Jaired (prime) - Revision history

AFALLACE at 14:48, 25 December 2025

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	\|name=Jaired Delone		\|name=Jaired Delone
	\|image=[[File:Jaired.png\|center\|thumbnail\|Portrait of Jaired and Cat<br>Artist: Created by the uploader with Midjourney ]]		\|image=[[File:Jaired.png\|center\|thumbnail\|Portrait of Jaired and Cat<br>Artist: Created by the uploader with Midjourney ]]
	\|caption=~~Planeswalker~~		\|caption=Spirit Walker
	\|race=Half-elf		\|race=Half-elf
	\|culture=Tehir		\|culture=Tehir

AFALLACE at 14:44, 25 December 2025

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	''“I ~~had~~ always hoped that my final death ~~would~~ be like being carried to my bed as a child, where I ~~would~~ fall asleep to the laughter coming from the next ~~room…”~~''		''“I have always hoped that my final death will be like being carried to bed as a child, where I fall asleep to the laughter coming from the next room.”''

	==Sometimes ~~worlds~~ ~~just~~ ~~end~~.==		==Sometimes Worlds Just End.==

	His last memory of that world was scattered like stardust lingering in the windless void. Floating with forgotten purpose that struggled to remember not only its origin, but its path. He recalled the fire that was always waiting at the end. As much as he prepared for it. As much as he fought. As much as he hoped. There was that awful light… and then there wasn’t.		His last memory of that world was scattered like stardust lingering in the windless void. Floating with forgotten purpose that struggled to remember not only its origin, but its path. He recalled the fire that was always waiting at the end. As much as he prepared for it. As much as he fought. As much as he hoped. There was that awful light… and then there wasn’t.

AFALLACE at 14:41, 25 December 2025

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	''“I had always hoped that my final death would be like being carried to my bed as a child, where I would fall asleep to the laughter coming from the next room…”''		''“I had always hoped that my final death would be like being carried to my bed as a child, where I would fall asleep to the laughter coming from the next room…”''

	==~~Sometimes…~~ ~~the world~~ just ~~ends~~.==		==Sometimes worlds just end.==

	His last memory of that world was scattered like stardust lingering in the windless void. Floating with forgotten purpose that struggled to remember not only its origin, but its path. He recalled the fire that was always waiting at the end. As much as he prepared for it. As much as he fought. As much as he hoped. There was that awful light… and then there wasn’t.		His last memory of that world was scattered like stardust lingering in the windless void. Floating with forgotten purpose that struggled to remember not only its origin, but its path. He recalled the fire that was always waiting at the end. As much as he prepared for it. As much as he fought. As much as he hoped. There was that awful light… and then there wasn’t.

AFALLACE: /* Sometimes… the world still ends. */

2025-12-25T14:40:32Z

Sometimes… the world still ends.

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	''“I had always hoped that my final death would be like being carried to my bed as a child, where I would fall asleep to the laughter coming from the next room…”''		''“I had always hoped that my final death would be like being carried to my bed as a child, where I would fall asleep to the laughter coming from the next room…”''

	==Sometimes… the world ~~still~~ ends.==		==Sometimes… the world just ends.==

	His last memory of that world was scattered like stardust lingering in the windless void. Floating with forgotten purpose that struggled to remember not only its origin, but its path. He recalled the fire that was always waiting at the end. As much as he prepared for it. As much as he fought. As much as he hoped. There was that awful light… and then there wasn’t.		His last memory of that world was scattered like stardust lingering in the windless void. Floating with forgotten purpose that struggled to remember not only its origin, but its path. He recalled the fire that was always waiting at the end. As much as he prepared for it. As much as he fought. As much as he hoped. There was that awful light… and then there wasn’t.

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	\|caption=Planeswalker		\|caption=Planeswalker
	\|race=Half-~~Elf~~		\|race=Half-elf
	\|culture=Tehir		\|culture=Tehir
	\|class=		\|class=

AFALLACE at 21:41, 3 October 2025

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	\|friend=Cat		\|friend=Cat
			\|loved=Riend
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	\|instance= Prime		\|instance= Prime
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AFALLACE at 01:11, 12 July 2025

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	His first sight was a familiar sky. That familiarity would settle into most of the world as his memories fractured and reformed to consolidate and make sense of the discrepancies. Of which there were many. Then there was the deep, squeezing pain of loss.		His first sight was a familiar sky. That familiarity would settle into most of the world as his memories fractured and reformed to consolidate and make sense of the discrepancies. Of which there were many. Then there was the deep, squeezing pain of loss.

