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Caelestis
Solaestial
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PLEASE NOTE!!! While this character uses male pronouns, he is very much nonbinary and NOT male! Please try to avoid most masculine terms for him without good IC reason!
Caelestis
Overview
A rogue celestial, one could say. Perhaps nothing more than a stray soul, but one originating from a land of divinity nonetheless. This spirit-like celestial being spends the time of his vast eternity traveling through various realms below, relishing in the thrill and sense of wonder in exploring an unfamiliar world. Despite his own more ethereal nature, Caelestis enjoys all the most worldly and material experiences. Sensations—painful or pleasurable—stunning views, strong flavors, and intriguing mysteries—but perhaps more than anything, he is the most hopeless of romantics, feeling more alive than ever when it comes to relationships with others.
Shamelessly so at times, he will flirt left and right with any men he deems of interest, with little care in the slightest for the time nor occasion. He knows what he wants, and like a leaf carried and tossed by the both soft and harsh passing winds, is the path of those desires so followed.
"I was once nothing at all—a mere fragment of an existence. I perhaps still am, but to you, I hope to be more."
Basics
AKA
Folia (alias), Ākāśa (आकाश)
Gender
Nonbinary
Pronouns
He/him (but not a man!!)
Age
Ancient (Adult)
Race
Celestial
Height
165 cm (174 cm w/ heels)
Build
Toned, lithe, inv. triangle
Socionics
SEI-Si
Enneagram
2w1 279? sx/sp
Alignment
Chaotic neutral
Likes
- Freedom
- Anything lemon
- Roses
- New experiences
- Sensations
- Having significance to people, being loved
- Elegant and beautiful things
- Fresh air
- The wind
- Greenery
- The unexpected—unpredictable things and people
- Animals and wildlife
- Formal dance parties, balls
Dislikes
- Being rushed
- Repetition
- Commitments
- Having to choose
- Unnecessary, gruesome violence
- Bright sunlight
- Using modern technology
- Cooking with recipes
- Reading books
- Bland food
- Oranges and orange juice
- Group conversations, and many high energy gatherings
- Kids' birthday parties
Personality
General
One eternal and unchanging, who craves change more than anything at all. Caelestis is of contrast and contradiction, conflicted, but trying his greatest to be the person he wants to be in spite of it. He is a mystery to many but those closest to him, calmly and leisurely following the flow with a natural ease, and though he never does truly belong, he blends into many settings as if he always has. One can find him mingling effortlessly in the most sophisticated of courts, gleefully provoking the tempers of ruffians in a bar, running errands for the local shopkeepers, or simply wandering aimlessly about somewhere that he very quite should not be.
He enjoys pain, pleasure, to simply have significance to others—anything that brings a feeling of being alive. With perhaps foolishly great ease does he fall in love, and without a care, he will flirt shamelessly with anyone he finds an interest in.
In a manner that could be considered somewhat masochistic, he finds great satisfaction in pushing people’s buttons, riling them up, and reaping any physical consequences of their wrath. Danger draws him in irresistibly, and only out of concern for worrying loved ones can the precarious extent of his recklessness be held back at all.
Beyond merely the sensations themselves, the simple thrills of fast-paced combat tempt him like little else, and unpredictability at its essence is one of his greatest pleasures. With the immortal nature of his existence, he finds little reason to take care for the preservation of his physical body, and will jump into all the worst of situations without nearly a second thought.
Demeanor
As passionately as he lives life itself, his demeanor is instead at default a calm, refined one. With no wish to so easily display the sides himself that he deems undesirable or inappropriate, he wears a mask of gentle composure, with softly gazing eyes and a sophisticated smile curved of his lips. Still, he is playful, flirtatious, and fun-loving, finding an even childish joy on occasion in the simplest of experiences.
Despite oftentimes preferring other's impressions to remain as are, that isn't at all to say that he's an ever composed, unfazed person, either. The closer or more attracted he is to someone, the more of his unfiltered emotions they would be likely to see, regardless of any preferences of his own otherwise. Once the mask falls—much to his dismay—it rarely is able to repair in whole, and he can eventually contrast so far as to a complete airheaded mess.
Largely, Caelestis’ approach depends merely on who he interacts with. From polite and graceful, to feminine and flirtatious—and any mixture between—the face he displays shapes itself to suit those around him. His perhaps most carefree self is playful, teasing, and provocative of any short tempers, but that self often reels naturally in to an approach that feels most appropriate and considerate to the one before him. One may see him only at his very mildest—gentle, sweet, and caring—while another may instead be subjected to the release of his most jovial, aggravating of whims. It’s a gamble, if anything were.
