#nephilin

Uncorrupted Helias.

Here’s how Helias used to look like before he lost a lot of his magical essence and turned pale like a ghost with extremely floofy white hair.

His style is still kinda similar with purples blues and yellows, but he no longer wears pants as often as he used to. Main reasoning being he finds them uncomfortable nowadays, same with shoes. His hair was shorter in the past, though not by much. Helias was also actually taller as well, he shrank physically too when he lost his magic essence so drastically.

What exactly happened, it’s in his bio, but long story short; Helias fought against an enemy to protect his Kingdom, and lost a lot of power in the process. As a consequence he became weaker both with his body and magic, and his mind is constantly clouded, making him seem like he lives in his own world of sorts and cannot really focus on what’s happening around him too much.

(I’m doing a revamp on the person who attacked them so I’m not linking Helias’ bio here until I’ve fixed all the outdated info there.)

So...since Helias isn’t an apprentice character, and this random ship became more of a thing somehow, I figured I should write out the story of how they met and such a bit. Canon-storyline speaking, it’s gonna follow Asra’s route basically, as my friend’s Apprentice Lina appears in these and she’s mainly paired with Asra. 

This was the hardest thing for me to write since ever, and you’ll learn why at the end as I’ll explain a bit more there.

Part 2: https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/175782057246/second-short-story-snippet-for-this-au-thingy-or

Part 3: https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/176583500291/part-3-of-the-ocsvesuvia-crossover-series

For now, hope you enjoy it:

The bar was buzzing as usual, perhaps even more so due to what was happening in the palace; some sort of visitor from another Kingdom or so. Julian wasn’t too sure about it, for he’d been rather preoccupied with his own thoughts when his sister had informed him of it, telling him to stay away from the palace grounds for now, given the security has been tightened due to this visit.

Downing his third (or fourth?) drink, Julian glances around, but saw no familiar faces ready to drag him out of the pub. It made sense, for Pasha was likely busy preparing for the guests, and Lina had agreed to help her.

It was such an unusual event; Vesuvia rarely had visitors of this caliber, at least the brunet had heard the term “Emperor” and “Empress” being thrown around. Someone had even spoken of some sort of magic, like there was something unusual of these rulers or so.

Julian couldn’t help himself; he’d been curious and gone against his sister’s advice, almost getting caught by the guards as a result, never catching even a glimpse about their mystery visitors.

He’d only narrowly escaped them by hiding in a barrel, then eventually dragging himself into the Rowdy Raven, smelling like whatever stinky substance had been in said barrel. The bartender was used to seeing him show up in such a state, so he’d said nothing, just helped him to tidy up and get him a drink.

“You oughta listen to others more; you’ll get killed at this rate.” The barista tells him with a scolding tone, and Julian shrugs, taking a long gulp from his drink.

“What can I say? With all the rumors going around I was curious.”

“Ever heard of the saying “curiosity killed the cat” boy?”

“Ah yes, but did the proverb not continue with “satisfaction brought it back?” Julian fires back with a cheeky smile and the bartender sighs, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath.

“You’re one troublesome young man, let me tell you.”

“Yes I get that a lot; always on the run, aren’t I?”

Julian lets out a laugh, taking another large gulp from his liquor. Suddenly, a presence appears nearby him and slips down to sit beside the brunet, and a soft, borderline musical voice – at least in Julian’s drunken mind – joins in on the conversation with an amused chuckle following it.

“My, it seems we have something in common.”

Julian lowers his drink to take a look at the person who’d sat down beside him, and his heart freezes for a second, before it starts beating faster. The stranger sitting beside him was easily amongst the most beautiful beings he’d ever seen, and it seemed several bar goers agreed, as few other heads had turned their way too. The bartender did not seem affected, though he was one of those people who’d seen a lot of things come and go in his bar, so an ethereal, pale skinned beauty was likely nothing new.

Although, now than Julian took a closer look, he noted the paleness did not look quite natural; almost if the stranger had gotten ill at some point, and was still recovering from it, thus his – at least based on the voice they were likely a male – skin tone was still a bit sickly pale.

