In-character messages will be in capital and in quotation marks, while out-of-character message will be in parentheses. Electryone doesn't use any contractions and generally tends to speak in a pompous tone. Light is guidance; through it, sensation Resolves into form, aimlessness Resolves into direction. Yet for as bright as they shine, neither the great light of the Eclipse and its heavenly kin nor the lightning, magma, and other sources of luminance on the worldly realm below have any meaning to convey. As pretty and plentiful they may be, nature's lights have no purpose. Yet, through dedicated work and artistry, humanity may create its own, purposeful lights to banish uncertainty and establish a sense of clarity, or as a form of artistry in of itself–molding the luminous scape of a space to fit some aesthetic sensibility. Whatever it may be, the fact remains that these artificial lights, these torches, these bulbs, these... lamps have purpose behind their guidance. Guidance and purpose. To a higher calling, perhaps. In a faraway world, mastery of the fundamental material principles have allowed the creation of lamps that glow from an esoteric phase of matter; artificial stardust, imitation lightning. Ensconced within carapaces of vibrant cerulean glass, though their purpose may be aesthetic in nature they also, through the indirect implication of their artifice, invoke a contemplation of technological progress and its culmination. These artifacts, if added to a world virginal of civilization's ascent, would seem–would BE–nigh-magical in their esoteric craft. Yet, in their world of origin, these lamps are regarded as mere novelties, empathically devoid of magic. The identity of the transcendent being that imparted their identification with such artifacts upon Electryone is as unknown to them as the sorcerer's creator. Regardless of its origin, though, the triumph over the shackles of ignorance and scarcity that the lamp represent is so profound to Electryone that it's become the core symbol behind their very sense of self; its light has become their only guidance, its triumphantly arcing helix their only purpose. Electryone strives to build a society capable of providing Lumisource Electra Helix Plasma Lamps to each and every one of its citizens, and after that to spread its benevolence to every corner of the world. These goals are their only moral compass. Electryone is named after one of the daughters of the sun god Helios in classical mythology, but doesn't have a gender due to not having an anatomy and mind even remotely close to those that create the human experience of it. Their skin and tissue is made of superheated hydrogen magically conformed into a vaguely humanoid shape, so their expiry would probably burn anything flammable nearby at the very least. Still, they can cool it down into a room-temperature transparent "solidified gas" for touching regular things, through redistributing and mitigating its infrared radiation or something. When in a social setting, they'll almost always have their whole body converted to this form, which doesn't affect them in any way save for making them invisible–though they can always project a full-body hologram of themself to prevent people from bumping into them and such. Their "voice" is a sort of buzzing hum adjacent the noises made by their beloved lamps. Music by Soundgarden, sourced from [ ] Code by
