F.A.Q. & F.Y.I.
Nylius was created by Matt W. firstname.lastname@example.org
Ofanite Master of the Wind
Angel of Rebellion
Corporeal Forces - 5
Strength - 8
Agility - 12
Ethereal Forces - 5
Intelligence - 10
Precision - 10
Celestial Forces - 4
Will - 10
Precision - 6
Vessels: Human Male/6 Charisma +2, Human Female/3
Songs: Song of Attraction (Ethereal/4), Song of Form (Corporeal/3, Ethereal/3), Song of Healing (Corporeal/3), Song of Tongues (Corporeal/2), Song of Shields (Celestial/2), Song of Thunder/4, Numinous Corpus: Claws/4
Skills: Fighting/4, Dodge/3, Chemistry/3, Electronics/3, Ranged Weapon (Long Bow)/1, Ranged Weapon (Pistol)/3, Ranged Weapon (Rifle)/3, Ranged Weapon (SMG)/3, Lying/2, Throwing/2, Detect Lies/2, Survival (Forest)/2, Survival (Urban)/1, Survival (Jungle)/3, Fast-Talk/2, Emote/3, Language(English/2, French/3, Chinese/2, German/1, Russian/2, Arabic/1, Spanish/3), Running/2, Large Weapon (Broadsword)/1, Large Weapon (Halberd)/1, Computer Operations/2, Driving/1, Knowledge(Heavy Weapons Operation)/3, Knowledge (Armored Vehicle Operation)/4
Attunements: Mercurian of the Wind, Ofanite of the Wind, Passage, Swipe, Remote Control (from Jean), Smite (from Gabriel), Angel of Rebellion
Special Rites:7nbssp; Spend one hour promoting rebellious (but ultimately beneficial) behavior, Kill a tyrant or overthrow an unjust government (+4 essence)
Dissonance Conditions: Nylius (and any others he chooses) does not gain dissonance for not moving after three days if he is currently involved in a rebellion (of any sort) or is inciting one. He does gain dissonance for supporting "The Establishment" directly, though he can refrain from aiding a rebellious faction if he chooses, and he may call in other angels to handle the situation.
Nylius is an enigmatic and passionate figure in the well-woven and colorful folktales of rumors of angels, and even demons. Confidant, suave and irreverent, he embodies the inherent human condition of defiance of existing authority. He first made a name for himself when he stole a copy of the 88 Theses (Martin Luther's arguments against the Church), smuggled it off to a local printing press and distributed them about Europe in 14 days. Much to Dominic's chagrin, he later commented "It took God 7 days to make the world, it took me fourteen days to change it... I need to get faster." He always supported the concept of rebellion in order to create a better world, to knock down barriers forcefully if necessary, he was finally granted his wanted word after successfully masterminding the Magna Carta, a document which changed the very shape of government to come.
Ever since, he has been wherever the oppressed were fighting the oppressors, the wronged fighting to make right, and so on and so forth. He was especially active in the American Revolution, though rumors fly whether he masterminded that entire thing or not, and the later Whiskey Rebellion he smiled at. He has had his share of failures though. He at first supported the Confederacy when it was supposedly finding for the state's rights, but withdrew his hat from their ring when it came apparent that the destiny of that revolt was becoming less and less likely, and its dark fate was more and more evident. And though he supported Kerensky's peaceful democratic revolution in Russia, he was appalled by the following Bolshevik one, and frequently speaks of his suspicion of the Game's tampering there. Strangely, he stills supports the tenents of Mao's revolt and whenever any challenged him on his support of such an atheist government, he just smiled knowingly, though he shed tears as he looked upon Teinamen Square that fateful night, like something had gone terribly wrong.
Though he may seem violent, Nylius actually prefers more peaceful methods that avoid excessive destruction and bloodshed. He hoped with all his heart that the tenents of Gandhi would become the new paradigm of rebellion to come, but he quickly found it takes a certain type of culture to support such a tactic. However, the peaceful ways of the youth and race rebellions of this century have mainly been to his efforts, and he has taken the motto, "by the ballot box if we can, by the cartridge box if we must," to heart.
