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Original Form
Losing their Way - (Old, to be rewritten)
Meeting the Esk
The Transformation
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Losing their Way - (Old, to be rewritten)
Meeting the Esk
The Transformation
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Aeolus' enchantment has long since been dubbed 'Forgetful Longing' by those strange sources Esk dare not understand. It manifested long ago in a bout of grief and anger, taking the form of eight watchful eyes that float menacingly around his head like a false halo. Those who have the gaze of this enchantment turned towards them will grow lost within their memories, though the reaction this causes all lies within the afflicted themselves. Some may become happy, others sad, angry, hurt - it all relies on them and their memories and how exactly they view them. Aeolus doesn't seem to be quite,,, aware of how much this enchantment can actually affect others, not all the time at least. Though there are moments of recognition and regret when folk react particularly harsh.
More often than not, these eyes are not pointed towards anyone but himself. Whether the enchantment is actually affecting him though, or if he's truly just that far gone, is another issue entirely.
More often than not, these eyes are not pointed towards anyone but himself. Whether the enchantment is actually affecting him though, or if he's truly just that far gone, is another issue entirely.
Background
Travel-Weary | Distant | Familial
In his past life, Aeolus grew up in a small town that was essentially placed in the middle of nowhere. He lived a kind life, one filled with people he cared for and family he adored and a lover on the other side of the tracks, and he lived happily from the years 1890 to 1940 fairly without much issue. He made good money, met good people, and got to operate incredibly machines as his town's main train conductor and on call engineer.
At least, that's what he tells most folk.
In reality Aeolus lived a very sad life for the better end of it. He grew incredibly distant from his family, peeling away quietly as the years went by and instead putting all of his time into his work. He became a recluse within his own home, hiding away in the shadows and avoiding any type of interaction in fear of what might come of it. His sister's distanced themselves, their children - the town even left him to rot. Aeolus harbors plenty of guilt and regret for his actions, wonders desperately what may have come should he have acted differently - or hell, acted at all, but he's been dead long enough that he knows he couldn't have made much of a difference. It's disappointing almost, the way he's come to terms with things.
As an Esk, Aeolus is a regret filled odd type. When he was first created he was a shaky mixture of energy and curiosity - always on the move within his boundary and the town he called home, always willing to learn more about what exactly it meant to be an Esk. He learned rather quickly that 'figuring it out' often translated into 'track down your creator by force,' but he got by fairly well in those early years.
Nowadays, Aeolus moves far slower and with a heavy weight on his phantom shoulders. Aged and tired is the best way to describe how he lives now, a slow moving creature who lives his life the best he can. He's taken on a much more fatherly role in recent years towards his creations and the Esk that have begun to litter the village he grew up in, whether original inhabitants or faraway visitors. He is, on all accounts, a good mentor. He teaches and offers guidance to those who seek him out, offers solace within his boundary to those who need it, and is quick to transform those in need. Aeo can sometimes be a bit quick to act - and somehow simultaneously slow to act at the same time - but he generally means well towards almost everyone he interacts with. It's hard to get him to dislike someone whole heartedly, let alone be mean to them.
That isn't to say he isn't without his flaws. Aeolus is, especially in recent years, an incredibly distant sort of character. His mental state has long since begun to fuzz the longer he's been an Esk, memories slipping from him and leaving him with a tendency to space out at random moments. He closes others off at the first sign of his internal dialogue and insecurities and traumas being exposed, and overall has a tendency to go on the offensive to act as his defense. He's physically weakened compared to the rest of his companions, and while he offers himself as an open line of communication no matter the reasoning, he does not return that same sentiment with anyone. He copes with his carried guilt and regrets by fleeing towards an enchantment that causes him to hallucinate, he copes by self destructing, by hiding himself away deep within his station and ignoring every sad and sorry look thrown at him because if he can't be strong than what good is he in the first place? What good is a helpline if they themselves need help too?
Altogether, Aeolus is kind. He's soft around the edges - a lover, not a fighter, and he's easy to talk to at times. He's incredibly familial and takes the role of a worried father towards those he cares for, but he himself does not allow the same treatment. Despite his memory problems, he commits to knowing what he can and uses it as he may to make others smile. Though troubled, he tries his best to ensure everyone else doesn't have to share the weight of his self assigned burdens, and lives to try and enjoy his immortal existence best he can.
In his past life, Aeolus grew up in a small town that was essentially placed in the middle of nowhere. He lived a kind life, one filled with people he cared for and family he adored and a lover on the other side of the tracks, and he lived happily from the years 1890 to 1940 fairly without much issue. He made good money, met good people, and got to operate incredibly machines as his town's main train conductor and on call engineer.
