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harmoniousconsecrationOOC Information
Name/handle: Ajax
Discord contact: transfaggot
Other contact: bloodbornekart
Pronouns: He/him
Permissions link: Here.
Other characters played: Childe
Do you have a reserve for this character?: No.
IC Information
Canon: Honkai: Star Rail.
Character: Sunday
Canon point: 2.1 / 2.2 (Memories will clear up over time.)
Canon intensity:
Teen and up. The game tends to be a little silly and lighthearted, not always taking itself too seriously, but often sobers up when it covers darker and deeper topics. This specific neck of the story takes place in Space Vegas, is inspired by the Jazz Age, and focuses heavily on murder, discussions of death, slavery, suicide, genocide, cults, fantasy racism, and religious grooming.
World information:
Honkai: Star Rail is a turn-based space fantasy gacha game. In it, there are many planets to visit, many of which have been ravaged, or touched in some way, by a mega-corporation focused solely on profits. There is also a relative focus on Aeons, godlike beings that lay at the end of specific Paths that any given person may walk. These Paths tend to represent specific ideals, moreso than an actual journey one undertakes with a set destination. Sometimes these Aeons gaze upon a certain person, when their ideals align, granting them some degree of favour. It is also possible for a normal person to Ascend into Aeonhood, but the requirements of this are not well defined, and likely very personal and situational. Pathstriders often have elemental powers, sometimes granted by an Aeon's favor, but usually not. Those that are especially close to their Aeon, and enact their will through power given to them, are called Emanators. Emanators tend to be fairly dangerous people in their own right, and because they act in the interest of a godlike being, they may also choose not to adhere to the morals that most characters might.
There are various factions within the universe, most, if not all, following a specific Path. Some of these factions even follow the same Aeon as another, but interpret THEM in a different way. While the Aeons themselves and the concepts THEY embody tend to lean neutral, the factions tend to have their own agendas.
Character biofacts: Sunday is an adult halovian man, looking somewhere around his mid-late twenties. His eyes are golden, and his pupils a deep purple. He has grey hair, and small wings, set behind his ears at the base of his neck. The left wing has two piercings through it, as do his ears. A halo rests just above and behind his head, constantly emitting various frequencies. He also has a pair of darker wings at his waist, folded around him under his outer layers. The flight feathers on the right wing are clipped, giving his wings the appearance of a shirt, or a vest, underneath his coat. If his gloves were to be removed, his fingers would have short nails from compulsive chewing.
About the character:
As a child, Sunday lived with his mother and sister in the Halovian homeland within the Asdana system. When he and his sibling were still young, a Stellaron descended onto their homeland, destroying it and killing their mother. She had died protecting them, absorbed into the Memory Zone. When the disaster had been mostly contained, the pair of siblings had been found by The Family, who had accepted any and all survivors into their fold under Harmony. This loss of control, and the severe toll this traumatic event took on Sunday, began to manifest in specific ways. He developed compulsive behaviours that seemed to only worsen over time. The trauma made him deeply fearful of a similar event happening. Of losing his sister, his only family. He has a strong desire for control, be it over himself, or others, as a result of feeling chronically helpless.
While under the Family's wing, Robin showed great potential. They both did, of course, but for very different reasons. Gopher Wood, disembodied, took the pair under his wing personally, believing that the two of them held the key to Penacony's future. He adopted them as his own children. Their reactions to finding a lost, injured Charmony Dove would be the true catalyst, that set the siblings onto separate, yet adjacent paths. Robin and Sunday had initially agreed that they wished it to be free, but upon finding that Sunday's opinion could sway, when their opinions were questioned, held up to the light, their caretaker made the decision to take him under wing.
Their teachings involved the interpretation of Xipe's will, and the manipulation of Harmony itself into song, with Robin especially being favoured by the Iris Family before her eventual flight. While Sunday did learn of Harmony, in Robin's absence, he was bestowed the knowledge and the faith to chase Order, above all. Sunday's private lessons twisted, focusing on reading the discordant notes within Harmony's song, and finding meaning within them for himself, as well as those within the Oak Family that chose to lay their faith in a different Aeon. His instruction was harsher, more gruelling. Gopher Wood was not as gentle to him as he was to Robin, though the threat remained, of him turning his attentions to Robin instead, if Sunday failed. Sunday was to be perfect, flawless, without stain and without doubt. He could not falter. He would copy lines of scripture for hours, he would receive punishment for acting on his compulsive behaviours, and was often sent to pray and beg forgiveness for extended periods of time after expressing doubt in his Master's teachings.