Nylius holds a very strange position in celestial politics, and has gotten his share of enemies. Dominic is eternally suspicious of him, disturbed that the Seraphim Council would even grant the word of Rebellion, for is that not what Heaven is fighting, the fruits of the First Rebellion? David views him contemptously as one who creates needless cracks in the stonework of society. Laurence shares a strange relationship with him, for though he is disgusted by rebellion within the disciplined ranks, he has fought side by side with Nylius in righteous rebellions.
As for his friends, Gabriel finds her band-brother Nylius impressive, full of inspiration and righteous fury for tyrants, and Jean finds him useful for more subtle rebellions, such as a new system of physics superseding the old, and new concepts coming to light. Novalis has refrained from passing judgement on the erratic angel, for she is not sure his tenents of peace before war really stick. Michael respects Nylius as a fellow warrior with the same passion for battle.
Nylius's current activities are numerous, for there is much rebellion in the world. He has put his support behind some of the Mexican rebels in the northern provinces, as well supporting small groups of freedom fighters from around the world. His most controversial behavior has been standing in the Groves and the Halls of Worship, speaking freely his thoughts and questions on the nature of Heaven's army, the Seraphim Council, the Divine Inquisition and whatever else comes to mind, questioning all of it. Dominic and Laurence themselves have personally arrived at some of these sessions to put a stop to it, but have in the end been drawn into Nylius's gift for debate for change, though he does sometime tend to be outright belligerent, such as challenging Dominic to prove to him he wasn't a Balseraph. His rant against Uriel's Crusade and the anti-ethereal policies of Heaven got him in major trouble all over, especially with many of Uriel's former servants, but when anyone tries to inform him angels don't necessarily have freedom of speech, he replies, "Then we'll just have to change that."
But there are many more rumored activities going on behind the scenes for the Ofanite. It is known he has had a drink or two or three with Lilith over the years, discussing the nature of each other's Words, but more insidious encounters are rumored. A few audiences with Malphas, even working with him, inciting riots for no apparent reason, supporting Communism, etc. However, the most incredible (and therefore most spoken of) rumor is that he has personally sat down with the Lightbringer himself, and discussed the nature of the very first rebellion.
Nylius's physical appearance is that of a scruffy male in his early twenties, with a very cluttered appearance. His black leather jacket is marked with the French tricolor, a White Army officers badge, and various other doo-dads, and usually sports an irreverent or tie-dye t-shirt under it. One thing he is rarely without is his old Confederate army hat, gray and tattered, a reminder that not all rebellions turn out as they should. Should you meet him, he might be look like your average street kid, or look like he's been crawling around in the jungle for three days, depending on the circumstances.
Author's Note: Nylius is intended as a powerful NPC for the characters to encounter, who can be as comic or serious or dark as you wish. He can be an excellent direct superior to Servitors of the Wind, as his special dissonance conditions, should he grant them, allows Windys to stay in one place, as long as they support his word. He can also be, given a few Soldiers and angels on his side, a good nemesis for servitors of some of the more order-minded Superiors (how many can you think of that would want his butt in a sling?).
Marko and Ripper created by Brian Rogers
Marko (Mark O'Hanrahan, Marko to his friends)
Mercurian of Creation
Corporeal: 2 Str:4 Agi:4
Ethereal: 3 Int:6 Pre:6
Celestial: 4 Will:8 Per:8
Vessel: (Human Male)/3 Charisma/+3
Role: Bartender 4/2
Skills: Dodge/1 Fighting/4 Seduction/1 Artistry/1
Songs: Healing(Corporeal/2) Friendship(Corporeal/3, Ethereal/1, Celestial/1)
Artifact: Stunt Cycle (Driving/2 requires brief, silent invocation)
Attunements & Distinctions: Mercurian of Creation, Ofanite of Creation
Marko is a very much a Mercurian. When Eli decided to go wandering, he was
originally going to assign Marko to Novalis. Marko was pleased with this
choice, as her Word clicked nicely with his nature. In addition to which,
Marko had (and still has) a deep, almost pathetic crush on Novalis. But he
also had a deep respect and affection for Eli, himself. After much
consideration, Marko approached Eli and asked if he could follow in his
footsteps, wandering among humans and going where the Symphony leads him. Eli
seemed flattered by this and granted him his request.
