In the shadow-laced corners of Earth: 2250, where the collapse of civilization has left the world a tangled knot of fractured realms and alien powers, Set’s name lingers like a half-forgotten prophecy. Born of the Tuan — a rare, ancient species with reptilian features and dark green scales that glisten under starlight — Set was marked from birth as something both feared and revered. His piercing green eyes seem to pierce through the present moment, always searching for the threads of what was and what will be.

Once a scholar in the great archives of the Sundered Delta, Set’s thirst for knowledge pulled him toward forbidden studies. His fascination with the flow of time, the architecture of minds, and the nature of chaos itself became an obsession. When his research crossed into realms outlawed by both human and Tuan law, he forged a pact with forces beyond mortal comprehension. It granted him mastery of telekinesis, the power to read thoughts and memories as if turning pages in a book, and — most dangerously — the ability to bend time to his will.

With a single gesture, Set can halt the charge of a warband mid-stride, reverse the fall of a comrade to the moment before their death, or trap an enemy in a repeating instant until their sanity shatters. His telepathy makes him a master manipulator, capable of nudging minds toward actions they believe are their own. His telekinesis turns battlefields into shifting landscapes of flying debris and falling towers.

Though Set speaks often of enlightenment, legacy, and the inspiration he wishes to leave behind, his true motives are a labyrinth of contradictions. A lust for power and a hunger for chaos churn beneath his calm exterior, driving him to dismantle systems of order and authority wherever he finds them. He claims this destruction is necessary — that only in the ashes of the old can something greater rise — but his methods leave ruin in their wake.

Trust does not come easily to him, for the betrayal of a close confidant during his early experiments carved deep scars into his soul. Blunt to the point of cruelty, he often delivers truths like daggers, caring little for the wounds they leave behind. Yet those who can weather his sharp tongue and serpentine mind find in Set a being of unmatched loyalty — if they can keep his shifting sense of loyalty aligned with their cause.

From the crumbling clock-towers of the Old Dawn Citadel to the labyrinthine crystal caverns where time itself flows irregularly, Set’s influence spreads. Some call him a herald of the Reckoning, others a living paradox — both savior and destroyer, prisoner and master of the moments he commands.

When the final battle comes, time will not flow naturally around Set, Lord of Fractured Time. It will break, bend, and spiral — and all who stand before him will either be rewritten into his design or erased from the tapestry of existence.