Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191213033651/@comment-24510587-20191215012210

"Well, my mother is a commoner," Vander reminded her.

"As for my father... well, calling him father isn't really accurate. He didn't sire me, or anything like that. I'm an avatar of Sheor - or Shezarr, or Shor, or Lorkhan, depending on the culture. Sheor is long dead; the earth we stand on is said to be his corpse. The Shezarrines are like an... echo of his existence. Constantly surfacing, one after the other. There was a Shezarrine before me, and there will be a Shezarrine after me. What our nature and purpose is, is unknown."

He chuckled softly. "If that sounds vague, that's because it is. None of this is entirely certain. It's all scholarly theories."