Once, in the age before the Fall, the skies thundered with omens and the winds whispered of a child born between realms. Bran was that child—a Nephilim, forged of mortal flesh and celestial fire, born in secret during a dimensional convergence caused by forbidden cosmic experiments. His origins are cloaked in shadow, known only to the ancient Mages who whispered of a prophecy: that a winged warrior of storm and sorrow would rise when the world trembled on the edge of annihilation.

Now, in the dystopian epoch of Earth: 2250, Bran the Stormborne walks the broken world. He is a Knight, cloaked in silence and carrying the immense burden of a dark, fragmented past. His memory offers only glimpses—flashes of war, whispers of betrayal, and the haunting echo of his own voice screaming against the heavens.

Though quiet and seemingly detached, Bran is no passive observer. His heart beats with the fires of Justice and Freedom, his soul thirsts for Truth, and his every action is driven by a longing to leave behind a Legacy that might redeem what remains of the world.

His powers are legendary:

Wings that tear through the sky like a tempest.
Lightning control, both celestial and corrupted—he wields the storm and its darker mirror, dark lightning, a volatile power rarely survived by mortal hands.
Super speed that leaves only a streak of static in his wake.
Unyielding strength and invulnerability, making him a near-unstoppable force on the battlefield.
But power has its price. Bran lives with a constant pessimism, mistrusting the world’s ability to heal, always waiting for betrayal from friend or foe. He’s calm—almost eerily so—but those who have seen him truly enraged speak of it as a cataclysm. When that buried fury erupts, it becomes a storm that levels cities and silences armies.

Despite this, Bran’s essence remains curiously human. He is guided by:

Sharp wit and resilience, born of endless trials.
Insight and intellect, seeing patterns others overlook.
A drive to learn, to understand both ancient magic and futuristic ruin.
He has no nation, but he travels the scorched landscapes of Aegir’s Divide and the arcane ruins of Vel’thar Hollow, seeking the lost relics of both Mage and Machine. He aids those he deems worthy, shatters tyrants, and disappears before his name can be sung.

Bran the Stormborne is not a hero in the traditional sense.
He is a storm given form. A blade drawn by fate.
And when the final Reckoning comes—when light and darkness battle for the world’s last breath—he will not fight for glory. He will fight because he must.