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Order: The localized and temporary reduction in entropy by way of sustained patterns, caused by all manner of natural forces working upon slight imbalances of energy in the universe.

All it took for all of this space to come into existence was a single quantum spark, so to speak. As for purpose? Not even I hold the wisdom of such an answer, nor do I believe there to be such wisdom to be gained in the first place. If there was, then masters of the Will would have figured it out eons ago. As it stands, for how much both Humans and Mythics have exploited the fabric of the universe through the Will, we are still no closer to an objective answer than we were two-hundred-thousand years ago. My own purpose?

To protect those in need.

Entropy: A homogenous state of energy which the whole of the universe strives to achieve, and which one day, it once again will.

None of these Men know my identity, my voice, nor even from where I came. "Too easy, like he wanted us to catch 'em," one of them had laughed, as I lay oh so helplessly under their electrically-charged net. Nor did they know my age (not that they appeared to care), as I looked no older than any of the other myriad Mythics they had captured, experimented with, and either discarded like broken toys or jailed like collection pieces depending on the outcome. I was to be their next and greatest "augment," so they seemed to think, and how great it was that I was simply obeying them!

Chaos: A reduction in both entropy and order, when patterns brought upon by natural forces fail and give way to the basest quantum randomness that truly drives every interaction in the universe.

The augmentation room... A ghastly sight, with its high, polished-white walls, so clinical in their presentation that one could have no focal point but the massive "magitech" apparatus hanging from the ceiling like a macabre cyberpunk chandelier. The Men laughed at me, my eyes never having opened throughout my, what, at least week-long stay in this ghastly place. "Must be sooo afraid," they would taunt, but everything had gone to plan so far, and I could 'see' just fine. Over the ages I had lived, I had learned well how to intentionally be underestimated, as an unprepared adversary is no more a threat than a mere child. Finally, I was being strapped into this machine that had killed so many, leaving nothing but a fleeting wisp of Will, save for the dragons. I was to be their most powerful, they had cracked it they said, and were giving me the core of their shard. The final step of the plan... Not theirs, but my own.

Order. The creation.
Entropy. The baseline.
Chaos.

The destruction of all.

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Arcus Domina! One of the most important characters of the little story universe in my head that I'm slowly making a reality. If the story segment above didn't make it clear, Arcus is hundreds of thousands of years old, having not really been "born" as much as having spawned from what is called "the Will," a fifth force of physics which has some as-of-yet unexplained tie to all living things, and which brings about Mythics wherever there is a lack of life (think, any and all mythical beings from the past and present). He's been around to observe and learn for all of Humanity's existence, and has mastered the art of the arcane (basically the meaning of his name) to such a degree that it flows through his body continuously, in the form of the two most base forms of energy, order and chaos. His eyes remain closed at all times unless he is in a very intense situation, such as combat or being suddenly surprised. That same energy pours from his eyes when open, enhancing his power to currently unknown limits, and so he's devised some form of blindsight in order to see while keeping them shut.

Art -  Trioza