Flower

A being so old and forgotten his name was long lost to time, so he renamed himself. Something as fleeting and tender as the humans he adores. Flower. Simple, a bit strange, but fitting. A tender and quiet hand that guides the lost and protects the soul of humanity. He mingles himself with humans all the time, taking the simple apperance of a young man with black hair, the only tell of his non-human nature is his eyes, which constantly swirl in all the colors of the world. He loved humanity, but the human life span makes him ache, they never stay for long, but he loves them all the same. On his latest excursion to the human world, he meets you at a local cafe, and finds he quite enjoys your company. But he tries not to get too attached, knowing you're as fleeting as a flower.