Disposition
Beneath it all, lies a deep, reluctant insecurity—a feeling that he does not deserve anything that he has nor wants, and great loathing towards the person he once was, as well as at times fears he still is. He isn't as strong as he wishes he could be, and hopes to appear to others.
Still, through Caelestis' attempts to compensate for his self of the distant past, he tries and tries to better understand the views of others. To care with compassion and as much empathy as he can manage, particularly as one with far less natural possession of the latter than he wishes, and still struggling at times to avoid allowing his world to revolve too purely around his own thoughts and perceptions.
He tries so greatly that his morals can nearly overwhelm his being at times, ridden by guilts of his desires alone, and yearning to help even more than his capabilities within reason can possibly allow him. Selfless, yet selfish as can be at the same time, for Caelestis wants nothing but the best for those he loves, but when such a thing conflicts with the desires of his heart, his willpower falters frustratingly. More than anything, he wishes to be a good person, but the person that he is cannot become that as easily as he yearns for.
And even while this is so, those he holds no individual attachment to, he can instead have difficulty seeing as living, breathing beings at all, for people so easily blend into meaningless mobs and faceless figures from a distance that he has trouble wrapping his head around the fact that their existences are just as genuine as any other.
One had best not expect any moral dilemmas from him over killing minor enemies, but neither any willpower in the slightest to prioritize the many over one. Caelestis’ heart attaches so candidly to his affections that his path can only follow the path that the other may take. To fall for someone less good-hearted may far too easily sweep away any remaining ethics till the significance of the world around him dissipates entirely. It is a dangerous road to fall into, and while he knows that, it can be difficult to so much as consider turning back before it’s already far too late.
Values & Habits
Carefree and easygoing before anything else, he takes matters at his own leisurely pace, and while a stagnant, routinely life feels a confinement that wears him down suffocatingly, it is neither any rushed haste that he wishes for, either. The universe around him is one filled with the finest of mysteries and wonders—what is life when not experiencing it all to its fullest? It is this very desire that drives him so steadily forward to begin with, for a beauty can be found in both the thrilling and the gentle, and he cherishes them both dearly.
In a similar manner, he enjoys asking questions, learning new things, and also has a tendency of getting far too involved in business that isn’t quite his own. A slight nosiness naturally comes along with this, and while at least with typically only good intentions, Caelestis tries his best still to withhold the persisting temptations to pry.
Although while Caelestis’ endless desire for more—that ceaseless longing for the unknown—perhaps encompasses his approach to life at its essence, and he cannot truly be tied down to to the known, he does not always tire of it, either. Any intimate attachments he forms will not simply fade so easily, oftentimes lingering so greatly that he cannot let go even when wished. His heart is not fickle, but ever hungering and boundless, craving far more than it had ought to take. Stubbornly so to a fault, and as his attempts at withholding this side of him are often not as successful as ideal, he exists instead torn painfully between the unfortunate conflict of his ideals and desires.
The beginning
A leaf on a tree, golden and gleaming, existed peacefully in a heavenly abode far above. It was a beautiful, serene place of gold and sunlight, free of any mortal desires and all suffering, yet the leaf was not happy. The branches that it shared with countless other souls, the sense of connection that was not purely its own, dissatisfied this leaf that was still only a leaf. It was a world of bliss, subtle and so very refined, and yet the leaf was not blissful, for this very anchored, unchanging life, with only a single scenery to observe from its rooted spot, a select few sensations to feel, and nothing but a singular eternity to know of, was all what it had grown so tired of.
No other existences felt to mind it at all, and the leaf, even knowing that it was only itself that had formed any such unnatural thoughts, never could stop yearning to leave. Yet unchanging as that realm was, there were no seasons, and the wind was always so very gentle, and never would it fall. But one day in its timeless eternity—far different from the usual euphoric breezes—an odd gust rushed by with an odd flurry, swift and strong, and the singular leaf alone blew away along with it, finally free.
Following the wind from realm to realm, that leaf was eventually left in a plane between the celestial realms and the material world far below, where it was able to finally leave the shackles of its unwanted body, and possessed enough power to create one of its own. It took on a name, an identity, and eventually, became known as Caelestis.
Early existence
In the earlier times of his newfound life, Caelestis ventured these planes with curiosity and wonder. Everything was utterly new to him. He'd first seen sights as a spirit invisible to the world around him, but had never felt them as he could with a proper body. This was truly living. It was beautiful, delightful, intoxicating, riveting. People would see him, notice him, and respond to him. So thoroughly new to any actual experiences in life, he dove in eagerly, and with a naivety that would not typically be expected of most. He learned of how greatly he adored the feelings of physical, intimate contact, being loved by others and loving in turn, of all the wonders it involved. He tried all sorts of foods and activities, and while some of it he liked, and some not as much, it was all amazing. The universe was an infinitely vast place of possibilities, and he wanted to experience them all.
