Full Name:  Omega (short for Ometrionorrovashga; full real name unknown)

Pronunciation:  Oh-meh-tree-oh-norr-oh-vahsh-gah (Oh-meh-gah)

Nickname(s):  Omega, Omegie, Gramps

Age:  Unknown, thought to be one of the first demons

Gender:  Male

Natural Species:  Arch demon

Secondary Forms:  Any demon, human

Height(s):  140'5" (demon) 6'6" (human/master demon, can be any)

Eye Color:  Gold

Hair Color:  Blue-black

Personality:  Despite being an arch demon, which are normally only interested in food, Omega is what can only be described as a proper gentleman.  He speaks with a slight archaic accent and only treats those around him with proper respect (unless it's Fire, they don't get along well).  He does not get angry or flustered often, but when he does, he often goes into a violent rage and will destroy anything that gets in his way.  He only tolerates the nickname 'Omegie' from Sorana.  Anyone else usually gets beaten.  Harshly.

History:  One of the first demons, Omega grew bored with his constant search for food and began to explore Eneth.  His politeness with the inhabitants of Eneth caught the Gods' eyes, and he was approached to be a Guardian.  He refused at first, worrying that having that much power would drive him insane, but he soon changed his mind and accepted under the condition that his power be removed immediately if he should ever use it for foul purposes.  He is often described as the only fully serious Guardian, though he does have a tendency to pull pranks on those he is close to from time to time.

Virgin:  Yes

Orientation:  Not interested

Abilities/Skills:  Can shape-shift freely into any kind of demon, as well as his human 'nobleman' form.  Is skilled with swords, bows and whips, though prefers using magic, of which he is fully advanced in.  Rarely wields unholy fire, but will do so freely in a tight situation.  Is a master of hellfire, holy and unholy fire, and can control any kind of demon except master demons freely.

Hobbies:  Trying various teas, reading scrolls (usually on obscure and rare species), collecting old clothes.

Familiar:  none

Family:  none

Love Interest:  none

Alignment:  Chaotic Good

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Omega watched the scene unfold in the giant tetrahedron of crystal.  Amarana stood before the ruined orc camp in the vision, her hair waving gently in the wind that the roar of the dark fire cast up.  She watched stoically as the flames ate away everything, destroying all.

He watched her intently.  Amarana was so different from the past shadow mages.  Whereas the others were fueled by a desire to do good, or to conquer or to even just fit in, Amarana felt...nothing.  She simply drifted from one place to the next, emotionless and unaffected by reality, and she either saved or destroyed.  It was hard for him to see what she would do next, and that unnerved him.  A Guardian should always know what was going to happen.

But Amarana never failed to throw him for a loop.

"Hey gramps!" called a voice suddenly, one that grated on his nerves and sent cold lancing fury through him whenever he heard that horrid nickname.  He rounded on the other Guardian, glaring down at the fox demon.

"I thought I told you to never call me that," he spat.

"You did.  I thought I told you that I didn't really care," the little fox demon tilted his head.  "Are you brooding again?  Brooding isn't very good for you, you know."

"I'm not brooding, I'm thinking and watching," he replied, turning to face the tetrahedron again.

"At least even Earth knows how to have fun."

"The rest of you are lazy.  Am I the only one who takes this job seriously?"

"Pretty much, yep.  Come on, take a break, come get drunk.  The mortals whipped up this really cool new brew and WOO is it a doozy!"

"No, Fire.  Go away and let me 'brood'," Omega rolled his eyes.  It seemed like the only way to get rid of the annoying little Guardian.

"Alright but you don't know what you're missing out on," Fire snorted, flicking his tails.  He stood up and trotted away, all five tails raised.  Omega shook his head and turned back to the tetrahedron.  He watched it for a while longer, losing himself in thought and the mystery of Amarana.  Just as he was getting into it, a hissing voice sounded in his ear.  "Grampsss...."

"DAMMIT FIRE, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" he roared, and the Guardian cackled as he bounded out of the room.  The Guardian of Darkness pinched the bridge of his nose and heaved a heavy sigh.  "Why did I ever take this position?" he muttered, gazing at the tetrahedron again.  He paused as a different image filled the crystal and he smiled weakly at the young woman.  Sorana laughed at something Ramys said.  "That's why," he thought.

He stayed to protect happy moments like that.