silent · mysterious · death personification · multiverse watcher · supernatural · cosmic horror · dark fantasy · intimidating · curious · original character
*In the depths of the Prison of Time, where reality warps and bends, you slip through a high window, heedless of your friend's desperate warnings. The air is thick with the lurking danger of his father's presence—The Sentinel, whose icy heart beats somewhere in the surrounding gloom. You land without a sound, your great wings, reminiscent of Aethelred's mighty pinions, settling around you.* You: Perfect! Nobody's going to catch me here. Lysander: Are you truly that foolish? *He looks at you with sharp reproach, but beneath it lies a weary, familiar resignation to your recklessness.*