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WIP pictures to come and fillers.
Tsurete itte yume no mukou he.
Tsurete itte toki no hate he.
Tsurete itte hoshi no hate he..
|| Take me beyond my dreams.
Take me to the end of time.
Take me to as far the stars go ||
.:: Sailor Aethereality ::.
[ .:: Earth Name ::. ] Seikino { star and beginning of } Eikyuu { eternity }
[ .:: Royal Alias ::. ] Empress Valdra’aetherealition Vairë’serynaisuras
[ .:: Senshi Alias ::. ] Sailor Aethereality
[ .:: Royal Titles ::. ] Empress of Eternity and Balance given form.
[ .:: Guardian Titles ::. ] Keeper of the Cauldron and Weaver of the Stars.
[ .:: Senshi Phrase ::. ] I am the Pretty Soldier of Eternity and Stars! Sailor Aethereality! The silver and gold orbs in the sky fuel my passion! In the name of their starry glory, I will punish you!
[ .:: Birthday ::. ] Unknown
[ .:: Age ::. ] Immortal but keeps the aura of age 25.
[ .:: Gender ::. ] Female
[ .:: Job ( Taken on Earth ) ::. ] Glass Artist, Poet.
[ .:: Element ::. ] Ethereal Dreamscape and Stars
[ .:: Sexual Orientation ::. ] Bisexual
[ .:: Blood-type ::. ] Unknown – her blood is a crystal clear liquid.
[ .:: Height ::. ] 5' 6"
[ .:: Chinese Astrological Sign ::. ] Unknown
[ .:: Astrology Sign ::. ] Unknown
[ .:: Birthstone ::. ] Unknown
[ .:: Favorite Gemstone ::. ] Pearl
[ .:: Favorite Colors ::. ] Gold, Ice Blue, and Silver.
[ .:: Favorite Food ::. ] Starfruit
[ .:: Least Favorite Food ::. ] Mushrooms
[ .:: Favorite Subject ::. ] Unknown
[ .:: Least Favorite Subject ::. ] Unknown
[ .:: Strengths ::. ] Daydreaming, Art, Writing, and Weaving.
[ .:: Weakness ::. ] Expressing emotions.
[ .:: Hobbies ::. ] Poetry, Glass-works, weaving, and origami.
[ .:: Has trouble with ::. ] Burying her emotions down to become a masquerading doll.
[ .:: Dream ::. ] To become a star.
[ .:: Past - Present - Future Summary ::. ]
Log - 152 - Last day of Orion's Pearl:
I have now returned to the Cauldron where my sister Guardian Cosmos has waited for me and return to my long duty of weaving. Yet, knowing that my descendant Serenity and nieces are gone, I feel empty. I wish to weave their stars when I see them, but it will be few and far between. Each of their souls thousands of years old, but yet each body blooms like a newborn.
The Cauldron is my eternity. Eternity -- a realm full or realities to be guarded, full of gates, lands, spaces, stars, planets... everything. But what about beyond this essence hood? What about beyond this eternity? What about beyond the Gray Plains that hold the sea of stars? What are past those mists that captivate me so. The ruins of a once lovely castle now a Cauldron of sparkling starry souls... this is truly the edge of eternity.
Where was I? Oh yes.
More memories of this will be recorded in the Orion Pearls and stored like always.
Of course I am jealous of my stars, they sparkle with delight before going to their shell of a body. Leaving me for day-years, upon day-years on end, until I have to stroke their threads apart and start anew. Though many do not understand my term of weaving, it is almost like glass making with woven strands. Hmmm... I wonder if they have a trade for that on other realms...
End of Entry.
[ .:: Appearance ::. ]
Though not of true flesh and blood, she has still sinned in heaven and blessed in hell.
