L'entrée de l'Immortel a fait éclater tout le monde dans la pièce avec des whoops et des applaudissements. Les gens se prosternèrent devant elle quand elle les passa, avec les hommes qui lui offraient d'embrasser ses mains ou ses pieds.
Un jeune homme entreprenant s'approcha d'elle avec un clin d'œil. "Puis-je avoir cette danse, madame?"
Name: Solomon Trent



Role: Immortal Hand for 
Possessions: buff leather longcoat, boiled leather armor, steel sword, thirty pieces of silver
Magic Powers:
* Blessing/cursing (casting spells on objects) - healing, sealing, strengthening, weakening
* Teleportation - short range, can self-cast
* Telekinesis - short range, can self-cast
Personality & Bio: His past is clouded in myth. His purpose is shrouded in mystery. Some legends say he once wielded the Infinity Blade against a thousand Immortals, only to lose it to powerful dark magic. Others say he was slain nine times in a row by a demon and slew it on his tenth reincarnation. But only in whispers does the darkest legend pass mortal lips: that he once ruled all of Aetherion.
Or you could simply ask him yourself. His journeys have taken him back to Aetherion, and he will arrive in a few days time. When the information he brings comes to light, millions shall perish.
And billions more shall see their first day.
P.S. Contrary to popular tropes, legends are usually dubious, at best. These are highly exaggerated.