<strong>Name</strong>: Tiam (Form 1) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308096#msg7308096)<br/><strong>Species</strong>: Unknown (Assumed to be Demigod)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: D.C.E. Headquarters<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anyone<br/><br/>He regarded both men for a moment longer, lounging back slightly in the chair before resting on leg up on the other.  They spoke of messengers and summons.  It was a concept Tiam hadn't been acquainted with in quite the length of time.  In fact, the last time he was summoned, he came into being.  The initial lie that caused him to form and live was a song to him.  He hadn't heard such sweetness again, but in every lie he is present to witness, he gets the most miniscule glimpse of that time.<br/><br/>Tiam looked to Oleg, "I'm feeling left out now.  No one came looking for me.  I just sort of...showed up." He explained.  The entire thing was a sham though.  He knew that the world as the mortals knew it could not accept such things existing.  Demigods and magicians were things of make believe.<br/><br/>"Do you believe they are?"  He asked Oleg in his most charismatic tone yet, referring to his mention of the small mythical men dressed in green.<br/><br/>The three sided conversation was disturbed by the entrance of a fourth party.  Her mere presence gave Tiam the sensation of sin and death.  It appeared that whatever these creatures had been called here for was in need of a diverse range of talents if there was a demoness included alongside a human and some other kind of powerful being.  Tiam hadn't quite figured out what he was, but he knew that he wasn't just human.  It appeared his intentions were noble, however, which made Tiam smirk because he knew that those which such pure souls often clashed with demons.  He would simply wait to see how it went though.<br/><br/>