I have been thinking about going in a.bit unconventional direction since I have been been inspired by Trazyn the Infinite. The question is would this fit into your world view of Lunars:
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In the shadow-shrouded city of Sijan, where the funereal arts flourish and the dead are venerated, Khion Tenebris was born amidst the ancient tombs and echoing dirges. A family of skilled morticians and exorcists, the Tenebrises were well-versed in the ceremonies of death, serving both the living mourners and the ethereal spirits with equal devotion.
His childhood was steeped in the lore of Sijan’s macabre traditions, under the dense canopy of leafless black trees. His hands, though young, were steady and precise, adept at crafting intricate tomb carvings and performing the sacred rites to guide the departed. Life was a harmonious cycle of work and worship, punctuated by the comforting regularity of familial bonds.
On a night painted with the radiant hues of a moon. Gathered with his family, their voices mingled in lively discussion about a new dragon-blooded king body, an intriguing figure of lore and might. As they spoke, an ethereal silver light began to emanate from Julian’s forehead—a mark unseen by him but unmistakable to his kin. In that same moment, Khion spoke of things that overtook him; visions of lives once lived, of souls long departed, as if he were recalling memories of another.
His family, seasoned in the secrets of the supernatural, recognized the signs of an Exalted being. Rather than shunning him or succumbing to fear, the Tenebrises, pledged to keep his true nature concealed from the eyes of those who might seek to harm him.
Compelled by visions of a past incarnation—a life brimming with purpose and peril—he sought out the Silver Pact.
His quest for understanding his past life led him to the Dreaming Sea, a region steeped in mystery and old magic. Here, his previous incarnation had left ripples through time—ripples that he could almost grasp but not quite hold. The elders of the Silver Pact, wary of what might be unearthed, remained tight-lipped, leaving him to grapple with fragmented visions and elusive truths. Here he will seek the rarest of creatures and immortalize them. He may even find a few rare souls worthy of being archived inside his own panoply of beings. That the Dreaming Sea might offer riches and creatures of great power to consume is certainly no draw back.
Now, drawn by the threads of fate and curiosity, he ventures to Champoor, the Nighted City cloaked in perpetual shadows. In this city he seeks not just artifacts or specimens but the echoes of his own past live. Each item he collects, each memory he uncovers, adds to the mosaic of his existence.
As he walks the maze-like streets of Champoor, he remains a collector. With every heart's blood he consumes, he inherits a fragment of another's being, becoming a living archive of countless lives. In the darkness of Champoor, perhaps he will finally uncover the threads of his old purpose, or perhaps he will find new mysteries to challenge the depths of his immortal soul.