Clothing: Black/red top & long loincloth/skirt
Coloring: Green skin, grey wing interior, brown hair.
first remembered the smell of wax burning within the high walls of the
cathedral. From my perch I could see the entirety of the
church. Below my talons sat the old, the lost, and the desperate
silently praying to a higher power the humans called Our Father in
Heaven. Whoever he was he had many children. For day and
night the humans came and asked for guidance. To this day I've
still yet to understand humans. I protect them along with my clan
but their ways are not gargoyle ways. Several centuries my clan
lay in quiet at this simple church in central Europe. The outside
influence of the modern world crept into the establishment little by
little. Electricity, plumping, and as Father Jacobs once
mentioned, "The glorious heaven sent miracle of central heating".
Father Jacobs and his fellow priests pray for the people that pass
through their doors. No prejudice, spite, or indifference falls
into the Father's visage. Like his title states he is a father to
those searching for hope. I remember his mentor Father Augustus
allowing me to sit in a pew after hours to hear him pray. Many of
the cloth might see a Gargoyle as a demon or monster spawn, but the
priests knew differently. Coined "angels of mercy" my clan
resided on the outcroppings and spires of the grand cathedral. Of
course, the same priest who gave us our patron mantle also named us.
For all the years spent in the cathedral my clan had yet to receive
names. When the time arose for the twelve of us to inherit
namesakes a certain excitement permeated the clan. Father Eli
dubbed us in favor of the "blessed book" as he called it. My name
"Lunna" came from poor spelling on Eli's part and his love of the
moon. It stuck with me every since. The clan stumbled over
the concept of names until routine and practice won out. Sadly
Father Eli passed away from cancer before knowing the good his naming
would do. Not long after the loss of Father Eli news spread
informing the world Gargoyles existed.
The first reaction from Father Jacobs was one of concern. Since
the humble beginnings of the church, the priests found that my
ancestral clan of gargoyles staked the church's property as their
territory. These gargoyles acted in half hostility, half
curiosity towards the church's founders. It's the driven nature
of my species to become protective of our territory. Our domain
is ours alone. Through persistence and persuasion the priests
gradually won my people over. Fast forward to contemporary times
where my clan lives under the priests' protection; the priests under
Young gargoyle minds are easily swayed when new and wondrous ideals
unfold. Such mentality held true to me and my rookery
siblings. Within the first year of Gargoyles brought to public
attention the younger rookery siblings knew this was our time.
Curious gargoyles asked permission wanting to seek the "Manhattan"
Clan. The fathers persisted in trying to keep us at the
cathedral. With much discussion and argument the clan leader
agreed but only five could leave for New York. Yours truly became
a lucky member to that entourage.
You must know my clan lived in a small city located in central Europe
where the cathedral was founded. Even after all this time I
cannot fathom the name of the church or the location. From my
rookery siblings I learned it was in either Germany or Belgium...I
cannot say for certain. We arrived in New York with the help of
the Xanatos Corporation. Arrival in New York at night was a most
thrilling experience. My heart raced faster than if I was gliding
across the skies back home. A smile etched into my face. A
new life and new possibilities lay stretched out before me and my clan.
Ieji - The Road Home
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