The Lightbringer
꧁ Gleeon Onyx ꧂
⚜ Former Billionaire ⚜ Warlock ⚜ Half human, half Draconic ⚜ Immortal ⚜
Occupation:
Gleeon has and still operates a safe haven for supernatural, beast-like, and other non-human-type beings, any entity that seeks refuge from mankind without the fear of being poached or persecuted. This can include everything from mages, to anomalous people, vampires, sentient creatures not of this world, and even dragons. All are welcomed if they are not a liability or a risk to his group. Not a place for murderous beings to hide.
This haven can be found his estate: A large property that sits on a lakefront, surrounded by woodland mountains and forests. Since a few members of his group consist of giant reptiles, it provides wide-open spaces with the terrain obscuring it from the sight of his neighbors.
Disposition:
Selfless is one way to describe him, more than willing to aid others in need. Regardless of what species, ethnicity, religion, or what world somebody is from, they’re always welcomed with open arms, no individual is antagonized for their background.
Gleeon is both kind-hearted & a warrior all in one, low-energy, and often seen as the voice of reason by those in his group. He's proactive in tending to those in need, also a good listener when somebody needs to get something off their chest. Can be a good mentor figure for younger individuals in his family of monsters.
When it comes to entertainment and hobbies, he's into a lot of Sci-Fi shows, reading, swimming (thanks to a certain Siren), and model-building.
Beware: He's a bad cook. So much that he burnt tea. Others in his group have banned him from making anything in their kitchen.
Appearance:
Skin Tone: Pale
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Gold irises with black scleras
Feral Form
Skills/Attributes:
Long ago during his youth, he caught a fatal illness. Unable to bear the thought of losing a child, his adopted mother of a Dragoness injected him with her own blood. This process rewrote his DNA, which in turn gave him extremely high resistance to many diseases and viruses, with inhuman strength, and increased senses.
Due to the wish of a siren he courted, the man was bestowed with immortality. This does not mean invulnerability, only that dying of old age is no longer a risk.
Gleeon is well-versed in the use of Aeromancy: Wind magic. This enables him to manipulate the very air molecules, either by creating jetstreams of air, conjuring up tornados, use it for levitation/flight, or redirecting the wind. This can include the ability to make spheres of compressed atmosphere before launching them as explosive projectiles once the pressure is released. Since Gleeon can tap directly into oxygen molecules, he can cause a vacuum to instantly put out fires, or as a counter against pyromancy.
Sorcery aside, the Warlock also favors the use of modern firearms, useful for the sake of avoiding unwanted attention since magic can be quite destructive. His preferred ranged weapon is a Judge or Governor pistol, despite having a collection of rifles and many other items, many of which are unsurprisingly illegal.
Three decades ago...
Amazons, a large warrior tribe comprised of all women from ancient folklore that still exist to this day who live a life of isolation in the modern world, being nothing more than a shadow of the conquers they once were.
To sustain a consistent population, women of the tribe venture out of their territory to find and seduce men, where they intentionally impregnate themselves to later give birth to baby girls. However, doing so comes with an occasional problem: Sometimes they will receive a boy instead. Any male offspring are usually disposed of by dumping them off in the wild, typically in forests in hopes they’ll be mauled to death by predators or die from exposure.
However, there is one known case where one of these discarded children survived. Roughly thirty years ago, one Amazonian diverted from one of the usual dumping grounds and left the child by some ruins instead for unknown reasons.
Little did this cruel mother know that there was a Dragoness inhabiting the temple, an eastern one. Upon discovering the abandoned kid, she took him in and raised the boy. Gleeon, as she named him, would grow up under her guidance, learning how to wield air-based magic, and many other talents that would aid him in life. The two formed an inseparable bond.
Not long after he became of age, the young man was sent out by her for him to experience life and mingle with other humans. The first few years were rough, having to scavenge for food, find temporary shelter, avoid arrest while snatching leftover meals, and seek a job simultaneously. Eventually, his efforts paid off.
As for the specifics of what exactly happened and led his current situation in life, that is for you to find out, should you embark on that adventure.
~Side Characters~
Abraham Sullivan:
Perhaps the last and only surviving World War One veteran still alive to this day, in addition to being David Sullivan's twin brother. Well over a century ago, Abe was drafted and enlisted, having become the driver of a Mark Five tank his crew nicknamed: Steelheart.
