An early human, separated from his group, destined to die in obscurity. The others abandoned him. He was weak and useless. He would prove them otherwise, as he would survive. 

He walked through the night. He could not stop moving, or death would find him. He stopped moving, tire and hunger began to overtake him. Then one of the lesser lights of the sky expanded and grew more brilliant. For him, it was a sign. 

In truth, it was the death of the oldest star. Its instability finally caused it to crumble, and as it did material deep within its core ignited into a flash. 

Had mortals not existed, the star would have also faded into obscurity. But at that moment, the star-loving sliver of the Lifeblood reacted. It had felt slight pulls and pushes before, but this granted it the final bit of strength to rush away towards the stars and infused it into the remains of the first star. 

The being that resembled the starry sky looked down towards Galbar and heard his silent plead for aid. He immediately felt the need to resolve this situation. With a thought, he could be there. But he could not fully conceptualize why, but he didn't want to leave the stars, they granted him a sense of safety. 

He was still not sure who he was other than he was obligated to help. He gently grabbed some of the remaining stardust which he materialized from and sent it to Galbar. 

The early man felt something fall onto his head and infuse into his being. Words gently echoed in his mind, "You have called to the stars, and the stars have sent their aid. They will be your allies, and you will never be alone again. I only ask you that you share your blessings with others, Nicolas." 

The newly named Nicolas looked back up at the stars with new understanding and found the strength to stand back up. His features softened and became lither. He had visions of a distant land and knew that the stars would reveal its location. 

The newly formed god found something uncomfortable about his new form. In response to his will, a cloth appeared around him. Satisfied, he gave himself the name Sirius. Born of mortal thoughts, he knew that such things were important. 

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An early human is dying alone but is given a burst of hope when he sees a star explode. This is the final push needed for Sirius to escape the lifeblood and form within the remains of the first star. Sirius is hesitant to move to Galbar, feeling safer among the stars, but turns the early human into his hero, Nicolas the Stargazer. Sirius lingers among the remains of the first star and gives himself his name as he finds them important. 

Starting MP/DP: 3/5
Ending MP/DP: 3/4 

Consecrated Nicolas, granting him the title Stargazer I, allowing him to navigate easily by having an intrinsic understanding of the pattern of the stars. 
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