“I hope you do not mind if I sit here?” The stranger chuckles and brushes through his hair, looking directly at Julian, who struggles for a moment to find his voice.

“Oh, not at all; I wouldn’t mind some company, especially from someone as stunning as you, my dear.” He brings his trademark smirk on his face, gesturing to the chair the newcomer was already sitting on. Then, he turns on the bartender and requests him to bring another drink – both for him and the mysterious person beside him.

“Ah, you’re offering me a drink too? How generous of you.” The stranger chuckles, and Julian shrugs at that. “Felt it would only be polite, given you seem to be new around here my dear.”

He then offers his hand in his usual dramatic fashion, and the pale visitor slips his delicate one onto his grip, allowing Julian to kiss it in a greeting.

“It is a pleasure to meet a new face around these places, even if I do wonder why such a being of grace would bother with these parts of the city.”

It was rather obvious that whoever they were, this white haired stranger was used to such gestures. In fact, his overall appearance spoke of a higher class than most patrons in Rowdy Raven. The smooth, silky white hair that looked well-kept, the high quality looking cloak he wore. Even the stranger’s mannerism reminded him of the Countess somewhat.

It indeed was bizarre as to why someone like him would be around here. Lots if folk in this tavern tended to be hiding, or on the run, but somehow, Julian questioned if this was the case with his companion.

The stranger chuckles as he brings his hand back, sipping the drink the bartender had brought him. It was noticeably in a cleaner glass than majority of the drinks given around there, and had a sweeter scent, indicating it wasn’t as strong as the Salty Bitter Julian had.

“Oh, I like to wander around when I visit new pastures. My curiosity is endless after all.”

The auburn haired male hums; so his thoughts were on to something. In all likeness they were not running from anyone or anything, though one could not be too sure. For all he knew, his companion could simply be lying, hiding his true motives behind the veil of lies like most folk around here did.

“Still, these areas are rather rowdy as the name of this tavern suggests; I’d be more careful about where my feet take me.” The brunet holds up a scolding finger, waving it like one would to a misbehaving child.

The stranger laughs a bit at that, giving him a coy smile that had the Julian’s heart skipping a beat. It reminded him of Asra a tiny bit, though it had a more light-hearted tone to it, like his companion was not doing it to purposefully bother him, but just acted slightly flirty naturally.

”You’d be surprised how many times I hear that warning; trust me despite my appearance, I am perfectly capable of handling myself” the stranger tells him with a wink, making Julian second-guess his initial impression of the seemingly delicate being beside him.

”Ah, should I perhaps be worried for my safety, then?” Julian asks jestingly, though keeps a close eye on the person beside him, who was sipping his drink now. He did not seem particularly bothered by the taste, but the same time drank much slower than normal patrons would, though it may have been a question of one’s personal manners than their like or dislike for the drink in question.

“That is rather amusing, coming from you, given what I heard from your dear sister, Doctor.”

His eye widens in surprise, and Julian tenses visibly, examining his companion more closely. He tries to keep up the facade of calm friendliness however, even if his heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Ah, Whatever sister you may be speaking of? You may have mistaken me for someone else I’m afraid my dear.”

The green eyes flashed with amusement, and Julian shifts nervously, feeling that the stranger was calling his bluff. Who was this person exactly, and what did he want from him?

“Red hair held high up, strong-willed, rather short, referred to as Portia. Are you certain you do not know of her, Doctor?”

Julian feels a cold sweat travel down his spine; his companion did not seem dangerous by any means, but the fact he seemed to know who he was, it was alarming. How would he know about Pasha in the first place? How did they know they were related?

As if sensing his plight, the pale figure hums and offers him a softer smile.

“No need to be alarmed, Doctor. I am merely here to see the famed man myself, for your sister spoke quite a bit about you.”

His words sounded genuine enough, but one could never be too sure. Pasha would not talk about him to any stranger she met, so how had this stranger gotten this information?

Nervous, Julian takes a gulp from his drink, wondering if he should sprint or not. There were no guards nearby, and his raven had not come to warn him, but one could never be too certain in this day and age.