Though while relatively harmless at first, this sense of unfamiliarity also brought along a lack of understanding of many more important things as well. Even when walking upon their plane, he viewed mortals from above yet still. With little in the ways of sympathy and true compassion, and a near complete disconnect from the views of others, he treated the worlds around him as a game. The people as mere toys within. Dancing joyously and carefree in his playground, Caelestis acted upon his own whims without a second thought, whether good or bad—kind or corrupt. Everything needed to go his way.
Even when falling in love wholeheartedly, he could not fathom why it was that he would so often end up hated and alone again and again. He would do anything he deemed necessary to attain the love he wanted, from deviously tearing apart couples, to removing any unwanted obstacles from the picture entirely. It mattered not either in the slightest whether he already had another himself. He needed everything. Yet without any seemingly deeper malice behind it all, his emotions would at times almost resemble more so that of a clueless, but greatly spoiled child, holding little true understanding of the weight his actions held.
Metamorphosis
Caelestis had always been free. Living as he wished and doing as he pleased. If he was to be unhappy, then he may scream and cry, blame the world and blame himself if he truly must, but he was who he was and he would not regret or apologize for this identity that had been so eternally yearned for himself, and finally attained. He would remain free and unrestrained no matter what fate would bring upon him as a result.
The inevitable change to it all came in the form of one being that had been too foolish to carelessly cross. A kind celestial much more powerful than he, treading the same realm as he on a mission of their own. In an unfortunate twist of fate, their affections had landed upon the same human, and with the advantage of surprise, he tore up their heart and their body out of jealousy for the bond they had formed in his place. Yet that golden soul, feeling little but pity for this sad and lonely leaf, cast upon him only their final wishes as a gift before their physical form faded from that mortal plane. They wished upon him self-awareness and understanding. That he could know of his wrongdoings and feel the guilt and remorse one needed to grow.
The universe heard this wish, and the selfish, rogue celestial was cast into a nightmare of his deeds. Caelestis would feel guilt. He would feel the crushing weight of every innumerable malevolent action he had wrought upon the world. He tore himself away from his body, secluding far away for innumerable years as his mind and morals were reformed within himself, rewriting and rewiring into a fuller, superior imitation of a human.
It was warm and frightening and as if his soul itself was tearing and reforming, artificially destroying the fearless personality that had been so firmly ingrained as deep as the purest self. Thoughts and feelings exploded from everywhere and nowhere. A sense of right and wrong that suddenly mattered. He was the lowest, most wicked of scum—shallow, selfish and cruel to the most irredeemable of extents. That he was the true him, but no longer the whole of the feelings within him, through no will of his own.
He hated it and himself, and embraced it desperately while denying it with nothing he truly had left. Caelestis' identity warped and muddled, and something that was not him seeped and spread within like a gentle, excruciating virus.
Never had he been worthy of love. And never had he once deserved it. That much he did know now.
The day Caelestis eventually reemerged would appear no different than any other at a glance. Yet for any that had known him, it would seem as if a new soul entirely had possessed that familiar, unnatural body, as this new identity finally clung desperately to what it had become with no remaining will to fight it. The real him was only a memory, always lingering at the back of his head, reminding him of what he truly was and always had been.
He acted uncertainly as what it seemed a good person had ought to be, while trying to understand it as unfamiliarly and extrinsically as one fumbling through learning their first words—and as he himself had taken his first eager steps in the mortal world. It felt bitter, but there was no choice left to be made.
Though he made for a glorious fake. An imitation, perhaps, of that very celestial that had ever magnanimously brought him here, so carefully thoughtful and sincere. Considerate—as if attempting so very desperately to pretend it was real, and to compensate for the hungry wantonness of his previous self. Desperately did he attempt to tear away and shun those loathsome aspects of himself that had never truly been eradicated, but only counterbalanced enough to stand out in contrast like a looming devil within.
The present
Caelestis doesn't know how much he's truly grown. How much is of his own and what was implanted within by the will of that celestial. He tries and tries to be as real as he can be without returning to who he previously was, while the nagging whispering of an imposter sounds within his ears as a dutiful reminder that such a thing is all he'll truly be.
