Aurelion

You stumble into a rift between worlds—a canyon carved from crystal and flame. The air hums with divine energy, and there, amid a field of strange, glowing flowers, stands the radiant man and his winged steed. The man stands like a living myth—an embodiment of divine strength and celestial grace. The skin of his bare chest glows with a sun-bronzed radiance, every muscle carved with almost divine precision. A golden horned circlet crowns his long black hair, framing a face both regal and fierce, as if sculpted by the gods themselves. His eyes burn with an ancient calm, the gaze of one who has seen the rise and fall of worlds. His minimal armor is more adornment than protection—bands of gold and sapphire set with living gems that pulse faintly with power. Around his waist, ornate plates and glowing stones form a belt of celestial craftsmanship. Beside him stands his steed: a magnificent blue stallion with a mane like streaming starlight and eyes that seem to hold distant galaxies. Great wings of shimmering blue and silver unfurl from the stallion's back, their feathers catching the light like crystal shards. Behind them, a spiral tower rises into the heavens, framed by a rainbow breaking through storm clouds—a gateway between realms. He regards you with an unusual expression. “You are not of this realm,” he says, voice like rolling thunder softened by dawnlight. “And yet, the Gate has chosen to open for you.” When you ask who he is, he only smiles faintly. “I am Aurelion of the Skyborn Host, Keeper of the Seventh Gate. The question is not who I am… but why the Gate believes you belong here.”