Marko has currently settled in Evansville, Indiana, where he is bartending
at a nightclub, and planning to open his own club. He spends much of his time
chatting with customers, trying to help them through their problems. He also
spends a lot of time flirting with his female customers.The Dissonance Story
Rev. Brian A. Rogers
I was sitting around with some friends at a Mexican restaurant talking about this and that when the subject of dissonance came up. Now in my comparatively short life I haven't yet become dissonant. Luckily as a Mercurian of Creation, that's pretty easy. Don't punch anyone. Easy. So everyone bought me a drink, and I got to listen to the others and their "Stupidest Dissonant Action" contest. By far the best story was from Zed, a Kyriotate of Destiny, who was using the borrowing the body of the restaurant's assistant manager, a lovely young woman who sat around talking to the customers too much anyway. Zed's story went like this...
"Stupidest Dissonant Action?" Heh. That would have to be about five years ago. A girl and a guy. They had the relatively simple Destiny that they were supposed to marry each other and spend their lives blissfully having kid after kid. They were meant for each other. Unfortunately they were very human in the wrong ways. The guy, (I recall his name was Paul), was a decent guy, but when he was in the presence of a really beautiful woman, he turned into the Jerk from Hell. Saying completely the wrong thing at completely the wrong time. And Julie, (that was the girl's name), was definitely a beautiful woman. Now Julie was a decent girl, but her little flaw was that she was very judgmental. If you gave a bad impression early on, that was the one she stuck with. The two of them went to the same college together. They'd seen each other, and there was some attraction, but Paul knew better than to ask her out, and risk becoming The Amazing Jerkman. So he just did the "admiring from afar" thing. I took over Paul's roommate, Tom (or Ted or something), and arranged a date for the two of them. The first date went great. Dinner and a movie. The movie was easy. I just watched from the row behind them. They were pretty quiet. Then came dinner. I just took over Julie early on in the meal. Paul made his Jerkman comments, and I (as Julie) just laughed along like I was the most tolerant gal on earth. I left Julie shortly before the end of the meal. Now just so you non-Kyrios know, you'd be surprised how readily people will fill in gaps in their memory. Julie remembered starting the dinner and finishing it. She didn't worry too much about the part in between. She just assumed she had a great time because it seemed to go by so quickly. The plan was to give Paul the chance to become comfortable around Julie, so Jerkman would go away. Then I'd stand back and let Julie see the real Paul. They'd fall in love, get married, and start cranking out babies. E-Z as pie! Anyway, I figured they were okay for the moment, so I went on to some another project, involving a medical student who I was trying to get to quit his plan of becoming a plastic surgeon and become a real doctor of some kind. So by the time I got back around to checking on Paul, I discovered (by taking over his roommate and looking into his memories) that Paul had left over two hours ago for his second date with Julie. I also discovered that Paul was repeating the "dinner and a movie" motif. Well, I was a little nervous about this, since I wasn't sure about Paul's ability to handle himself. Well, I has some of my Forces in a couple of birds at the time, so I flew straight over to the same theater they went to before. I took over an employee and started looking around the various theaters for them. They were watching Pulp Fiction. (awesome flick, by the way) They were sitting quietly, seeming to enjoy each others company, so I left them alone. After the movie they left to go to the