Vear-The First Dreamer

Vear (Kor)

Blinded in battle, burdened with forbidden knowledge—he became the first dreamer of rebellion. Though sight was torn from him, Vear was never truly blind. In the crucible of transformation, his mind awakened to hidden depths, and from the ashes of his former self arose a vision beyond eyes— one woven from instinct, sharpened by intellect, and attuned to the unseen threads that bind all realities.

Lyra

The girl who first saw his mind, not his silence—his tether to the future. Through Lyra’s eyes, we witness Vear’s metamorphosis from anomaly to legend. She is the heartbeat in the machinery of his fate, the anchor that holds him to the shore of his own humanity when the tides of cold reason or the tempests of vengeance threaten to sweep him away.

Agent Thalos

The relentless enforcer—wearing the mask of justice, guarding secrets of his own. To him, the Authority’s order is sacred, its preservation worth any cost. Vear is no mere fugitive, but a dangerous aberration— a fracture in the design that must be erased. And Lyra Talren? In his eyes, she is the traitor who chose compassion over command, and for that, she too must fall.

Alara of Edson

Alara, daughter of King Marek—heir to a crown, yet sworn to the sword. At only nineteen, she commands the Ardan Guard, a rank won not by birthright, but through the crucible of court and battlefield alike. The sole child of King Marek, she was groomed for diplomacy, perhaps to stand as consort beside another’s throne. Instead, she chose the armor’s weight over the gown’s grace, forging herself into a soldier who bows to no destiny but her own— until fate would bind her life to Vear’s, and the commander would one day stand as his wife.

King Marek of Arden

King Marek—warrior, sovereign, and sentinel of Arden, the enduring heart of Middle Edsonian Era. Steel has shaped his hands, and history has weighed upon his shoulders, for he is both the guardian of tradition and the bearer of its heaviest burdens. His reign walks the narrow line between pride and pragmatism, and though his people’s reverence crowns him in honor, he cannot still the whisper of unease— the knowledge that beyond Arden’s walls, the world grows ever more restless, and storms gather that even a king may not hold back.

Silas Vorn

Once the Senior Geneticist and Systems Engineer of the Authority’s vaunted Archive Project, he was a man who bent the language of life and machine to his will. His hands wove code into flesh, and from the dust of dead worlds he coaxed forgotten wonders. But beneath the white lights of the Authority’s laboratories, his loyalty was never truly theirs. In the quiet corridors where cameras did not see, he fed the roots of rebellion—an underground operative, a shadow in the very system he helped build. Now hunted as a fugitive, he carries the twin burdens of knowledge and guilt, knowing the secrets he holds could either shatter the Authority or doom all who defy it.

Myra Enden

In ancient Edson, she walks beside the legend, yet never in his shadow. Myra is Vear’s guide through a land steeped in dust and memory, her presence a steadying weight against the pull of destiny. Where others might kneel in awe, she meets him with level eyes— offering not worship, but questions that cut to the marrow. Through her, the reader glimpses the man behind the myth: the weight he carries, the quiet kindness that survives the scars, and the unspoken longing for a place to belong. Step by step, she earns the trust he guards like a blade, until she stands as one of the few who may call herself his confidant— a voice of reason when vengeance tempts, a mirror to the humanity he fights to keep.

Director Sael

Sael does not wield fear like a weapon—he lets it bloom in the silence he leaves behind. No raised voice, no pointed threats, only the steady weight of his gaze and the quiet certainty that he knows truths others would bleed, even kill, to unlearn. He moves through the corridors of power like a shadow without a master, carrying secrets that bend the fates of worlds. Those who cross him rarely hear their doom spoken aloud— they feel it, settling over them like a cold hand on the spine, and they understand too late that his silence was the warning.

Elias

Elias is a phantom of a race beyond the chains of flesh— a people who long ago shed the weight of bodies for the freedom of thought and light. The form he wears now—a striking man with silver eyes and a voice like a quiet tide— is no more than a mask, an interface woven for the sake of those still bound to time’s slow current. He is not a hand that shoves the wheel of fate, but a gardener of moments, planting small, almost invisible seeds in the soil of the present, knowing they will bloom decades hence. One word here, one withheld truth there— each a subtle nudge that bends the arc of Vear’s life, guiding him toward paths the younger man cannot yet see. To some, Elias is an enigma. To others, a myth. But to time itself, he is the quiet sculptor, shaping the unseen contours of destiny.

