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Description
A character I made as a kid. Used to just be a stick figure and I've updated him over time.
Basic premise?

The end of time has happened. The six primordial dragon gods, 3 of Order and 3 of Chaos, are all dead.
All realities and dimensions have collapsed into a singular world balancing between existence and nothingness. Madness is now the natural law, what's left of the worlds are husks shackled together as lesser dragons roam for treasure and corrupt law enforcing machines patrol the streets. Angels scream in agony and Demons lament as they fade away. Lovecraftian Beings sleep dead as commonfolk try to make a living. Time is broken as yesterday is soon and tomorrow has already gone by, with today repeating over and over.

It is nothing short of an ending stretching eternally.

Among the collectives scrambling for whatever power is left, watches a wanderer who's seen the beginning and end. Brother of the Angel who claimed Death and Solemn soul. His name has changed, forgotten and regained. His body housing eldritch magic. Tired and immortal, he sits watching the streets filling with searchlights from living blimp-like creatures used as transport. Mechanical arm hissing as it whirrs into action. His Demonic powers mutating him, causing a bone-like shell to grow where its taken over. Reminiscing past comrades and adventures before he gets to work.

Simply trying to survive.

(just some worldbuilding thing I made a long time ago with some friends. I've expanded the story over time but never REALLY focused on it that much.)

Description
A character I made as a kid. Used to just be a stick figure and I've updated him over time.
Basic premise?

The end of time has happened. The six primordial dragon gods, 3 of Order and 3 of Chaos, are all dead.
All realities and dimensions have collapsed into a singular world balancing between existence and nothingness. Madness is now the natural law, what's left of the worlds are husks shackled together as lesser dragons roam for treasure and corrupt law enforcing machines patrol the streets. Angels scream in agony and Demons lament as they fade away. Lovecraftian Beings sleep dead as commonfolk try to make a living. Time is broken as yesterday is soon and tomorrow has already gone by, with today repeating over and over.

It is nothing short of an ending stretching eternally.

Among the collectives scrambling for whatever power is left, watches a wanderer who's seen the beginning and end. Brother of the Angel who claimed Death and Solemn soul. His name has changed, forgotten and regained. His body housing eldritch magic. Tired and immortal, he sits watching the streets filling with searchlights from living blimp-like creatures used as transport. Mechanical arm hissing as it whirrs into action. His Demonic powers mutating him, causing a bone-like shell to grow where its taken over. Reminiscing past comrades and adventures before he gets to work.

Simply trying to survive.

(just some worldbuilding thing I made a long time ago with some friends. I've expanded the story over time but never REALLY focused on it that much.)