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Emet-Selch

PRONOUNS: he/him

AGE: Old

HEIGHT: 6'6.6"

EYE/HAIR: Gold/Brown & White

PLAYER: Tyki
PRONOUNS: She/Her

SQUICKS: none

NOTABLE CHARACTER TRAITS:
Will also respond to Emecchi, Alexander. Really anything.

He pings as magical and old (12k+). He is an endless bucket of magical energy. He will avoid really brightly lit areas since he has an aversion to being under the direct sun (thanks Imeeji). While he is very tall, he has back problems so he's probably closer to 6 feet leaning over.

For his soul sight, I'm just gonna go with color, so if you wanna tell me the color of your character's soul, he'll remember it.

OTHER NOTES:
I'm fine with anything. I'm just here to play this dork on the internet.

Hopefully, he is not too different from canon. I picked him from post-imeeji to have a grandpa with a little less depression. Overall, my goal is to have the early Shadowbringers vibe when he invites himself into your party and just gives two bit commentary.

He is very much married, but I'm also open to romance. Whatever is fun.

I also plan to not go into Imeeji much just to not break game/world stuff, but he will definitely gush about the cute and weird people he met there.

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Through His Eyes (short story)

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Another idyllic evening had descended upon Amaurot. Citizens strolled carelessly along the streets of the gleaming capital, identical black-robed figures bathed in gentle torchlight. Some would while the night away in agreeable company, others retire early to their beds─the illumination served equally well for both.

But he had chosen to spend the time alone at a park, reclining upon the manicured lawn. The cowl of his robe had fallen back to reveal locks of white hair, which framed the unique red mask covering the upper half of his face─the sole item among his apparel that was his and his alone. To see him lazing there, most would have assumed he was simply gazing up at the stars, or perhaps the glittering towers that seemed to reach for them. The sights that were reflected in his eyes, however, were a far cry from any seen by most men.

What he beheld was the aether that comprised all things, radiating life. From the depths of the land to the heights of the firmament, its light shone bright. Here and there, lives that had served their purpose drifted upon the current before suddenly plunging down unto the Underworld.

That he could behold these wonders was not a wonder in itself. Many were blessed with the sight. Yet very few indeed were as strong in the gift as him. As a man focuses his gaze upon the object of his interest, he needed but to direct his attention towards the aether to behold all the lives borne upon the currents. So acute was his vision, he could make out not only the soul─the heart of life─but also discern subtle differences in the hue of each, telling individual lives apart. And by virtue of this transcendent skill, he had often been likened to a denizen of the Underworld.

For a while he continued gazing up at the sky, watching the dance of aether alone with his thoughts, until the soft rustling of grass announced the approach of another. Noticing this, he shut his eyes tight as if to will away the din, but the steps only drew nearer, growing louder and louder, before finally becoming a voice overhead.

"I heard the tidings. Congratulations, Hades...or should I say the honorable Emet-Selch of the Convocation of Fourteen?"

If I pretend not to notice, perhaps he will leave me in peace, he thought without much hope. And, as expected, but no less to his disappointment, the owner of the voice did not make to leave. Resigned, he grudgingly rolled over and heaved himself to his feet. Having repositioned his cowl, he addressed the grinning visitor with unconcealed displeasure.

"There is naught to congratulate─I merely filled a void. One which, I would remind you, only existed because you refused the honor."

"Come now, it went to the candidate best suited to the office. You find practical use for that which you see, while I enjoy the seeing for its own sake."

"And what does that say about your suitability for your own office? Perhaps I shall raise the subject at the Hall of Rhetoric."

As he said these words, he glared daggers through his mask, but the threat─idle, as they both knew─served only to elicit a snort of amusement from the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect, his close friend Hythlodaeus. Attired in a black robe and a white mask, the man looked entirely unremarkable. Yet like Hades, he was eminently gifted in the ability to behold the Underworld. As a matter of fact, were it purely a question of vision, his was the keener of the two. Precious little escaped his eyes, which could discern essence and appearance as plainly as night and day. This made him amply qualified for the highest office of the Bureau of the Architect, the institution which oversaw the creation of concepts. And incurably smug.

Irked by Hythlodaeus’s unshakable good cheer, he snapped, "Was there something else?" And immediately regretted it when he saw the man’s grin broaden.

"As a matter of fact, yes. Have you informed a certain someone of your appointment?"

"Hardly necessary. The memorandum will see to it, if the gossips in the street haven’t already. News pertaining to the Fourteen is wont to spread quickly."

"Were you to ask my opinion, I would tell you such a momentous message warrants a personal delivery. Shall I ascertain our friend’s whereabouts? It will take but a moment."

"I did not ask for your opinion, nor less your help. I understand you have pressing tasks and would not keep you from them."

For the first time since Hythlodaeus arrived, the grin faded from his lips, the tilt of the man's head all but asking how Hades could have known. And though he was certain he would regret answering the unspoken question, in the end he found himself yielding to the interminable silence. With a sigh, he continued.

"A short while ago, you received a visitor from the Words of Lahabrea. This invariably means you have been tasked with an inspection of considerable import, and by rights should not have time to spend in idleness. That you should seek me out at such a juncture suggests you have a consultation or─the mind boggles─a request."

For a moment, Hythlodaeus said nothing, as if mulling over the words. Then his shoulders began to shake with laughter.

"You wound me, old friend! I merely chanced to notice you lying here and wished to offer my congratulations." As he continued, his voice took on an impish tone. "And I daresay, given your new responsibilities, you've even less time than me to spend in idleness. Of course, you were never one to rouse yourself, save when you deemed a matter worthy of your attention."

Though said in jest, the uninvited observation did not improve his mood. "You have offered your congratulations," he said testily. "If there is naught else, I shall be on my way."

Seeing him turn to leave, Hythlodaeus hastily changed his tone. "Wait. As you say, I have a consultation for you...and a request. Will you not hear me out, most eminent Emet-Selch?"