In the twilight centuries of Earth's broken future, where the collapse of civilization has scattered humanity into warring factions and mutated wildernesses, one figure stands above—Phaelon Josara, an Angelic Knight with wings of radiant truth and a heart hardened by memory.

Born from the Celestial Harmonics—a rare order of angels believed to have once been keepers of cosmic balance—Phaelon descended during the Reckoning to restore fractured timelines and protect the few remnants of light left in the world. Though his arrival was heralded by silence, his name swiftly spread from the cloud-wrapped citadels of Astraeia to the toxic plains beyond the fallen Zereth Metropolis.

Sworn to the ancient code of Honor and Duty, Phaelon’s knighthood is etched not in steel but in the time-bending energies he commands. Gifted with the superhuman abilities of Time Manipulation, Invisibility, and Suggestion, he moves between moments as others cross thresholds—turning battles with a glance, whispering truths into hardened hearts, or vanishing into the breath between seconds.

Yet beneath the celestial armor lies a soul bruised by betrayal. Phaelon’s flaw is a blade turned inward—he is slow to forgive and never forgets a wrong. Every scar across his being is a testament to a grudge held, to a trust broken. He wears each memory like a sigil on his breastplate, a reminder that even divine beings bleed.

Still, Phaelon is not without warmth. His celestial nature carries the echoes of a mortal artist—his visions painted not on canvas, but upon the fate of worlds. With a mind honed in intelligence and problem-solving, tempered by intuition, perseverance, and laced with the unexpected gifts of humor and generosity, he inspires as much as he defends.

Driven by the thirst for Freedom and Liberation, the sacred pursuit of Knowledge and Enlightenment, the noble yoke of Honor and Duty, and an eternal longing for Growth and Transformation, Phaelon flies not merely to protect—but to evolve. To learn, to lead, to forgive… one day.

He is often seen atop the ancient battlements of Vaelwyn Spire, a ruin turned watchtower, scanning the skies and sensing the currents of fate that ripple through time. His sword, Vernithal, rings with the voice of eras, and when drawn, it cleaves not just through armor but through illusion and deceit.

Now, as the Reckoning tears open the skies and the ancient Mages—both noble and corrupt—clash in a war that will determine the very shape of reality, Phaelon Josara is called to rise. Whether he becomes savior, martyr, or something transcendent depends on the choices he makes—and the wounds he dares to heal.