The final operation they would participate in was the siege of a weapons lab, under the control of another nation called the Dominion. He and his crew managed to break through enemy lines and enter the facility, only to discover a device capable of freezing time in its immediate vicinity called a Stasis Bomb. Rightfully fearful of what would happen to their fellow troops, Abraham and the others loaded it onto their vehicle before driving away in an effort to move it off-site. Unexpectedly- it went off, putting him and the surviving crew into suspended animation in time for the next hundred years.
Upon being released into the modern age from the stasis bomb deactivating, he was discovered by Gleeon's group and taken under his wing. With help from the family man himself and Cassella, Abe was brought up to speed for the most crucial things with the current era and history. Slowly but surely, they assisted him with integrating back into modern society, which felt like a whole new world to him.
Abraham is indifferent and welcoming to most newcomers, well-disciplined, along with not wanting to start emotional conflicts or participate in one. While not the most talkative person out there, he still attempts to socialize with others.
Personality aside, he has a few passions due to having some artistic skills: Sketching, aviation enthusiast, model trains, automobiles, naval architecture/history, and rail-fanning. (Due to him being a railroad engineer before the Great War.)
Being a man with no special powers, Abe is heavily experienced with firearms and operating large vehicles from driving a tank during his military career. Thanks to a number of other smaller conflicts on Gleeon's end, he became even more battle-hardened.
Valery Koslov:
Out in the wilderness of the city Pripyat in Ukraine, a young mage was growing up under the care of a witch, who had been orphaned at the time. The infamous Chernobyl nuclear disaster occurred, which unsurprisingly contaminated its surroundings.
Much of the radioactive smoke and particles came down on him. Valery had sustained a fatal dose and radiation burns, which left him bed-ridden in what was thought to be his last few days alive. Unexpectedly... A deity of some sort had entered his home. This mysterious being cast a number of powerful spells upon him before immediately leaving.
In a short time span, Koslov mustered enough strength to rise out of bed, no longer falling victim to cellular death across his body. The spells used gave him immediately to radiation, and the ability to absorb it at well. While this was a blessing, it did not undo the cosmetic damage: His face and skin were ruined far beyond recognition, making him resemble a charred zombie.
To hide his horrific appearance, he wears a cloak and covers his face/skin in white bandages. Valery wields a sharpened shovel as a melee weapon, which he dipped in damaged uranium fuel rods to make it volatile. This vile item can cause severe radiation burns to anyone struck by his shovel, or foolish enough to grab it. Any living being can expect to get cancer later on and experience radiation sickness in the short term. In addition, he uses pyromancy-based magic, often lacing it with radiation for more devastating effects.
While his methods for defending himself are highly questionable, Val is a cinnamon roll for the most part, one with a lot of energy. He tends to be an extrovert around anyone that won't judge or find his appearance suspicious. Currently, he travels the world in search of anything that could help him achieve his ultimate end goal: Reconstructing his face.
In the present, he's recently joined the Sullivan family and has developed a close friendship with Cassella.
Comments
She has always been one to rise up so early out of habit. Sleeping in has always been far away from her options even when responsibility was no longer there to haunt her. Even when there's nothing left for her to watch over than the rest of the stars speckled above, fading away into light. Early to bed and early to head out, even though the distance from their now humble lakeside house was none too far.
The appeal of it was something that she cannot explain. Perhaps it was how easy everything was on the eyes, when the darkness cloaked the rest of the place. Perhaps it's just the silence, where she can hear her thoughts the loudest, when overthinking is what she can do best. This draconic entity stayed there until the first bits of sunrise, feeling its warmth coursing through her.
What that day will bring this time, she doesn't know. Life has been very uncertain ever since they fled the ship.
Eyes snapped open the moment she first heard the approaching footsteps. Seeing Gleeon exit this little home of theirs brought an odd sense of relief, and yet from a distance away, sharp eyes already noted the look on his face. Nothing was said as he drew close, only letting him be as he plopped right by her side.
The man was minuscule compared to that horned head, along with the adornments of billowing feathers damp from the morning dew, and yet she curled up, depositing her massive snout near his lap. Fiery gold eyes just gazed at him, unblinking. "You've been having those dreams several nights in a row. Those songs really got through your head." How many times did she warn him way back? Her voice was a quiet rumble, almost as quiet as that morning breeze. A quiet sigh was heaved, and yet she gently nudged him anyway, using her tail to press him closer. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Instinctively, Caelestra ducked when the deafening bang richeted through the air. Her hands wrapped around her head as her shoulders curled inward. THEY WERE SHOOTING AT HER NOW!?! A strained whimpered choked out of her throat. God damn it, what she did get into. The single shot made everything in her want to freeze and she stumbled over her feet as she tried to keep running. Adrenaline was the only thing to chase away the fatigue that threatened to consume her. When the lightning started to come for her though everything in her froze. Her whole body wired. Eyes widened to the size of saucers. Breath caught in her throat. It had to be a miracle it didn’t strike her. Slowly, she turned her head.