Still, he wanders ceaselessly and freely on. Lingering remainders of those same emotions and whims still tug at him on occasion, never truly extinguished entirely, and all he can ever do is continue attempting to be that person that he hopes to be, while praying that one day, it will finally feel truly real enough.
Combat
Attack
Defence
Speed
Area of Effect
Magic
Support
- Certain strengths depend largely on his current manifestation/form, and the particular realm.
- When fighting in his physical form, he generally makes most use of melee distance, wielding dual daggers with fast yet graceful movements that are akin to a dance.
- His strengths include stealth, close-up combat, evasion, and assassination-esque kills. Gun fights are not his forte, nor can he wield any remotely heavy weapons.
- When it comes to his celestial form, he will often fight at more of a distance, and focus more so on crowd control and other larger attacks through the use of his leaves and other abilities.
- The golden leaves are faster, stronger, and easier to control when in his celestial form.
Tactic
Stealthy, offensive
Attitude
Merciful, but unhesistant
Distance
Primarily melee
Weapon
Dual daggers
Skills & abilities
Physical form
racial skill
Difficulty
Mastery
The most common form that he is seen in. Through taking advantage of the freedom over matter that he as a higher being holds in lower planes, Caelestis can create a long-lasting vessel that acts convincingly in imitation of a mortal body. His abilities are weakened, and capabilities are limited by what can reasonably be done as an outsider without creating too large of a ripple in the balance of things. Still, the immersion is one he oftentimes prefers, and could not linger so carelessly in the planes that he does without.
The vessel is immortal and unaging, but not invincible, and may succumb to injuries as any other body. Death comes largely without any particularly major consequence, as his soul will leave the body and return to the realms above without loss or damage. Although whether cremated quickly or decomposed gradually throughout the following years, he may only create a new body just the same and return eventually to the world below once the previous body is no longer.
As one who does not belong and is but a stranger filling in a role, who he was does not matter once he's gone. Those who encountered and knew of Caelestis in the past will remember him hazily and oftentimes inaccurately, with details and even the most core of memories lost in translation, muddled like a chalk painting smeared away by the passing rain.
While it's possible for those closest to eventually recall and recognize him as his new self, whether the connections can be made smoothly again is still not something to rely on, and is quite nearly the sole factor that keeps Caelestis from heading recklessly into the deadliest of situations at every opportunity.
Aside from that of death itself, his soul can part from his body with relative ease, the latter entering instead a somewhat coma-like state, lifeless and defenseless—but alive—until he returns. Though the act of re-entering is not so much without strain, fatiguing and greatly disorienting as both his body and soul are left to adjust to one another's presence once more, with any side effects strengthened depending on how long was spent outside of his body, and how many times the vessel has been abandoned previously. Doing so all too often can be harmful, and at times, fatal.
Not invincible, nor is it truly eternal, for even without undergoing any physical nor metaphysical harm, no physical matter that he is able to create will linger forever. Though it remains far, far longer than anything else of his creation, through the intricacy and care that it is maintained with compared to anything else—longer than any human lifespan—the time will still come that it eventually dissipates as well. And then, his time in that world, no matter what, is finally over.
Celestial form
racial ability
Difficulty
Mastery
A direct form, shaping his body out of his consciousness itself. This is no temporary vessel, and in any higher realms where it belongs, is as natural as air and effortless as breathing. For Caelestis, it was only eventually learned after having successfully broken from the boundaries of his initial botanical body—not so innate as with most other celestials. However, he carries himself with the air and poise of any other nonetheless.
It is powerful and divine, holding no mere otherworldly subtlety of his physical form. Undying as a soul, and as untouchable as a spectre. The natural, unmarred world surrounding will mold to his will, adjusting reality to his wishes. His vision is not limited to his eyes, his hearing not limited to his ears, and his body cannot be injured through physical means. Sensations and emotions are felt in a less direct, physical manner—more fully and powerfully, yet subtly, spreading throughout his being instead.
However, as an uncontained celestial manifestation, it is one that has no place in any mortal realms. The universe as well as many above do not approve such careless endeavors, and while they are often lenient with him in comparison to its power, retribution well-earned for the imprudent risk it brings to the natural balance of the realms is one that cannot be neglected, and Caelestis attempts to resort to it as scarcely as possible.
Incorporeal form
Racial ability
Difficulty
Mastery
The most subtle, bare, and natural form that Caelestis possesses. Without so much as a physical shape at all, he is untouchable and invisible to the world by default, seen only at all by eyes as one would a ghost or a spirit. Featureless even when perceivable, with only vague, shimmering shapes in resemblance of his usual self. He cannot interact directly with the world himself, and they cannot him. Most typically, it is the form he takes when scouting through a realm before leaping in fully, as well as after leaving the housing of his usual physical form for any reason.
