Ethernial Van Hollis

Ethernial Van Hollis, like his name, is quite eccentric. A little bit below average for height with a child-like face to top off his body.  Ethernial has a number of freckles on his face which add to the portrait of innocence that he seems to radiant when someone looks at him. He has bright reddish orange hair that hangs from his head untidily, barely letting his emerald green eyes see anything. Ethernial wears rather simple clothing, whites or relatively bright colors, all very cheery, too cheery to be natural actually.

Ethernial was born before the Myreison War began, but when it arrived he was still a mere child. His family moved around constantly as the warfront shifted. He never was able to stay in one place very long, and thus was never really able to develop many friends, at least any that he heard from in the future…

One night the city they were staying in was the target of an attack. From beneath the ground, geysers of fire erupted from the unseen enemy and destroyed the area. Everything had become incinerated by the Myreison’s fire mine, however, by mere chance Ethernial survived the bloody firestorm. As he lay there bleeding and burned, he listened as the Myreison forces finished marching through, later to hear the human military forces enter the area. Soldiers found the young Ethernial laying among the charred debris, barely alive but still hanging onto existence.

With no remaining family left, Ethernial found that he would spend the rest of his childhood days travelling with the military and the brigade that found him. During this time he watched many young men and women travel into the frontlines to fight a losing war. Countless people were sent back missing limbs, bloodied and battered, countless more where just never to be seen again. Even at that young age, Ethernial wished he could’ve somehow saved the lost lives, they left behind families, children, like himself to fend for themselves. As he aged, Ethernial desired to end the war, he desperately wanted to save others from the fate he endured. Slowly, but surely Ethernial had become such a person that he desired only to help others, to save them, but at a great personal cost to himself, he sacrificed much of his own good for other people. Often he would devote time to doing tasks for other people, going far out of his way to do help those that asked, regardless of the task.

During the final years of the war, the human scientists made a monumental scientific breakthrough. They were able to replicate the basic Myreison creating process for humans. However, such a procedure was radical and wildly difficult to find volunteers for. But when Ethernial learned of the scientific advancement, he stepped forward in a heartbeat. It was the chance he was waiting for, a chance to really do something useful, and possibly help end the war. He hoped that maybe, he could save lives, be a real use and maybe change something in the world he lives in.

After a gruelling thirty-six hours in an operating room, it was over, he had nanotechnology and some Myreison material infused into his spinal cord and central nervous system, effectively mimicking the Myreison creation process. After the infusion Ethernial began to display increased mental abilities. He found that with a thought he could move objects, small things at first, but soon he found he could hurtle entire tanks across football fields if he so desired to. He could start seeing more things than any mere person could. Soon, Ethernial had become the human’s most famous secret weapon.

It wasn’t long before he was drafted into the war in hopes to turn the tide. However, due to Ethernial’s own beliefs, he did not feel comfortable with killing. However, he knew that in life to save someone meant not to save someone else. But to kill, even a Myreison did not sit well with him. He saw more about the world than he ever did, and he knew that each Myreison was still a person, with lives and families to tend with. As a soldier, one could not show sympathy in their deed, but Ethernial felt only remorse. As such, he did not want his face to be seen when out on the battlefield, and thus he adorned a mask. A simple opera mask, and with it, his name spread, not as Ethernial Van Hollis, but as The Crying Jester.

Countless hours on the field and many more lives taken at the hands of the Jester, the war finally came to an end. By the war’s end, Ethernial took note of how he appeared to stop aging, or at least, age very slowly. With no more war to fight, a new world order in place, things were changing dramatically. Ethernial left the military then and began to look for a place where he could try and settle down in. In all honesty, he desperately desired finding himself someone to spend the rest of his life with. But he found that wherever he went, he could help out the people just fine, but didn’t ever feel comfortable. He was a hybrid, he just didn’t really belong.

Eventually Ethernial found himself in the city of Lutenia. It was there that he met up with the other war hero, Sonaris. The two talked, conversing on simple things at first, then about life, purpose, philosophy and more. He found a place he could stay, and he even made a good friend. Although, Ethernial never really changed, to the rest of the world, he is still very cheerful, and always a person someone could ask for help, no matter how much of a sacrifice it was for him. But, the reality is that Ethernial is, and always has been quite lonely. He desperately wishes for a soul mate, someone that would take care of him instead of him taking care of the world. As much as he would like to find such a person, to the rest of the world, he appears as a man in a child’s body.