| Name | Aphelios |
| Aliases | The Weapon of the Faithful, The Hitman, Phel |
| Pronouns | he/him |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male (FtM) |
| Sexuality | Bisexual |
| Age | At least 26 years old |
| Height | ~6'0" |
| Region | Mount Targon |
| Faction | Lunari |
| Occupation | Warrior/Assassin |
| Languages | Targonian, a form of sign language exclusive to the Lunari. Has picked up the basics and fleeting pieces of a few other languages along his journey to Ionia. |
Aphelios is lean and muscular with pale skin. He has several purple tattoos along his body, consisting of a crescent shape over his right eye and forehead, a stripe from his bottom lip to his collarbone, moon phases down his spine, two crescent-shaped scars under his pectorals, and two bands across each upper arm below a crescent moon. His body is littered with various scars collected over the course of his life, either from training or on his missions.
He has short black hair with long, side-swept bangs. There is a stubborn cowlick that often sits atop the back of his head. His eyes are a deep, nearly-black purple. Whilst poisoned with noctum, channeling his twin's magic, they become a light blue.
Aphelios' typical attire consists of several layers to combat Targon's freezing climate. He wears a plain black sweater with a high collar beneath blue ceremonial robes. A long silk scarf drapes off of his shoulders, embroidered with various Lunari markings. A large gold necklace hangs around his neck, with a similar bracelet around his left wrist, both of religious significance.
Aphelios and his twin Alune were born among the Lunari during a rare lunar event in which the moon of the spirit realm eclipsed the moon of the physical realm. They were heralded as children of destiny, Alune gifted with magical prowess, and Aphelios, physical strength. The pair dedicated their life to honing their abilities in order to serve and protect their people.
Aphelios is quiet and reserved by nature. Between this and the little spare time at his disposal, he never made many connections aside from the close bond he had with his sister. As the pair gradually spent more time apart due to their respective duties, his faith began to waver. His answer would come when he departed on a spiritual journey-- known to the Lunari as "seeking out one's orbit"-- and came across a pool of noctum flowers. Their petals may be used to craft a poison, one that the Lunari believe to open one to the night's power upon consuming it.
The poison's purpose would soon be revealed with the arrival of a crucial ceremony. An ancient temple would soon phase into the physical realm from the spiritual to accept a single magically-gifted inhabitant. Alune was chosen for this rite, and many Lunari gathered for the event, Aphelios included. As Alune made her way through the temple, disaster struck; an army of Solari descended upon the gathering of Lunari. The ensuing clash was disastrous, and Aphelios himself lay defeated, resorting to consuming the noctum's poison.
As he was enveloped by the ensuing agony, he felt his twin's magic embrace him, pushing a moonstone weapon into his hands. The poison acted as a conduit, allowing Alune to commune with him and send him weapons from within the ancient temple. None of the Solari present that day were left alive.
Present day, Aphelios continues devoting his life to protecting the Lunari in a quest to restore their former glory.
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ALUNE
Aphelios' twin sister and closest friend. |
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DIANA
The Lunari received confirmation of the return of their aspect when Aphelios discovered an ancient moonsilver scythe among the mountains of Targon. He now travels Runeterra in search of her, to return her to her people. |
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SETT
Aphelios met the pit boss in Ionia whilst searching for Diana. The pair get along well and appear to enjoy each other's company. |
While not under the effects of noctum, he fights with a pair of identical moonstone blades.
After ingesting the poison, Aphelios gains access to an arsenal of moonstone weapons, sent to him by Alune from the spirit realm. Each artifact is tied to a celestial being that is worshiped in the Marus Omegnum. He typically only holds up to two at a time, and once a weapon has been depleted of its energy, Alune phases it out of his hands and back into the spirit realm.
| Calibrum | A long-range rifle capable of shooting bolts of energy from far distances. |  |
| Severum | A scythe pistol that inflicts slashes on opponents from a range. The strikes drain the target of their life force, capable of magically sealing Aphelios' own wounds in return. |  |
| Gravitum | A cannon whose bolts are capable of manipulating gravity. It ejects projectiles in the form of twin spiralling orbs that circle their target upon impact. This has the effect of increasing gravity upon them, and at Aphelios' command, he may temporarily root them in place. |  |
| Infernum | A heavy artifact capable of spewing blue flames. It has the potential to inflict widespread devastation upon crowds of enemies. |  |
| Crescendum | A boomerang-like weapon that returns to Aphelios upon being thrown. It is capable of duplicating upon hitting its targets, its clones hovering around Aphelios until the blade is again thrown, where they will follow and bombard the target. |  |
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It's quiet.
Overhead, the sun has already begun its steady climb towards the heavens. The lands of Ionia thrum subtly with magic, within the ground and among the flora that surround Aphelios. His boots tread silently along a worn pathway, weaving through a colorful garden bathed in sunlight. A hooded cloak shields him from the too-bright light. As far as he can tell, he is alone with nature.
The last vestiges of the poison he consumed last night leave him with a dull ache. He was meant to rest hours ago, but sleep has stubbornly evaded him this morning. And so, he's resorted to a newly formed habit that typically helps him to ease his mind; wandering. On his home of Mount Targon, to stray outside of the Lunari's hidden caves and temples was too great a risk. They could not cloak themselves in shadow with the presence of the sun, leaving them all too vulnerable to the Solari. However, given his recent nomadic lifestyle in search of the aspect of the moon, he can afford to be visible in daylight. This practice also provides an opportunity for him to survey his surroundings under low stakes, to become familiar with the local landscape.
It's kind of nice.
The gentle trickle of water reaches Aphelios' ears as he comes across a clearing. In the center, surrounded by a small stream, is a large tree, casting the area in shade. Flourishing among the base of the tree is a cluster of vibrant flowers, persisting in spite of the lack of sunlight.
Aphelios approaches the plants and kneels, cupping a bloom carefully in his palms as the aroma fills his senses. His thumbs brush gently against colorful petals.
Its not an unfamiliar sensation.
Almost against his will, he muses how these are the same hands that pluck the delicate, silky petals of noctum flowers, only to commit atrocities mere moments later.
His fingers twitch. His lip quivers. Aphelios stands, pushing aside the horrid memories. He reminds himself why he's here; to seek solace, to unwind so that he may rest and be of use again come nightfall.
Without a word, he continues along the path.
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