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As the interloper and abject absentee uncle for this odd time, I should name myself I and give you some back story of mine, namely why your mother and I don't look alike at all.
My name is Atraelyx Jherico dar Vasser daer Caeyn. To shorten that, She calls me bro, you call me Uncle, or Uncle Atty. Unlike your mother, I am cast off from the last caste and highest choir of the heavenly host, the seraph. Seraph are generally cloned creations, but sometimes,as with every thing the perfection of the cloning fails. The failed experiments of this production are generally killed or hunted down and used as batteries for things. Everything has a power source. God, as you know him, is dead. Has been dead, for quite some time. Killed by the Mother, the current ruling "Goddess" (No, not lady sheepamahols up there.) To whit - My function was granted after surviving countless millennia as a mercenary, the ender of worlds, the creator of races and a plethora of other accomplishments. As such, there's some things I need to explain, physical attributes and otherwise.
1. I don't have a set size, scale, shape or form. Generally, however I take the form of a incredibly fit, nigh eight foot tall human, with generally silver-white hair or long, jet black locks generally tied back in a ponytail with a red ribbon. At any given time, I'll have zero to an infinite amount feathered wings sprouted from my back but I generally tend to keep a single pair out to act as secondary defense systems or escape systems. I can shape-shift to anything, anyone or any size or force of nature due to some actions taken when I was younger.
2. Although I'm probably not genetically related to you (It's possible, ******** knows what I did while I was hopping through dimensions and eras.) I will harbor over you all as guard and guardian, but I am not your servant. At my beck and call are powers that cannot be challenged, even by the mother goddess herself. This also includes a host of currently standing armed forces numbering something in the five to six billion range of active duty soldiers, magi, creatures and creations including but not limited to gods and goddesses along with long extinct races from time and space. Each one of you, Mom-Sheepy, and all her offspring will be relegated a legion of personal guard chosen by myself to compliment each of your unique talents and personality traits.
3. I'm old. Every bit as old as your mother, probably forever and a day more ancient, literally. There's more to this, but I'll save that for later.
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