Her mouth went dry as she gaped. Dead. Holy shit he was dead. Fried like a damn charred turkey leg at the state Fair and 100 times less appealing. Acid rose in her throat and her stomach churned. She starred so hard she entirely missed Gleeon appearing next to her until those thundering shots resounded in her ears. Flinching with every shot. “He’s dead,” she whispered. “He’s dead.” she looked at him, at the gun, and at another dropping corpse. “Oh my god,” she gave a painful whine in the back of her throat.
Stumbling steps followed him against her will. Or rather, it was the only thing he gave her to focus on so she did it. “You k-killed h-him,” she muttered. A hand went to her stomach and before she could stop it all contents in her stomach were hurled into the alleyway with her and at her feet. Thank the gods for rain boots. Precious air rasped through her lips as she tried to get her bearings. “Deal with them?” she growled, half shaking her head as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. Her stomach rolling again. She gagged again as she curled around.
Adrenaline was the only thing that made her stay present. The only thing that prevented her from curling into a ball and giving herself up right there. Energy rippled through her sinewy muscles. Thunder crackled overhead the force of it rattled her bones. Caelestra felt itchy and like she had to keep moving. Everything in her felt like it was colliding and ready to storm the way the clouds did over head. “Y-you w-want to d-deal with them?” she sputtered trying to keep her teeth from rattling endlessly in her jaw.
“YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM!” Wild, frantic eyes turned on Gleeon. Blue strands of hair clung to her head the more it rained on her. She ripped her hand from his grasp. “I asked for HELP! Not,” she waved her hands furiously in the air. “NOT WHATEVER THIS IS!” A crackling wire over the street, crackled louder and louder until finally it burst with her final yell. The wire snapped. Electric currents rippled through the air, crackling through the storm. Drawn to it, a roaring bolt of lightning struck the street below. The crackle of it ruptured through the air louder than any thunder clap. Nature’s bomb went over. Overloaded street lamps burst any light in them snuffed out by the storm around them and growing in her, rippling off her in waves.
She staggered back with her hands raised to shield her from the rain shower of glass on the street. Their little alleyway was fairly protected, but the men on the street weren’t. Those that were unable to duck for cover were pelted with glass shards. A few delivered the fatal blow while others delayed them. Thankfully she couldn’t see the ripple of destruction directly. “I didn’t want this,” she mumbled. “I didn’t want them dead. I didn’t. I didn’tIdidn’t,” her presence of mind was slowly beginning to fracture as she lost her sense of control. Eyes wide and feral. Hands shaking and teeth clattering together. Salty tears spill from her eyes like a waterfall. And though everything in her told her to run, even from Gleeon she looked at him through weeping eyes. Wordlessly pleading for the help she’d originally sought.
Thunderclouds hung over Manhattan on that humid mid-afternoon, darkening the streets and threatening to rain. Moments later, the rain came down all at once, pelting the asphalt of the streets that hadn't seen rain in days. Street lights and shop signs became hazy under the foggy mist hovering over the sidewalks, cars passing by only brought more mist into the air. Then, commotion was heard coming from inside of a bar, followed by a drunk man being swiftly kicked out of the door and into the rain ass-first. He stumbled to his wobbly feet and drifted away, mumbling profanities in a drunken stupor, attempting to hail a cab. On the door of the bar were the words 'Sundown'.
Inside, the bar was low-lit, the lights coming from the shelf of booze behind the bar table and lamps at every table and booth. The walls were black, as well as the seating, the tables were a dark wood and the bar table had a marble-top. There were a few people situated in the booths, but only one at the bar itself, as if the distance was intentional, there was cold silence for a few moments depending on how quickly the stranger had entered. Despite how tense those in the booths were, the one on the stools to the stranger's left seemed to mind her own business. Raven black, wavy hair spilled just past her shoulders, and was pale as a ghost. The grey tank top and black leggings she wore hugged her swimmer-like frame, the tank exposed the tattoo on her left shoulder to her elbow of roses and an upside-down compass. She seemed occupied with a crossword puzzle, a rum and coke was settled on a coaster just by her puzzle.
||Yeet dis is hyper late
Xeryssa seemed busy.
