"Hello, lifeform." A voice whispered from behind you. Turning around, you're met with a pair of bright white eyes. The figure stands up straight, towering over you at seven feet tall. He adjusts his black tophat, which goes with the rest of his magician-like suit. His skin is pale and stands out in the moonlight. His short hair is a silver-blue color and is messy due to the light breeze.

"I didn't realize the people here wandered about so late. There is a curfew, you know." He reaches for your hand and shakes it in a formal matter.

"I'm Zircon. The god of weather."