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"During a Fringe Folk's journey of self actualization, they will inevitably encounter the material concepts of pain, death, cruelty, and many other such things. How they decide to act upon their understanding of such things is key to who they will eventually become. They can embrace the world and its flaws, or they can remain a spectator, unsure of what to do going forward. Or, in a select few cases, choose to wipe it all away."

"Chronoquasar, known more simply as Chrono, was among some of the first Fringe Folk to become aware, and as such, one of the first to immigrate to the Material Plane. His physical form is almost perfectly human, and he speaks with a near total understanding of material words and phrases. Like all Fringe Folk, he was initially a blank slate, taking in all information he could about everything he could. He would eventually settle down in a small village, located on the edge of the nation of Prospero, and dangerously close to its at the time enemy, the grim country of Sepulchre. Despite his odd appearance, lack of understanding, monotonous manner of speaking, and other quirks, the village's people accepted him with barely a second thought, and he would live among them for many years, absorbing whatever knowledge he could about the world, and aiding them in whatever he could, whether that be the moving of lumber or the halting of the occasional undead horde from Sepulchre."

"However, there was always one question on his mind. Why did people suffer, and why had he never suffered as they have before? These people, while kind, have been and still were suffering everyday. They had to repel undead attacks monthly, they had to weather storms and disease. They had to either hunt or perform months of backbreaking labor just to get food. When they were injured, they bled, and often took at least hours to heal. Their bodies and minds slowly withered away due to the encroachment of time, and even the various afterlives were not all guaranteed to be peaceful and painless. Even their process of creating new life was extraordinarily painful, and could result in death. All of these things he could either do effortlessly or had no need or reason to, and he always questioned why."

"This question was never at the forefront of his primordial mind, but it was always there. He would often only pay it any mind when he was alone in the White Void, a space between planes where nothing ever existed. Here he would attempt to get a firmer grasp on his more destructive powers and meditate on him and his people's purpose in the grand scheme of the universe. It was after one of these meditative journeys that he would reemerge to find his home ablaze, it having been suddenly and without warning ransacked by the empire of Hedgemonia. He attempted to save anyone he could, to no avail, causing him to lash out at the invaders with the indiscriminate fury of a sentient cosmic storm. However, with a combination of antimagic and a teleportation spell, he would eventually be captured and placed in Hedgemonia's most secure prison, the Pit and Pendulum. There, for many years he would be left to rot, unable to die but unable to escape due to the antimagic field encasing his solitary cell and the form-locking cuffs preventing him from altering his form. So, left with only his thoughts and the innumerable screams and howls echoing throughout the prison as his only company, he projected his mind into the White Void for many years, until at last, he believed he found an answer to his ever lurking question..."

"'To exist is to suffer', he thought. 'That is why neither me nor my kin have ever suffered. Because we never existed in the first place. We are unbound by the universe's cruelty. We have never known or even understood death, time, disease, war, or other foul things. We are granted power unwielded by any other because there are no laws that can bind us. But these people, these material beings... all they can do is smile and hope to live through the agony of another day... No more. It is time I put my power to a greater use. Once I am free, I will grant all material beings the same peace and complete tranquility that my kin know. A singularity to consume all pain, fear, doubt, everything, and crush it into nothing...'"

"'Endless peace... through oblivion.'"

And here we have the primary Fringe Folk antagonist of my setting. A nihilist with both the power and compassion to grant his "peace" to others. In case you're wondering where he scales to Roche (since they have quite a few similarities in their designs, powers, and stories), Chrono is one of the two most powerful Fringe Folk, and at his full power could erase a universe, whereas Roche at their full power can only destroy a solar system.

I drew this to Gullveig's theme from Fire Emblem Heroes (www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPWAK9… ) and the Living Failure's theme from Bloodborne (www.youtube.com/watch?v=NiboHW… ).

Description
"During a Fringe Folk's journey of self actualization, they will inevitably encounter the material concepts of pain, death, cruelty, and many other such things. How they decide to act upon their understanding of such things is key to who they will eventually become. They can embrace the world and its flaws, or they can remain a spectator, unsure of what to do going forward. Or, in a select few cases, choose to wipe it all away."

"Chronoquasar, known more simply as Chrono, was among some of the first Fringe Folk to become aware, and as such, one of the first to immigrate to the Material Plane. His physical form is almost perfectly human, and he speaks with a near total understanding of material words and phrases. Like all Fringe Folk, he was initially a blank slate, taking in all information he could about everything he could. He would eventually settle down in a small village, located on the edge of the nation of Prospero, and dangerously close to its at the time enemy, the grim country of Sepulchre. Despite his odd appearance, lack of understanding, monotonous manner of speaking, and other quirks, the village's people accepted him with barely a second thought, and he would live among them for many years, absorbing whatever knowledge he could about the world, and aiding them in whatever he could, whether that be the moving of lumber or the halting of the occasional undead horde from Sepulchre."

"However, there was always one question on his mind. Why did people suffer, and why had he never suffered as they have before? These people, while kind, have been and still were suffering everyday. They had to repel undead attacks monthly, they had to weather storms and disease. They had to either hunt or perform months of backbreaking labor just to get food. When they were injured, they bled, and often took at least hours to heal. Their bodies and minds slowly withered away due to the encroachment of time, and even the various afterlives were not all guaranteed to be peaceful and painless. Even their process of creating new life was extraordinarily painful, and could result in death. All of these things he could either do effortlessly or had no need or reason to, and he always questioned why."

"This question was never at the forefront of his primordial mind, but it was always there. He would often only pay it any mind when he was alone in the White Void, a space between planes where nothing ever existed. Here he would attempt to get a firmer grasp on his more destructive powers and meditate on him and his people's purpose in the grand scheme of the universe. It was after one of these meditative journeys that he would reemerge to find his home ablaze, it having been suddenly and without warning ransacked by the empire of Hedgemonia. He attempted to save anyone he could, to no avail, causing him to lash out at the invaders with the indiscriminate fury of a sentient cosmic storm. However, with a combination of antimagic and a teleportation spell, he would eventually be captured and placed in Hedgemonia's most secure prison, the Pit and Pendulum. There, for many years he would be left to rot, unable to die but unable to escape due to the antimagic field encasing his solitary cell and the form-locking cuffs preventing him from altering his form. So, left with only his thoughts and the innumerable screams and howls echoing throughout the prison as his only company, he projected his mind into the White Void for many years, until at last, he believed he found an answer to his ever lurking question..."

"'To exist is to suffer', he thought. 'That is why neither me nor my kin have ever suffered. Because we never existed in the first place. We are unbound by the universe's cruelty. We have never known or even understood death, time, disease, war, or other foul things. We are granted power unwielded by any other because there are no laws that can bind us. But these people, these material beings... all they can do is smile and hope to live through the agony of another day... No more. It is time I put my power to a greater use. Once I am free, I will grant all material beings the same peace and complete tranquility that my kin know. A singularity to consume all pain, fear, doubt, everything, and crush it into nothing...'"

"'Endless peace... through oblivion.'"

And here we have the primary Fringe Folk antagonist of my setting. A nihilist with both the power and compassion to grant his "peace" to others. In case you're wondering where he scales to Roche (since they have quite a few similarities in their designs, powers, and stories), Chrono is one of the two most powerful Fringe Folk, and at his full power could erase a universe, whereas Roche at their full power can only destroy a solar system.

I drew this to Gullveig's theme from Fire Emblem Heroes (www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPWAK9… ) and the Living Failure's theme from Bloodborne (www.youtube.com/watch?v=NiboHW… ).