The Administration Mage
There amongst the seas of sand and the blowing dunes swirled a dome of black mist undulating in and out slowly. The mist would constrict and then expand outwardly reaching only fifteen meters in diameter around a central point. At the greatest expanse visible the wisps of vapor would seem to cause heat shimmer over the sand and flickering and wavering of the materials around the edges. If one looked hard at the mist they would see a central point within it, the shape of an tall yet emaciated man. Though the profile of the man held a regal bearing, the spine straight, and his hollow chest puffed up as if in challenge. Just standing there as if the world was ready to pass him by, even with the sand blowing into the mist he seemed not to notice or at the very least care. Though the form seemed to stand proud his feet seemed to linger above the ground but surely that would have to be an illusion of the pulsating mist and the swirling sands of the sand storm around it. He surely couldn't fly. There stood Torishnecto or as many who knew him here in this world of Ayenee knew him as NightmareSoul. Though the mist seemed to swallow up the light as if diminishing that which passed between the tendrils of the mist as they slithered back and both with each undulation. If one was facing the mist form head-on they would see to white touch fires where his eyes were within the vapors the only bright spots and only illumination within. His skin must surely be Vantablack in color, if he has hair it is indistinguishable in the haze of the swirling fog. Around the dome all that was remained as sand. Standing there as if waiting for the world to simply pass him by, his torch flamed gaze narrowed as he turned his eyes towards the heavens. "Seems I was called for no reason..."