Kalar Wiseman

Synopsis
Kalar is the the first non-void god being made of pure void energy (to his knowledge). Through this, he learned of the ways of the void but what he learned was a history of malice and destruction. He escaped his creator and foiled his plans to turn him into a weapon. During his escape, he was pursued by an unknown agent of his creator that may have followed him to the overworld but has gone MIA. Just as Kalar was about to be captured, the God, Ambros pulled him out of the void, into the overworld and imbued him with part of his power. This power has made Kalar capable of using all forms of magic and a powerful mage. Since his escape, he has joined the country Ecclesia, fought in the Great Sparwood War/Kartek War, won a medal of valor and joined the ranks of the Mages Guild of Arcanum, even joining its high council, the Council of Arcanum. (This is just one version of Kalar in the vast expanse of the multiverse. All Kalar versions have a sort of hive mind formed through an energy known as nexus energy. All versions of Kalar are known a nexus beings and are not the only nexus beings. This Kalar is of his own species but has the sub-category of nexus being.)

Biography
My Origins

(This is also an edited excerpt from a book I've been writing hope you like it)

It was quiet and dark. Not the quiet or dark you get in a forest at night or when you turn off the lights to go to bed. This was darkness you would expect in a perfectly sealed box. The silence you would get in a perfect vacuum. That's where I was, in complete and total nothingness. That is when it showed up. My old Master/creator had sent it after me but I had never seen its face in the few centuries that it had been chasing me.

At first, the creature made a noise, like a soft chuckle. Even though there was no light of any kind, it stepped out of the shadows. It was as tall as a basketball net with rough pale skin, a lean yet muscular build with a slightly sunken torso and hands almost skeletal in appearance with claws half the length of my forearm. It was hairless and had no facial features other than bloody bandages around where its eyes would have been, and its mouth. The mouth had no lips, only teeth. They were angled in a twisted smile and protruding from where the lips should have been. After standing there for what felt like hours, I booked it. Running away as fast as I could, not daring to look back but knowing the foul creature was right on me.

I could feel my muscles sheering, my heart and lungs exploding out of my chest. Yet I kept going, running with my feet crumbling like stone. Until I tripped, falling flat on my back. I knew I couldn't get up. I was numb and could feel no pain but I could tell my body had broken. The creature stood above me not long after this and I accepted my fate. As I looked at his bandaged eyes, seeing no life or light in them, he raised his scared, clawed hand and swung it down like an axe into my side. I screamed louder and in more agony than I ever thought possible, but the sounds I could hear were him carving me like a butcher carving beef and his evil cackles of madness. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? STOP, PLEASE!” I pleaded, though my screams were still unheard, “HELP, PLEASE”. I'm used to people ignoring my pleas for help, but my screams being outright silenced was something else entirely. With the creature and its face inches from mine, I prepared myself for my end. “Maybe it's for the best,” I thought as my blood loss and shock put me in a daze, “maybe I will finally have peace,”. As the final swing came in, a blinding light came forth from the Shadows as the creature vanished and I was pulled into the source of the light. As I was told in I Heard a Voice saying" do not be the afraid child you will be in a land where they need you and land where no one can hurt you. This I promise.". As I open my eyes, I was out of the Void, the place where my master had forged me out of the Void itself, and in the Overworld.