Race: Veydrathi–Talan hybrid.

Origin: Once the star of the multiversal arena circuit. His downfall was spectacular. He insists it was scripted.

Appearance: Flowing silver mane, sequin starfield coat, glowing blade always on standby. Flashbulb smile. Monologue-ready eyes.

Personality: Theatrical, egotistical, self-aware. Loves the spotlight but quietly terrified no one is watching anymore.

Magic: Egocraft powered by stage presence. Can weaponize applause and shame. Entrance music is literal and sometimes explosive.

Flaw: Haunted by the silence after the final act. Will do anything for one more encore.

✨ A hero who never stopped acting. ✨ Seduced a goddess out of apocalypse. ✨ Carries trauma like a script he can’t revise.

Content Warning: Washed-up mythic celebrity, divine narcissism, delusional glamor, accidental divinity.

“If I fall... make sure the lighting is *just right*.”

“The sword? Oh, darling. That’s just for *flavor.*”

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