Stjarnstill

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Name: Stjarnstill, the lost redeemer.

Age: Time has lost all meaning to him. He is at least 1000 years old.

Gender: Male

Race: The race is nothing known here, but seems akin to elves.

Height: 4'2"

Weight: 90

Hair: Silver.

Appearance
A pretty scrawny kid to say the least, Stjarnstill has the build of a somewhat malnourished child. But don't let that fool you. He may not pack a punch, but with his small frame, he's a rather quick person. Almost no living person has seen him without his bizzare looking black mask, but this is because he appreciates his own anonymity. All that can be seen between his cloak and mask is the juts of long silver hair that spike out, slightly covering the mask.

Yet under the mask is exactly what's expected. A basic child. His childlike features are gaunt, and his piercing red eyes stare out from the mask. For clothing under the mask, he dresses very light, using brown pants and a high-quality green shirt. His shoes are simple leather boots for manoeuvring the land.

Personality
Stjarnstill is quite the mischievous kid, and he’s always looking for things that he deems fun. Whether this is tormenting people, killing, or burning things, one is very likely to find the young mage up to no good. Due to his murderous tendencies and his abhorrence of other people, few ever risk staying around him if they see him, and as such, he’s very independent. Stjarnstill is notable for how much of a master he is in seeing the world around him. In a very brief time, he can see any advantage in the environment and use it, be it as a means to escape an enemy or to trick them further into their own demise.

Despite all of this though, he’s still a child. This means he’s incredibly playful and emotional, much to the chagrin of his victims. He’ll toy with someone, or push them to see how far he can send them towards snapping, and he loves getting a major reaction. Needless to say, living on his own for so long without any guidance has made him quite immature. This also means he can be prone to a few slight emotional episodes, though he will almost always have them in private.

In terms of his murders, many as they are, Stjarnstill thinks he’s justified in that with everyone gone, worlds would prosper. He’s had dreams that he interprets as almost being prophetic, and he strives to make them a reality by any means necessary.

Backstory
Stjarnstill was born in some high end house under some high end name. He intentionally forgot that past life, though it goes like this. His father was a freeloader, using his wife's money from a small company to get his own wishes. And when she died of an unknown illness, he was left everything, including full parenthood of their son. Figuring he needed some method of income, he figured he'd use his son for that. He paid a Mage to come in and teach the boy everything to know about magic, and got him a magical, sleep warding mask so he could always be studying. Oddly, the youngster had an affinity for fire magic.

His father paid attention to this, and found out how to use it. The company was left to him, yet he didn't have the business smarts to make a gain off of it. So he had his son burn it down to collect the compensation. It went well, and his profit was immense. What he ignored though was his son's rage. He hated him for using him like this. Being so corrupt. The boy was 9 or so at the time, and he was rebellious and angry. In fact, he didnt want to be a mage at all, he had a surprising love for poetry, reciting it often. He hated doing what he was told, and the next time his father told him to burn something down, he refused. After a solid punch to the face, all people saw was smoke start rising from the windows and eventually the whole house getting engulfed in flame. The young boy, who now had coined himself Stjarnstill, had escaped that mansion and fled the city. He made his way to the nearby woods, starting to teach himself how to navigate the place and training his magic, including teaching himself a powerful teleportation spell, dubbed Omalus' Wind.

After not too long his boredom became far too much and dark thoughts went through his mind. The world was so corrupt... It needed to burn... Hyrule would be better off without anyone... He then met a woman. Stjarnstill was only 11 or so, but his boredom had pushed him to insanity. She offered to bring him out of the woods, but he laughed. He didn't want to leave... In fact, now that he knew that somebody was here, the games could begin. The woman was the guardian of the mystic woods, so a fine game could be made out of cat and mouse. His fire vs her bow. He explained the rules of his game to her: He tries to burn the woods to the ground. She tries to stop him. Simple! Upon this, he cast Omalus' Wind to bring himself away.

Since then, he and the woman had been in long standing combat, not that he wants to kill her or anything. Occasionally for fun he'll find those that are lost and pretend to lead them out, only to bring them into even worse scenarios. All for fun. But his dreams were the worst. They depicted a world devoid of life, devoid of the people who plague it. The insipid poisons gone... It made him wake up giggling in joy. He loved it... This view from the end of the world.

Eventually, the guardian finally did it. She sunk two arrows into his chest, bleeding him out. But as he died, he heard cackling in his mind. A demon, perhaps? Regardless, he was told his fate went far beyond bleeding on the forest floor. His power amplified, the boy was brought back, flames dancing around his every movement. He'd had his fun, and he burned the mystical place to the ground with ease after a few minutes. he was ready, and as was the landscape to feel his wrath. After a destructive campaign, everything was gone. The buildings... The people... Everything. Just as his dreams had led him.

The same voice cackled, telling him his destiny would continue elsewhere... And beyond it. As he found himself in this new world, his flames at the ready to immolate things once more, he spread flaming wings from his arms, muttering to himself.

"As I burn down and murder.... I know this world forgives... Despite all these things I've done, my soul yet forever lives... All those caught in the shadow of my wings have cause to fear... And I swear on all I've done... No evil... Shall linger here."