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ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ
ᴀʟʟ ɪɴғᴏ ɪs sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ
Eilam took his very first breath at the apex of a solar eclipse. He came into the world at the darkest hour when there was not a single ray of sunlight to grace his birth. Which meant the young lord was a creature born without light in his eyes, without any luster in his soul. He is a mere shadow of his brethren. He grants no wishes, there is no healing the ill or aiding wayward souls. Not that he does not desire such, but because it is absolutely impossible for him to do so. He cannot produce any light magic of any kind. And as tragic as it may be, he harnesses his powers rather than rejecting them. While his gifts are far beyond the norm, he utilizes them to their full potential. For it would be foolish to squander such talents, be them good or bad. He is a beast far from the unicorns of legend. One could even consider him a nightmare.
