Enzeru Moushigo

STATS:
Series: RhyDin; RPG (Rondak's Portal- A Bard's Tale: Forevermore)
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 5'8
Weight: 140lbs
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Eyes: Gray

DESCRIPTION
An elegant young man with the stardust in his eyes and a mission in his heart. His hair felt softer than silk, long shimmering strands resting around a face with flawless curves and contours. A light aura seeming to radiate from him, visible to all who could catch a glimpse of him. He wore a soldier's uniform; a crimson coat, and white breeches that stopped and met his black boots. Soft-spoken and and introverted, it proves difficult to distinguish whether he was shy or one scheming. Besides such appearance, his easy and fluid movements seemed preternatural. Perhaps he was not really of Earth after all?

HISTORY
He was of a typical middle-class family, his mother content at home with his 4 sisters, his father anxious for his 3 sons to learn good swordsmanship. Although Enzeru had been adept in this skill since he was a young boy, it brought little interest to him- though the young girls of the town appreciated him for his looks, and not so much his abilities as a gentleman. His father was constantly irritated by this and kept his son at work, or at home watching the women of the household. He lived a fairy-tale kind of childhood, everything seeming to be alright no matter what happened, the love for his family surpassing any pain he'd ever known. But a great resentment with a neighboring city seemed to grow as he did, and upon his twelfth year, there spurred a bit of a war, which kept the men distanced from their families for many years. Young Enzeru never saw the end of that war. Four years of sleeping under the stars, fearing for his life every hour, he barely managed to keep his peaceful nature. His only comfort the warm glow of the fire. But one fateful day, barely sixteen years old, he fell from a direct shot in the neck from a large crossbow. The others in his regiment could not break from their own battles to save him, and he was left to die. His father, far across the battlefield, would learn much later that eve why his son never returned to the campfire. But the gods did not want him yet for he hadn't really lived his life. Tearing the very wings from his back, they sent Enzeru back down to the Earth, where he remains a fallen angel. Because of this heavenly rejection, his heart seems to be tainted. Occasionally his good-naturedness slips away, his temper almost irritating. But should he find error in his ways of wrongdoing, the gods bestow upon him those virgin-white feathered wings, a sight to behold for the little time they're given. Little time indeed, because his heart is not completely pure with innocence, and the feathered slowly fade to black, and the wings fall apart. His sole purpose was to live his life while he was given the chance, and he would not be accepted into the hands of death until that destiny was fulfilled. He wanted very much to return to his family, even after considering that they might have feared him after knowing he had died. But after a hopeless search of what now seemed a ghost town, he heard by word of mouth that most of its inhabitants had been captured or murdered-if not both- before the war had ended two years after he had died. After this, bitter that he was unable to alter this fate, he remained an elusive creature, keeping out of society as much as possible, for his light aura drew unnecessary attention. The few that saw him were either thought of as crazy or they themselves decided he could have only been in a dream. He found that the gods were not going to make ending his life easy, and even gave him little things as a near bribe for him to live. His delicate wings, when present, could be used for flight if he so pleased. His senses had been altered slightly, so that each were enhanced- noises louder, objects brighter, scents stronger, flavors more festive, and textures insanely diverse.

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