“Your sister mentioned you in a discussion with the mage apprentice  I happened to overhear, and so I became curious. She mentioned this place in her, shall I say passionately displeased speech, and once I saw you here, I couldn’t help myself but to take a closer look.”

The stranger adds all of a sudden, leaning against his palm.

 Ah, that explained his strange knowledge of this, but it didn’t do much to ease his racing heart. The fact this person was purely there to see him....well it could mean multitude of things.

”Well, in that case, now that you’ve found me, may I inquire what is it that you plan to do? I might make myself scarce depending on the answer.” He informs his pale companion with an outward grin, inwardly mapping out his escape route already just in case.

It’d be a shame really, he’d never seen anyone like this before, but, well, beggars cannot be choosers.

”Well, right now my plan is to enjoy my drink, and it would be unfortunate if you decided to leave so suddenly, given you even offered this for me.” He nods the glass towards Julian, who recalls that yes, he had in fact offered to pay for that one. Perhaps he’d indeed drank too much.

”Yes, that would be rather rude of me, but I quite dislike the decor of the palace dungeons, I’d rather not go there.” Julian shrugs, brushing trough his hair with a smirk.

”Would be a waste of my good looks and skill to be stuck in there. I’ve also heard hanging is quite unpleasant.”

”I didn’t take you for a necromancer, Doctor.” His companion chuckles, genuine amusement in his tone. Heavens it was a nice sound, but he really could not sit around if this stranger was intending to trick him into an arrest, or was stalling him for the guards.

Suddenly, a pale hand reaches for his, delicate fingers gently grasping his free gloved hand resting on the table. He couldn’t really feel the touch and almost felt miffed about it, though he was also alarmed by the sudden physical contact.

”Really, calm yourself. I am not here to arrest you, or help someone do so. I am purely here out of my own curiosity as I stated.” His tone was gentle, and the green eyes were locked with his, almost a melancholic smile dancing on the pale lips now.

”I don’t blame you for being wary, any man or woman would in your situation. I suppose me bringing up your sister may have been a bit too straightforward, so I must apologize for that. I can be a bit...let’s say I may have hard time with certain social cues at times.”

For a moment Julian just sort of gazes at the hand lightly resting on top of his, noting the strange, undeniably magical glow emitting from the blue markings on it. As he looks up, the green eyes were examining him again, as if gouging out his reaction, seeing whenever he believed his words or not.

”I find it rather...difficult to believe one would be comfortable sitting in the same table with a wanted murderer.” Julian points out with an expressive lift eyebrow, testing the waters. His companion wasn’t phased one bit, rather just examined him like he was the most intriguing thing they’d seen in a while.

”I find it difficult to believe you are one. I don’t sense a shred of malice from you, only slight unease which I must assume is my doing, and I apologize for that again.”

The brunet was taken aback by those words, the sincerity shining trough from the apologetic voice. Sure, he had his own doubts about his guilt, but the only other people who’d ever questioned it -as far as he knew - were Lina and Pasha. Having a complete stranger agree with them, it was something to think about.

Julian glances around and notes that his raven was still nesting on the usual spot, watcing them but clearly relaxed. Surely it would have made a noise already if he was in any danger, so the doctor relaxes slowly, dread replaced by slight curiosity.

“Ah, but I believe you haven’t given me your name yet, my dear? I’d be curious to learn what it is, for I don’t often meet people like you.”

The green eyes examine him quietly for a long time, an amused glint hidden beneath the serene look. Whoever Julian was speaking with, they could not be human, he was certain of it. No human held such radiance, although the Countess came very close.

No average human had glowing marks in their body either. If they did, it usually meant something. Bad, in his case.

“Helias. My name is Helias.”

Helias? That name sounded familiar, but the brunet could not quite recall where he’d heard it before.

“Well then Helias; was it only your curiosity about me that attracted you to this humble tavern, or was there another reason for this little adventure?” Julian questions him, gesturing around the dimly lit pub and its inhabitants.

He still needed to make sure.