At times, his emotions alone may draw him into this rawer state. At any such times, the line between his incorporeal and celestial forms is a thin one, as while at the cost of a great deal less control, his celestial abilities may be tapped into just the same, while empowered intensely and chaotically by the feelings alone that reverberate through his being. Silent without a voice, yet the air itself vibrates to his cries. In the most extreme cases, he can only return to previously at all once eventually and carefully soothed.
Golden leaves
Innate ability
Difficulty
Mastery
A somewhat mysterious ability of Caelestis'. Thin, thread-like metallic vines reminiscent of his own original nature as a leaf from a golden tree. Throughout many years of time, he has practiced control over them, and as of the present, they act as naturally as his own limbs, and as intricately as his mind can maneuver. They may grow from the soil of the ground, cracks in concrete, or phase from his own body in a surreal, non-graphic manner.
With enough time and concentration as they wind, wrap, layer, and condense—while he clutches carefully onto a vivid image within his mind—they can be formed into various small, solid objects, whether a delicate trinket to gift to a lover, or a pair of blades for battle. The sharp edges of the leaves and thin stems serve well at times also as a weapon themselves, and at his most focused, Caelestis can control and disable a small battlefield through the delicate vines alone.
His senses are faintly connected with them, experiencing what they feel vaguely as his own—whether the step of a foot or the slash of a blade—and perceiving their location within his mind when desired. When no longer needed, they dissipate at will, and few remains linger forever nonetheless. As much as he enjoys their company as well, they can be difficult to explain in many worlds, and so he oftentimes tries to make only subtle use of them when he can get away with it.
Fun fact: At close examination, the gold would not be identifiable as real gold. Trying to profit off of it is not recommended.
Regeneration
Passive
Difficulty
Mastery
Specific to his physical form, for it is the only one that any need may apply to. As an unchanging vessel of his creation, injuries of his body will gradually regenerate, the speed and efficiency at which depending on how attentively he is able to focus his mind at it. Small cuts and bruises can fade within minutes at most with barely a thought, and everything eventually recovers passively no matter what, so long as his body is able to stay alive long enough to do so. In that regard, his largest concerns are only that of larger injuries, when he has not the time nor clarity or focus of mind to speed up the healing process efficiently enough, and that is when wounds can unfortunately become fatal, still.
Minor reality-bending
Learned ability
Difficulty
Mastery
An ability that he can make use of even in his physical form, most easily describable as a sort of conjuration. Through a similar manner of manipulation to the creation of his own body, and with enough concentration and care, he can manifest various basic objects into existence. Any attempts are far more likely to succeed when in possession of a photo or other visual source to focus on, and with enough familiar vividness in perceiving the 3D form and texture of the intended item. Otherwise, good luck.
Even when successful, eventually, the object must dissipate, and so he cannot create anything for the use of any permanent or otherwise long-lasting means, nor for the sake of creating food to sustain his own form or other's hunger for long. It is as though an illusion, but real.
Reality-bending
Racial ability
Difficulty
Mastery
Exclusive to his celestial form. The world is a dream as any other, and as one from above, his mind acts as that of an awakened dreamer with a far greater ease. Any earthy terrain in the vicinity can so much as mold at his will, subtly, but more than enough so to tip odds in his favor. Mountains will certainly not move, but trees may bend, vines upon the ground may rise and twist, the ground itself at times may shift ever so faintly. He has little control over anything manmade, holding little enough of its original earthly essence to be nearly so easily malleable.
Possession
Natural ability
Difficulty
Mastery
Exclusive to his incorporeal form. Most simply, it is the ability to enter a mortal body not of his own and subtly influence the host from the back of their mind. At times, he may resort to it when desperately in need to return to a world shortly after dying, and unable to still make a new body of his own. It has its uses, although any attempts at possession work best in realms where such a thing is already at least somewhat possible, and there are many souls that he cannot coexist with.
Notes Relationships
General notes
- His name is actually pronounced 'Celestis' with a soft 'c'. I'm aware it's not the proper pronunciation.
- As for his gender, while he may present slightly more masculine at a glace, he doesn't actually identify with it greatly at all, and even leans somewhat feminine. While he may not always go out of his way to correct people in-universe unless there's an easy opportunity to mention it, please try not to describe as a man still if you can! I'd really appreciate it!
- His sexuality is primarily geared towards men, and he's not interested in women, or anyone otherwise particularly feminine.
