going to contact these unknown gods. They could guide him, they would accept him. He needed to meet them. I have to, I need this. Driven by his pain, curiosity, and his chance at a new life he stepped away from the river. This is my new life. The world was quiet as he stepped into the forest, watching.
5.23.18
Wandered aimlessly into the forest, saw many scenes of peaceful creatures that resembled himself. But the most striking feature of this forest was the presence of two beings, very similar to each other and more powerful than the angels. Felt overwhelmed and sat on the outskirts of the forest as he thought about his decision. Was this going to be his new beginning? He didn't know if he could trust the creatures living here. Nervous. But moved by the presence of the two entities. Sat in thought throughout the night.
Drifted into consciousness, "WhdbJDBSa??". His mind was jumbled. Flashbacks to his death. "What...?" Everything is blurred, through a white filter. "It can't be..." His essence hadn't been summoned to the heavens, or to hell. He was still here. In the forest. "
I wonder if I’m truly lost
So this is how it feels. Jolos had been dead for a month or two, but to be honest time didn’t matter anymore. Is this how confused and lost she felt? When I killed her? Guilt and grief washed over him as he considered this. I’m so alone, I wish this would end. The pain of never truly being able to leave, to end, was never something he considered while in the heavens. Was being immortal truly a gift? He had fallen, and now it seemed more like a curse than anything. I’m so angry, and yet there’s nothing I can do. He had been angry since he fell, full of bitterness and resentment and wishing things had been different. His mind and body had broken, shattered against the earth. Yet, he had healed. His new life, however, was wasted. I spent too much time looking for something more, from the past, that I lost my chance at life in the forest. He was still here, a small soul lost among the endless trees. No one could hear him, and most missed his presence as wandering spirits were normal. In death, or rather the “in between”, lies my new life. This is it, this is my destiny. It is my fate to be stuck between worlds, so I guess there is a lesson here to be learned. The silence of the forest, which had once seemed lonely, now shifted to almost peaceful. I will find peace here, in this moment. [so began a thoughtful silence.]
Meets Damisona/portals to another dimension
DnD campaign begins and ends
Trapped in his Dreams
Jolos had safely managed to teleport back home to Damisona, however he was asleep and trapped in a complex series of dreams.
7.14.22
As he sleeps he dreams of storms. Of thunder, of lightning, powerful rains. His mother's voice.
7.15.22 It's a cliff. Jolos had been wandering through a pitch-black forest, for what felt like weeks, until he had finally found a clearing. An exit. It's a cliff at the edge of the world, it seems. As far as he could see from the cliff's edge was clouds. Grey, purple, and black clouds above, in front of, and below him. Is there nothing but clouds? Where am I? It was cold, and he felt miserable. His body ached in a way it had never before, yet it felt so familiar. And so he stood at the cliff's edge, watching as the clouds quietly rolled around him. And then the world started to grow darker, the air felt heavy and the winds picked up. It was a storm, and an ugly one at that. Rain was pouring from angry skies and thunder was roaring. The world suddenly felt quite frightening. "I feel so lost, I feel so hopeless. I can't find my way out of it." with this declaration to the clouds he sat, legs dangling over the cliff and wings trailing behind him.
The rain poured from broken skies for hours, drenching Jolos to his very core. He was questioning many things, such as "Why am I here?" and "Can I really find a purpose?" It all felt so hopeless. He had accidentally killed his sister, fallen from grace, been banished from his home dimension by his own mother, died, revived, gotten cannibalized, wandered as a forgotten lost soul, been introduced to his own ptsd in a not so wonderful "arrow to the knee" incident, and now he had tacked on survivor's guilt. It was a lot, and he was just a fledgling. He was, after all, only around two hundred years old. "It's just so much. It's just... so much to bear. He was watching water roll down his body, trickling down his legs and making a miniature waterfall off the cliff into the clouds. "I suppose I could just.. go." The silence was overwhelming. The cold as well. "But then again, I can't really die." He felt almost saddened by this. Live forever? With these unbearable memories? But he had to. There was no choice. He adjusted his posture, sitting up straight to give himself a "pep talk". "I am Jolos, born of angels and thunder, and felled by my own preservation. Welcome to my story of storms, rage, and false idols. I will learn to live with the consequences of decisions made by myself and others, and while that sucks it is a part of living I cannot run from." He sighed, feeling both annoyed and silly for the situation he was in. To distract himself, he stood up."I've moped long enough! I need to find out if there's a way home, to Damisona, beyond these clouds." He peered into the skies beneath him. Nothing but grey. He stretched his wings behind him, and in a dove-like manner shook the water from his feathers before taking a deep breath. "Please let there be more than just clouds." With this, he took a faithful step into the air, spreading his crimson wings before letting himself fall into the void.
Relationships
some of these are clickable!
Beloved
Damisona - held dear, love and affection. Thank you for turning my life around.
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Skies
Cervahir - Affection, viewed as a sort of protector. Hasn't seen in awhile but considers a friend.
Kahlia - [out of forest] newer friend, doesn't know well but enjoys the company of. an interesting cat-like being who takes notes.
Mir Pathrok [out of forest] newer friend, respect. tall dragon-like figure with a strong moral compass.
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Wind
"Vinnie" [out of forest] newer figure. friendly? curious of, but seems reckless.
Name
...(neutral)...
Swept Away
Birgitte - [out of forest] It's complicated. I'm sorry, I don't remember now why we ever fought. I regret your death, and guilt clings to me. I have so much to say still. I consider you my sister, and I look up to you despite the abuse I endured from you.
Einne - [out of forest] I love you so much, and I miss you terribly. You're a sister to me, and I never got to say goodbye before I fell from the heavens. May we meet again.
Mearcus - [out of forest] It's complicated, and you're a dick, but I still love and miss you. I consider you a brother.
Thunder - [out of forest] mother. why couldn't things be different?
A’mas D’scanser [out of forest] would you have forgiven my sins? god of his domain, loves and respects. Considers a father figure, but wouldn’t word it that way.
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Thunder
Nemphlèx - may you rot. filled with blinding fury, hatred.
Possessions
Small Purple Orb - A small purple crystal that emits a soft light. It originates from Damisona, a magical being who has the power to open portals. Using this crystal will send the user to the dimension they left behind, but until reunited with Damisona this crystal only works once.
Tarot Card - A card with a picture of a jester floating through the sky on it. Number 87, can cast fly on a random creature in the area.
Jolos' stick - Appears to be a charred stick. An average stick that was struck by Jolos' lightning when he first entered a new realm. Now he uses it to channel spells. (Arcane Focus)
it took a moment, but after the initial shock of being snuck up on it hit him. Is this?.. No, I’m not that lucky.. Could it be? Standing before him was an entity known as “Damisona”, who in this world took the form of a white deer with golden hooves and antlers that connected in a circle like a halo. If it’s actually her, then above her head.. There! Above her head protected by her antlers was a purple orb. It is her! A solution! He had seen her before, using her powers to open portals. Why she was here was beyond him, but it didn’t matter anyways. What mattered was that she had miraculously appeared, and that she was the most useful entity to him in this moment.
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