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* CHARMONYS.
And with my last breath, I'll join the weak... in reaching my hands toward the sky. On the Planet of Festivities, whatever identities I once had, they no longer matter. It's not the Gods who answer us, but ourselves from the future.
# a semi-selective, headcanon based roleplay blog for sunday, of honkai: star rail. established jan. 2025. adored and brainrotted over by avalon. please read rules carefully. mutuals only. minors do NOT interact.
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There's always a paradise that needs to be built. That vow is like the sun in the sky — perhaps I'll melt and fall before reaching it ... But some hardships I must endure.
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sunday.
#guidebook.
avalon | twenty nine | est | they / them
first.
i make it a point to tag all potentially triggering content "( trigger ) tw." if i miss something, please don't hesitate to tell me. on my end, i would appreciate it if you tagged animal abuse, animal death and mentions of dementia. i'm not squeamish about anything else otherwise.i do like to format my posts a bit for fun, however i would never prioritize aesthetic over my partner's comfort. if you would like me to tone it down or drop the formatting entirely, i have absolutely no problem doing so! and please feel free to format your own posts however you wish.
second.
i do not get duplicate anxiety in any capacity whatsoever; i think it's so much fun to meet people haunted by the same brand of brainrot, and there is a one hundred percent chance i want to be your friend and chat your ear off about this sad bird. if you're interested, definitely come plot with me; the interactions could be really fascinating!that being said, i know not everyone is comfortable with duplicates; i make it a point to check before following. you're welcome to follow first, and i'll assume that means you're fine with it. otherwise, i'll give you your space!
third.
i'm not especially selective about who i choose to follow. original characters, multimuse blogs and crossovers are all warmly welcomed here. if i follow you, i will usually wait a week, then unfollow if you are active on the dash and have not followed back. no pressure; i'd just prefer to be mutuals only. i return follows quickly, as soon as i've had a chance to read your rules.
fourth.
please do NOT interact if: you are a minor. you write or ship incest / bestiality / rape. you sexualize underage characters. you are homophobic / aphobic / transphobic / racist / etc. anything that falls under standard dni criteria.i don't block without a clear reason; if softblocked, you're welcome to ask me if you think tumblr has made a mistake. if you block me, i will block and blacklist your url for personal comfort. i am not mad at you; i'm reenforcing a boundary.
fifth.
i'm generally pretty open to shipping, provided there's proper chemistry ic and communication ooc! i strongly prefer writing slow burn and building up a dynamic as opposed to jumping directly into a ship. given the choice, i would rather be ship exclusive, though i'm open to discussion!
credit.
carrd. paletterph.
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dividers. aedearly.
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dash icon. reidiantdawn.unless stated otherwise, everything else is made by myself.
precious connections.
#character study.
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Falling is just another name for flying. That's why I rejoice at my broken wings. Step into the mortal world to see how it truly is. Then, be born as a human and die as one.
full name eden hesperia sunday oak sunday
years old twenty eight.
birthday january 8th.
gender nonbinary.
pronouns any. prefers masculine titles, honorifics, etc.
orientation demiromantic. asexual. (masculine / masculine presenting lean.)
species halovian. (formerly.) partially ascended to aeonhood; the process was halted prior to completion like a caterpillar torn from its cocoon. a nascent god, albeit one disconnected from his own divinity. ("living as a mortal.")
path / element harmony / imaginary.
affiliation penacony. (formerly.) the family. (formerly.) astral express.

The dream of the Order has dissipated, yet there are still those who will not give up on their original intent.
#* *personality.
in many regards, sunday is the very picture of a perfect gentleman. intelligent, composed, dignified — never a word spoken without careful consideration, nor so much as a wrinkle marring his attire. a politician's facade, meticulously engineered to make him as universally palatable as possible, yet one grafted so tightly to his skin that it oft becomes a struggle to separate it from what lies beneath. (he must uphold his principles, even when it pains him to do so.) make no mistake — his opinions towards others aren't universally charitable, though he's usually awfully good at keeping them to himself. (with some notable exceptions.) his kindness oft carries an edge of unintentional condescension and spontaneity is his antithesis; he does not act without considering the situation carefully, nor is he able to view his past failings without ruminating on each detail to a maddening extent.yet much like how an eggshell might protect a baby bird, sunday's pleasant and perfectionist exterior acts as a shield for his tender heart. though he is strong, and that strength has led to the belief that he is able to shoulder more burdens than ordinary people, he feels their pain as if it is his own. (steel hiding silk.) his altruism is genuine; sunday is a people pleaser, to such a deep and self-martyring degree that he would be the one to willingly set himself ablaze for others to feel warmth. (metaphorically and concerningly literally.)he cries, though the tears are never for his own suffering.