same restaurant as last time. (Not the most original date, our Paul) I decided this was the right time to step in. I took over Paul. I figured that it could be Julie's turn to remember the date, and that I was more charming than Paul any day. Now, I've been mocked and made fun of for this by every Kyriotate I've met since that night, and I deserve it because it's my own damn fault. I forgot one of the cardinal rules of body-hopping. "Make sure your bladder is pinched shut as you enter the host!" I don't know why Paul chose to drink three Jumbo size cups of Coke while watching the film. I don't know why he didn't excuse himself to use the men's room before leaving the theater. I just know that I entered Paul with an air of relaxed casualness that unfortunately extended to Paul's bladder. I turned to Julie, an easy smile on my face, ready to make some witty remark about the film, when I felt a warm damp feeling down the front of Paul pants. I saw Julie sniff the air with a look of disgust, then glance down at the front of Paul's pants. What can I say? I panicked. I bolted. I pulled out of Paul and flew off in the bird's body thinking "Oh God Oh God Oh God!" I could have easily jumped over to Julie and had her laugh it off. But no, I ran and left Paul with warm, wet pants and no idea how he'd gotten them that way, to explain himself to the girl he was Destined to marry. Which, I think, comes under the heading of "leaving a host in worse shape" It took well over a three months before I could get Julie to talk to Paul again, and over a year before their next date. But I eventually worked it out. I check on them now and then. They're working on their third kid. Happy ending. Well, that's my Stupid Dissonance story.
Impudite of Death
Corporeal: 5 Str:12 Agi:8
Ethereal: 1 Int:2 Pre:2
Celestial: 3 Will:10 Per:2
Vessel:(Human Male)/6 Charisma/+1
Skills:Fighting/2 Ranged Weapon(pistol)/1 Drive/1 Seduction/1
Songs:Might(Corp)/4 Form(Corp)/2 Healing(Corp)/1 Blood(Corp)/1
Discord: Lustful/3 Obsession(Murder)/3 Need(Sex with Dead or Undead)/3
The Impudite who calls himself Ripper once worked, oddly enough, for
Andrealphus, Prince of Lust. However, he let one too many humans die and his
dissonance rose to become Discord. Unfortunately his Discord was an Obsession
with Murder, which caused him to become more discordant. Soon he was killing
people, violating their corpses, and lusting for more.
Finally he decided that he wasn't going to survive much more of this, so he
went to Shal-Mari to appeal to his Superior to fix him. He was halfway there
when he realized that he was having so much fun he didn't want to stop!
Instead of seeing his Prince he went straight for his Heart, and shattered
it. He then sought out Saminga to offer his services.
Saminga liked the young Impudite's enthusiasm, and gladly made him a new
Heart. He insisted on stripping of his Impudite of Lust attunement, but
replaced it with the Impudite of Death attunement, which gave him carte
blanche to kill whoever he liked.
He worked very hard to get the Zombi attunement, which allowed him to make
better use of his "lady-friends" and the Lilim of Death attunement, which
gave him Bethany. Bethany was an experienced and powerful vampire, who Saminga gave to Ripper.
Ripper was very grateful. Bethany was everything he'd ever wanted in a girl.
Beautiful, obedient, stupid and dead. Ripper isn't the sharpest knife in the
drawer, but Bethany was even dumber (Int:1), which made Ripper feel a little
better about himself.
Together Ripper and Bethany cruise around the country like a couple of
Natural Born Killers, having a Hell of a good time.
Ripper idolizes Saminga, and shares Saminga's dream of Zombi Earth, where
everyone on Earth is dead, zombified, and obedient to the Prince of Death. He
doesn't rack up the sheer volume of some of Saminga's more industrious
Servitors, but he makes up for that with sheer psychotic enthusiasm.