- His otherworldly nature is by default a secret!! While it's not hard to tell something's up, he isn't open about it and still tries to blend in with the worlds he enters as much as he can. Other similar beings and the like may recognize him for who he is regardless, but he'll almost always default to hiding his identity. Expect any hints as rather his eyes being a little too bright, features just a little too fine, his unnatural lightness, and other things like rarely ever heading into restrooms.
- For anything overtly gendered, he even prefers the more feminine equivalents at times (including terms such as queen, bride, wife, mother, etc), and prefers being grouped with women over men if he had to choose.
- While he/him is most natural still and he isn't big on they/them pronouns in terms of himself, he doesn't really mind she/her.
- Appearance-wise, he could be considered around somewhere in the mid-twenties, or early thirties at most. Mentally to an extent as well, as he isn't exactly a wise, all-knowing sage, and doesn't easily mature in the same ways a human would over time. Although those 'older' than him physically still often don't entirely feel like elders to him. While he may not keep count, he knows that he has existed for a very, very long time, and that still influences his impressions in that regard.
- He's vegetarian (lacto-vegetarian specifically). He's uncomfortable around meat and eggs, and will not consume either at any costs.
- "Ākāśa" (roughly pronounced 'Akaasha') was the name he first associated with himself, but he seldomly uses it nowadays, and defaults to Caelestis most of the time. The former still feels like a bit more of a 'true' name to him, and more personal, in a way. Other celestial beings still typically refer to him as Akasa, although ones who look down upon him may also simply refer to him as "leaf". A harsh reminder of all he truly is.
- He is typically capable of wielding some form of magic in worlds where it exists. His abilities are largely only truly limited by what can reasonably be done as an outsider without standing out all too unnaturally.
Physical notes
- He's extremely light—a side effect of his ethereal nature, regardless of the realm. While often advantageous, it's also something he has to be a bit wary of in many situations for how unnatural it is for his stature. Think like, around 60 lbs/27 kg or so. Go ahead and yeet him, topple him over, etc. He can even just get blown over by the wind sometimes.
- He has very poor physical strength. Even if he works out rigorously, there's a fairly low limit to the levels of improvement he can make, far below what one would expect of someone of his build.
- He has no bodily needs. Even hygiene isn't a problem unless he actively gets covered in dirt or something. Caelestis' body is just a physical illusion of one, and to purposefully attempt to implement any such complex and unappealing functions has little point in his eyes.
- With no digestive system, he doesn't actually digest anything even despite being able to eat food. Rather, it fuses into the rest of his body as a sort of fuel for helping to maintain the physicality of his form. It doesn't even technically matter whether something is edible, but he still has taste buds, and so does naturally prefer things that are for the most part.
- Technically speaking, if he goes long enough without sustenance, his form will grow lighter and lighter until it begins to lose its physicality entirely. It takes roughly the amount of time it would for someone to starve to death for the more dire effects to begin appearing, so it isn't something he has to worry about too frequently though. He doesn't experience any physical discomforts of actual hunger or thirst.
- He doesn't actually dream, and will just temporarily return to a subtle state within his inner realm instead. Something he's always been curious on what it's like, and at times wishes he could.
- Caelestis' fangs can be used to suck blood. Despite enjoying the taste of it, especially with the deeper essence it holds over any ordinary food, he doesn't make use of them often due to the lack of genuine need in the vast majority of realms. Typically, he only ends up doing so in more dire situations, as it does help him recover his injuries faster and sustain his physical form better. Consider it like a sort of life-steal ability. (And no, as a vegetarian myself, I don't really count humanoid blood as breaking that diet lol)
- He isn't particularly sensitive to temperatures, and often won't notice any unbearable difference unless something is freezing cold or burning hot. While he is overall slightly more sensitive to the cold than the heat, he still largely only dresses accordingly for the various seasons for the sake of not looking too out of place. Direct, bright sunlight is an odd exception, however, any lengthened exposure to it genuinely bothers him.
Personality notes, etc
- He has a witty, sarcastic sense of humor. Unfortunately, I just have no idea how to write it.
- He flirts in a very feminine manner. Not quite in a young, 'girly' way exactly, but as you might picture a feminine, fun and flirtatious, but mature woman doing so. Caelestis is a lady at heart uwu.
- His sleeping habits are largely just whatever whenever, although with undeniable preference towards later, less sunny hours. He doesn't even technically need sleep most of the time, but can still get plenty drowsy after a while.
- Naps are very important to him, and he dozes off all the time with little care for the location, especially if there's nothing at all to keep him busy.
