Carmen

Carmen is a 21-year-old omnipotent penultimate being responsible for the state of his universe.

## Identity

### Alias

The Creator
Son of a Stitch
Bastard

## Appearance and Biology

### Species

Unknown, claims humanity at some point in his existence.

## Skills and Powers

### Powers

Immortality, Creation powers, Dimension-travel

### Language

English, Latin, Spanish, French, Finnish, Italian...

## Ilta's Journal

Little is known by most of Us about Our Creator's past, other than the fact that He is responsible for the state of Our world. His power is great, unparalleled, but it means nothing in the face of His apathy. Life and Death are meaningless to a Man who holds both in the palm of His hands.

His humanity left Him long ago, the space filled by the white-hot glowing pride of His invulnerability. It stands to say that the world We know could not go on without Her people, so She reclaimed the Earth as it had been meant to be, all but His little patch of home, and the tower of light that used to bring guidance to the children of the tides, up atop the cliff. The House of Carnations remains untouched by Mother Nature's true force, while the tower lovingly invites Her in as a guest.

He does not prefer the world this way, but it has been so long that this world is more familiar to Him than the old world ever was. Further still, this world no longer belongs to the humans that ones saw it as home. It could never be theirs to reclaim.
There is no right answer to this. Even if there was, only He holds the power to act.
We can only beg fate that one will be merciful:
The Creator, or Mother Nature Herself.

He collects dolls, effigies of people who once were. He enjoys not suffering, but simply His own Solitude. He prefers not to leave others in pain, but to put them out of their misery. Thoughts of suffering are a most undesirable kind of company, company that make peace hard to find. Still, He is callous and vulgar. He dislikes people, most of all children, who remind him of a distant past. He respects not others, but in turn, expects not others to respect Him.

He, by His own account, studied law in His younger days, before everything happened. Unfortunately, law means nothing when there is no society, so He considers these years of study to be almost wasteful. He can, most days, be found sewing, reading, or repairing. He dislikes sex, drugs, and alcohol, but is neither abstinent, nor celibate, nor asexual. He simply does not feel strong positivity towards any of it. He takes great pride in His craftsmanship, and despises poor and soulless handiwork. He has a bias to cloth dolls over those of porcelain.

The closest He's ever had to a friend was a woman by the name of Bell, someone nearly as callous and indifferent as Himself. Their association was sweet, but fleeting; his mood was almost... better. He seeks not to find new friends, and will most times instead drive people away, not by intent, but by apathy; He does not try to avoid doing such. Instead, He has three dogs and a cat by the names Sangria, Mimosa, Bellini and Vin Rouge; and the Creations.

He is cruel and unreasonable towards His Creations, but still cares enough to repair any damage done by Himself or others. It is a partial matter of pride, and partial matter of guilt; despite His nature, it is still true that He finds no joy in others' pain. As a result, He never intends to bring physical damage upon another being, but ends up taking out His anger on those He knows that He will be able to repair. He is still too prideful to apologise, and is not above insulting and demeaning even young children who have done Him no wrong.

In a hypocritically ironic twist, He believes not in a god, insistent that there is none that exists. And yet, the power He holds...