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Watcher the Freyalise Ghost
Analia
Legacy Name: Analia
The Angelic Noktoa
Owner: Tribe
Age: 4 years, 3 months, 2 weeks
Born: January 3rd, 2020
Adopted: 1 year, 8 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: August 5th, 2022
Statistics
- Level: 101
- Strength: 263
- Defense: 34
- Speed: 16
- Health: 58
- HP: 50/58
- Intelligence: 440
- Books Read: 431
- Food Eaten: 30
- Job: Certified Mad Scientist
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Background courtesy of Unsplash user Lysander Yuen
Adopted from Chrysariel on 8/5/2022
Gentle is she who watches
Many of my kind are brash, brazen--they are flash without substance, making choices without thought. That much is true.
Do not mistake my peaceful, soft-spoken nature as a whole-hearted rejection of my louder kindred; they indulge in the heady rush of their capabilities, but they are still family of sorts.
I mean this not as an excuse, but an explanation: we are long-lived, yes, but still young indeed. We contend with a role much greater than us, one that bandies our moralities with stakes beyond our expectations.
We... we have much to learn.
Malum--or, as the mortals know him, Father Storm--has no great love for my kind. He precedes us, a primordial deity of destruction--but one who finds his rough edges worn smooth by the passage of time. Those who cross paths with him find him gentled and merciful, a protective eye who--in spite of his true nature--finds great compassion for his charges.
But I have seen his affairs with the angels with my own eyes: there is something accusatory in his countenance. I am not foolish to see his derision at our ways, at our guidance... at our existence.
in progress, please hold
We foster the goods that we find. Teaching goodness cannot be forced, cannot be wound about a defiant soul.
We cannot fight for change with wounds and weals alike; their blood would taint whatever futile victories come at hand. We do not seek to bend their wills to ours, to claim our ambitions sanctified and theirs uncouth.
I know my brethren bristle at my creed; I know they think it foolish, that they follow it begrudgingly. It is only my might that binds their allegiance, their concordance to my cause.
But their contempt serves them not, only baring a raw intent that shines neither good nor true. It is a pretentious, privileged contempt, one that sneers at what they deem primitive. Until they challenge this stubborn belief that our sacred Higher origin both absolves and hallows us, their eyes will remain clouded--they will not see reason.
We have had centuries to learn goodness and grace, yet still I fear that we have learned from the worst of man: their impatience, their folly, their hostility.
Eleleth and Rosiel--they are drunk with pride, pernicious in their self-superiority. They believe themselves mighty, fancying our angelic nature as a divine right to rule... no, they mean to dominate, to conquer.
They invalidate man's agency, seek to crush it to dust beneath their feet.
But hear me, mark my words with care utmost:
We cannot foster man's morality with an iron fist; cannot martial in equality with banners and trumpets; cannot force utopia on a world unprepared, one that neither appreciates nor respects it.
But I trust that mankind will be, with goodness and guidance alike.
key notes: hmm interactions w/ Malum, questioning his ulterior motives and choices?
aspect of the Moonlit Stag Owl, rabbit on the moon that she wants to eat as a snack at some point :p
Pet Treasure
Holy Water
Angel Wings
Diamond Dove Figurine
White Owl Statue
Moonstone Telescope
Moonlight Puff Brush
Moon Shimmer Honey
Carved Moonstone Fishes
Heavy Hourglass
Moon Rabbit Beanbag
Lunar Cycle Chain
Pensive Muse
Ornate Noktoa Nest Box
Ho Down: The Night
SolLuna Costume Trunk
Lovely Moon Charm
Common Day Zentu Elixir
Veta Mountains Suncatcher
Sunset Gathered Butterflies
Sacred Wings