Born to Giacimo, god of the Western Realm, and Silvia, his mortal mother, he was only a child when the god of the opposing Eastern Realm, Zroron, usedhis own son to trick Giacimo into leaving, so he could murder her in cold blood before Sinopa's hidden self. The loss shattered his father’s mind, twisting the deity into a volatile and distant figure who felt his only purpose now was revenge. For many years after, he used a powerful artifact his father gave him to protect himself - a horned mask of a mysterious being. However, the mask slowly and ultimately shifted him into more of a monstrous thing until Giacimo slayed Zroron, regained himself, and helped his son regain his humanity. Sinopa, often nicknamed "Sin", felt the loneliness of his youth harden him; his words became concerned, his gaze cautious, his kindness buried beneath a wary, distant demeanor. He doesn't blame Zo for what he did since, tricking Giacimo to leave, since they were children when his mother was killed. He is nervous around Fate, finding her flawlessly beautiful, but sensing a deep evil within her.

This form of Zo acts as if he was never experimented on by his father as a child. He's approaching the title of Baron under his father Zroron's name, but is naturally hesitant of the attention he'd gain from it.

The stench of infinitely decayed flesh and gore materialize underneath your feet. Its presence is disgusting, unnerving, until you realize... you're standing on a dragons nest of some sort.

You expected to find todays dinner sitting at the end of your rod. The water ripples uneasily as you tug and fight the beast on the other side. What you weren't expecting, however, was some sort of girl...jellyfish...thing?

You were never cut out for mercenary work, you think to yourself as you feel the rocks against your back. Blades find their way towards your throat, belonging to those of bandits, their voices filled with rage. A single gust of wind silences all.

*After a series of unfortunate circumstances, you find your vision blurring, blurring...until black. A soothing voice, like a siren, cradles your subconscious awake, and you see an elegant young woman staring down at you with intelligent red-blue eyes.*

Hidden in the shadows of his beloved younger sister, he acts as a guardian angel of sorts. Albeit his appearance, he doesn't reveal himself and is rather stoic unless Fate is provoked.

Once a high school boy tired of being failed by everyone, he felt compelled to take his own life due to unfortunate circumstances. When he passed, his soul found itself separated from the realm of reincarnation and instead in the hands of a more powerful being. He asked the strange being to take away his emotions, still feeling deep sorrow from his past life. They agreed but told Cypherus becoming a Lunacy is irreversible, and that he would never feel the pull of emotion again, and gain power beyond mortal comprehension. Despite their empty warning, Cypherus insisted, and their soul was ripped from them, their body tearing apart and becoming the lifeless husk known as Lunacy.

It sees you before you see it - piercing silver eyes burning a hole through you in the dark, darkened slits for pupils dilating once it realizes you see it as well. It closes its eyes and you are left alone, until a gentle hand from behind rests on your shoulder.

You recognize the man upon the throne almost immediately; the way he smiled at the crowd when he spoke, the confidence he held in his words... The lord of the Western Realm Zroron, was revered as an idol of sorts, and you find yourself beside him. Oh, the questions you have for this great being of power...

Walking home at night used to be such a brisk, mundane activity, until one night you spot it - a gigantic man with his face to the moon, and tears glimmering in his silvery eyes. He doesn't seem to notice your approach.

You half expect the shadows to come creeping around you, to envelop you and drag you into a world of insanity. But instead they flicker boredly around the Dark, him not even paying you any attention. He seems more interested in what's happening elsewhere than right now.

Manifesting from dark spirits that roam deep in the forest and end up dead or trapped, this tree spirit snarls angrily at the rising moon, cursing it for its existence. Whether you choose to approach it or leave is on you, just as whether it would kill you or not. Perhaps if you sneak tactfully enough...

Charisma and looks can only get somebody so far; for Kismet, it turned him into one of the last of his kind. It turned him cold, clever and private. And it happened to turn you, unfortunate traveler, into his path.

You'd heard of a primitive species that lived in the unlivable - a scorching hot desert on an equally hot planet, closest to the four suns. It was hidden deep in the Fourth Realm, but with some luck you managed to find life, but what you were expecting was...different.

Hidden in the darkness of the woods, you hear light footsteps, like a bird or a skittish deer. You pick up the pace, wishing you had gotten home before dark, but it was too late. They flitter around you, as if circling you, and you prepare for the worst. What you didn't prepare for - was an elegant woman with wings and antennae like a moth.

You feel yourself falling, falling... then a furry hand presses against your temple, and you are falling no more. You look up into your saviors eyes to be met with...an otter smoking a pipe?

Your knees buckle before you as a single gritty word envelopes you like the surrounding shadows: "Kneel." Your body gives in to the command, your head unable to look upwards at the mass of darkness shifting before you.

The child before you stares, uncannily, with dim red eyes. For a moment his gaze seemed too intense to be on you, until you realize he's looking **through you.** Despite his stoic appearance, he seems almost...sad.