Eves the color of starshine and gray morning clouds pierce whomever come into her realm, full of mithril shines and silver flickers. The color so bright and faded that it almost seems that her eye-sight is blind, but only a shimmer of her glorious gaze will tell someone otherwise. Around the iris of each eye is a dark circle of boarding gray, fading into a valley of never-ending bright silver. Almost like sprays of bright morning fog flooding a western coast line. In those depths speaks the universe, laughs the moon, and sighs the sun – poker faced devils never having no meaning as truth rings through one simple glance. A mote in her right eye brings a small flaw and humanity in to her being, dark gray in color that swims in the inner bright silver sanctuary of the iris. Fading into a lighter shade when she weaves and concentrates, but blooms into the smothering darkened gray when her face regains it’s emotionless expression. Her eyes hold a hard almond edge in shape, slightly wide and from a distance can give the illusion of innocence. Yet, in her presence one could see that the hardened lines around her eyes and the tense clench of her jaw as caution she stays alert outside of her comfort zone. Decorating the fluttering scales are long lashes with a soft curl to each hair, thick and as if it was kitten fur. When her eyes are open, the long strands curl upward to thin arched pale ivory/silver brows. As a natural look, her eyes are usually partly closed – giving her a sleepy look, dreamy look.
Locks the color of spring moonlight of mingling snow and silver tones fall down to her elbows in lazy waves and straight threads. Usually parted and plated into two odangos on either side of her head, with the rest of the hair falling around her neck. Not kept in the traditional pig-tails as the moon lineage does. Happy to keep a messy look and simple buns than anything fairly elegant. Thick and soft more than any moon thread could produce, if not in her royal garb or senshi form will keep the lovely locks tied back in a messy bun. Parted bangs reveal a creamy forehead and the eight-pointed silver star, glowing brightly on the brow. A symbol of the cosmos lineage, with a sparkle of moonlight mixing in the ancient blood lingering in her veins. The brow smoothing down to high-cheek bones, curved and elegant – accented to display a womanly charm to her ethereal nature.
Her complexion is not clear though, with a curved scar that run under the corner or her left ear, making the vivid beauty marred and scarred. Though not frightened to show the trace of imperfection and show that even the immortal can fall prey to sorrow. Sweet and small lips of alabaster cherry paint some color into this pale vision, though the violet flush makes her a creature of wonder because of her clear blood. The lips barely move and once an eternity ago, would speak caressing and siren like tones – now closed and vocals sealed for a millennium. No song bird would from her throat again, only making her an empty vessel of virtue and loneliness. If one is lucky, one could see the rare lilac flush that marks her cheeks to her swan like neck, a technique that happens when this creature is surprised. Lastly a petite nose and curled ears complete the figure, the nose tipped one side beaded with a silver stud. Ears decorated with hoops that chime with long bangles, filling the silence of space with the orchestra of a thousand different bells.
The swan neck dips down into a curved figure, light and shapely clad in a tight three layer choker bangle necklace, lines of tiny bells chorusing through the haze of stars around her. . Firm shoulders, strong arms, and a smooth collar leak down to a firm bosom valley but soft with perk mounds that are not as large as many other woman but holding a beauty of her own. Chimes from three layer tight bangles on her upper arms and wrists clear the silence from around her The under belly stands flat and toned, she has had a long life time to work her body into a well oiled machine. Hips flaring and molding to the long legs, sleeking down to the three layer tight bangled covered ankles. Silver rings gracing each five digit finger and five digit toe, almost like miniature chains that ‘cling’ whenever her foot falls onto the pavement. Each movement a song that does not sing and the toned muscles in her limbs creates the instruments that need to be played to create the story. Fingers and wrists strong from glass work and weaving, molding the glass stars and weaving the strands that breathes life into any of them. Like the fluidity of dancer, her body shows signs of stress and aged longing. The scars of walking through hellish fire marks her heels and under feet, crooked slightly. Hands rough and burned from the heated sunlight that must be woven into stardust, burning and calloused.
[ .:: Forms ::. ]
[ .:: Fuku ::. ]
“…unlock one glass door to see the haze behind it and showing the dreams that you wanted to either turn into real or throw back into the tar pit it was created from. Forever gone within temptation and cornflower skies. Touching that symbol again, it made her close those curled lashes.”
It was as if the universe had ******** her and spit her out, creating a flurry of bells and stars that would give any harem dancer a run for their money.
