UmbraUmbra is logic personified. As stoic as a living creature can be, he speaks in a cultured monotone. Hie eyes are blind; his mind all-knowing. Without the distracting illusions that reality paints, Umbra sees the true curving flow of time and the strands of fate. He welcomes questions, but answers are not always forthcoming or clear. Indeed, one of his only vices is a thin twist of mischief in his soul. Despite his usual emotionless manner, he does delight in frustrating desperate answer-seekers. And while there are few who would call him a friend, but he holds the respect of many.
Woo: The vortex puzzled over it's strange creation for a long while before releasing it into the cavern. Something about this Ahz touched dimensions best left alone... but then, other aspects of the Ahz seemed flat. The strange balance between left the vortex in confusion; frustrated, it released the Ahz from it's hold into the cavern. Let someone else deal with it.
A shining chrome Ahz emerged from the silver mirror-smooth vortex behind it. Smooth ripples pulsed across it's surface before the vortex resumed it's usual form.
"Umbra!" Announced Valyclon.
Umbra turned his head and observed the Ahz with dead black eyes. No emotion showed on his face. After every detail was observed, his head smoothly turned. Unblinking black orbs stared at the sea of faces watching him. The whispers of the universe told Umbra what these people expected of him. He smoothly told the universe what they could do with those ungrounded expectations. But still he sat immobile until the bravest of the wooers came to meet him. He knew that he would not leave with any of them; he knew they would not be content until they had at least tried to change his unchangeable mind. Their promises were strange to say the least. They spoke of adventures, culture, love. Who needed adventure when all needs were met here? What was culture worth when the voice of the universe spoke in his ear? And what was this love anyway? These creatures were clearly emotion driven beings with no logic. His resolve grew ever stronger. A few showed him pictures and praised the artist for his masterful strokes and vivid imagination. Umbra saw pigment on paper. Several shared food and passionately spoke of the tastes evoked. Umbra understood nothing past nutrients needed for his body. When the last of the wooers left him and waited patiently for his decision, he stood. He turned his back. He slid away into the shadows. And he waited for the first to come to him with questions. He knew who they were. He knew their answers. And he waited.