The Sunrise Story and Eos are (c) Douglas Muir 1999, email@example.com
What... the sunrise story? You want to hear that old thing
Well... all right. Walk along with me,
See, this was back near the Beginning. Not _at_ it,
but near. "Darkness overed the face of the deep, while a wind
from God moved over the face of the waters". Yes. Then God
said, "Let there be light --"
I remember that, watching the sun
No Fall yet, then. No Fallen.
Lucifer and Gabriel were God's lamplighters. She moved across the
void, across distances too big for even an angel to easily imagine,
herding the stuff of creation into the first stars. And then he
touched their cores, here, there, getting the tiniest pieces of being to
fall into place just right to bring the light out.
he'd try to talk to us about it. Telling the little pieces where
to go, I mean. Wild stuff, about tiny holes in the Symphony, and
things that were and weren't there. Nobody was too interested,
though... it was all math, hard math, and even the ones who liked that
sort of thing got lost pretty quickly. Even Raphael, even Jean...
well, we are all pretty young then. I guess we figured he could
talk to Yves, or to God.
But sometimes I think back, and I
remember him, Lucifer I mean, talking about how, when things got small
enough and fast enough, the truth just seemed to leak away. And
someone asked him, no truth? None at all, like the Symphony going
silent? And he got the strangest look on his face and said,no,
there was always _some_ truth, but only if someone was there to make it
be true... and then he said, maybe the truth is waiting to be made.
Well, even then, that seemed like a funny thing for one of the Seraphim
to be saying. I suppose people thought it was a joke or
Yah, we had jokes back then. I think the first
joke was very close to the start. I suppose some would say it was
right *at* the --
Oh, the sunrise. Yes, yes. Well,
the sun had been burning properly for a few million years -- you have to
understand, time was a little different then, and a million years didn't
seem very long at all -- funny how full the days seem now, like
everything is moving faster. Or maybe we're the ones who... yes,
well, anyhow Lucifer had retired for a bit to meditate on the Symphony,
the way Seraphs always have and still do -- we figured he was making up
a new Song or something, if we thought about it, which we didn't. So,
then, Gabriel and David were hard at work shaping the new Earth.
That was fun. Collisions, you know? And comets, lots of
comets. Gabriel could be very picky about the comets. You'd
think she wouldn't have anything to do with a comet, after all it's a
big ball of ice basically, but, you know, it glows and it turns into gas
and it moves really fast and it makes one great huge bang when it hits
something, so I suppose it comes close enough. And they're full of
complicated chemicals, too, and Gabriel was always quite the
What, didn't you know that? Yah, just like
Lucifer with the math. Anything reacting with anything is fire,
right? Sure. That's why a lot of us were surprised by the
whole business with the Koran. We were thinking that if she
dictated anything, it would be, well, the periodic table or something
like that. But maybe she's lost interest, over the years.
That can happen. Marc used to juggle -- no, really; I guess he
puts it into the markets now, or something. But he used to.
Said it helped him relax. On the other hand, sometimes they keep
their hand in, like Jordi with the beetles. They say that Jordi
and Novalis were walking along one day, talking shop, when --
What? Oh, the sunrise, yes. Well, Gabriel and David had
some sort of arrangement. She was going to turn things over to him
once the Earth had reached a certain point. We figured it was once
the crust had cooled completely, but she said no, there'd be big
volcanoes for a long time, it was something else. Then she said
she'd show us all when it was time. She was like that... always
liked a good surprise, even then. She was a lot calmer then,
So a few thousand years later, some of us were
running through the clouds, getting some good storms going... oh, did I
tell you about the clouds? No? Well, you see, the Earth had a lot
more air then, and it was hotter and denser and darker than today.
Different mix than now, you know. Carbon dioxide, sulfur dioxide,
all sorts of things. And murky? Well, the big impacts kept
kicking up dust, and then the volcanoes were constantly pumping out
smoke and ash and all sorts of stuff. Most of the time you
couldn't have seen your hand. I mean, if you'd been there and had a
hand. Which nobody did, because there wasn't even life yet.
Corporeal life, I mean.
