Few know his true name, Ephemeris.

They never hear him arrive. They feel him. A tightening in the air. A tremor beneath the skin. The feeling that something invisible has just brushed the back of their neck.

Only a title is whispered when monarchs fall silent and new celestials draw their first breath:

The Puppeteer.

His movements are like a dance, fluid, erratic, playful in a way that never feels safe. His body is a distortion of shadow, shifting ever so slightly out of focus, as if reality itself struggles to hold him still. A white mask stretches across his face, carved into a smile too wide to be just joy. Behind it there is nothing, only a hollow shifting void.

He does not crave conquest. He craves a show.

Ephemeris sees what others cannot: the glowing lifelines that tether every supernatural to their soul gem. To him they appear as silk threads, coloured light, stretching invisibly across the city. With a flick of his fingers, he can pluck, tangle, or sever the lines of lesser beings, turning them into marionettes mid-performance. Their panic, their confusion, their spiralling collapse… all part of the delicious spectacle. 

Ephemeris is unpredictable by design. He appears from nothingness and perches above conflicts just to watch them unfold. To him, devastation is choreography. Betrayal is dialogue. Collapse is a crescendo.

He does not see himself as cruel.

He sees himself as a curator of performances.

And the Ninth Division? They are simply his most interesting stage yet.

(Would LOVE to see how people portray this character. Feel free to try any versions with an accent. His voice constantly sounds bright and jester-y, yet soft and welcoming, always putting on a performance. But sometimes, something sinister falls through and the warmth fades to something like a warning. Age wise, think mid-late 20s though he is ageless)

(Note image profile is temporary and just from Pinterest)