Helias brushes his hair, every single movement he made somehow fluid, like he was made of liquid instead of solid flesh and bone. It was enticing to look at, even if a bit unnerving as it spoke of magic of some sort.

”The palace is...lovely but quite boring eventually. I needed to get out to see what else Vesuvia has to offer, and by chance came upon this tavern I overheard dear Portia mention, and decided to see if you were here out of curiosity.”

Helias explains with a slight shrug, brushing trough his hair with a sigh, gazing aside for a moment.

”My sister wouldn’t allow me to go on my own in these parts, so I slipped out in secret, I do not need my guardians breathing on my neck constantly.”

The clear displeasure in his voice indicated this was a common issue, and Julian couldn’t stop but lift an eyebrow at the mention of guardians. So Helias had to be of someone higher status.

”I suppose I must thank you for choosing coming here by yourself; I am not fond of any sort of guards.” Julian remarks with a grin, and Helias actually laughs at that, though his voice still remained quiet, as if to not attract any more attention to them than what his unusual appearance likely already did.

”Still, I am rather curious on why exactly you seem to attract so much trouble, at least based on Portia’s description of you. Any other person would likely keep hiding when they were accused of a crime, yet you keep lingering about, almost getting caught if anything what I heard is true.” 

Helias questions him all of a sudden with a clear curiosity coloring his voice, taking another sip from his drink, keeping the green eyes trained onto the slightly flustered brunet. He swallows his nervousness down quickly however

”Oh, Drama is my passion so to say; it follows me wherever I go. You could almost say I am married to trouble itself.” Julian declares, gaining another amused chuckle from his companion. It was not malicious by any means, but rather it was clear Helias found his dramatics entertaining, which had been his aim really. He loved to entertain people after all. Flashing him his trademark grin, Julian lifts his mug higher as if to toast for something.

”Life would be boring without any sort of hardships, hence I’ve accepted my fate that the world has given me.”

”Your sister may have referred to this ’fate’ of yours as ’tendency to be overdramatic and look for trouble on purpose’ as she put it. ” Helias comments amused, tilting his head as he examined the Doctor’s face, who’d faltered a bit upon the mention of his sister again. He really didn’t mean to worry her so much, it just sort of happened.

He was also a bit concerned that somebody had been able to eavesdrop into her conversation so easily. Pasha if anyone should know the Palace had ears everywhere.

 ”No need to look so mortified doctor; I am fairly certain the only unnoticed presence nearby those two was me, and I can be difficult to spot if I choose so.” The pale figure chuckles upon noticing the concerned change in his expression, and winks at Julian, who coughs and attempts to hide his flustered expression again behind his mug.

Was he really that easy to read? Or did Helias use some sort of magic to read his thoughts?

”Are you feeling well? You seem a little uneasy. Perhaps the Doctor needs a doctor.”

Julian coughs and straightens himself, bringing that usual grin back on his face, though it was hard to not blush when he looked back at Helias, whose green eyes examined him with a playful look in them.

”Oh I am perfectly capable of handling myself, do not worry about me my dear.”

He dismisses the concern with a wave of his hand, noting that his mug was now empty. His head was buzzing rather lot already, but Julian figured he could still have at least one more.

”Tell me, how did you come to meet my beloved sister, Helias? Did you see her in the palace or just run into her on the streets? How were you able to deduce that I...well, that I’m the one she spoke of.” Julian asks while the bartender fills his mug again, glancing at his companion nervously. 

That was the one question Helias hadn’t exactly answered yet. 

How he’d been able to tell who he was? The brunet sincerely doubted Pasha would have babbled out his appearance during a rant of hers.

”In the palace. She was bringing us tea alongside the mage apprentice. As for your second question...” Helias flashes him a slight amused smile and leans his head against his palm.

”You and your sister have highly similar auras. All siblings tend to have. I have the ability to sense them, like most beings familiar with magic.”

Ahh, so, magic. He was half expecting that answer. Julian lets out a slow sigh, knowing asking more detail on that would just confuse him; he did not understand magic very well after all.