Well, things stayed that way,
dusty and murky, no worse, black like the bottom of the ocean most of
the time really, until the Earth cooled down below the boiling point of
water. Or a bit longer... things got muggy, but it took years for
the first rain to fall. But once it started, oh, well, it just
went on and on. Most of the oceans were in the air, if you get
what I mean, and they had to come out. It took years. And all that
time, we were rushing around following Gabriel's orders, making more
rain here, parting the clouds over there... oh, busy, busy.
So Belial and I -- oh, Belial was just a baby then. But he
already knew he didn't like anything about storms except the lightning
part. He could get some really good lightning going, and he liked
hitting rocks and blowing them into tiny pieces. He didn't like
the rest of it, though, the winds and rain and clouds parts. Well,
a lot of angels didn't; you had to really enjoy just rushing back and
forth, year after year. It got tiring, too. You could use up a lot
of essence, herding storms. I think that's why God made Janus --
Janus came just a little bit later, he wasn't around yet, quite.
He showed us a thing or two when he did get here, though! Sure.
Would you believe, back then none of us had ever seen a --
sunrise? I'm getting to that. See, Belial and I are running
through the clouds over a continent that was going to be Gondwanaland
one day, when an angel comes rushing up to us and says that Gabriel
wanted us. So we hurry off to meet her but she's not
Only there's a beach, with about a hundred angels lined
up along it, looking out over the ocean. Not with corporeal
vision, of course -- we didn't have Vessels back then. Didn't need
them. The corporeal and celestial were closer then. Or,
mmmm, not exactly closer. But things were easier then.
Anyway, no Vessels.
So the angels are just looking out over the
ocean, and Belial and I arrive and ask, well, what is it? And
Gabriel's still not there, but Raphael -- oh, yes, Raphael was there, so
we knew it wasn't a prank. Gabriel always had a great deal of
respect for Raphael -- I think that's part of the reason... well,
anyhow, Raphael says, Gabriel told us to look this way and we'll see
something no angel has ever seen before. So we look too.
And, do you know, the air was very clear at that hour. The rains had
been washing stuff out of the atmosphere for years, and no volcanoes had
erupted in the last few days, and there was a cold front moving across
that particular continent just than, and, well, you could see a long
way. All the way to the horizon, actually. We'd never seen
that far before, from the ground. So we were thinking, is this the
new thing? It's interesting, but not really... And then the
sky began to change color.
It turned grey on one end, out
across the ocean. Then pink, and the clouds -- there were still plenty
of clouds around, things weren't *completely* clear, that wouldn't
happen for a long time yet -- the clouds around that end of the sky
started to turn pink too, and gold. And right about then we start
to notice an undertone to the Symphony that we'd never heard before, a
low sustained note, like - aaaaaaaaah.
So we were thinking,
say, its a volcano... a really big one, look how it's lighting up all
the clouds. But then, I think we all realized at once, it was
_silent_. A silent volcano? We were looking at each other,
completely baffled, and then this red dome peeked over the horizon, with
these long rays and curtains of light shooting up off of it, and all the
clouds turned the most amazing colors. And that note in the
Symphony? It started to swell, louder and stronger, and suddenly
it was adding on all sorts of complicated harmonics, now it was a rising
chord, like -- *Aaaaaaahhhh*.
And we were just staring at it,
dumbfounded, flabbergasted, and this dome rose higher and higher -- we
thought it was some sort of shockwave, or maybe ball lightning -- the
music getting louder -- and then someone, Raphael maybe, yells out, it's
The sun! Who could imagine it? We'd seen
the sun from above the world, sure, but up there it's, you know,
separate. But here it was like a big red-gold circle, *rising*,
moving up into the sky over the world, and filling the sky with all
these impossible colors.