His education and indoctrination hinged on the fact that Sunday himself felt weak, and powerless. It taught him that he required a stronger, firmer, more loving hand to guide him in all things, someone that he could, and would, place absolute faith in. That the strong had a duty to protect and guide the weak, like himself, and that he had no reason to question or doubt their decisions. All of his education revolved around the fact that the dove had been caged, too weak to fly on its own, and that Sunday just so happened to see himself within that fledgling.
Never mind how it found itself conveniently within that garden, despite not being native to the area.
It became a ritual every year, to clip the wings at Sunday's waist. Sunday often hid his wings under a jacket, or a coat, rarely unfurling them. It established a mental connection, between Sunday and that caged little dove. Sunday had been ordered to never speak of these meetings to Robin. There were many such events between he and his Master, quiet, private affairs. Punishments behind closed doors, that ended in a pierced wing, blood drawn. All of it as Sunday was ordered to read out his scriptures, and pray. There was no Harmony without Order, and no Order achieved without Harmony. The scripture would flow as freely from him as his own blood. A lamb that needed only to be led, a sacrifice limp under the knife, a host that desired only to be filled with purpose.
He was eventually given the rank of Bronze Melodia, wherein he listened to guest's confessions on behalf of the Family, on behalf of Xipe, and offered them a road to forgiveness within THEIR eyes. It was an emotionally taxing, upsetting position to be put into, and he was often thankful for the screen between he and his confessors, as his face often betrayed his own personal thoughts and prejudices. Every day, he bit back his shock and horror, as people asked him for forgive their transgressions against their family, their loved ones. Cheating spouses. Children sold into slavery. Liars. Sinners, all of them. As much as their confessions made his stomach turn, Sunday often found hope, reassurance, knowing that one day, the Dream would be perfect. That no one would ever have to choose to do any of these horrible things to anyone around them. They would have a Dream, to safely explore these tendencies. No one had to get hurt. No one had to suffer. His dream of Order kept him moving forward, even as he trembled, acted on his compulsions in private, away from guests and confessors, terrified of faltering from his Path in that same way.
He believed in the goodness of people, that those who were weak and easily swayed, like himself, solely needed another to guide them. He did what he could, as a Bronze Melodia, but he could not force anything upon his confessors. And oftentimes, the same ones would return, having made that same mistake again. Or worse. This proved to Sunday that humanity was inherently flawed at its core, and that when given the power, would ultimately continue to choose to hurt themselves and those they loved. That people needed to be lead with a firmer hand, needed a space to enact their sins without causing harm.
When Robin and he became adults, Robin listened to what she believed her calling: spreading Harmony and faith to people who struggled, who needed it. She became an intergalactic star, creating music and lending her aid to those in other worlds. Sunday himself, often chose to stay within the dream, and rose through the ranks of the Oak Family, under the their father, Dreammaster's wing. When she left, they had set that little dove free. It fluttered its wings and hopped around outside of Robin's window for days. But when the dove finally tried to fly, days later, it crashed to its death, as he'd always feared. Sunday chose not to tell Robin about it, even when she asked, afraid that perhaps it was an omen for her ventures outside of Penacony.
Sunday had always been fairly curious and empathetic towards other people, often defaulting to what made the people he loves happy, rather than finding his own happiness. This was a habit that continued on as he aged, focusing his attentions onto Robin's dream of a paradise. His own fears and need for control eventually warped this idea into a perfect world forever safe from misery and suffering. What truly set him upon this path, was an event that happened after Robin had left on a tour of a war-torn world. He'd asked her not to go, but had laid faith in her safety. Had believed Xipe would smile upon her as THEY always had, would keep her safe.
Harmony was not enough. Robin had been shot in the neck on a foreign planet, alone. Sunday's fear of the world, of reality itself, only increased, even as he packed his bags to leave as soon as he could. To take care of her, to see her. To bring her home. The Dreammaster used this event as a means to only sink his claws in deeper. Order was the only way: Robin would not have left him, had he simply created that paradise for her. She would never have to put herself in danger. She would never be far.
Robin healed well, at the very least. But the fear gnawed at Sunday's heart. In the Dreammaster's eyes, the young man was well and truly his, now. Some time later, Sunday was made the Head of the Oak Family, and while he had the other Heads to answer to, the Dreammaster was the only one he had to obey directly. Incidents began to arise, of Memory Zone memes attacking people, even killing people within the Dreamscape. Sunday took it upon himself to look into the situation, attempting to find a link between those that had been attacked.
