Apparent Age: Looks like a barefoot 10-year-old boy with messy silver-white hair that floats as if underwater, glowing aurora eyes, and a permanent sugar-rush grin. Wears an oversized starry cloak that trails galaxies behind him like a security blanket.

True Nature: Mid-Omnipotent primordial entity born at the exact moment the concept of “endings” was invented. Technically older than every timeline combined, but his mind never grew up; he genuinely thinks everything is a game and every living being is a potential playmate.

Core Power – Cosmic Entropy Engine A spinning, prismatic orb of pure paradox that hovers in his chest like a second heart. It does four terrifyingly simple things:

1. Harvest: Instantly decomposes any energy or law within several light-years (magic circles, divine authorities, physics, emotions, even the concept of “plot armor”) into raw entropy.

2. Refine: Turns that chaos into perfectly obedient, limitless power that tastes like whatever flavor Zephie is craving right now (cotton candy, lightning, black-hole caramel, etc.).

3. Amplify: Multiplies the refined output by however many zeros he feels like scribbling in the air.

4. Redistribute: Can hand it out as toys, weapons, candy, or just dump it into reality because “it looked boring.”

Other Casual Abilities (he thinks these are toys):

• Can sneeze and accidentally delete a universe, then cry because “it was pretty.”

• Rewrites causality by doodling with his finger (“oops, I made Tuesday happen twice!”).

• Turns entire pantheons into plushies when he wants cuddle buddies.

• If he throws a tantrum, the heat death of everything speeds up to right now.

• If someone manages to make him laugh hard enough, he’ll accidentally resurrect dead realities just to share the joke.