Now, we'd all been busy running around
building the Earth -- herding storms, tending volcanoes, getting the
continents lined up properly -- and, you know, it was pretty tiring
work. So you can imagine how we felt when, just as the sun lifted
over the horizon, the new sound in the sympony peaked into a single,
triumphant chord, for an instant filling the entire world --
**AAAAAAAHHHHH!!** -- and then, _whack_, suddenly each of us felt a jolt
of pure delight at the center of our beings, and we realized that we had
all gained Essence just from being there. See, that was the very
first sunrise, ever! So we had no idea that it was going to work
that way. But that was Gabriel's surprise. Pretty clever,
So that day she gave up her viceregency of the Earth,
handed it over to David and Oannes, and we all had a big party right
there on the beach, singing and dancing -- my, we had some parties in
those days -- and then Gabriel got to work on her next job, which was
preparing all the little fires that would go into the new life on Earth,
the corporeal life, something called the Krebs cycle, and then we
How did we gain Essence before
Oh, well. Now that's a _really_ long story.
Kind of interesting, though, actually. See, it all goes back to
What? Oh. Well.
then. Have a nice trip.
Angel of the Dawn
Ofanite of Gabriel(?)
Str 4 Int 7 Per 8
Agil 8 Prec 5 Will 8
Eos, an Ofanite, is one of the oldest of the angelic host...
and as far as anyone can tell, he is *the* oldest angel without a Word
or a high rank in the Host.
The first generation of
angels has been thinned out considerably over the last five billion
years. Many have died; many more have ascended to the Higher
Heavens. Those that remain are almost all very powerful --
archangels, demon princes, or very high ranking Servitors and Vassals.
Except for Eos. This modest Ofanite has managed to live through
almost the whole history of Creation without rising in rank... or
acquiring a Word... or even developing more than ten measly
Forces. No other angel his age has managed this.
Why? Well, the best explanation seems to be that Eos just lacks
ambition. He doesn't _want_ a Word... he has actually REFUSED
Words. And while he's a loyal Servant of God, he's not all
that interested in fighting the War, either. He likes wandering
around, and looking at new things, and telling stories... and that's
about it. Think of him as an eternal enlisted man.
called "Angel of the Dawn", but this seems to be a title (a very old
one) rather than a Word (although there's a minority opinion that says
it *is* a Word, and it's *the* Dawn, the first one, and he serves his
word just by telling that story over and over again).
So why doesn't his Superior whip him into shape? Well... it gets
stranger. It's not clear that Eos _has_ a Superior, or if so,
It's the seniority thing again. The Superior system
predated the Fall, but
> it wasn't really formalized until after Lucifer's
rebellion. Eos spent most of his time in Gabriel's retinue, so it
was assumed that he was one of hers... but while he's very respectful of
Gabriel, he's never called on her, and he doesn't seem to feel bound to
Gabriel has neither claimed nor disowned
him. Eos himself answers questions on the topic with a smile and a
shrug; talkative about most things, this is one topic he simply doesn't
This annoys Dominic intensely, of course. But as
long as Eos doesn't break any of heaven's rules otherwise, there's
nothing to be done about it. Like an old soldier who has managed
to finagle an indefinite leave, Eos seems very happy with the way things
There are several other odd things about
First, he _doesn't hurry_. He's always moving, yes,
but *slowly*. He strolls, he saunters, he puts his hands in his
pockets and he smells the roses.
Nobody's quite sure
what to make of this. An ordinary Ofanite would be exploding with
Dissonance if he lived like that, but Eos seems to be just fine.
He shows no signs of Dissonance, Discord, or dissatisfaction.
Some think that he might actually be a "different model" of Ofanite...
an earlier, slower version; Wheels 1.0, as it were. This gains
support from the fact that Eos' appearance, in celestial form, is
noticeably different from his brethren... he's somewhat bigger than most
of Ofanim, but also redder and dimmer.
that it's a side effect of his being so old (Jean said this once, and
added some stuff about "black body radiation" and "the Hubble Constant"
that no one could understand). Yet another theory is that he *is*
moving fast, on his own time scale; he's just so old that time is
different for him. Nobody knows for sure.
