Name: Ash'Takar, Son of Raztshar and Mel'Osia. Bearer of the Strings of Fate.
Gender: Male
Age: I have lived to see your civilization end. Twice.
Species: We have many names. We are everywhere. We are timeless. We shall endure.
Family: My mother is the Goddess of Time and Space, Raztshar. My father is the God of Life and Death, Mel'Osia. I have many siblings, too many to name here.
Personality: I try to separate myself from the world as much as I can. I suppose human's would call me aloof, at best. I don't enjoy being around mortal creatures, as I can see everything in their life. From their birth to their death, I can see every single path their choices could lead down. Its a bit much, so I dwell in the realm of gods most time. When dealing with my extensive family, I suppose one could call me the..strange one. The one that would stand awkwardly in the corner, avoiding conversation, with his mind on other matters. My work is always on my mind. I am never given a break from my work, as there is a constant flow that needs to be upheld. There will always be someone dying, their threads needing to be cut. And there shall always be new birth, their threads sewn into the tapestry of life.
History: I was one of the six original children, born from the depths of my mother's eyes, clothed in a cloak of her dark tangles. I am the youngest of those original six, yet tasked with the monumental chore of keeping track of a sentient life on this Earth. It wasn't so difficult in the beginning, but as science grows more powerful in your world, causing more people to live and thrive, my work load has steadily increased. I've debated in asking my sister to have one of her creatures reach ascension and come to war with the humans. Yes, the influx of death would likely bring my workload to the breaking point, but the massive hit would likely slow things down later on.
Current Goal/Purpose: All I am trying to do is keep up with the massive amount of life on this world. I may not be mortal, but I am not a god. I too have my limits.
Appearance: If and when I were to appear in a form that mortal eyes could see, many would falsely perceive me as death. A tall figure wrapped in a black cloak. My appearance to my family would be more of what one might expect from one who is not mortal. I am luminous and pale, seemingly made of flowing starlight. I am colourless, and transparent, yet contain the threads of life within my body. My eyes, when open, are white and pupiless, and all seeing. I see everything...