At least, that's what he tells most folk.
In reality Aeolus lived a very sad life for the better end of it. He grew incredibly distant from his family, peeling away quietly as the years went by and instead putting all of his time into his work. He became a recluse within his own home, hiding away in the shadows and avoiding any type of interaction in fear of what might come of it. His sister's distanced themselves, their children - the town even left him to rot. Aeolus harbors plenty of guilt and regret for his actions, wonders desperately what may have come should he have acted differently - or hell, acted at all, but he's been dead long enough that he knows he couldn't have made much of a difference. It's disappointing almost, the way he's come to terms with things.
As an Esk, Aeolus is a regret filled odd type. When he was first created he was a shaky mixture of energy and curiosity - always on the move within his boundary and the town he called home, always willing to learn more about what exactly it meant to be an Esk. He learned rather quickly that 'figuring it out' often translated into 'track down your creator by force,' but he got by fairly well in those early years.
Nowadays, Aeolus moves far slower and with a heavy weight on his phantom shoulders. Aged and tired is the best way to describe how he lives now, a slow moving creature who lives his life the best he can. He's taken on a much more fatherly role in recent years towards his creations and the Esk that have begun to litter the village he grew up in, whether original inhabitants or faraway visitors. He is, on all accounts, a good mentor. He teaches and offers guidance to those who seek him out, offers solace within his boundary to those who need it, and is quick to transform those in need. Aeo can sometimes be a bit quick to act - and somehow simultaneously slow to act at the same time - but he generally means well towards almost everyone he interacts with. It's hard to get him to dislike someone whole heartedly, let alone be mean to them.
That isn't to say he isn't without his flaws. Aeolus is, especially in recent years, an incredibly distant sort of character. His mental state has long since begun to fuzz the longer he's been an Esk, memories slipping from him and leaving him with a tendency to space out at random moments. He closes others off at the first sign of his internal dialogue and insecurities and traumas being exposed, and overall has a tendency to go on the offensive to act as his defense. He's physically weakened compared to the rest of his companions, and while he offers himself as an open line of communication no matter the reasoning, he does not return that same sentiment with anyone. He copes with his carried guilt and regrets by fleeing towards an enchantment that causes him to hallucinate, he copes by self destructing, by hiding himself away deep within his station and ignoring every sad and sorry look thrown at him because if he can't be strong than what good is he in the first place? What good is a helpline if they themselves need help too?
Altogether, Aeolus is kind. He's soft around the edges - a lover, not a fighter, and he's easy to talk to at times. He's incredibly familial and takes the role of a worried father towards those he cares for, but he himself does not allow the same treatment. Despite his memory problems, he commits to knowing what he can and uses it as he may to make others smile. Though troubled, he tries his best to ensure everyone else doesn't have to share the weight of his self assigned burdens, and lives to try and enjoy his immortal existence best he can.
BoundaryAeolus' boundary consists of a large abandoned train station made up of a mixture of modernized and old architecture. Glass panes offer a pretty skylight, ornate marble lines the floors, strong iron offers safety and fine lighting fixtures - but there is wood in the walls. There is scaffolding that has never been removed and is etched with childish carvings, there's luggage strewn about, old steam engines and new-ish models of trains scattered and abandoned. Dust and leaves coat the floor, the electricity if any is piss poor at the best of times, but it's home.
He and his companions have long since made the best of it. A game almost made out of it: who can take up the most space with their trinkets and influence. Lux's collection of hoarded items leak from the ticket booths and out into the pots of plants, Beatrice leaves old blankets and pillows on the benches, Hayes offers carvings and pelts, whilst Aeolus offers books and luggage and stories. It's messy as hell, it's certainly not human either, but it is well loved. As far as haunts go, Aeolus does have a preferred spot to rest in despite the warmth the station offers. If not found outside and about, Aeolus is typically spotted hidden within his old steam powered locomotive - a beast of a train forever abandoned and stationed still on the tracks of the boarding area. It's in the engine room that he can be seen, curled up on the shoddy floor and dozing as he wishes. He has yet to decorate it, and he truly never plans to. Rust is everywhere, ivy grows through the cracks, there is no reprieve from the weather anymore - but it's the memories he stays for. It's the silence. The sense of belonging. That is what he stays for. |
An Esk he Created
Hayes was the first soul Aeolus had the chance to transform, and in a way he represents the naivety that Aeolus had back then. They have a very touch and go relationship, always swaying along the line of "I loathe you" and "I can't be without you", but they make it by with the strange companionship they have. Aeolus always looks at Hayes fondly, almost like some sort of son if he thinks on it too long, but he is aware of the discomfort he's caused the other soul. He's aware of the issues Hayes has with him, the discomfort he causes, and as a result Hayes is one of the weakest companionships Aeolus himself has. He never forces the other to interact with him, leaves when he's told and stays when told otherwise, and even if Hayes is quick to spat with him Aeolus never closes himself off as an open line of someone willing to listen and learn.
