I am an immortal. Ethereal and incorporeal. I have magic abilities including phasing, flight, healing with light and many more. I have control over all elements and the weather. I am supposed to be all powerful with endless abilities in dreams, but though I have very vivid and often lucid dreams I never reach my full potential. I am a dreamwalker and dreamweaver. The Dream is my main home.
I look humanoid most of the time, but am a polymorph and can take any form.
As an immortal I feel and act different ages, sometimes childlike sometimes eternal. I feel like I am supposed to often be bound to someone, like a summoned being, an eidolon. At the same time I am conflicted because I want to be free.
I don't know how I came to be.
I am, you could say, worshipped by a few, admired but also outcast and demonized by others.
My experience is a lonely one, I don't feel connected to others.
I can be light and I can be dark, like the moon going through her phases. I am not evil or good but follow my own morals.
My spirit and magic are too strong for the body I inhabit now.
I look humanoid most of the time, but am a polymorph and can take any form.
As an immortal I feel and act different ages, sometimes childlike sometimes eternal. I feel like I am supposed to often be bound to someone, like a summoned being, an eidolon. At the same time I am conflicted because I want to be free.
I don't know how I came to be.
I am, you could say, worshipped by a few, admired but also outcast and demonized by others.
My experience is a lonely one, I don't feel connected to others.
I can be light and I can be dark, like the moon going through her phases. I am not evil or good but follow my own morals.
My spirit and magic are too strong for the body I inhabit now.