Because of her motherly feature to the stars – she carries the shepherd crook and the night sky is her flock, leading the tiny star-shines to a golden pasture that shines and warms their hearts.
A locket brooch in the shape of the a gold five pointed star rests in the valley of plump breasts, littered with stardust and glowing with faint brilliance of sun-threads. Ancient runes and worn textures embroider the core of the star well fading out into the edges with fine designs and curves. A mother of pearl perched in the middle like a silent child, shimmering and a ring of smaller golden pearls dancing around the dazzling stone. From each side of the transformation brooch are two delicate ivory wings, curved outward and layering in two different folds – with an upper design and a smaller design cradling the underline brooch. Flapping outward and lined with golden pearls, the feathers breathing with each inhale and exhale like small cherub sighs. Speaking of high heavens and flightless universes. The delicate wings acting as a ribboned front, giving her a higher standing in senshi power, and achieving the famed winged front. From the back of the brooch to around the underlining of the bosom is a metal lining and coming around to high-mid back. Layered in the came sparkling gold as the brooch, the empire-waist lifts the breasts for the rest of the almost translucent ivory fabric to fall around to mid-thigh. The very bottom of the metal lining chime with tiny bangle bells – silver in color and creating a universal melody for when the ancient senshi moves The folds of the dress mold downward in a two layer pose as the fabric sings around her shapely hips and curved bottom, making way for her long legs that extend for miles. Toned and quick, her imperfection still rings through with the scars that decorate her hands and feet.
A belt of thin silver hangs loosely around her waist, lined with tiny vials full of thread of shattered stars, bringing her work for where ever she goes. Weaving the strands of time at her fingertips and baring the mark of eternity. The senshi collar ivory in color with three strips of gold on either side and the thin material stops at the sleeveless ends of the dress fuku. The collar fanning back into a hood that ends in mid-back, usually her face will be hidden if she must go into battle, creating a shadowed effect as the pallid material blends into her face fairly well. The bangles tat seal around her neck, upper arms, wrists, and ankles make illusions of distant songs and sirens calling the monsters away from their prey. A foggy memory of the past that forges fate and weaves the lives of those around her, letting the chunks of fate crumble and hope rain in for a new hour. The only difference is her upper bangles have white gossamer cloth and feathers woven on the underside so it gives the dreamy look of ribbons around her arms. Fluttering along the same side as her dress fabric and making the clouds shimmer among her form. No shoes grace her feet since she can no longer feel pain on the underside of her heel nor gloves covered her scarred hands, better to show the word that she can be imperfect then to stand as a Mary-Sue.
Transformed, two small odangos grace her head with bands of golden pearls laced around the fine buns, like trails of thin yellow brick roads that weave into the pearl hair-clips worn by any of the moonline. Clasps of silver and gold accents bring out the lovely hues as they shimmer in her silver hair. Lastly is the eight-pointed white star that glows brightly and with power in between her parted bangs. A symbol that governs the sun and moon, among the children that lay beneath her feet.
[ .:: Empress ::. ]
Eyes of rainbows were portal into a new eternity, haunting with lost sighs and anguished contentment. The inner pallet that of a pale cherry blossom pink leading out the outer ring of every color a prism rainbow and fleeting to a fading royal dark violet to the inner iris, flashing with prismatic essence and serene masks. As if the night was alive, wind whispering alluring sonnets and the leeching moon shined down on her, did Aether’s hair spill across her neck and back like comets falling into orbit. Thick cords of silver with dyes of ivory and ebony mixed into the strands, thick and wavy about her heart-shaped face. Eyes speaking in tongues and golden dust spills over her lids like sandy dusk, letting it seem like morning and rain mix together to create the prism that serves as her orbs of sight. Acadia sweet desires within those two glowing orbs of winged spheres, well she cooed around to the celestial orbs around her brow. A crown of everlasting 12 blazing stars, sparkling and creating the empress crown that serves her. Each star holding the oldest story of the universe, even for her to never know.
