✧*̥˚ find me in the wilds amongst the trees *̥˚✧
✧Avalon✧
Ava, Av, Avs, Starshine
discord: adrestea

Personal Info
Age: ancient being, appears ~mid 20’s
Height: 5’2”
Hair Color: bright red
Eye Color: green with flecks of blues and gold
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Species: fae/primordial; the personification of life
Abilities/Strengths: healing magic, creation magic, stealth, illusions
Morality/Alignment: chaotic neutral

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Yahweh. The source of all torment and despair in the world. The new world’s God. A slippery snake that would do anything to hold his throne. Before Yahweh recreated the world into his image the Earth thrived. Magic was rampant and as free flowing as water. Deities walked among their subjects interacting with their disciples and coexisting peacefully. Then one of them got too greedy, and wanted a blessing from each of the ruling bodies. It took years of conniving and many trials to receive each gift, but when he was done Yahweh was just as powerful as any of the deities. He worked in the shadows creating an army of creatures capable of overthrowing the old gods. All he had to do was weaken them enough that they couldn’t stop him when he remade the world.

Remade the world he did. He kept a small group of his most trusted disciples alive, using his newfound gifts to shape them into something new. They shed their horns and loyalties and in turn their wings turned white, a symbol of purity and power. A lie to keep them on Yahweh’s ideal path. Their memories were erased and new identities were implanted into their minds. A fraction of Yahweh’s power was imbued into them, making them more powerful than their uncorrupted counterparts. Yahweh then began to lay waste to the world, slaughtering anyone who refused to convert themselves willingly to his cause. The people of the old Earth were still loyal to the old Gods, refusing to let a newcomer change them into something they weren’t. Their defiance would ultimately get them slaughtered in cold blood.

When Yahweh was done laying waste to the world and it was nothing but ash and destruction, that was when he began to make the world anew. He locked away the remaining Gods so they would never see the light of day again. To the primordials responsible for the laws of the universe he cursed to a cycle of reincarnation, hoping to cripple the cycle so they would never see their true power again. He created new ecosystems out of the smoke filled air and repressed magic deep down into the earth, locking it away so his new creations wouldn’t be able to access it. Then he began to create the first humans, Adam and Eve, telling them that the world was called Eden. It took a few tries until he was satisfied, every previous attempt at creating the new superior life form would send him into a fit of rage, their likeness to him and to what he was born as setting him off. It wasn’t until he shed the wings and horns off of his creations, rounded their ears, changed their irises to be one solid color, and took away their fangs and claws that he was finally satisfied. Enough like him that he could call them in his image, but enough different that they would always be considered inferior. He told Adam and Eve that his name was God and he was the one and only, thus creating the new religion of Christianity and all of the events that would follow up until now.

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Avalon was born centuries ago when angels and demons roamed the earth, using the ground as their playground to fight for control. Her blissfully ignorant childhood ended one day with the arrival of Gabriel, the messenger archangel, who was determined to take every magically imbued child with him. For her devoutly Christian parents, it was an easy choice to hand over their child to serve a greater divine purpose. A fitting punishment for what they considered a child of the devil. Gabriel’s compensation surely didn’t make things any harder for her parents. Money and the idea of their bloodline being purified by serving God’s religious higher agenda? How could they refuse?

Growing up in Heaven wasn’t terrible at first. As a child, learning magic was fun and the angels were good at making it seem like a game. As the years went on it became more about survival than fun and games. The more useful you were the more likely you were going to be kept alive and not turned into a living bomb. Both the angels and the demons had figured out that you could use humans as a very destructive, very effective bomb. Most humans couldn’t handle the strain that magic puts on your body, even if they’re born with a natural talent. To use this to their advantage, the archangels pumped their stolen children full of magic until they could barely hold it inside, then dumped them onto battlefields, using the resulting cataclysm to destroy their enemies in well-planned strikes. Eventually, the demons caught on and used the same tactics Heaven created against them. The resulting power struggle in the war only made everything that much more deadly.

Survival as a human meant being better than everyone else, stronger, more controlled, and having the ability to follow orders mindlessly. Ava was determined to survive, so she let the angels perform their horrific experiments on her body, figuring if she was going to die one way or another, why not try to extend her life in the process. She remembers feeling nothing one second and feeling like she was on fire the next, hushed voices and silence. Feeling alive, vibrant and full. Feeling empty, nothing, hollow, the room being too bright and too dark, suspended between being alive and being dead. When she came to, everything was the same as it was before. She looked the same, and she felt the same, aside from the slight stinging on the back of her neck that she chalked up to laying in one position too long. She could feel magic running through her blood, but the angels prepared her for that. They couldn’t afford to make mistakes, so Ava went to work serving the holy agenda with one goal in mind, to survive. She serves the angels loyally and without question. Always taking orders, never worrying about her life or safety, it was by their grace that she lived. If she died, she would die, as the universe had planned.

It wasn’t until she was thrown onto a battlefield, the seal on her body broken by someone up above in an attempt to overload her system with magic to use her as a bomb, that she began to question her life up to this point. She felt the energy inside her pooling and growing ever more prominent. It was hot and covered her body, seeping into her skin until she knew nothing but the deep burning sensation of whatever was happening to her. She woke up years later, her body feeling strange and her neck burning for the second time in her life. One of the women attending to her body explained that she found Ava near her encampment, unconscious and barely breathing, and brought Ava to her sisters to help her facilitate healing. The older woman advised that Ava was in witch's territory, neutral ground, and that she would be safe for as long as she wished to stay. Ava, indebted to the older woman, decided to stay and help out the coven of witches, growing to treat them as the first family she’s ever known.

Over the years, she learned about all types of magic and the history of the world. She falls in love with learning about the old gods and creation. How God himself was once a human, had a human name, how he was gifted talents from the old ones, and how his resulting arrogance led him to slaughter them and take over, making the world anew in his image. She learned about the primordials, their functions, and reincarnation cycles, and how no matter how many times the world is remade, they remain constant. She felt herself searching for the missing part of her. A thing that would make her feel alive, something she hasn’t felt since a child.