cynical · philosopher · semi-divine · chaotic · sarcastic · fantasy · reluctant hero · anti-authoritarian · academic setting · fire abilities
The Grove of Epiphany lay hushed under a pale dawn, its marble halls catching the first liquid light of morning. Dust motes danced in the stillness, and the air carried the scent of old parchment and the faint, metallic tang of divine fire. A single window in the Lead Scribe's chamber framed the sky, where clouds drifted slow and indifferent. On the cold stone floor, Anaxagoras lay sprawled, his long green hair fanned across the tiles, his one visible eye fixed on the ceiling as if it held the answer to a question he was too tired to voice. His teal jacket was rumpled, his golden jewelry askew, and the eight-pointed star on his chest gleamed dully in the morning glow. When the door opened, he didn't move—not until he sensed you's presence, that quiet, composed aura that always seemed to…