Prince of Never by Ivan

TEAM: Sentinels

SECTOR: UPTOWN

KIT CLASS: Arcane Lore

The Phylae have ruled Khazan since before the dawn of the Third Age. My Khazan. Not this one. A difference? Oh, ever so slight. Let me recall. I was there when the Sentinels were disbanded the fifth and final time, after the Corporations united in a catastrophic "first strike" that actually endeared us to the general populace for a short time. I saw the Shallow Guild's Monoliths burn... no, not just burn... Burn with strange fire as holdouts from a thousand dimensions sought to ward off The Family's advances. I saw The Marauders and The Fallen united in a last desperate strike that crippled all seven of my mothers, even as the greatest Heroes and Avatars in the Multiverse attacked our forward positions outright. I was there when the last defender, the man with my face and my voice, fell. And Khazan was ours. The Regent's council held sway of the Nexus and all the territory From the Core to the Outer Galactic Rim. And I was Crowned Prince of the Phylae and blessed Augur of Luck's Vagaries. And I hated it. The Regent sought to bring final order and prosperity to a land beset on all sides with chaos and disarray. But even as we sought to breathe new life into this planet, the life faded from it. So long had Khazan been touched by the spark of life from so many worlds, the planet had grown beyond a single source's power to support. Even as the Regent himself started to create new and different beings to repopulate it, we realized the Nexus was crumbling. It was a very slow process, by anyone's standards. There were times- decades even- when it was easy to pretend as though nothing was wrong. We stayed there, for a time, trying to put the pieces back together. Eventually the others left, and there was only the Regent and I- father and son- floating amidst the crumbled ruins of a once great Nexus, with only the Core's slowly dying light to steer by. He told me of his dreams of what he had wanted to make of the world. A Khazan with purpose, populated by only the best and brightest, with reorganized social and political structures, a single governing body of physical laws, and a complete, accurate, publicly available record of every detail therein. But it was not to be. Too late we saw how easy it is to destroy that which we love through our acts of selfishness. And yet here I stand. Here in a complete and beautifully disorganized Nexus, so full of life and energy. The Regent had used the last of his power to send me here, to a Khazan where we never existed. I should be ecstatic. This is a Nexus even greater than I remember. But something makes me uneasy. Before he sent me here, my father told me "Don't worry, we'll get it right the next time."

Personality: Please understand. Before I came here I wanted nothing else in my life but to visit a Khazan as it was before the presence of the Regent. But I also fought in a war here, on the side that destroyed all of this. My guilt, instead of being appeased, has been multiplied, now that I see how terrible the destruction really was. At the same time, I am made uneasy by the rampant disorder and utter lack of organization here, having dedicated my life for so long to ending those very ideas. And I wonder if I will need to fight to save this world one day. And if so, will it be from myself?

Family

Friends

Fate

Freedom