Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150102153314/@comment-29458028-20150103113551

Raydin Steelfang continued to sit at his table, his mind restructuring information again, rethinking his life's decisions. He stood up, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was in a disarrayed mess, with split ends. Stubble hung from his chin and he was getting a moustache. He still had 12 wings, 6 white, 6 black.

His mind thought of the myriad ways to resolve the paradox. Raydin stared at his own reflection. Then he understood. He reconciled everything in his mind at once. His intelligence and cold logic took back control.

"I am Raydin Steelfang. My Aspect of Administration is still an aspect nonetheless."

His black and white wings conbined into black wings of energy. They then split into tendrils, then cohered back into wings.

Raydin called a shaver into his hand and removed his facial hair. It was time to stop being a loser.