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Name: Cerria
Alias/Nickname: Aluvia
Age: Her current incarnation is 36.
Race: Angel
Appearance:

Cerria’s wings are grey, coming from dark grey at the leading edge to pale near-white at the end of her feathers. Since remembering her previous existence as an Archangel without the proper assistance, her wings have become battered and torn, unable to properly contain the essence contained within her - the human essence of her body is failing and combusting as the Angelic essence becomes purer. This causes patches on her wings to glow with bright yellow gold energy in a shimmering unpredictable pattern that gives the appearance of her wings being on fire only in slow motion. While once large enough to easily achieve flight, the lack of certain key feathers has made controlled flight impossible, and gliding only possible under extremely favorable circumstances.

Social Status: A ghost, unknown to all. If the council discovered the nature of her personality, they would consider her an enemy most likely. Her essence is strong and entirely on display, making her something of a beacon for anyone with the eyes to see.

Relations: Complex relationship with Lucien.

General Activity: See Biography.

Abilities: Her abilities are typical of a weather angel.
Despite beginning the process of a regression to Archangel status, between poor handling of the process and the fact that it has barely even started, she has gained no positive effects from it as far as her powers are concerned.
The essence flares that cover her wings burn with energy in a constant state of self destruction. This causes her intense and constant pain and is the reason her wings are in the sorry state they are. It also is quite dangerous to touch for anyone or anything else, causing burns at incredible temperatures. A side effect of this destructive nature is to cause most conventional methods of damaging her wings to fail - bullets are vaporised before impact, blades blunted and poorly conducted magical attacks interact explosively with the out of control essence. None of these attributes extend beyond her wings however, and her body is precisely what one would expect of a modern Angel, that is to say, essentially human.

Equipment: Nought but the clothes on her back.

Personality: Will reveal IC.

Biography:

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Reincarnation...
After her death, the essence that was Cerria was cut free for a time, to roam the world in search of a new host, as all Angelic essence will do when freed in such a way. Whether by fate or chance, the woman that became the new host of the essence was not unlike Cerria near the beginning of her existence – a loner with more time for trees than people, but kind and caring nonetheless. It is ironic that all that this woman was was destroyed the moment Cerria's essence reincarnated in her body.

The first thing she remembered when she awoke was that her name was Aluvia. The second was that she had not always had a pair of great grey wings sprouting from her back. She was in the wilderness far from any city, and while she possessed all the knowledge she needed to survive, she did not know how or when she had learned such things. All the memories and experience that had defined who Aluvia was were gone. Her instincts told her she should continue traveling, to reach a particular area, for what reason she knew not. It did not take long before a second desire also formed in her mind – to remember.

Remembering was not a swift process by any means. The memory of who Aluvia had been before was gone – obliterated by the sudden and overwhelming presence of something other – but she did not know this. She did not begin to remember, despite her constant searching, until after she began to draw on her abilities to alter the environment around her. At first she was unaware of it, and she did not immediately notice that her wishes for a change in the weather were almost immediately answered every time.

After almost a year of fruitless effort and living as if in a trance, she finally began to remember. Her first memory came to her when she was asleep, and indeed, seemed a nightmare, for it was the memory of her own death. When she awoke, however, she recognised the terrible ring of truth in what she had seen, for not even a nightmare could be so vivid. Some beings might've been discouraged by such a thing, but she reasoned that whatever else she might remember could not possibly be worse than facing her own death...

It has been three years since the day of her first memory, and she has spent every second not devoted to survival trying to remember more. She has succeeded. It would've been better, for her, and for the unknowing people of the nearby city, if she had failed.

While before she had lived only half of a life, her mind had at least been intact. Though she has gone only a few decades back into Cerria's memory, the mental strain has been incredible, living through events of another life even as she continues her own. Worse, the years she has remembered are among the very worst that Cerria lived through. The barrier between who she is and whos he was was a tenuous one to begin with, not knowing the mechanics of angelic memory, but now, that barrier has become near non-existent. Only the fact that she remembers a different name defining her than the one of the woman in her memory, but this is little comfort. The emotions tied to the memory seem as real as any she has felt in this life, and she sees little reason to question their validity.

Perhaps worse even than the mental effects have been the physical ones. The body she inhabits now was never meant to undergo the strains it has been put under. Thus far, the only measurable effect has been the early appearance of grey strands in hair, but the effects of more mystical nature are far more severe. With no real ties to her humanity and the burgeoning Angelic essence within only growing stronger, the human part of her essence is breaking down. It causes near constant pain throughout her body, and the physical effect of the broken down essence being purged via her wings is impressive to say the least.

Though it has damaged them,

it causes them to shimmer and flash, almost as if they were on fire but in slow motion, and the destructive nature of the essence being purged harms anything it touches. Needless to say, a constantly growing and intense pain has not been helpful for her mental struggles either.

In recent days, she has ceased her efforts to remember any more as the pain of reaching backwards has become too great. Instead, she has decided to carry out what she remembers to be her main purpose on the Earth...

The judgement of human cities.

This then, is how Aluvia, or perhaps it is Cerria, has come to walk the city streets at this moment, though since this world of concrete and steel is so new to her, she falters in her convictions...

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