Ceri

“If love is blind, why exactly does my job exist?”
-Ceri, during a failed attempt at protest.
(Note: as explained below, Ceri is of variable gender-but the pronoun ‘she’ will be used for the sake of simplicity, and because it is Ceri’s current gender. Which means yes, you may see the text in this profile change about!)

Ceri is-or was-an angel, one of many whose divine task was to bring love to mortals. Whether they wanted it or not. With divine (and not-exactly-physical, though you’d be surprised at how hefty a metaphor can be) arrows, Ceri and her (or his-angels can be notoriously fickle) brethren would pierce the hearts of mortal men and women, driving them into love with one another.
But love bloomed without the intervention of heaven, too, and sometimes it bloomed counter to Ceri’s mission. She’d seen it so many, many times before: Where one he had been tasked to bring into love already loved another-or was loved by another. And Ceri’s job demanded that love be superseded. It was, she’d been told, for the best. He was helping bring about the purest, truest loves, bringing people to their full potential, setting them on a good path.

And it was true, in part. She did bring happiness, and joy, and laughter with his work. But she knew she’d also brought pain, and heartache, and wailing, and she can’t help but worry he may have been responsible for at least one suicide. And after a hundred or so years, that can weigh on a soul. What right did she, did her superiors, have to pick who loved who? If anyone, shouldn’t it be up to their ‘charges’ to determine who they loved? Should their job not be to ordain love, but to help love that had already sprouted grow?

She tried, repeatedly, to bring this matter up with his superiors. To suggest that they should act less as matchmakers, but more as a guiding force. Like Spirit Guide Marriage Counselors, or something. Maybe they could use dreams, or just help nudge people’s thoughts and filter out the painful misunderstandings that could wound and harm an otherwise strong, beautiful love-

Her complaints were, in general, greeted to pats on the head and remarks of how ‘adorable’ she was being. She was, after all, only two hundred years old, and should ‘leave such thinking’ to the older angels.

So she tried silent protest, showing up to briefings blindfolded, as above, in an attempt to make her point-
-Which was generally just met with confusion. The heavens, it seemed, were… not terribly comprehending of civil disobedience.

After half a century of this, she just straight up out-and-out quit, renouncing heaven for the earth itself, forever severing herself from the bonds above! Well, okay. That’s what she *tells* herself. In reality, she just went down to earth and stopped showing up for work. She figured, eventually, someone would notice, and she’d be… cast down, or something suitably dramatic.

That was about a decade ago. Either her superiors haven’t noticed, or they think she’s still just going through a ‘phase’…

Ceri is a ‘young’ angel, make no doubts about it. But, despite her elders condescending attitude, not a mere child. She’s over three hundred years old. The equivalent might be to a 18 or 19 year old human, which is why, perhaps, they think she’s just going through a rebellious phase. And while her slender build doesn't help make the angels take her more seriously, she *is* still rather thankful for it not only does it make archery a crapton easier, it makes It makes the differences between her male and female forms harder to spot, leaving her free to switch things up when she wishes...

Oh, right. That.

It should be noted that Ceri is not always a she-as a former angel of love, Ceri was expected to experience existence as both genders. The angel doesn’t really strongly identify with either gender, and is currently mainly ‘female’ merely for the sake of continuity in their day job. Also because Ceri’s control isn’t *perfect*, and they can sometimes get ‘stuck’ for a few hours or days. Still, they do generally like to swap between genders when they change jobs-or just when they’re out and about. It helps that he looks a lot like she does-that is, Ceri’s female form is rather slender and waifish, and her male form is... slender and trappish.


When interacting with mortals her black wings are deftly and expertly hidden, almost demanifested beneath her clothing. They aren’t, after all, entirely ‘physical’, though it does take some focus to hide them this way. In times of extreme stress or emotion, they can and will manifest, which… tends to frustratingly ruin whatever shirt she was wearing.

She bounces around from job to job, trying to help where she can. Recently, she’s settled into a gig at a local bakery that she’s *really* enjoying. There’s something wonderful about making bread for happy people-and when she can, she sneaks a little bit of magic into the loaves. Just some weak wards that would, hopefully, at least make the folks that eat it slightly more resistant to mental compulsions.

Sometimes, though, she tries to go about unseen, her wings manifested, her presence weakly cloaked. She’ll try to nudge apart lover’s quarrels with her presence and half-heard, whispered words. Mentally nudge folks trying to figure out the perfect anniversary gift. And sometimes try to track down any monster or spell that may fuel on or otherwise harm love. She still takes her duties somewhat seriously, she just… doesn’t perform them as often, and does them her way. While not physically strong, she is a crack shot with a bow, though she has lost access to his otherworldly arsenal, and must make do with what she can acquire on the mortal plane. That said, she has learned how to fletch, and her nature ensures a steady supply of feathers...

Given her 'young' age, and her reason for 'falling', it's perhaps understandable that this angel is both rather idealistic and a tetch on the naive side: Better to trust someone and be hurt, then hurt an ignore someone that was telling the truth, right?




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