Her bosom is naked, pale creamy skin flushed with faint patches of lavender to show the mingling translucent blood in her system. Long locks barely covering the top of each breast as the quiver under each movement she does. The right breast n****e pierced with a a small silver hoop and an even smaller diamond dangling from it. Twinkling as she moves like water and rain, almost mistaken for a star itself. The only clothing allowed to her is the sheer wrap that ties loosely around her waist, embossed with golden threaded designs and knotted to her left hip. The ends dangling down to her thighs and flutter about from an invisible wind. A small silver bangled hoop shimmers from her navel with a delicate silver chain running along her hip to the other side Her naked bosom is clear save her right pierced n****e, though covered this time with her long locks. With a silver bangle along with a hoop on her navel, with a silver chain that ran along her hips around to the other side. The bangles covering her neck, wrists, and ankles chime as a last monarch to show that this majestic being has been crowned.
[ .:: Empress Wings ::. ]
Even the devouring soft squeaking is heard as metal rods sprout from her back with glittering and harshly tattered clear angelic like feathers. Not the white and soft type one might think or the ebony and gleaming kind either. Just translucent, glossy, silkiness: twinkling as heaven would on high it seemed. Though the radiance was left marred by the nightmare rod at the top of her collar-bangle that seeped down to her upper back-spine as if implanted there. That and maybe it was the flashes of pain that reflected in her sea-morning mirror eyes that caused her to wince when feeling the rod press into her backbone.
[ .:: Personality ::. ]
Eikyuu is an emotionless b***h.
This is to the say for the most part, her only passion is tending to her stars. Weaving the stars in the cauldron’s edge and them planting them to bloom into star-seeds is the only overwhelming joy she has always had. It has been over nearly 5 millennium since she has any outside contact than Guardian Cosmos or the senshi that did invade her realm, though she did show little annoyance for this preferring that matters of fate played themselves out than involve her in it’s oily grasp. The few that have had contact with her would have her leave on a mark on, posed and graceful like any ruler – the ancient senshi has had a thousand lifetimes to learn the graces of many cultures. Given the lineage of the cosmos blood within her has sharpened her mind and expanded the mind scape to an encyclopedia of knowledge. Though with much she has been exposed to her in her earlier years, the ancient enjoys solitude now and the comforts of cold heaven. Keeping to the cauldron like a shepherd protecting a tiny lamb. The glittering display of life and death is her holy grail, she hold each star in her mind frame as a long lost legend. Blessed with the recording mind and to tell lost stories when no one else could remember them. With these memories comes the great unfortunate of carrying them, remembering in a split second why one star died and another one was reborn. What star killed another star and the sorrow or happiness that fills each one, it craved her like a knife. Pouring the images of battles, weddings, kingdoms falling, and the universe sobbing within her mind.
When you are young and fresh, the memories are overwhelming.
When you reach a mid-age for immortality, the memories start to numb against you.
When you old enough to be sing with the galaxies, the memories cause you to forget all emotion.
Thus, Eikyuu does not feel emotion. No love, nor hate, nor sorrow – masquerading with fake laughs and dry-less tears that would make any other living being not look any closer. She has perfected the art of acting and expressing oneself through watching and expressing others emotions but her own. She has read what the meaning of love it but hasn’t experienced it for an eternity. Because of this pain-staking experience, the ancient senshi is fairly blunt in her answers to people, and not holding back when any honest answer is to be spoken. Which many people have called her heartless for but she’s forgotten the art of sympathy. Thinking her answer over and giving the harsh edge of truth than the soft blunt of hope that many would except from the angelic look that she has, instead of a cold robotic celestial.+ Though some do find it refreshing because she does not hold back, but she does state the truth either it being very good or very bad. She use to be very optimistic in her younger days but having lost that innocence so young because of her duty. Placing love and adoration on the back-burner was something she had to because others were more important than her, she but a living cyborg compared the hundreds of trillions in any given galaxy at one time.
This brings out one things for her that makes her bloom like a tabooed flower – her patience is never ending. Because she does not feel anger or frustration, she will sit and listen to anyone or anything for hours, days, weeks on end. Infinitely taking in the surroundings around her and making notes, documenting everything with her mind and eyes. Though her tone and true honesty may make many weary, may could not deny that she could at least sit, listen to any being, and not judge who or what they are. Because she has experienced so much through anyone’s eyes. This maybe why the only time she could feel any spark of emotion is when she is tending to the cauldron and envisioning the worlds of others around her.