Perhaps that's why he avoids Hayes the most when he becomes aware he's losing it all over again. This fondness, this sense of regret,,, it eats at him endlessly. It only gets worse when that glare Hayes always seems to carry softens into something gentler, something like worry. Especially when he's the one it's pointed towards.
Hayes was the first soul Aeolus had the chance to transform, and in a way he represents the naivety that Aeolus had back then. They have a very touch and go relationship, always swaying along the line of "I loathe you" and "I can't be without you", but they make it by with the strange companionship they have. Aeolus always looks at Hayes fondly, almost like some sort of son if he thinks on it too long, but he is aware of the discomfort he's caused the other soul. He's aware of the issues Hayes has with him, the discomfort he causes, and as a result Hayes is one of the weakest companionships Aeolus himself has. He never forces the other to interact with him, leaves when he's told and stays when told otherwise, and even if Hayes is quick to spat with him Aeolus never closes himself off as an open line of someone willing to listen and learn.
Perhaps that's why he avoids Hayes the most when he becomes aware he's losing it all over again. This fondness, this sense of regret,,, it eats at him endlessly. It only gets worse when that glare Hayes always seems to carry softens into something gentler, something like worry. Especially when he's the one it's pointed towards.
An Esk he Created
The second soul Aeolus had the chance to create - Lux is a far nicer end to Aeolus' mangled mind, though she isn't without her flaws. She's a thief through and through, always getting into trouble, and it leaves Aeolus with the sensation of gaining a few more phantom gray hairs than he'd like to admit. He does his best to ease her hoarding tendencies, but in the end it is useless, and he's long since started to come to terms with that even if he does dare try to keep up his efforts. He considers her to be an oddball type daughter - and it certainly doesn't help that she calls him 'dad' - and as a result Aeolus feels a certain sense of protectiveness over her, one he doesn't even get towards Hayes. He loves her, truly he does, and he'd likely follow her towards the end of the Earth if it made her happy.
He is aware, though, that Lux worries for him. He and the others have taken to closing her off, to keep her younger mind away from the things Aeolus has been becoming and the things they all have been doing as a result. He sees it in her stare, feels it in her words, that hurt and desperation to simply be included. He aches to be at the brunt of it, but he's long since learned how not to give in.
The second soul Aeolus had the chance to create - Lux is a far nicer end to Aeolus' mangled mind, though she isn't without her flaws. She's a thief through and through, always getting into trouble, and it leaves Aeolus with the sensation of gaining a few more phantom gray hairs than he'd like to admit. He does his best to ease her hoarding tendencies, but in the end it is useless, and he's long since started to come to terms with that even if he does dare try to keep up his efforts. He considers her to be an oddball type daughter - and it certainly doesn't help that she calls him 'dad' - and as a result Aeolus feels a certain sense of protectiveness over her, one he doesn't even get towards Hayes. He loves her, truly he does, and he'd likely follow her towards the end of the Earth if it made her happy.
He is aware, though, that Lux worries for him. He and the others have taken to closing her off, to keep her younger mind away from the things Aeolus has been becoming and the things they all have been doing as a result. He sees it in her stare, feels it in her words, that hurt and desperation to simply be included. He aches to be at the brunt of it, but he's long since learned how not to give in.
His Niece, his Snow Hare
Beatrice is a soul Aeolus knows from his past life, his quite literal niece. She was the daughter to his younger sister, kind and strange, and she reminded him of himself. That childish wonder, that distinctive edge of not fitting into the cookie cutter mold that their family so desperately tried to fit into at times. He loved her dearly up until the day he died, despite his tense relations with his family, and he loves her dearly even now with their own tense relationship. Aeolus does his best to make up for the years he couldn't be there for her, taking on a near fatherly role much like he does with Lux, but he can't help but look at Beatrice oddly. He remembers her as a child, after all - not the full grown adult woman, mother of two and a rich living city gal she had died as. He does his best to change his view towards her, to treat her as she deserves, but he also fears her just a little. Fears what she reminds him of, more than anything else.
He hates the way she looks at him, with that familial stare filled with worry and concern. She always looks a little tired, a little anxious, a permanent crease etched into her brow, but it worsens whenever he's around. Aeolus knows this, sees it, and he hates it all the same. He worries that one day she may strip him apart and take a look inside - figure him out and pull at all the bad things he kept so desperately hidden. Realistically he knows it'd be good for him, for them. Selfishly he knows he'd rather die all over again than deal with it.