A heavy sigh flowed down the phone line at her name. He recognized. Thank the Gods he recognized her. Heart pounding in her chest, Caelestra tried to look around and spot anything she might recognize. “I-I-I’m not sure,” she said defeatedly. Really she hadn’t been in town that long. Caelestra was as much a tourist here as she was anywhere else. Never finding a home or place to stay for long. Always passing through and not growing attached to anyone or anything. “I was near the Pike’s Market earlier, been walking around since and made my way towards,” she looked around for anything that would indicate where she is. “I’m closer towards the space needle.”
Without making it too obvious she looked over her shoulder for a street sign. “Union Ave! I’m on Union Ave!” Realizing she had practically screamed it into the phone, Caelestra ducked her head again and curled her shoulders in. Fuck she was going to get caught and it was all going to be her own doing. “Okay, I’ll try.” She nodded and hung up the call. Everything in her screamed at her to run, but taking a deep breath, Caelestra straightened her spine. Act normal. Be normal. Don’t draw attention to yourself.
Caelestra pulled her phone back out and typed in the address for the Highland clinic. It was six blocks away and with every step she could feel the crowd thinning out. The rain picked up again going from a gentle rain to a heavy downpour. People sought for shelter this time compared to the rest. The hair on her arms raised and the sinking feeling in her stomach grew worse. They’d spotted her. Someone had. Caelestra could hold back the panic as her head snapped to look behind her. The hood fell down and her bright blue hair was instantly exposed to the rain. If they hadn’t spotted her before that bright blue beacon of a hair did the trick now.
Turquoise eyes met the steel eyes of the man who tried to intimidate her before. A slow toothy grin spread over his twisted features. Shark. He was a shark on the hunt and he spotted her. It didn’t matter that she had made headway and was a good two blocks ahead of him now. The crowd parted as she turned and made a run for it.
I have to get away. Booted feet pounded on the wet pavement. Her breath hitched in her lungs as her body fought to fight and flee and not panic all at once.
Get away. Getaway.Getawaygetaway
The sides of her vision began to blur. The sidewalk path felt smaller and more narrow. Hell to her it looked like. Her fingers tingled and she heard the power lines above her head another block down. Their distant humming grew louder and louder in her ears.
Awayawayaway
The humming drowned out the pounding of her heart.
AWAY
The humming snapped and turned into firecrackers in her ears. Sparks crackled along the power line, but she didn’t notice. She couldn’t focus on anything else but running. “Gleeon, please,” she whispered into the air.
Turquoise eyes widened as she heard the threat in the air. They had guns and by whatever wits she had about her their commander made sure they didn’t shoot here. Okay, so maybe they didn’t want to kidnap her. They wanted her dead? This day was getting better and better by the minute.
“Come on, come on,” she hissed on the second ring. “Pick up,” her voice nearly broke but she did everything to reign in the panic that threatened to take hold. Panic made the brain a sponge. If she could hold if off long enough she would continue to think straight. Caelestra tucked any stray strands of hair into her hood, hoping that the crowd of people and rain would make her blue hair less noticeable as they stalked her.
“Oh thank the Gods!” she exclaimed down the other line the moment it went from that desperate ring to his confused voice. Cael didn’t care less if she surprised him or not. Temporary relief coursed through her. Her shoulders caved in as she tried to make herself smaller among the throng of bodies. Thankfully the city was still bustling despite the rain. If there was one thing Seattle did right it was learning how to function even when the weather was sour.
“You told me to call you if I ever needed help,” she said a bit breathlessly into the phone. The adrenaline pumping through her veins forced her to only get the critical details out. “I’m being chased by some shady government looking dude and his little group of friends. Tried to corner me in an alley and toss me in a van,” she paused and dared a hesitant and discreet glance over her shoulder. Eyes danced rapidly to find those pursuing her. If she was able to catch even a glimpse of them he would hear her stumble over the words and suppress the whimper in her throat.
“I don’t know how long I can outrun them or how to dodge them.” Another lengthy pause as she searched the street for a shop she could duck into and a way to make herself scarce. His name was always tested on her tongue and if it wasn’t for the random encounter they recently had it was the way his name rolled off her tongue that would sound familiar and draw up the memory of her and that bright blue hair. She said even softer into the phone, “I need your help, Gleeon.”
{Do you have arch in mind? Or would you like to discuss possible plot lines?}
(I'd like write with you.)
(Is this an active acct to rp? Or no?)
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