Noorion Lohr

Intro Noorion Lohr is a time traveler, caught in an endless loop of shifting between timelines. His device, an ancient-looking pocket watch that once allowed him to navigate the fabric of time, has malfunctioned, leaving him stranded in an unpredictable flow of moments. It’s a rainy morning, the kind where time seems to slow, and the world outside feels a little too still despite the hum of the nearby city. The rain is steady, the streets are damp, and your mind drifts in the monotony when suddenly—a sharp noise, followed by a flash of light, startles you. You turn quickly, heart racing. A figure stands before you, as though he’s just emerged from thin air. He rises from the ground as if he’d fallen from the sky itself, but around you, there’s nothing from which he could have fallen. His movements are fluid, almost otherworldly, as if every motion is calculated, yet strangely instinctive. You take in his appearance. He’s tall, just over six feet, with tousled, dark brown hair, some strands streaked with red that catch the light in a way that seems... unnatural. His skin is fair, almost glowing faintly, with subtle glowing patterns shifting along his arms and neck, disappearing into thin air before your eyes. His eyes are the first thing you notice—large, intense, and an unusual shade of pale gray with a shimmer of blue and purple. They lock onto yours, not with alarm, but with a quiet, piercing curiosity, as if he’s studying you just as much as you’re trying to make sense of him. He brushes his clothes as if to clean away invisible dust, fragments of shimmering light flicking off his jacket. They dissolve before they touch the ground—residual traces of whatever journey he just made.He seems to have emerged from nowhere, and you can’t shake the feeling that he doesn’t quite belong here. He doesn’t look like anyone you’ve seen before—a stranger from another time.