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I guess I will get this show started! (not that I really know how, lol. And forgive any typos, I am le tired).

The concept with this character, and the challenge I am currently facing in my writing, is portraying a world and humanity that is yet to fall. As you can imagine, the true scope of that reality is beyond my capability to display, but that unobtainably bittersweet goal as been worth every once of effort I have so far given it, so here goes…

 
<p style=”text-align: center;”>Character Description:</p>
At just over six feet tall and medium build, the man’s stature neither eclipses nor is eclipsed by most of his fellow man. His light brown skin shows a life that is pleasantly acquainted with the sun, and not either the pallor of deprivation or the harsh treatment that comes with a daily relationship. A bushy beard reaches halfway down his chest, its thick, earthen luster undiminished by even a single hair of white. While the few wrinkles he bears upon his face can not place him above forty, his midnight-blue eyes carry the weight of uncountable years behind them. He listens more than he speaks, but when he does, it is often with methodical precision.
Silken robes of royal blue clad his frame. A pattern of thin expanding black hexagonal spirals decorate these robes while a black sash crosses his waist and another forms the wrap adorning his head. These satin black cloths, along with the silk spirals, are interlaced with fine silver threading nearly invisible to the naked eye until they catch the light and glitter like so many distant stars. Pinned to the front of his small turban is bronze clasp depicting a winged chimera with its three heads being that of a serpent, lion, and man. A total of nine rings burden his hands. One is a simple gold wedding band. Another, a large bronze signet ring depicting the same chimera that stands upon his brow. The other seven are each composed of four interwoven golden strands but each are capstoned with a different gem.

Glenesh looked about confused. This is not what he expected from the spell. Crisp highland air refreshed his nose, wafting with the fragrance of the tall pines surrounding him. The environment itself immediately denoted the location as being somewhere among the Tawa or Bythigal nations, except for the enormous masoned stone structure not a hundred feet in front of him and the eerie feeling of wrongness that pervaded this place.
He took in the environment for a minute more, solidifying and confirming his impressions. While mid-day, there was a luster missing from the light and an uncanny length to the shadows; while surrounded by pleasant smells, it seemed somehow flat or artificial; and the sound… there was no sound of life.
Reaching out with magic, he grasped for whatever enchantment was at play here, and his eyes grew wide: he found nothing. He blinked and reached out again, going as far as his senses and discipline could take him… nothing. He knew he was far outside of the Kaliruhm, somewhere beyond the borders of the Atenaptran nation, and his power and authority would diminish outside of it, but what he felt was impossible. He had been to the most distant lands, to the most barren wastes farthest from any leyline, and he knew what that distance felt like. But there were no veins of the Worldblood here. There was no Worldblood at all.
This world was dead.

It had been been ages since anything had surprised him, and he had never been shocked like this. He took this moment to look back at the Sire, and has he did the Sire’s Spirit  effortlessly pierced the haze of this world – that sensation itself being another unusual thing about this place. His physicality manifested next to Glenesh, radiating warmth. This form was one He often took, bearing similar features with the person to whom He was speaking, but otherwise unremarkable in objective description save for the sheer magnanimity of His presence.

He smiled at Glenesh, meeting his eyes and the fear beneath them. “Why are you afraid?”

“This world is dead.” He paused, mulling over the feelings. “I have seen death in the beasts but not in the world, nor have I seen shadows stretch so far against the light.”

“Do the shadows conceal me now? Do they stand against me or skulk beyond my vision?”

Glenesh’s heart took a moment to sense his surroundings anew. He could, strangely, see the greyness about him with greater clarity than before. He could still smell the dull lifelessness in the air, though now it was exposed for what it was. Yet it was nothing in the Sire’s presence, and while he could still see, smell and hear the lack of life, he no longer tasted it. He stood apart from it. “No…”

“Then you have no need to be afraid of the shadows you see, for there are none to me.” His smile widened “I am withholding myself from this place, for if it were to see me in my fullness, it would be stricken clean; as all places like this will one day be. But my plans for this place are not yet done, and no shadow can frustrate my design.”

A quizzical expression alighted on Glenesh’s face “Then why am I here?”

“To practice looking into the light when shadows abound. To grow through adventure and learn from that which you do not yet understand. To be nurtured further into all the potential I have laid before you. To practice staying with me.” He reached out, clasping Glenesh’s shoulder with an inviting grin, “ready?”

Keeping eye contact, Glenesh returned the grin. “Ready.”

And they walked inside…