	The first familiar face was that of Cat. The ethereal, feline spirit that had long stayed beside him as his guide, companion, and friend. Together they had been severed from their past and left to walk these shores.		The first familiar face was that of Cat. The ethereal, feline spirit that had long stayed beside him as his guide, companion, and friend. Together they had been severed from their past and left to walk these alien shores.

	In time Jaired would come to remember a life, a family, and the long path that extended in his wake. He’d cling onto it as it threatened to dissolve away, because even if from this aperture none of it ever occurred, his memory could keep it all real.		In time Jaired would come to remember a life, a family, and the long path that extended in his wake. He’d cling onto it as it threatened to dissolve away, because even if from this aperture none of it ever occurred, his memory could keep it all real.

AFALLACE at 01:09, 12 July 2025

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	In a word, Jaired Delone ''awoke''.		In a word, Jaired Delone ''awoke''.

	His first sight was a familiar sky. That familiarity would settle into most of the world ~~that he now observed~~ as his memories fractured and reformed to consolidate and make sense of the discrepancies. Of which there were many. Then there was the deep, squeezing pain of loss.		His first sight was a familiar sky. That familiarity would settle into most of the world as his memories fractured and reformed to consolidate and make sense of the discrepancies. Of which there were many. Then there was the deep, squeezing pain of loss.

	The first familiar face was that of Cat. The ethereal, feline spirit that had long stayed beside him as his guide, companion, and friend. Together they had been severed from their past and left to walk these shores.		The first familiar face was that of Cat. The ethereal, feline spirit that had long stayed beside him as his guide, companion, and friend. Together they had been severed from their past and left to walk these shores.

AFALLACE: /* Sometimes… the world still ends. */

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Sometimes… the world still ends.

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	His last memory of that world was scattered like stardust lingering in the windless void. Floating with forgotten purpose that struggled to remember not only its origin, but its path. He recalled the fire that was always waiting at the end. As much as he prepared for it. As much as he fought. As much as he hoped. There was that awful light… and then there wasn’t.		His last memory of that world was scattered like stardust lingering in the windless void. Floating with forgotten purpose that struggled to remember not only its origin, but its path. He recalled the fire that was always waiting at the end. As much as he prepared for it. As much as he fought. As much as he hoped. There was that awful light… and then there wasn’t.

	He doesn’t truly know if that fire ever came to be; if they succeeded, or if they had all failed. There wasn’t even ash to reconcile what had occurred. ~~At least that would have been an answer.~~		He doesn’t truly know if that fire ever came to be; if they succeeded, or if they had all failed. There wasn’t even ash to reconcile what had occurred.

	In a word, Jaired Delone ''awoke''.		In a word, Jaired Delone ''awoke''.

	His first sight was a familiar sky. That familiarity would settle into most of the world he ~~was~~ now ~~observing~~ as his memories fractured and reformed to consolidate and make sense of the discrepancies. ~~For every object that was the same, something ever~~ so ~~slightly~~ ~~was~~ ~~not~~. Then there was the deep, squeezing pain of loss.		His first sight was a familiar sky. That familiarity would settle into most of the world that he now observed as his memories fractured and reformed to consolidate and make sense of the discrepancies. Of which there were many. Then there was the deep, squeezing pain of loss.

	The first familiar face was that of Cat. The ethereal, feline spirit that had long stayed beside him as his guide, companion, and friend. ~~They~~ ~~were~~ ~~together~~ severed from their past and left to walk these ~~new~~ shores.		The first familiar face was that of Cat. The ethereal, feline spirit that had long stayed beside him as his guide, companion, and friend. Together they had been severed from their past and left to walk these shores.

		⚫	In time Jaired would come to remember a life, a family, and the long path that extended in his wake. He’d cling onto it as it threatened to dissolve away, because even if from this aperture none of it ever occurred, his memory could keep it all real.
	In time Jaired would come to remember…

		⚫	For the first time since he was cursed with the visions of that terrible end; Jaired no longer saw the fire. Only that there was light.
⚫	A life, a family, and the long path that extended in his wake. He’d cling onto it as it threatened to dissolve away, because even if from this ~~new vantage~~ none of it ever ~~occurred…~~ his memory could keep it all real.

⚫	For the first time since he was cursed with the visions of that terrible end.

	Jaired no longer saw the fire. Only that there was light.

AFALLACE at 20:46, 11 July 2025

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	\|profession=		\|profession=Drifter
	\|religion=		\|religion=
	\|affiliations=None		\|affiliations=None