Ultimately, there was no true link. This lead him to believe there may be a traitor in the Family's midst, and he kept a record of likely suspects. His efforts doubled on the advent of the Charmony Festival, which was set to be the culmination of his lifelong work, and the Dreammaster's careful grooming. Robin had been found dead in the Dream, with the IPC delegate Aventurine being the only true witness. Sunday questioned the man after enacting Harmony's consecration upon him, asking that THEY punish Aventurine if he were to lie. And lie Aventurine did. After the questioning, and believing that he had exposed the delegate for the deception he had committed under THEIR gaze, Sunday, in a sadistic bid for control, saw it fit to force Aventurine to either find out who the traitor was, or become part of the Family himself.
Sunday eventually narrowed his list of suspects into two candidates: an elusive Hound that no one knew, but seemed to recognize immediately upon seeing him, and Gopher Wood, the Dreammaster himself, his own father. Sunday took his chances with the Hound, rather than turning on the man that raised him, and wound up meeting the meme up close and personal. This is where the clarity of his memories ends.
Everything that happened in the hours leading up to the Charmony Festival, outside of its true purpose, have not yet come back to him in a form that he can understand. He knows something terrible has happened, or is about to happen, but his grasp of that seems to vary. At the soft centre of this mystery, there is a sort of guilt, a quiet fear he can't force himself to speak.
For many years, Sunday has existed in the shadow of his sister. As the puppet of his father. A lamb raised only for its own slaughter. His desires have always been at the behest of others, he has existed to please and uplift those he loves. Now he must discover what he truly wants.
Abilities:
- "Tuning", which involves using his halo to transmit his own emotions, or to get a gauge of how another person is feeling. He can also use it to incapacitate others, or influence their choices, if absolutely necessary. (PLAYER PERMITTING. Only to be used to further a plot after being agreed on beforehand.)
- Due to his near-ascension, he has lost favour from his Aeon, and is unable to ask THEM to curse others for disobeying the rules outlined through Consecration. He doesn't know this.
Noteworthy items:
A bloody notebook, with lines of perfect hand-written scripture. There is an autographed trading card bookmark within it, of his sister Robin.
Mixed gender room ok?: Yes
Player content notes/squicks: N/A
Anything else: N/A
Voice samples: 1 2 3 4
Name/handle: Ajax
Discord contact: transfaggot
Other contact: bloodbornekart
Pronouns: He/him
Permissions link: Here.
Other characters played: Childe
Do you have a reserve for this character?: No.
IC Information
Canon: Honkai: Star Rail.
Character: Sunday
Canon point: 2.1 / 2.2 (Memories will clear up over time.)
Canon intensity:
Teen and up. The game tends to be a little silly and lighthearted, not always taking itself too seriously, but often sobers up when it covers darker and deeper topics. This specific neck of the story takes place in Space Vegas, is inspired by the Jazz Age, and focuses heavily on murder, discussions of death, slavery, suicide, genocide, cults, fantasy racism, and religious grooming.
World information:
Honkai: Star Rail is a turn-based space fantasy gacha game. In it, there are many planets to visit, many of which have been ravaged, or touched in some way, by a mega-corporation focused solely on profits. There is also a relative focus on Aeons, godlike beings that lay at the end of specific Paths that any given person may walk. These Paths tend to represent specific ideals, moreso than an actual journey one undertakes with a set destination. Sometimes these Aeons gaze upon a certain person, when their ideals align, granting them some degree of favour. It is also possible for a normal person to Ascend into Aeonhood, but the requirements of this are not well defined, and likely very personal and situational. Pathstriders often have elemental powers, sometimes granted by an Aeon's favor, but usually not. Those that are especially close to their Aeon, and enact their will through power given to them, are called Emanators. Emanators tend to be fairly dangerous people in their own right, and because they act in the interest of a godlike being, they may also choose not to adhere to the morals that most characters might.
There are various factions within the universe, most, if not all, following a specific Path. Some of these factions even follow the same Aeon as another, but interpret THEM in a different way. While the Aeons themselves and the concepts THEY embody tend to lean neutral, the factions tend to have their own agendas.
Character biofacts: Sunday is an adult halovian man, looking somewhere around his mid-late twenties. His eyes are golden, and his pupils a deep purple. He has grey hair, and small wings, set behind his ears at the base of his neck. The left wing has two piercings through it, as do his ears. A halo rests just above and behind his head, constantly emitting various frequencies. He also has a pair of darker wings at his waist, folded around him under his outer layers. The flight feathers on the right wing are clipped, giving his wings the appearance of a shirt, or a vest, underneath his coat. If his gloves were to be removed, his fingers would have short nails from compulsive chewing.