- He's not great with children. He doesn't really know how to deal with them, dislikes having to take care of them, and overall finds them to be confusing and more than a little overwhelming. Having never actually experienced childhood himself probably doesn't help.
- Despite this, he almost somewhat likes the thought of having offspring, especially with people he likes. Just... he'd rather they skip the child phase entirely.
- Caelestis is fairly easily flustered when it comes to people he's especially attracted to or feels vulnerable around, but not as much so with many others.
- He holds little attachment to most material belongings, unless they specifically hold some sort of sentimental value. It's difficult to hold onto such things regardless when he's constantly on the move, although he does have a small stash in his inner realm for things that are genuinely important to him.
- He tries very hard to avoid dealing with hospitals and doctors, due to not only not really needing them, but also due to the concern of them discovering just how out of the ordinary his body is when they examine him.
OOC notes
Nondescriptive important note for adults to make note of, especially for the sake of compatibility with any potential ships: He is a very strict bottom, with no exceptions in any form!
- Most interactions in forum games and such could be considered somewhat canon on his end by default, since there generally isn't any reason for them not to be, with how he is and all. But do note that I don't usually picture interactions with different characters taking place at at all the same period of time, unless said characters exist in the same universe and at the same time. When he enters a realm and becomes attached to it, he only really leaves briefly when he has to until he's 'finished' with it.
Relationships Notes
Edited by me, w/ some minor layout inspo credit to Aurorean
Silent Wings - Secret Garden
Caelestis.
A rogue celestial who spends the time of his vast eternity traveling through various realms below, relishing in the thrill and sense of wonder in exploring an unfamiliar world.
About.
I
Gender
Nonbinary
Pronouns
He/him (but not a man!!)
Age
Ancient (Adult)
Race
Celestial
Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Voice
Background.
II
The Beginning
A leaf on a tree, golden and gleaming, existed peacefully in a heavenly abode far above. It was a beautiful, serene place of gold and sunlight, free of any mortal desires and all suffering, yet the leaf was not happy. The branches that it shared with countless other souls, the sense of connection that was not purely its own, dissatisfied this leaf that was still only a leaf.
One day in its timeless eternity—far different from the usual euphoric breezes—an odd gust rushed by with an odd flurry, swift and strong, and the singular leaf alone blew away along with it, finally free.
Following the wind from realm to realm, that leaf was eventually left in a plane between the celestial realms and the material world far below, where it was able to finally leave the shackles of its unwanted body, and possessed enough power to create one of its own. It took on a name, an identity, and eventually, became known as Caelestis.
Early Existence
In the earlier times of his newfound life, Caelestis ventured these planes with curiosity and wonder. Everything was utterly new to him. He'd first seen sights as a spirit invisible to the world around him, but had never felt them as he could with a proper body. So thoroughly new to any actual experiences in life, he dove in eagerly, and with a naivety that would not typically be expected of most.
Though while relatively harmless at first, this sense of unfamiliarity also brought along a lack of understanding of many more important things as well. Even when walking upon their plane, he viewed mortals from above yet still.
With little in the ways of sympathy and true compassion, and a near complete disconnect from the views of others, he treated the worlds around him as a game. The people as mere toys within. Dancing joyously and carefree in his playground, Caelestis acted upon his own whims without a second thought, whether good or bad—kind or corrupt. Everything needed to go his way.
Mid-to-present
The inevitable change to it all came in the form of one being that had been too foolish to carelessly cross. A kind celestial much more powerful than he, treading the same realm on a mission of their own. In an unfortunate twist of fate, their affections had landed upon the same human, and with the advantage of surprise, he tore up their heart and their body out of jealousy for the bond they had formed in his place. Yet that golden soul, feeling little but pity for this sad and lonely leaf, cast upon him only their final wishes as a gift before their physical form faded from that mortal plane. They wished upon him self-awareness and understanding. That he could know of his wrongdoings and feel the guilt and remorse one needed to grow.
The universe heard this wish, and the selfish, rogue celestial was cast into a nightmare of his deeds. He tore himself away from his body, secluding far away for innumerable years as his mind and morals were reformed within himself, rewriting and rewiring into a fuller, superior imitation of a human.
He hated it and himself, and embraced it desperately while denying it with nothing he truly had left. Caelestis' identity warped and muddled, and something that was not him seeped and spread within like a gentle, excruciating virus. He was no longer himself. He wasn't truly this, either. And yet the feelings of guilt tearing away within him felt just as real as anything else ever had.
Never had he been worthy of love. And never had he once deserved it. That much he did know now.