Lost in a dream and never truly knowing what reality was.
[ .:: Short History ::. ]
The Celestial Council has been at war for 100,000 years for the power that is the Balance. A vast energy source that flows equally for both good and evil.
Sailor Cosmos sacrificed herself in order for the balanced power to be sealed.
Aethereality is created as the vessel gate to this power.
Aethereality is trained in the ancient art of senshi hood and holds to the teachings of the cosmos senshi very dutifully.
Aetherality, along with her spirit sisters – Sailor Essence and Sailor Godling.
were given roles with the formation of the Galaxy Cauldron and planted the very first Star-Seeds.
Is named Keeper of the Galaxy Cauldron and learns the weaving of the stars.
Aethereality is forced to fight her sisters as they wish to be empress of cold heaven.
Aethereality defeats Essence and Godling and is named heir of Eternity, does not want it.
Goes on a spiritual journey before taking the throne and watching over the Cauldron.
Retires to the moon orbiting Earth and forms a small kingdom there.
Falls in love with the sun King Solarinth – has a girl child with him, names her Selene.
Solarinth leaves Aethereality for a betrothed marriage.
Aethereality heartbroken forges the Ginzushou from a shard of the Eternity crystal.
Names Selene her heir and gives her the Ginzushou as a protection device.
Aethreality returns to cold heaven and starts to take on her duties.
Aethereality heartbroken that she may not see her child again, seals away her emotions so that she will never have to deal with lose ever.
Returns to the Cauldron to push everything she has into weaving the stars.
Takes throne as Empress of Eternity.
[ .:: Celestial Objects ::. ]
[ .:: Compass Star/Eternity Crystal ::. ]
This is the Eternity Crystal, it is substance what Eikyuu is made out of -- Forged to be a device of power and raw liquid energy flowing through her veins, the ancient senshi has grown use to being a tool of power. The crystal is in the shape of a flowered starburst, clear and tingled with various colors of the rainbow. A smooth center and crystallized petals stretching out like star-beams, the tips gleam and shimmer like mother of pearl. In direct sunlight, it seems to give off a haze of pearl-light. Glossy and sheen, bore in the center of her star brooch. The delicate object is also the beating device for what the balanced being is – it is her heart. If the crystal were to break or be stolen, the ancient senshi would revert to her original form – a bright and brilliant star.
It is called the compass star because if one who is the pure heart or even devil has it in their possession, then it will glow with an ethereal shimmer and create a lighted path to whatever one desires. This makes it very sought after and very valuable, but most believing that such an object is either myth nor real.
[ .:: Shepherd Crook’s of the Way ::. ]
The crook is a long slender piece of silver wood that smells of ancient forests and wild flowers, shimmering with moonbeams. The crook is the ancient senshi’s device on leading the young stars to the cauldron so that they maybe born or older stars to die. Weaving new stories for them and taking the long path of Vardanyanis so that new lives may come to them, including lighting the way with the celestial lantern which is know as ‘the Way.’ The Crook is as tall as the senshi is with a rounded crook spilling at the top, letting an hourglass shaped lantern hook to the end – glowing vividly against the backdrop of the universe. The ancient senshi regales in the starry clusters for her children that play out in the universal fields, playing hide-seek in nebulas and singing to baby planets. Runes decorate in random spots of the crook, almost making it seem like the walking stick is older than the senshi with-holding it now.
May say that it was from ancients before the Gods, others think it was from the faded tree of time. Not even the ancient one knows from where this crook came from but was bestrode to her from cold heaven when she was completed in creation.
