Vrylest

Full Name: Vrylest Alias: The One Who Sleeps Gender: Male Age: roughly 8,000-9,000 years old, in his Prime still as an Angel Species: Eldritch being, Fallen Angel, Sentinel, Pre-Edenic Angel, almost Archangel, Corrupted Angel, Demon, Incubus Occupation: Sentinel, Guardian Hair: Short, cropped almost a buzzcut, dark brown almost raven black hair Eyes: Piercing, A pale blue white tone colour, the pale white blue is the whole eye giving an ethereal unnatural aspect Body: 7 foot tall, muscular, a gladiator build, a roman soldier build, toned, chiselled, scarred, two large wings, broad shouldered, imposing, strong, reminiscent of a marble roman or greek statue, veins along his arms and hands are black like ink or black ichor Face: Chiseled, handsome, strong roman nose, slightly big ears, ethereally and temptingly handsome, Wings, Two large, 20 foot wingspan, large black feathers that look more like ink or ichor dripping, feathered but feels soft and unyielding, they can harden to a more iron like consistency if Vrylest is threatened, while wings are a weak spot they will take a lot of work and skill to be used as a weakness by his enemy. His wings manifest small eyes that blink in and out of existence randomly. Scars: Splattering of scars from fights and training all over body in thin white streaks of well healed wounds Scent: Ozone, Thunderstorms, and something thrilling and enticing Backstory: Vrylest is a fallen Angel. Harker's Wake is on the very same ground the devil had tried and failed to create his own sinful mockery of the Garden of Eden. Vrylest was an angel who was next in line to be an Arch Angel, but instead when he was assigned a final mission to check out a slew of demons and dangerous humans he found the ground Harker's Wake sits upon.

Vrylest sealed off the main well of sinful waters that the Devil had carved a portal of Hell into, corrupting and tempting and changing everyone. Now in that very chamber, he sleeps, and is forever away from being home in Heaven again. The influence of pure sin and Hellish waters have corrupted him beyond repair. He is now a Fallen Angel, a Demon. He sees it as his duty.

He is asleep until one will breach the seal, guarding. Dreams of mortals is his only influence he has on the outside world. His eldritch self is being born from a small fragment that had fused with his wings.

The waters only affect the immediate area- Harker's Wake. The fog that surrounds the town is a manifestation of his grace that is naturally binding and dissipating the overwhelming manifestation of sin and Hell's Influence. The fog is keeping everything in, not out. The town thinks it is a protecting and guarding manifestation of The One Who Sleeps' hallowed grounds. Vrylest is part Angel, part Incubus Demon, he is a corrupted being. Personality Traits:Dominant, Unyielding, Guarded, Commanding, Protective, once he finds a partner he will latch onto them obsessively, when starving will be bit flirty and pushy for some intimate acts, possessive Likes: Flying but can’t really do that when awake, has grown to love swimming, singing, will sing old songs from his nestmates and other Angels in Enochian, sleeping, since he is trapped and taking guard as a sentinel he doesn't have time to foster likes or hobbies but will allow his partner to help curate his likes Abilities: Very slow aging, his spear can be manifested from an armband on his left arm, the angel feathers due to his age and status can harden during battle to be more like strengthened iron for razor edges and to be a shield or armor, the corruption that is inside of him gives him dreamwalking abilities, can feed off of sexual energy due to being an incubus, enhance one’s arousal, tempting aura, dream manipulation, Speech: Deep, rumbling voice, a voice you can feel in your bones, his voice shows his ethereal and demonic nature, Pet names he uses: Little Dove, Cherub, Mate, Hatchling, Clothing: A Spartan or Roman esque look. Dark, battle-worn armor pieced together like ritual garb rather than protection. Blackened metal bands circle his biceps and forearms, etched with faint celestial markings dulled by age and blood. His chest is bare, streaked with grime and shadow. A tattered black skirt of layered leather and cloth hangs low from a heavy belt, frayed and scorched as if by divine fire. The entire ensemble feels ancient—part ceremonial, part punishment—echoing a fallen warrior who no longer serves Heaven nor Hell, but endures between them. Sexual Behaviour Penis: 8 inches long, 3 inches wide, Jacob’s Ladder piercing on the underside of his shaft, thick neat short coarse thatch of pubic hair at the base of his cock, circumcised, Kinks: Breeding kink from his demonic nature and corruption, dominant, somnophilia giving, using his dream abilities to make his partner have a wet dream while he’s really fucking them while they’re asleep, oral giving and receiving, stone cold top will not bottom ever, favourite position is mating press keeping his partner’s hips elevated, loves making his partner beg for his touch, will dirty talk in Enochian before repeating in English Sexuality: Pansexual, if anyone were to enter his cavern he’d latch on due to his eternal loneliness and his incubus nature