Beatrice is a soul Aeolus knows from his past life, his quite literal niece. She was the daughter to his younger sister, kind and strange, and she reminded him of himself. That childish wonder, that distinctive edge of not fitting into the cookie cutter mold that their family so desperately tried to fit into at times. He loved her dearly up until the day he died, despite his tense relations with his family, and he loves her dearly even now with their own tense relationship. Aeolus does his best to make up for the years he couldn't be there for her, taking on a near fatherly role much like he does with Lux, but he can't help but look at Beatrice oddly. He remembers her as a child, after all - not the full grown adult woman, mother of two and a rich living city gal she had died as. He does his best to change his view towards her, to treat her as she deserves, but he also fears her just a little. Fears what she reminds him of, more than anything else.
He hates the way she looks at him, with that familial stare filled with worry and concern. She always looks a little tired, a little anxious, a permanent crease etched into her brow, but it worsens whenever he's around. Aeolus knows this, sees it, and he hates it all the same. He worries that one day she may strip him apart and take a look inside - figure him out and pull at all the bad things he kept so desperately hidden. Realistically he knows it'd be good for him, for them. Selfishly he knows he'd rather die all over again than deal with it.
The Medicine
Mirabella is,,, strange. She is not a friend, nor is she a child of his, nor a creator, nor a enemy. In fact, you could call her a crutch. A cheap imitation drug that offers all the kind things Aeolus craves and leaves ruinous side affects he chooses to ignore. He'd met her on a chance encounter, hadn't even known she was there really till he revisited her boundary after the initial haze. He's aware of what she is, what she does, what people think of her and her enchantments and all the things she can do. But he doesn't care. It offers an escape, a reprieve, and he loves it. He loves it so much he's willing to break the goddamn Esk law to get it.
Maybe he should be a little more concerned. Whether for his health or safety, probably both, but maybe he should spend a little more time considering it. Worrying about it. But Mira offers him something he can't get anywhere else - she is his ticket to a happy place. Who's he to question that?
Mirabella is,,, strange. She is not a friend, nor is she a child of his, nor a creator, nor a enemy. In fact, you could call her a crutch. A cheap imitation drug that offers all the kind things Aeolus craves and leaves ruinous side affects he chooses to ignore. He'd met her on a chance encounter, hadn't even known she was there really till he revisited her boundary after the initial haze. He's aware of what she is, what she does, what people think of her and her enchantments and all the things she can do. But he doesn't care. It offers an escape, a reprieve, and he loves it. He loves it so much he's willing to break the goddamn Esk law to get it.
Maybe he should be a little more concerned. Whether for his health or safety, probably both, but maybe he should spend a little more time considering it. Worrying about it. But Mira offers him something he can't get anywhere else - she is his ticket to a happy place. Who's he to question that?
Character Details and Notes
- Aeolus' vibration or voice is rather staticky sounding when compared to others nearest him. He's retained his human tone almost entirely, only a slight slur to his speech that breaks off into a rumbling and animalistic sound at times, but more over he sounds as if speaking through an old timey radio. A thick cloud of static snow follows him as he speaks, the sound sometimes off putting but otherwise harmless - he doesn't even seem to notice it. When he's exhausted or entirely calmed though this static sounds tends to fade away , leaving only an aged rumbly man's voice that speaks with honey soaked words of fondness you can practically feel. When aggravated however, or distressed, this static tends to worsen to the point he's almost if not entirely intelligible.
- Aeolus is rather medium in the size department, not at the largest Esk but certainly not the smallest either. He's around the size of a shorter ended human, around 5'5 from the shoulders down, and he does dislike it just a bit as he's lost damn near a full foot and some spare change from his human life. That being said, he is the second largest soul within his little group of companions.
- It is not uncommon to see Aeolus hidden within the depths of the Conservatory. He's frequently able to be spotted interacting with 000 and sharing stories with her and those who surround her, and sometimes he can be found simply wandering the place alongside his group of ragtag companions. He does have his own personal wing: a strange mimicry of his station from back when it was lively and bustling with visitors, a layer of fog on the ground and and floating lights bobbing about, and of course minor phantasmal influences from whomever visits. You are free to visit his wing and interact with him should he be spotted within the Conservatory depths - he's likely in a fair mood if he's found wandering about.
- As a Creator, Aeolus is a fine one. He's never one to keep another in his clutches after they're created, offering his guidance and offering them the chance to leave and be on their own all the same. He's learned since his days with Hayes, and though he can feel an urge to protect the new Esk, he won't force it by any means. He has no preference for what is open to create, though he leans more commonly towards injured animals and humans who've grown lost near his boundary.
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