King Vezar

From the black stone heights of Mount Rael, King Vezar casts his shadow over the shattered heart of ancient Edson. A warlord forged in blood and calculation, he binds his rule with chains of fear, hoarding relics of a brighter age as if their power might make his reign eternal. To the scattered tribes of the outlands, he is the Bone King— a tyrant draped in the trophies of the dead, a sovereign who claims the mantle of ancient kings yet wields it as a blade against his own people. Few dare to challenge him beneath the gaze of his citadel’s black spires. Fewer still survive the sentence he calls justice.

Thomel

In the forge-fires of Redhearth, Thomel shapes more than metal—he shapes survival. This small but steadfast settlement, cradled in the untamed wilds of ancient Edson, knows no sprawling cities, no gilded courts— only the unyielding bond of those who endure together, and the crafts that keep the darkness at bay. Thomel is a master of rare metals, drawing strength from the earth’s bones to arm his people against the teeth of both beast and man. When Vear is struck blind in battle, it is Thomel who tempers steel and spirit into a single work— a visor wrought not only for protection, but as a sacred emblem of endurance and command. In the glow of his forge, iron sings, and from that song rises the legend of a leader who would not bow to fate.

Jeffrey

Jeffrey Kaelith moves like wind over stone—present, yet unseen. At twenty-six, he is young by the measure of soldiers, but the borderlands of ancient Edson raised him in the long shadow of war. There, survival was not won by strength of arm, but by speed, silence, and the instinct to vanish before the danger found you. He is no warrior in gleaming armor, but a scout whose worth is measured in what he learns and how he returns. Jeffrey can read a trail as if it were a written map, sense the weight of eyes in the dark, and know the measure of a stranger before a word is spoken. To the Resistance, he is their eyes where none dare look. To the enemy, he is the whisper they cannot catch.

Marik Neovoss

Captain Dalen Voss is a veteran tactical officer of the Authority’s outer sector, long respected for his rigid discipline, precise threat containment, and unwavering loyalty to protocol. His reputation faltered when Subject Kor—later known as Vear—vanished from the surveillance grid, and Voss was tasked with leading the massive search across Caelion. Despite deploying vast resources and orchestrating full-system sweeps, the operation failed, drawing the scrutiny of Internal Oversight. Instead of being removed from command, Voss was forced to continue the mission under the direct authority of Agent Thalos, a humiliating demotion that stripped him of his autonomy and ignited a quiet, bitter rage beneath his polished exterior.

Seran Dorr

Seran Dorr is a man in his late forties to early fifties, with weathered features and greying hair that speaks to both age and authority. His sharp, composed expression and calculating eyes give little away, studying everything while revealing nothing. He dresses in finely crafted robes marked with subtle embroidery and symbols of status, embodying quiet power without extravagance. His presence is calm and dignified, his voice measured and low, projecting the assured authority of a leader from ancient Edson.egend of a leader who would not bow to fate.

Beasts of Aether and Void

In the universe of Vear- The First Dreamer, worlds are shaped not only by the rise and fall of civilizations, but by the creatures that walk, soar, and stalk across them. From the fragile grazers of high-gravity plains to the armored predators lurking in shadow, each species carries within it the history of the worlds it inhabits.

The Beasts of Aether and Void are more than curiosities of distant ecosystems — they are reflections of survival, adaptation, and wonder. To know them is to glimpse the soul of the Vear Universe itself.

The Rulie

The Rulie stand just a breath behind the ascension of Elias’s kind— nearly as advanced, yet still choosing to walk within the boundaries of flesh and form. Where others seek dominion, the Rulie seek harmony. To them, the universe is not a cold mechanism, but a living equation— a song written in the pulse of stars, a rhythm in the spinning of worlds, a force that exists only because it is witnessed. It was the Rulie who first gave shape to the harmonic interfaces— crystal-born instruments that translate the hidden language of creation into thought, will, and sentient understanding. From their forges of light and resonance came the Star Sword, its blade cut from pure Blue Crystal, crafted with the belief that such a vessel could channel Will itself without succumbing to corruption. To hold their creations is to feel the hum of the cosmos in one’s hand— a reminder that power, in its purest form, is not taken, but tuned.

Vel Tharuun

Vel Tharuun is no god— but a thought older than time, a shadow older than light, a wound in the fabric of meaning itself. It is the Dreaming Abyss, where form unravels, memory fades, and all returns to the silence before creation. Some say it cannot be destroyed— only defied by a will strong enough to dream a world it cannot understand. The Black Crystal is said to be: a shard of its mind, a prison forged by ancient hyper-beings, or a beacon to lure the curious into breaking the seal. Those who seek it walk the edge of the Abyss— and the Abyss dreams of them in return.