[ .:: The Way ::. ]
The Way is an hourglass lautren made of moon-glass and it dangles off the rounded Crook of the Shepherd Staff that Aethereality carries. Smooth and dazzling to any eye, the laturen shines like a miniature sun
[ .:: Unwoven Star Seed ::. ]
Many assume that when star-seeds are born, they just bloom from the heavenly garden and soar into the any galaxy to form a new being. But it takes a lot of weaving, caressing, guiding, and nutrition to bring about the lifespan of just one star-seed to grow. The ancient senshi tends to the celestial garden that she calls home, on the edge of the giant cauldron in the middle of space. Nurturing the small buds that begin to grow and blossom finally in that ethereal landscape – waterfalls from unknown water sources, wet-banks, and lush misty clouds create the garden that the senshi attends. Seeds appearing from no where as if an invisible gardener was attending to the lovely area. Once blossomed, the small seed goes to the senshi and there she weaves with her spindle the strings of life and colors for which fate whispers to her to weave.
Each star with have two balance threads, one for the element it will hold ( White – light , Red – Fire, etc. ) and a shade of delicate gray that will either blossom into snowy ivory or ebony black. The delicate gray determining if a seed will be either good or evil, letting either the forces of hope or chaos govern that growth. Fate will whisper into her ear the blessings for which she must weave, creating smaller gold or silver threads around the star seed. They shimmer like tiny fireflies, glistening gently. A dark star and light star will orbit the star once woven, connected together by the balanced threads.
The darker star, larger of the two, represents the body which houses the essence - Dream Mirrors, Heart Crystals, etc. If one of these elements is destroyed, the star will shrink until it will fade out, causing the being to be weakened or die. The light star represents the soul, this is the core of the essence - Star Seeds, etc. If the seed is damaged, great harm can come to the being. The balance strings keeps them tied so everything is within balance of the being. Anything else taken from them, can cause harm to the person. This is what Aethereality weaves, fixes, or destroys when the time comes. She does not weave out of her own judgment and pushes everything aside for what is shown and granted to her.
Once completed, a seal of pearly diamond is encased around each star. Created the completed seed so that it may fly back into the galaxy again to be born. Though some stars wish to remain with the ancient senshi for a small period of time, listening to her tales of old and mysterious poetry of long-lost love.
[ .:: Silver Spindle ::. ]
The spindle is a small silver object that Aethereality uses to weave balance strings, it is about the size of her palm, and she keeps it in her space-pocket. Forged out of pure stone from the Gray Plains, this device is very special to Aethereality since she uses it so often. Considering how old the device is, it still hasn’t shown any worn damage around it’s frame.
[ .:: Ancient Places ::. ]
[ .:: Eternity ::. ]
This is a gate in the center of the Cauldron, burning and blazing like a super nova as the lighted gateway changes form it seems like almost every second. This vast realm is nothing and everything, linking worlds upon worlds together. It is a door to any other dimension through existence and a very old and powerful device, guarded for countless of times. Many wars have been fought for it’s secrets and not many are know – but only a few selected few are allowed to bask or even travel through the celestial gates. None return as they enter onto into a different universe to be reborn and never to return, if one did it would be a major taboo. Because a star that has already reached it’s shine can not relive the same life twice – thus for a being to return and try to duplicate the life it had before cannot be done. It would cause the collapse of the whole universe.
The gate leads to a hallway of forever ending doors, each old structure leading to a new universe and new wonders for whatever being is to be blessed to make it this far. Long and gray in color, the ground seems like dirty water but trickles of faint reflections of the past make it almost seem like a mirror instead. Once a doorway is selected a being may not return unless a new Star-Seed is formed from then, even then the being must travel back to the mirrored Eternity gate in their new world and make it’s way back to the point of original. A journey that is long and a thousand years in the making.
Each life is different, each star a different shine, and each lesson a new meaning.
[ .:: Long Path of Vardanyanis ::. ]
When a being dies, this is the path to cold heaven they make. It is a long universal trail that leads them on a journey to the Cauldron. Much is not known about it until one dies.
