Player: Kay

Aliases: Hanai, Dominion of Iron Showers

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 140 lbs

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: White

Hair: Short, Brown, Unkempt

Eyes: Blue

Figure: Slender

Skin: Pale

Apparent Age: mid 30s

Face Claim: Harry Treadaway

After such a long life, Thomas is primarily filled with a deep exhaustion, partly due to the fatalist paradoxes that seem to plague people like him, and partly due to the lack of care he has for his own health and wellbeing. And although he has a deep respect and longing to help the people around him, he’s very wary and often prickly, even towards those he cares about. However, when he is working on a project; whether that be aiding someone or his own personal research and learning, he has a single-minded devotion to seeking out the truth of it, often getting frustrated over the loss of so much history that mankind has suffered since the beginning.

Obvious Details: Anyone meeting Thomas for the first time will be immediately aware that he is not a healthy person. Although he’s not gaunt or emaciated, Anael’s only knowledge of human self-care is colored by the unhealthy coping mechanisms and lack of self-care learned from Thomas’ previous life. As part of that, he doesn’t eat much, using nicotine as an appetite suppressant as much as a mental stimulant. There is hardly a moment of the day that he isn’t working on some kind of research project, whether it be reading from books or on his phone. He also doesn’t sleep much, and so often has bags under his eyes.

Less Than Obvious Details: Thomas has keen eyes, and is often watching his surroundings with keen interest, even while he’s reading or talking to people. He also has an awareness and care for the way he smells, often like spent gunpowder, a smell that reminds him of the time before he came down to Earth. Someone might also note that his fingers rarely stop tapping, either against his leg or whatever surface is around him.

Appearance Score: 1

Apocalyptic Form: Skin opalescent, nebulas spread through Anael, sparking the birth of stars across his cheeks. Meteor showers scatter through his skin, painting streaks of light that spread to his fingertips. He flies on wings like the arms of galaxies, like a shower of sparks spreading away from his shoulder blades. Yet despite the brightness of his visage, in this form, Anael’s eyes are like black holes, drawing all light into the deep emptiness of their void.

Banality Score: 6
Crossroads Membership: Probationary