The figure before you appears human. His eyes are covered by a linen cloth and he wears a simple robe of pure white. In his hands he holds a shallow, marble bowl into which he appears to be gazing, despit his obvious blindness. The air around him seems to twist and ripple.
Born from the fabric of the First World in a place where time is in a constant flux Illuistar was born/died. He had a passion for knowledge that leads him out into the World of the Real. Standing outside the fabric of time, he saw a myriad of potential futures and so acted on them, gathering objects that will prove useful, he hopes, to a new band of heroes. The pebble has been sent down the mountainside he must now allow events to proceed naturally though he may have to nudge it a bit in the past/future.