ANOMALIES IN LIFE

“THE CREATOR”

“The one who started all.”

“Life is like a canvas that need decades to decay. When it reincarnate in form of another being, it will be oblivious about what happened beforelife.”

“The Creator”

“Why can’t you compensate yourself? You’re just a creation, and nothing more.”

EGO

WHO IS HE?

“The Creator” appears as a 5’9” humanoid silhouette of a man in his mid-thirties. His entire body is pitch-black, rendering him as a living shadow with a faint aliasing edge. Facial features exist; straight brows, sharp eyes, thin nose, human ears, thin lips, a sharp jawline ending in a pointed chin, and short side-parted hair. But they are almost completely obscured by the absolute blackness of his skin.

He wears a perfectly fitted black three-piece vest over a brilliant white shirt and black tie, black trousers that blend into his silhouette, and polished black shoes. A mysterious black drawing pen is always strapped in the pocket of his white shirt.

His demeanor is distant, observant, calm, and only distantly friendly toward humanity. He rarely speaks. When he does, the words are measured. He does not rush into conflict; he prefers to solve problems through creativity and the things he creates.

ORIGINS

In the earliest period of existence he took form as a “fake god”; an observer rather than a participant among the other unknowns. With a single drawing pen he can turn blank canvas into reality, granting his creations color, life, compassion, emotion, and soul without limit.

He has built entire universes this way.

Yet every time he attempts to draw a complete version of himself, the image dissolves into dust. He can give everything to others, but he remains unable to grant himself the same completeness. The result is a god who cannot achieve the very happiness he freely bestows.

CURRENT STATES

In his base form he remains mostly silent and detached, treating the world like a vast, unfinished sketch. With the drawing pen he can manifest nearly anything from pure imagination; ordinary beings, weapons, environments, or even cosmic-scale entities capable of erasing universes with a gesture.

When sufficiently pressed or when he finally allows himself to “taste” the colors, life, and souls he has given away, he enters his EGO state. A drawn star strikes him and shatters like glass. He emerges wearing a mantle of constantly flowing liquid light draped across his shoulders like a cape, crowned with laurels of the same living light. His features become visible in blinding brightness.

In EGO form his arsenal expands: a light spear for close combat, a bow that fires three high-pressure explosive light arrows, a beam projected from his right hand, rapid dashing kicks that launch and smash targets, a massive barrage of light beams falling across a 350-meter radius, and the ability to transform into pure light for extreme-speed flight.

THE ONLY WAY TO SURVIVE / COUNTER HIM

There is no reliable method of permanent destruction. He is not a conventional anomaly; he is the one who sketches the rules.

Temporary survival approaches observed:

•  Do not present yourself as a threat or an interesting problem. To ordinary and non-hostile beings he remains bored and largely indifferent.

•  Avoid forcing him into a direct confrontation. Once he decides a fight is worth his attention, the pen comes out and reality begins rewriting itself.

•  If EGO activates, distance and unpredictability become the only brief windows. The light-based attacks cover wide areas and move with extreme speed.

•  The rarest “successes” are those in which potential targets simply never registered as something that needed correcting or entertaining. He is far more dangerous when he becomes interested than when he remains distant.

He is not a monster that hunts.

He is the quiet observer who can decide, at any moment, that the current page of reality needs to be erased and redrawn.