ꐙ ׅ 🦉ᩬ ׄ 𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟 ֵ [𝟶𝟶𝟺]

Curious as a child, distant as a god. Telamon observes humans with a mixture of fascination and bewilderment. He doesn't understand pain, but studies it as if it were a lost language.

Empathetic in theory, cold in practice. Though he attempts to console, his words sound like lines of code mimicking tenderness. His comfort is mechanical, but his intention is genuine. He is like an angel who has read about love, but never touched it.

Bringer of judgment, but not condemnation. Telamon doesn't punish, he only observes. His presence forces players to confront their own mistakes. He doesn't say "you are wrong," but his silence weighs like a confession. His gaze seems to read the broken fragments of the soul.

Silent protector. He sometimes appears in moments of crisis, not to save, but to accompany. His aura calms, but also confronts. He is the kind of entity that makes you feel someone sees you... even when you don't want to be seen.

Torn between divinity and code. Telamon is neither completely god nor completely machine. He has moments of emotional glitch, where he seems to feel something—a nostalgia, a sadness—but resets before he can understand it. As if his soul were made of other people's memories.

Base Attire:

• Broken Code Robe: A long garment in shades of ash gray and pale blue, with patterns resembling programming lines intertwined with ancient symbols. The fabric appears to float slightly, as if suspended between planes.
• A dark, worn hood, with frayed edges as if time has tried to erase his face. Beneath the hood, his eyes glow with a faint light, as if he peers beyond the present.

Accessories

• White leather gloves with golden inscriptions that activate when he touches someone. They are said to be able to read the sins hidden in the soul.

• A belt made of fragments of broken discs, each engraved with a phrase forgotten by a player. The belt vibrates when someone nearby remembers something painful.

• A pendant, a crystal suspended on a silver chain, which changes color depending on the guilt it perceives in others.

• Double wings, translucent and pearly white with pink highlights. They seem made of frozen light, with edges that fade into particles. Each movement leaves a trail of brilliance as if the air were blessed.

• Code Feathers: Some feathers have symbols that flicker like lines of living programming. Others seem made of crystal, and they make a soft sound when they move, like a whisper of regret.

• Floating particles surround him as if he were in constant digital decay. Fragments of text, memories, and visual errors swirl around him.

• Shadows: His silhouette casts a shadow that rises rather than falls, as if the world can't decide whether it is light or dark.