About the character:
As a child, Sunday lived with his mother and sister in the Halovian homeland within the Asdana system. When he and his sibling were still young, a Stellaron descended onto their homeland, destroying it and killing their mother. She had died protecting them, absorbed into the Memory Zone. When the disaster had been mostly contained, the pair of siblings had been found by The Family, who had accepted any and all survivors into their fold under Harmony. This loss of control, and the severe toll this traumatic event took on Sunday, began to manifest in specific ways. He developed compulsive behaviours that seemed to only worsen over time. The trauma made him deeply fearful of a similar event happening. Of losing his sister, his only family. He has a strong desire for control, be it over himself, or others, as a result of feeling chronically helpless.
While under the Family's wing, Robin showed great potential. They both did, of course, but for very different reasons. Gopher Wood, disembodied, took the pair under his wing personally, believing that the two of them held the key to Penacony's future. He adopted them as his own children. Their reactions to finding a lost, injured Charmony Dove would be the true catalyst, that set the siblings onto separate, yet adjacent paths. Robin and Sunday had initially agreed that they wished it to be free, but upon finding that Sunday's opinion could sway, when their opinions were questioned, held up to the light, their caretaker made the decision to take him under wing.
Their teachings involved the interpretation of Xipe's will, and the manipulation of Harmony itself into song, with Robin especially being favoured by the Iris Family before her eventual flight. While Sunday did learn of Harmony, in Robin's absence, he was bestowed the knowledge and the faith to chase Order, above all. Sunday's private lessons twisted, focusing on reading the discordant notes within Harmony's song, and finding meaning within them for himself, as well as those within the Oak Family that chose to lay their faith in a different Aeon. His instruction was harsher, more gruelling. Gopher Wood was not as gentle to him as he was to Robin, though the threat remained, of him turning his attentions to Robin instead, if Sunday failed. Sunday was to be perfect, flawless, without stain and without doubt. He could not falter. He would copy lines of scripture for hours, he would receive punishment for acting on his compulsive behaviours, and was often sent to pray and beg forgiveness for extended periods of time after expressing doubt in his Master's teachings.
His education and indoctrination hinged on the fact that Sunday himself felt weak, and powerless. It taught him that he required a stronger, firmer, more loving hand to guide him in all things, someone that he could, and would, place absolute faith in. That the strong had a duty to protect and guide the weak, like himself, and that he had no reason to question or doubt their decisions. All of his education revolved around the fact that the dove had been caged, too weak to fly on its own, and that Sunday just so happened to see himself within that fledgling.
Never mind how it found itself conveniently within that garden, despite not being native to the area.
It became a ritual every year, to clip the wings at Sunday's waist. Sunday often hid his wings under a jacket, or a coat, rarely unfurling them. It established a mental connection, between Sunday and that caged little dove. Sunday had been ordered to never speak of these meetings to Robin. There were many such events between he and his Master, quiet, private affairs. Punishments behind closed doors, that ended in a pierced wing, blood drawn. All of it as Sunday was ordered to read out his scriptures, and pray. There was no Harmony without Order, and no Order achieved without Harmony. The scripture would flow as freely from him as his own blood. A lamb that needed only to be led, a sacrifice limp under the knife, a host that desired only to be filled with purpose.
He was eventually given the rank of Bronze Melodia, wherein he listened to guest's confessions on behalf of the Family, on behalf of Xipe, and offered them a road to forgiveness within THEIR eyes. It was an emotionally taxing, upsetting position to be put into, and he was often thankful for the screen between he and his confessors, as his face often betrayed his own personal thoughts and prejudices. Every day, he bit back his shock and horror, as people asked him for forgive their transgressions against their family, their loved ones. Cheating spouses. Children sold into slavery. Liars. Sinners, all of them. As much as their confessions made his stomach turn, Sunday often found hope, reassurance, knowing that one day, the Dream would be perfect. That no one would ever have to choose to do any of these horrible things to anyone around them. They would have a Dream, to safely explore these tendencies. No one had to get hurt. No one had to suffer. His dream of Order kept him moving forward, even as he trembled, acted on his compulsions in private, away from guests and confessors, terrified of faltering from his Path in that same way.