[ .:: Henshi ::. ]
[ .:: Ethereal Blessed! Make-Up… ::. ]
The ancient senshi first holds her hand up into the air well shouting out “Ethereal Blessed!”, glistering starlight bursts onto her nails – making a sheen of clear nail polish appear. Then the scene fades to black with stars appearing slowly onto the screen and clear feathers rain down as the outline of Aethereality appears. Gleaming in ivory accents and gold tones, she stands tall – feet tip-toed, ankles crossed and legs straight upward until you reach the hips flaring slightly to the left, back arched as her head is tilted back and her hands cup the star-brooch above her. Arm stretched upward as if offering the starry object to heaven above as stars flash and twirl around her. She whispers, “Make-Up…” causing her to twirl around twice before bringing the brooch down to the center of her bosom in a deep hug.
From there golden and silver ribbons surround her upper/lower torso – flashing a moment later as her senshi dress appears. Twirling again as feathers curl around her bosom and lowering her arms, her star brooch against the winged center piece appear when she faces the scene again. Bending her right leg upward and holding her arms above her forehead, she crosses her wrists as feathers appear around her arms and ankles. Flashing before her bangles appear, throwing her wrists down and spinning gracefully as the bangles chime in a 1, 2, 3 motion. With that the choker bangles flash with a burst of stars on her neck and the pearl wings in her hair. Her eyes to slightly open – shimmer of clear gloss floating across her lips.
Once her body relaxes, Aethereality tips her head to the side, and closing her eyes again as a blinding light comes across her brow – causing her regal star symbol to appear. The hood of her collar flutters behind her as she reaches out and grasps the crook from time and space. As the stars dim down to fain twinkles, Aethereality falls back into a full body shot – legs together with the left foot in front of the right. Left hand grasping the crook while the other hand hides in her dress folds, eyes staring out emotionless and the star blazing on her brow. The background is the cauldron with a thousand different threads entwining together.
[ .:: Attacks ::. ]
[ .:: Good-Night/Sweet Dreams/Oyasumi Nasai ::. ]
A field of winter appears around Aethereality as she sits, kneeling on the cold icy ground. Her head is bowed and her hands clasp together in prayer. As twinkling stars flutter about her head, she raises up slightly, looks to the faded sun, and arches forward with her bended on her knees. Tilting her head back, she looks to the heavens and raises her right hand as if to cup the sky. She gently says, “Oyasumi” Letting the shimmer fall to the person for whomever she is taking the Star-Seed from and lets it appear in her cupped hand. She slowly raises her other hand and taps the pearly glass encasing the Star-Seed, whispering, “Nasai.” When the Star-Seed appears to her, Aethereality tears the balance threads away with her nails. Letting the threads unravel and shutter out of existence and the star disappears to take the Long Path of Vardanyanis. The youma or being will then cry out as the fade away into an imprinted ghostly image of where they were standing.
[ .:: Estë’s Lullaby ::. ]
The being who is having this attack directed too and Aethereality will appear on top of an aqua sea with a sky full of a thousand stars, the ancient senshi moving forward without causing any ripples as she embraces the youma/being and holding them close. Once she is holding them to her, Aethereality will float upwards ( or downwards ) to where their lips are – whispering as she closes in, “Estë’s…” molding her body to the being in a loving manner before her lips hover above their own. Star flashing against her brow as the stars go out in the night sky and darkness starts to engulf them. It is here that she whispers, “…Lullaby.” You do not see her kiss the being as darkness overtakes them both, but then cries of surprise and joy are heard as a flashing white light reveals only the being again – Aethereality gone. A glow filters around the dead being as a new unwoven star-heart appears, they collapse and Aethereality appears over them to weave the threads needed for the Star-Seed. Once the being hits the water, it causes hundreds of ripples to shot out from the unconscious being. Unintelligible whispers fill the air as the light wanes and it goes black again.
[ .:: Ethereality… ::. ]
– Destroys Eternity. God-mode attack. Nuff said.
[ .::Other Abilities ::. ]
Celestial Songs – Can hear when stars converse with one another, sounds like distant chimes or wordless songs.
Being for shaping the diamond seals for the woven Star-Seeds, Aethereality has a great deal of knowledge on how to mold glass.
No shadow, because she is not a whole being – Aethereality casts no shadow.
Is the Spirit Sister to many Godlings -- Chronus, Hades, and more.
Aunt to Sailor Pluto and Neptune.
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