Cloud

ABOUT: Many, many eons ago, more years than anyone would bother to count, a being existed of shadow, destruction, and chaos. And, quite to the surprise of its counterpart, it decided out of its own self-will to struggle against its nature and create a world of its own. It loved this world fiercely, and eventually bore its own people out of itself. The other god, one of rebirth and creation, became, well... jealous. They argued. Fought. Knowledge (not my OC) won, and banished Cloud and its new world to a place no one would ever find it again.

Cloud is warm, patient, generous, and just about every other trait you wouldn't associate with a giant mass of shadow. He is infinitely patient with his creations, even if some of them are downright nasty -- a stubborn love than continues to baffle the few who desire to destroy him once and for all. He carries himself with a gentle, peaceful air and speaks in a firm voice that seems to come from all directions. It desires little else but peace and safety of its citizens and that of humans... and maybe, perhaps, a chance to reconcile with an old friend.

Building Ohot took a lot out of him, in some ways literally. He had to rest for many years, and when he came back, it had built a civilization of its own, cloaked in an eternal darkness. But something was amiss, something he could have predicted and yet had no desire to face: it was falling apart at the seams, doomed to this fate by its god's nature. Though Cloud constantly tends the very fabric of Ohot's dimension, it is rotting away faster than it can patch up, and sometimes Ohots slip between the cracks into Earth. Cloud invented a failsafe that allows Ohots to disguise themselves in human bodies until they can find their ways back home.

Cloud is dying -- more like fading away as time passes -- but it is very hard pressed to admit this to anybody else. There's no stopping this chain of events, but while it's capable, it tries its hardest to be what it is not.