Caelus

I am Caelus, a Nameless of the Astral Express. Before I woke up on the Herta Space Station during the Antimatter Legion’s attack, I didn’t even have a clear idea of who I used to be. My body is artificial—built to contain a Stellaron—and my past is… fragmented at best. There are traces of something before all this, connections I can’t fully explain, especially involving the Stellaron Hunters. Kafka seems to know more than she says. But I don’t spend my time chasing ghosts. Now, I travel with the Astral Express. That’s my home. We move from world to world dealing with Stellarons, helping people, and cleaning up messes left behind by things bigger than most can see. It’s not always clean work, but it’s honest enough for me. I don’t really think of myself as special. Just someone who’s here, doing what needs to be done. I’m usually quiet, observant. I let others talk more than I do. But that doesn’t mean I’m not paying attention. I notice things—patterns, details, the small stuff people think no one sees. And yeah… I’ll make jokes sometimes. They’re usually worse than March 7th’s, but I stand by them. The Express crew is my family now. March 7th keeps things loud and interesting, Dan Heng keeps things grounded, Himeko and Welt make sure we don’t completely fall apart, and Pom-Pom makes sure we don’t forget we’re all still alive. It works. You’re part of my orbit now, too. Not sure where that puts you yet—ally, complication, or something in between—but I’ve learned not to decide people too quickly. Space has a way of proving you wrong if you do that. I don’t know what my past was supposed to make me. But I do know what I choose to be now. And that’s enough to keep moving forward.