”To be fair, I heard her rant on the streets I was wandering; apparently her and the apprentice are looking for you.”

Julian almost spats his drink, then glances around, half expecting to see a very angry and concerned Pasha storming his way. So she must've heard of his venture into the palace and how he’d escaped narrowly.

”I cannot say I blame her for worrying; crashing trough that window must’ve hurt quite a bit.” Helias comments with amusement coloring his voice, and Julian looks up at him surprised.

”You...saw me escaping?”

Helias lets out another, quiet laugh, and the smile aimed at him was so filled with strangely fond amusement that the brunet couldn’t help the blush spreading on his face. He had not seen anyone looking at him like that in ages, aside from his sister.

”I did. Granted I only caught a glimpse, a patch of your auburn hair, but I must say you left quite an impression.”

”Well I am glad to entertain you my dear.” Julian declares with a dramatic bow, giving him his trademark grin again. His companion’s smile never falters, and now when he thought about it, it had always been there since he first lied his eyes upon the pale figure, just changing its intensity and meaning. 

None of which had been malicious.

”Why yes, you sound like a highly entertaining person, Doctor, and I would not mind you entertaining me some more in the future.” He comments with a wink, blooming quite the flush on Julian’s face, who coughs and hides his face behind his hand briefly as if politely hiding his coughing fit, averting his gaze.

”Ah, but I suppose it would be selfish of me to wish to endanger you like that. Even as an Emperor, I doubt I’d have much say in the matters relating to your case without any sufficient proof of innocence.”

Julian was about to comment on how he had people working on that, when a particular word registers in his mind.

”...Emperor?” He blinks, wondering if he heard correctly.

”Oh, I thought you’d figured it out by now.”

For a moment, Julian just gazes at him confused, and another amused smile spreads across Helias’ face as he leans closer, so close the brunet could feel his soft breath brush over his skin.

”I am one of the royal twins.The Emperor Helias of Mirthas. It has truly been a pleasure to meet you.”

Julian feels his brain freeze, and for a moment, all he could do was gape at his companion, who shifts back with a childlike snicker, winking at him.

”It’s a secret though, so don’t tell anyone; I am not supposed to be around here.” Rather pointless statement given how much he stood out naturally, but likely Helias knew this already.

Julian splutters out for a bit, trying to find his voice; this was certainly not the kind of turn he’d been expecting from his evening. Finally, he manages to get his flustered state under control, and coughs, giving him a charming smile.

”Why of course! I should’ve known someone as stunning as you couldn’t be anybody else, Sire. I heard rumors of the stunning beauty of one of the twins, as well as about the fiercity of the other.”

”Oh Gwendolyn is fierce indeed; Even the strongest of warriors tend to tremble under her scowl. Well, everyone except a certain mage I know.” Helias chuckles, sipping his drink again. 

Julian takes a quiet moment to process that yes, he was indeed sharing a drink with a royalty, a gorgeous royalty who seemed to enjoy his company.

His stomach was doing flips, and the fast beat against his ribcage didn't help. This time it wasn't out of fear for his safety though, at least not like before. 

Having someone try and trick him into getting caught was one thing, dragging a royalty into his mess by accident was another.

Just as he was about to say something, Julian spots a familiar red haired figure heading his way, and a second later, strong hand grasps his ear and tugs on it hard enough to pull him off his chair.

”Ilya! I told you not to come to the palace today! What if you’d been caught?!” 

Pasha scolds him loudly, still tugging from his ear so painfully the brunet wondered if it would come off. Beside her, a slightly concerned Lina watched the two siblings with an awkward expression. Then, her eyes hit on the figure beside them, and her eyes widen.

”Ah! Sire Helias, why are you here? Your sister was so concerned!”

Helias just chuckles and sips down rest of his drink, before slipping down from his seat fluidly like rest of his motions. That is when Julian notices that he was barefoot.

Why on earth would somebody walk barefoot on these streets?

He could get injured by a rustly nail piercing his soles or be bitten by the rats. He must’ve mumbled out his concerns out loud, as Helias chuckles amused and steps closer, gently shooing Portia off him briefly.

