Constellation-Reformer

Hand tangled up in webs of wires, dribble, covered in ice icicles tendering his body and eyes which flash in a strange glitched aura. A failing hologram makes his pupil, dyed in greens and yellows, flashing in every symbol omega to alpha. To Cephi to Delphi. Behold Constellation-Reformer. Chief Scientist and Occultist under the grand imperium order of Queen Lutethia (Ice Goddess of the Empire of Ice; Carina). Desolate in the place known as Ethedel. Constellation-Reformer enjoys his task. the task of studying heartstones. Examinging heartstones. Prying apart heartstones. And most of all, harnessing all its powers. Whatever it may entail.

Is he the reaper of souls? Some say he is. Some say he has some very disconcerting powers. Gravity, Fusion, Electricity. Unwieldly abilities which should not be used, let alone to be had on the hands of one, especially all at once. The words say it all. Constellation-Reformer longs to the day when he could find a new pair of heartstones to use. Preferably heartstones belonging to those of royal descendants, or descendants of gods. Angels. Powers. All of it. He wants the stones. He wants to pry it apart. He wants to use it.

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Our characters wander into the distant heartlands of Carina. In the blizzard of storms. 'neck is broken. body is wrapped in bandages. And the angelic halo we so desperately tried to hide.