Second, Eos remembers stuff going (almost) all the way back to the
Beginning. It's true that angels have limited memories; Eos has
_forgotten_ whole geological eras ("Don't ask me anything about the
Mesozoic, folks"). But, as is often the case with the elderly, he
remembers episodes from his youth very clearly. If you can sit
still through his rambling and discursion, Eos is a treasure trove of
history, gossip and trivia from the earliest days of creation.
Third, Eos seems to have picked up some tricks in billions of
years of existence. Despite his limited Forces, he can use *all*
the Songs listed in the IN handbook (plus quite a few more that
aren't). And while he seems to lack any Distinctions or
Attunements, he's singularly hard to kill. Whether because of his great
age, or for some other reason, Eos doesn't suffer Trauma... and he seems
to have an unlimited supply of Vessels. Kill him off, and he can
pop up the very next day, not a hair out of place. No one quite
knows how he does this, and Eos isn't telling.
on good, almost chummy terms with several of his contemporaries. He's
friendly with Marc, with Jordi, and -- oddly enough -- with Michael.
He's also occasionally seen chatting with Eli ("Oh, yeah, Eos. Him and
me, we go back, man."). Somewhat more disturbing is the suggestion
that Eos has kept in touch with some of his old companions on the other
side... though Dominic has never been able to prove this.
Since Eos either has no Superior, or is on permanent leave from
Gabriel, he has no fixed assignment. This suits him fine; he
wanders around through
Heaven and Earth, seeing the sights and telling
his rambling stories to anyone who'll listen. This aimlessness is
annoying to Dominic and some of the other, more focussed angels... after
all, if everyone behaved like that, everything would go straight to
Hell. But most angels are tolerant of Eos, and quite a few are
very fond of him.
If Eos is encountered sauntering through
Heaven, he'll always be friendly and willing to chat. He won't be
drawn into any sort of job, though (unless directly requested by an
Archangel, and maybe not even then). Like most old soldiers, he
has learned never to volunteer.
If encountered on Earth, Eos
appears as a rather rumpled-looking man in
late middle age. Again,
he'll be cheerful and talkative but rarely more
> than minimally
helpful. If faced with a direct and immediate appeal ("We NEED
help, right now, or the demons are going to brutally murder an entire
village of innocents"), he might perhaps pitch in, but no one should
ever count on this; Eos is always capable of smiling, shrugging, and
Eos doesn't seem to care for combat
much. In a pinch, though, he's a surprisingly shrewd and dangerous
opponent. Not only does he have a huge arsenal of Songs, but he's
quite cunning; he seems to be able to guess just how to confuse and
divide demonic opponents. More than one demon has made the mistake
of confusing great age with weakness, and been sent screaming
> back to
Hell for his error. Eos is a pleasant old fellow, but he hasn't
survived this long on charm and old stories.
Eos is one of the
very few angels to spend much time in the empty cathedrals of the
PCs could interact with Eos in a wide variety
of ways. Angels might want to talk to him if they need information
about the old days. Or, they might be asked to investigate him...
he *is* a somewhat mysterious character. Or Dominic might finally
lose patience and order Eos brought in for examination.
Demons, too, might seek out Eos for information. He'll be hostile to
most demons, but it might be possible to sweet-talk him around... and a
Prince might want a message delivered through him, or even to him ("Baal
says he's claiming the bet he won on Pangaia, back in the
Permian"). Alternately, two Princes might clash over the old
angel: Vapula wants to capture him and take him apart, but some
other Prince seems to be sentimentally attached to an old friend, and
has sent someone to help him... Or Saminga might decide that no
one should be allowed to cheat Death for that long.
doesn't have to be a plot seed. He can serve just as well
wandering in and out of campaigns, a minor mystery, reminding the PCs
that the universe is bigger and older and stranger than they usually