Khaylon Cerion

Here I Stand At Heaven's gates... Watching

Creature of Light, Celestine, Guardian, Messager.... Angel. All these things run through your mind when you look at Kaydion. For the light in his ice-blue eyes are filled with an unspoken power that has no name nor logic. It beams from a face unmarred and perfect in its form; framed by long hair of moonlight white that shines like molten platinum. Strong is his frame; long since molded by hands unseen into a picture of model perfection. His clothes is a suit of black and silver that fit him just-so. The soft flowing material could have been sworn as silk, yet somehow you know its tougher to tear than steel. Contrasting his clothes as day does night, the great angelic wings rise up about him a blinding white. So pure in his power they fairly glow with it. Occasionally the white feathers would tint into a myriad of glittering colors ... visual mark of Kaydion's mood.

The beginning of Kaydion's tale is like that of any immortal, with the God that created them. Treyvan, elven God of warriors and of the arcane arts, molded his chosen from pure light and energy into the form of an angel. Gifted with intelligence beyond understanding and given the base nature of a Guardian, Kaydion awoke to his new life some 24,000 plus years ago.

In the manner of immortals, Kaydion learned with incredible speed; later taking his place as the head of the Celestine Council and he called to gather all the beings of light and thus he presided of matters of the heavens that the Pantheon did not. For Kaydion was Treyvan's living Avatar, a being that could hold within his body the essence of a God and it was his eternal beauty that the faithful would see, shining with Treyvan's light in his eyes and wings, whenever the deity saw fit to visit.

Thus it went on for thousands of years, and to an immortal that is merely nothing. But Kaydion grew to watching the affairs of the mortals below him, curious as to their deeds and doings; feeling for the Children, the elves, as any Guardian Angel would. This often distracted him from his duties and he would find himself stressed and filled with unbidden emotions. To ease this burden, Treyvan again dipped into the flames of power but this time to create a servant to his son. Crystal, a living harp who's empathic ability was a salve to Kaydion's frazzled nerves, was thus created. She soon became the best friend he ever had and she never left his side. But still through it all, Kaydion was fascinated with the mortal world. Finally Treyvan, with a smile and a blessing, sent his Avatar to the earth below to be an observer to all things.

So it was that Kaydion came to Viridis, but in his haste to get here he forgot to change and remained in his immortal form. Needless to say this winged vision caused quite a stir amongst the people he met. For the longest time he sat and watched; finding to his surprise that they seemed to respond more when they thought he didn't know anything! So he smiled and played the innocent, living up the niavte that a five-year-old wouldn't have. Since he needed a place to stay, he created a similar copy of his true home, Tiphanis, near Viridis and called it Sky City for it floated within a dome on the clouds. Later his cousin Llassar came to check on him and enjoyed it so much that he stayed. Later still, as friendships developed, Kaydion found an elven child of truly pure soul and named him his adoptive son. Valier later became an immortal Celestine.

So it is that Kaydion, Valier, Llassar, and Crystal <> lives there still; as well as all of good heart that find its entrance. There in the city above the clouds, Kaydion stands ever at its golden gates. Watching...