Editing Metaphaos (section)

==Appearance==
When he manifested an avatar at the [[BHI]], he appeared as a statue-like figure with flame for hair and glowing eyes. He wore a cloth draped over him. Every movement of his "hair" made the air stir, and every step he took made the room shake. His posture and tone was casual, his voice deep and loud yet never hard on the ears. He constantly gave off lesser Others like humanoid matches which danced around and tented to him. He was so tall he had to duck his head to avoid banging it on the church roof and the bookshelves near him were knee-high.<ref>The god walked across the stage, past his sister, his head ducking low so he wouldn’t bang it on the beams that supported the roof, and took a seat at the stage’s edge, hunched over a bit.  Lesser Others peeled away from him, taking to the air, grabbing onto beams, and cavorting around him, humanoid figures with heads like lit matches, their ‘hair’ a dancing and flickering glow, their heads too golden-bright to have faces.  His hair was similar, but his face was defined, etched more severely than a statue’s, his eyes bright.  Each bend and sudden turn in his blazing mane made the air in the rest of the room stir.  His steps, though gentle, made the room shake.<br><br>He wore only a cloth, and it wasn’t even draped on him like a toga might be.  It was more by accident, volume, and design that it shrouded him.  His posture was casual, one foot flat on the ground, the knee of the same leg higher than any of the bookshelves that lined the classroom, while the other leg was folded under him.  His face was framed by long flickering hair as he looked down on them all, while lesser entities appeared like the sparks from a fire, taking to the air or gracefully navigating his head to drag locks of hair behind his ears and away from his face, so it wouldn’t be covered.<br><br>“Yo,” he addressed the room in a deep voice.<br>[...]<br>“No problem,” he said.  His voice was loud, at the same time he was very obviously keeping his volume down.  The acoustics of the church-style building carried the sound.  “They’re worn out.”<br><br>“They are.  It’s been a long couple of days,” Durocher said.  She walked around at the foot of the stage, past Raymond, who was sitting in on the class.<br><br>“Very few come to visit my ilk when times are good, so I’m used to it,” the god said, before laughing.  The laugh ''should'' have been painfully loud, but it wasn’t. - [https://palewebserial.wordpress.com/2021/01/09 Excerpt] from [[Vanishing Points 8.1]]</ref>

His true form is much larger, too large to fit inside the BHI hall.<ref name="8.1e1">“Gods tend to send splinters or aspects of themselves to tend to minor matters,” Ms. Durocher addressed the class.  “You’ve done so, yes?”<br><br>“I wouldn’t fit in here at full size,” he said, laughing through the sentence. - [https://palewebserial.wordpress.com/2021/01/09 Excerpt] from [[Vanishing Points 8.1]]</ref>