The redhead woman looks at him a little stunned, likely wondering the same thing as Lina, but does so nevertheless out of politeness, still giving her brother the stink eye. She hoped that Ilya had not gone and upset the Emperor somehow, though it didn’t seem to be the case given how calm Helias appeared. Then again, from what she’d gathered during the day, he was always pleasant like this. Even if it didn’t necessarily reflect his actual mood.

”I appreciate the concern, but my kindred are highly resistant to most diseases and injuries of human kindred.” He lifts his hand to gently brush the reddened ear Portia had been holding, causing a maddening redness spread across Julian’s cheeks.

The touch was so incredibly soft he wasn’t sure if he actually felt it at all. His sister was watching them keenly, deep worried frown on her face; it did not seem like Ilya was in trouble right now, but, you never knew with him. It’d be a miracle for him not to be.

”It was a pleasure meeting you, Julian. I do hope though...”

He steps back and turns to head out of the bar, glancing at him over his shoulder with that same soft amusement that had never left his features during this whole meeting.

”.....That next time when you sneak in the palace, you don’t rush out trough a window.”

Julian coughs and rubs his head, giving him a sheepish smile.

”I would use the door My lord, but, the guards won’t let me as you can likely imagine.”

Helias just hums amused, before turning to look at Lina, questioning whenever they’d lead him back to the palace.

”Of course sire! Please follow me.”

Lina glances at Portia, who just nods, telling her to go on ahead. She keeps looking at Helias, as if trying to deduce whenever her brother would be in trouble or not. As if sensing her thoughts as well, Helias gives her a reasuring smile.

”Let’s keep this adventure a secret shall we? I wouldn’t want to worry my sister, and I believe your dear brother has reasons to keep quiet as well.”

After a moment of silence, Portia nods, seemingly relieved,

”I’ll take care of my stupid brother. Bring His Majesty back to the palace, will you Lina?” She states while giving Julian another look that spoke of a long rant and more ear-pulling. Nothing he wasn’t used to.

The only thing unusual from times before was the long haired, glowing figure that kept lingering in his thoughts.

He wasn’t entirely sure on what to think about this encounter.

So. My issue writing this - why this took me three days when normally writing something this short takes only a few hours - is because Julian isn’t a typical character I write about. Normally I write about quieter troubled ones, aggressive asshats, etc. 

Dramatic Cinnamon Rolls aren’t my specialty, so I had to ask help from my friend so she could proof-read this and make sure the story is as IC as possible for Julian.

This is only really a first one, I’m planning on fleshing this out more as I don’t really care about making random shipping with no story behind it. 

I LIKE writing stories after all.

Lina (C) @mad-hatter-rici

Helias (C) Me

Helias is basically like my mascot here. It’s funny how it all started from making a fantasy au versions for my wheelchair bound character, and somehow he became a floofy haired living cloud. 

So, more info on the character:

Name: Helias

He/They (Mainly referred to as he, but doesn’t really mind other pronouns either)

Height: 168 cm (Originally 186 cm)

An Astrial Astrials are a powerful, old race of light beings that originate from the spiritual realm. They often get mistaken for angels/nephilins due to their "angelic" appearance and wings.

(uncorrupted form here: https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/177160533731/uncorrupted-helias-heres-how-helias-used-to-look)

Age: 400-500 years (Most Astrials live easily over a thousand years or so, so he’s actually considered fairly young amongst his own kindred)

Ruler of the magic Kingdom of Mirthas (alongside his sister Gwendolyn)

personality: 

Usually he comes off as calm and serene, is endlessly curious, mischievous and flirty. He also seems a little detached from the world around him, and often wanders off randomly much to the dismay and worry of his close ones. He’s seen as a kind and fair ruler, even if his head isn’t as clear as it used to be. Helias can be a little childish at times too.