He believed in the goodness of people, that those who were weak and easily swayed, like himself, solely needed another to guide them. He did what he could, as a Bronze Melodia, but he could not force anything upon his confessors. And oftentimes, the same ones would return, having made that same mistake again. Or worse. This proved to Sunday that humanity was inherently flawed at its core, and that when given the power, would ultimately continue to choose to hurt themselves and those they loved. That people needed to be lead with a firmer hand, needed a space to enact their sins without causing harm.
When Robin and he became adults, Robin listened to what she believed her calling: spreading Harmony and faith to people who struggled, who needed it. She became an intergalactic star, creating music and lending her aid to those in other worlds. Sunday himself, often chose to stay within the dream, and rose through the ranks of the Oak Family, under the their father, Dreammaster's wing. When she left, they had set that little dove free. It fluttered its wings and hopped around outside of Robin's window for days. But when the dove finally tried to fly, days later, it crashed to its death, as he'd always feared. Sunday chose not to tell Robin about it, even when she asked, afraid that perhaps it was an omen for her ventures outside of Penacony.
Sunday had always been fairly curious and empathetic towards other people, often defaulting to what made the people he loves happy, rather than finding his own happiness. This was a habit that continued on as he aged, focusing his attentions onto Robin's dream of a paradise. His own fears and need for control eventually warped this idea into a perfect world forever safe from misery and suffering. What truly set him upon this path, was an event that happened after Robin had left on a tour of a war-torn world. He'd asked her not to go, but had laid faith in her safety. Had believed Xipe would smile upon her as THEY always had, would keep her safe.
Harmony was not enough. Robin had been shot in the neck on a foreign planet, alone. Sunday's fear of the world, of reality itself, only increased, even as he packed his bags to leave as soon as he could. To take care of her, to see her. To bring her home. The Dreammaster used this event as a means to only sink his claws in deeper. Order was the only way: Robin would not have left him, had he simply created that paradise for her. She would never have to put herself in danger. She would never be far.
Robin healed well, at the very least. But the fear gnawed at Sunday's heart. In the Dreammaster's eyes, the young man was well and truly his, now. Some time later, Sunday was made the Head of the Oak Family, and while he had the other Heads to answer to, the Dreammaster was the only one he had to obey directly. Incidents began to arise, of Memory Zone memes attacking people, even killing people within the Dreamscape. Sunday took it upon himself to look into the situation, attempting to find a link between those that had been attacked.
Ultimately, there was no true link. This lead him to believe there may be a traitor in the Family's midst, and he kept a record of likely suspects. His efforts doubled on the advent of the Charmony Festival, which was set to be the culmination of his lifelong work, and the Dreammaster's careful grooming. Robin had been found dead in the Dream, with the IPC delegate Aventurine being the only true witness. Sunday questioned the man after enacting Harmony's consecration upon him, asking that THEY punish Aventurine if he were to lie. And lie Aventurine did. After the questioning, and believing that he had exposed the delegate for the deception he had committed under THEIR gaze, Sunday, in a sadistic bid for control, saw it fit to force Aventurine to either find out who the traitor was, or become part of the Family himself.
Sunday eventually narrowed his list of suspects into two candidates: an elusive Hound that no one knew, but seemed to recognize immediately upon seeing him, and Gopher Wood, the Dreammaster himself, his own father. Sunday took his chances with the Hound, rather than turning on the man that raised him, and wound up meeting the meme up close and personal. This is where the clarity of his memories ends.
Everything that happened in the hours leading up to the Charmony Festival, outside of its true purpose, have not yet come back to him in a form that he can understand. He knows something terrible has happened, or is about to happen, but his grasp of that seems to vary. At the soft centre of this mystery, there is a sort of guilt, a quiet fear he can't force himself to speak.
For many years, Sunday has existed in the shadow of his sister. As the puppet of his father. A lamb raised only for its own slaughter. His desires have always been at the behest of others, he has existed to please and uplift those he loves. Now he must discover what he truly wants.
Abilities:
- "Tuning", which involves using his halo to transmit his own emotions, or to get a gauge of how another person is feeling. He can also use it to incapacitate others, or influence their choices, if absolutely necessary. (PLAYER PERMITTING. Only to be used to further a plot after being agreed on beforehand.)
- Due to his near-ascension, he has lost favour from his Aeon, and is unable to ask THEM to curse others for disobeying the rules outlined through Consecration. He doesn't know this.
Noteworthy items:
A bloody notebook, with lines of perfect hand-written scripture. There is an autographed trading card bookmark within it, of his sister Robin.
Mixed gender room ok?: Yes
Player content notes/squicks: N/A
Anything else: N/A
Voice samples: 1 2 3 4
