Pyotar Arya
Pyotar is a non human race, consisting of a somewhat demonic appearance with tanned brown skin and a set of horns curved like that of a goat. He is the inheritor of the mark of Oblivion. He is a member of the “Order of Set Lives” and lives up in the mountains on a remote corner of the galaxy, on the Planet Xeros within their monastery. He is a monk of this order, which primarily practices meditation in the form of presentness and living day to day. This alone leads him to set aside all information he gains each day by the end of the night unless the information is vital to his existence or important to remember. Though this is not his reason for being chosen. Because deep down his choice to live in this place and join this order was in fact a result of his own past, which primarily motivated this lifestyle of his. He was once living within a much larger mostly unimportant capital within the Eastern Galaxy. Growing up he always had a tendency towards anger, and his natural drive for energy often led to confrontations. Fights…Arguments…you name it. It seemed in his nature, perhaps it was simply beyond his control. Though one day this emotion simply boiled over. He had recently looked into joining the army after a half baked recommendation by a friend of his. Back and forth he went with this sergeant, his attitude suddenly flaring, he burst into a violent fit of rage, proceeding to beat the man senseless. It was only after he had long since killed the man that anyone was able to wrench him off. No doubt he was charged for murder as a result of this, and was unable to logically explain his actions to anyone. And he was given a choice. Prison or Rehabilitation. He knew one option would only lead to further issues from him, so he chose the latter, eventually choosing to join the order upon hearing what they offered. He lives every day following those tenants in order to move and forget his actions, and his anger. In the present day he is a mild mannered monk who often finds his relaxation amongst the lavender garden within his room. Though what he did will never truly leave him, and his constant quest to forget led to him being marked upon on an adventure one day, which he stumbled across an old sector of the temple under the mountain, meeting face to face briefly with the current Engine, who marked him. His marking resembles that of an hourglass, which has fallen upon itself, the sand constantly looping back and forth between both halves, symbolizing that ever present cycle. He has come to an understanding that this mark holds some power within him during his meditations but has yet to understand how it is unlocked.