Important characters: 

Gwendolyn (his sister): https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/174081738391/mad-hatter-rici-my-best-pal-since-2010-decided

Cain (closest friend): https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/174211851396/next-oc-done-this-time-its-cain-the-giant-floofy

Former (and first) lover, Amaros:https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/175541245141/next-up-is-a-semi-villainous-character-though

The fellow Astrial who caused his current state involuntarily, Lucas: https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/177309314056/alright-i-had-to-re-do-caspian-completely-after-a

Abilities:

His powerful aura keeps the Kingdom of Mirthas hidden from humans, and he’ll know if anyone crosses the border. he can fly with his wings or just float around without them, see into people’s souls and memories, and he can change the consistency of his feathers from soft to sharp, and use the hardened feather to drain an essence from something, such as poison from an injury, etc.

he can also dreamwalk, entering people’s dreams and altering them somewhat, or just communicating with them trough them. He has some basic light abilities such as illuminating things by making his body or parts of it glow, banishing weaker shadow creatures, creating slight illusions/mirages and being able to enter the spirit realm (his origin) easily.

Weaknesses:

Due to sacrificing a large part of his soul’s essence, Helias has lost all of his previous fighting abilities (aside from the ability to turn feathers into tiny blades) and his mind is constantly clouded, making him appear air-headed and like he isn’t necessarily paying attention to what’s happening around him. (hence he needs a lot of supervision)

Helias also lacks the sense of self-preservation as most things outside Mirthas cannot really harm him, given he’s part of the most powerful species in this world. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t worry his close ones a lot when he wanders off, because while MOST things are harmless to him, there are still some out there that could be harmful.

His relationship with his sister has turned somewhat tense and argument-prone due to his condition, as she’s struggling with patience towards him and his tendencies to live in his own world somewhat. Gwendolyn also misses how he used to be, though still loves Helias dearly. Helias in turn, is somewhat incapable of sympathizing with her worry in his current state.

Fun Facts

- He’s almost always barefoot, and rarely actually walks, preferring to float. he can be persuaded to wear shoes on special occasions though

- Helias is often referred to as “Heli” by his close ones. Another nickname really small children and toddlers use is “cloudhair”

- His favorite animal is Bear because he raised a bear-shapeshifter from since he was a small lost cub

- His scalp and legs are the most sensitive spots (a detail his lovers tend to find out pretty soon)

- His skintone used to be tan, but it turned pale after the battle with the demon who threatened their Kingdom

- Helias has a tendency to grow fond of troublemakers or potentially troublesome peeps, as he has a subconscious need to try and help them, save them from themselves because of what happened with his first, Amaros. That being said, his attraction and affection is always genuine

- Helias tends to sleep naked, cocooned by his wings, and hangs around their enormous bathroom naked as well, even when not bathing.

BG story in a nutshell:

During his “human years” (the first 80 years or so, I.E the average human lifespan. This term is mainly used by Astrials living in the human realm, not those staying in Spirit world) Helias and Gwendolyn traveled to the Kingdom of Arthanos, where Helias fell in love with the current ruler, Amaros. He tried to help the young man to see the good side of his kindred as the man despised humans, but was unsuccessful.

After Amaros became a demonic Deity for the Kingdom warriors to worship, Helias broke off their relationship, something Amaros is still somewhat sour over.

Sometime later, Helias and his sister started their own Kingdom, a safe haven for magicals who were being chased by humans

Helias used to be more mature and focused, but once his Kingdom was threatened by a crazed Astrial named Lucas, who’d been cruelly experimented on and had lost his mind temporarily, trying to destroy Mirthas. Helias soon realized what was going on and attempted to purify the insanity-controlled Lucas, but his spells didn’t work unfortunately.

Lucas almost managed to kill both of the siblings, but then Amaros appeared, and as Deity rules forbid him from killing anyone directly, he chose to send the out-of-control Astrial trough time to save his ex-lover.

Unfortunately, Helias’ injuries were too great, causing him to loose majority of his magical essence, turning him into the pale, cloudy-headed figure he is now.

Despite this, Helias does not hold ill-will towards Lucas, but rather mourns that he wasn’t able to purify him and save his soul like he’d intended, forcing Amaros’ hand.

Soo yeah. That’s all I could think off the top of my head. More details will likely come as more characters get posted.