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Aliases: TimeLess, Cherry

Gender/Pronouns: Male, he/him

Age: Estimated 35. True age is unknown. 

Height: 5'10

Species: Superpowered Human(?) 

Hair: Short light brown hair.

Skin: Pale white except on hands and face where it is tan.

Appearance: Commonly seen with a brown suit with a brown top hat and goggles. Is occasionally seen wearing a golden steampunk-style dress and a red wig. When he's seen with said disguise he refers to himself as Cherry. 

Abilities: The ability to time travel in any dimension. He also seems to have extremely good luck. Cartoon logic often applies to him in various circumstances.

Danger: None, unless if threatened or at work. Be cautious of his unpredictability. 

Affiliations: The Multidimensional Legion of Peace, The Association of Timely Affairs.

Positions: The resident time traveler of the Legion, and is the only person who can travel forwards and backward through time in the Association. Little known trust of information in both groups. 

Known Family: Parents are deceased. Sister is living under the name Esmerelda Smith. His adopted daughter/niece is Lily. Has a roommate named Ziran.

Alternate Versions: None. 

  They remember that day. The day when everything went wrong. It started just like any other until the gods descended to punish their people. They were elves but they had done the unthinkable, they destroyed the very thing they stood for and worked with other creatures to destroy it and take over. The gods had enough and turned them into demons and dark elves. That same day they ran away into the woods, far away from the remains of their people. As they ran and ran and ran they decided that they would do what they could to survives while not damaging the forest that they called home that day onwards.

         It took years for them to properly figure out how to survives, and years after that they figured out how to do it while barely damaging the environment. They made themselves armor made from furs and bark, after realizing just how sturdy bark was. They wandered the forests only making small dens in the dirt or moss nests in fallen trees and a small fire once per day. Once again elves, the people they distanced themselves from returned and tried to take over the forest again, but they were having none of it. They destroyed their encampments, their food supplies, their instruments, everything they could to stop them from destroying parts of the forest and creating more calamity. The elves backed off assuming that they were some kind of angry forest spirit, which they might as well have been. Only they knew that they were an elf under all the bark, fur, dirt, and moss. It was an uncomfortable thought for them. They stayed quiet for years after that. 

        After about 75-100 years after their initial retreat, a being of the forest, a powerful one, approached them offering a deal. If they give up what made them an elf they could turn them into a creature of the forest. They agreed. It was all too easy for them to give it all up, they wanted to do that for years anyway. So the being made their armor part of them, they let it grow on them, changing them. In exchange, the being took their ability to speak. They didn't realize until they tried to thank them and the only noise they could make was a bird's chirp. As the being left all it said was that they needed to continue to protect the forest as they had been. Soon they learned that they could communicate with the various animals by using their new voice. When they killed a deer with their bare hands they realized that they could eat it raw. When they watched civilizations grow nearby they realized that they no longer found any of them attractive like they once did.

        Only hundreds of years later did they realize just how much of a lonely existence they signed up for. The animals no longer feared them and would instead seek out their old dens in the winter or find them during fires. But they could never give them the comfort and company they sought. When you can't talk to anyone or anything anymore how do you connect? They didn't know anymore. 

        Seasons changed, creatures died, centuries passed, and kingdoms rose and fell. They watched it all happen. Eventually, they stopped attacking everyone who did something a little bit wrong in their books. They occasionally made an acquaintance or two, learning new languages in the process. They didn't know them well of course, but enough to be able to understand what people say to them. Legends formed, but they didn't know much about those.

        They got tired after being alone for so long. So tired. They started slowing down. Even they didn't notice how fast the seasons seemed to change or the fact that the river melted right in front of them. They decided to take a good nap next to the other trees nearby. Don't need something sneaking up on them after all. They leaned back and closed their glowing eyes, blending into the tree behind them.