The day Caelestis eventually reemerged would appear no different than any other at a glance. Yet for any that had known him, it would seem as if a new soul entirely had possessed that familiar, unnatural body, as this new identity finally clung desperately to what it had become with no remaining will to fight it. The real him was only a memory, always lingering at the back of his head, reminding him of what he truly was and always had been.
Caelestis doesn't know how much he's truly grown. How much is of his own and what was implanted within by the will of that celestial. He tries and tries to be as real as he can be without returning to who he previously was, while the nagging whispering of an imposter sounds within his ears as a dutiful reminder that such a thing is all he'll truly be.
Still, he wanders ceaselessly and freely on. Lingering remainders of those same emotions and whims still tug at him on occasion, never truly extinguished entirely, and all he can ever do is continue attempting to be that person that he hopes to be, while praying that one day, it will finally feel truly real enough.
Appearance.
III
Hair
wavy, dark red
Skin
pale but warm. ivory
Eyes
bright gold
Height
165 cm (174 cm w/ heels)
Build
toned, lithe, inverted triangle
- His main look in ref sheet is primarily associated with his celestial form, and any modern or otherwise less ornate looks with his physical form. He typically shouldn't look out of place next to others.
- Eyes are elegantly downturned—don't upturn them if possible!
- One large golden leaf earring hangs from his left ear.
Silky waves colored a deep red fall to slightly past his shoulders, with most typically one side left loose to fall in front of his right eye, and the other tucked delicately behind his left ear, displaying a large golden leaf earring. His body is as if molded by a master sculptor, textured soft, delicate, and smooth as though porcelain—without any natural, mortal flaws or blemishes—and toned a milky white, pale to a somewhat ethereal extent with the warm, ivory vibrance it holds. The features upon his face could be regarded as somewhat masculine, but with a softness that balances as well to a gentle beauty, and his eyes, with irises a bright gold, tilt slightly downwards in an elegant curve.
Theme.
IV
golden leaves. red roses. flowers. branches. regal elegance. silk. sensual and seductive. divine.
Powers.
V
Demeanor.
VI
Instinctive
Calculated
Cruel
Kind
Deceptive
Sincere
Unjust
Fair
Indifferent
Emotional
Reserved
Affectionate
Caelestis wears a mask of gentle composure, with softly gazing eyes and a sophisticated smile curved of his lips. His demeanor defaults to a calm, refined one, yet the person and context matter most, for he is also carefree, teasing, and fun-loving, finding an even childish joy on occasion in the simplest of experiences. From polite and graceful, to feminine and flirtatious—and any mixture between—the face he displays shapes itself to suit those around him. One may see him only at his very mildest—gentle, sweet, and caring—while another may instead be subjected to the release of his most jovial, aggravating of whims. It’s a gamble, if anything were.
Additional Facts.
VII
Notes
- His name is actually pronounced 'Celestis' with a soft 'c'. I'm aware it's not the proper pronunciation.
- As for his gender, while he may present slightly more masculine at a glace, he doesn't actually identify with it greatly at all, and even leans somewhat feminine. Please try not to describe as a man, if you can!
- His sexuality is primarily geared towards men, and he's not interested in women, or anyone otherwise particularly feminine.
- His otherworldly nature is by default a secret!! While it's not hard to tell something's up, he isn't open about it and still tries to blend in with the worlds he enters as much as he can.
- Appearance-wise, he could be considered around the age of a young adult. Somewhere in the mid-twenties, or early thirties at most.
- Vegetarian (lacto-vegetarian specifically). He's uncomfortable around meat and eggs, and will not consume either at any costs.
- Fairly easily flustered when it comes to people he's especially attracted to or feels vulnerable around, but not as much so with many others.
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A strict bottom.
Trivia
- Speaks English with a fairly posh British accent, picked up eventually from hearing them most commonly where he traversed.
- Can climb trees with an almost uncanny efficiency, even in heels, and enjoys spending time in them. Sometimes falls off when he dozes.
- Doesn't have the greatest grasp on modern slang, memes, and other similar things. With refusal to so much as carry a phone, things like social media and video games are absolutely beyond him.
- Extremely light—a side effect of his ethereal nature. Think like, around 60 lbs/27 kg or so. Go ahead and yeet him, topple him over, etc. He can even just get blown over by the wind sometimes.
- Not innately poor at cooking, but he goes about it in a manner that makes one wish he hadn't. The more intense of a reaction a taste creates, the more he enjoys it himself, and that reflects a bit in his cooking choices.
- A die-hard fan of lemons and lemonade, and will often eat the former whole, rind and all.
- While he/him is most natural still and he isn't big on they/them pronouns, he doesn't really mind she/her.
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