The traveler whose wings were clipped... whereto shall his footsteps lead?
height 5'7"
build slim; a hair's breadth from bony. long, elegant legs. proud shoulders. slender fingers.
hair blue-gray; desaturates towards the tips like the plumage of a bird. each strand is comprised of a vane and barbs, resembling actual feathers — though they are formed by the same alpha-keratin found in human hair.
eyes long eyelashes. central heterochromia; blue around the pupil. the majority of his irises are honey gold.
misc pierced ears. two piercings in left wing. scratches from forearm to fingertip. top surgery scars.
scent bergamot. cedarwood.
#* *summary.
"you always talk about locking the bird in the cage, but you're the one who's trapped."a question, if you will. assume for a moment that there is a 30% chance the life you are born into will be a truly fortuitous one. you want for nothing; your endeavors always bear fruit — your wildest dreams are never beyond your grasp, for you have the power to usher them into reality. let's assign this existence a value of 10/10. conversely, envision you are a member of the much larger statistic. as one of the 70% that populate this world, your existence is not blessed by the same good fortune and opportunities. the dreams and aspirations you hold in your heart burn no less brightly — and yet, through circumstances entirely beyond your control, you lack the means to fulfill them. your daily life is a struggle; fighting to keep your head above the water whilst others carelessly use you as a stepping stone — pushing you further and further beneath the waves. let's assign this existence a value of 3/10. do you understand? wonderful.now, please imagine you have the ability to elevate all existences to a universal value of 10/10. not a single soul will ever need to experience strife or suffering; they will be able to live, indefinitely, in a state of blissful happiness. we often place animals in controlled environments suited to their individual needs — is doing the same to a human being truly such an abhorrent crime? no... on the contrary, would it not be an act of abject cruelty to deny them this sweet paradise?i eagerly await your answer."... try not to be too hard on yourself. There will always be people who are sad."
liberated from the shadow of young dove's demise, your soul will take flight ...
powers and abilities.
telepathy it is said halovians have an innate ability to read minds — however, that isn't entirely accurate. emotions are a melody, one layer of the symphony that comprises life itself. when in close proximity, sunday can "hear" the emotions of the people around him — though rather than peering directly into their thoughts, this ability manifests in the form of a song. anger, fear, happiness; each has a drastically different tune. he can tell what people are feeling, though not the reason.halovians are capable of sharing their "songs" with one another via transmitting them through their halos as a very rudimentary form of telepathy.manipulation the power of harmony comes with many innate benefits. should he choose to, sunday can manipulate others — both in mind and what they believe they see with their own eyes. he can inject thoughts and fabricated memories into their heads, quell turbulent emotions and conceal himself behind powerful illusions. (among other things.) these abilities are considerably less effective on those consciously aware he is using them; it's difficult for sunday to influence someone already on their guard.though it's not necessary, adding an auditory component increases the potency of this power significantly. (i.e. asking "do you know me?" to someone whose memory he intends to influence.)lie detection when employed properly, the ability to tell truth from lie can be quite powerful indeed, though it is not without equivalent stipulations. casting one beneath the light of the harmony requires sunday to recite the appropriate hymn, though (notably) he does not need the other party's consent to invoke THEIR radiance. this ability lasts for approximately two minutes.empowerment calling upon the echoes of faded dreams that follow him so faithfully, sunday can enhance and empower his allies. temporarily banishing fatigue, pain, doubt and all other worldly burdens — enabling those enveloped in the melody to fight at their very best, in some cases even surpassing their presumed limits. though unlikely, any damage inflicted upon the echoes will instead be redirected to sunday himself.
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#verses.
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Failure is always the best teacher. To save more lives, you must first understand what they live for and what they die for. The best way to achieve this is through personal experience.
default.
eyes to the stars. Every reunion is also a new encounter. Hello, I am "Sunday," a humble passenger. untagged.
the default verse for all interactions; follows the canon storyline, with minor (headcanon based) divergences depending on personal taste. once a major player in the machinations entangling the planet of festivities, sunday has boarded the astral express. now traveling the stars on a long (and enlightening) journey, he still holds the dream of paradise close to his heart.
wonweek.
i truly dislike you. Remind me... Why do I have to make this trip with you again? a glimpse inside your velvet bones.
similar to the default verse, this follows the canon storyline — up to a certain point. (with necessary divergences for interactions taking place after his tuning.) can be used in duplicate interactions, though it isn't strictly necessary.
twoweek.
memoria is thicker than water. carry me from these walls, brother of mine. untagged.
a twin au with nohymn. ( also guest starring: ddddancer. ) eden is thirteen years old. his collarbones ache beneath the weight of so many responsibilities piling upon his shoulders and he misses his sister so deeply, it feels as though his heart is an open wound. eden is thirteen years old, and he is so lonely — until that loneliness fractures in two. he has a brother now. he created a memetic entity. a brother. no one else can know, of course — but that's fine. they can both be "sunday," and with someone else to help carry the burden, a world where everyone can be happy feels more attainable than ever.
my best regards, as always ...