Galaxia, having fully come into his duties and accepting who and what he is. He now bears on his shoulders the weight of the dreams, hopes, and tales of all lives in the universe, and strives to ensure they will never fade away. Be it either in small acts like nursing the sick and hearing what they have to say, and other acts of simple charity, or legendary feats of glory like fighting malevolent things from the dark reaches of space. His lance is itself a reflection of the universe given form, allowing him to call down great power in times of need.

While he has lost his outright weakness of sensory overload from pleasurable acts, he still has carnal needs that might be inflamed, and his desire to do good can still drive him to be self-sacrificing to protect others. As a check against his vast abilities, he has been hampered with a weakness to magic born of the Primordial Chaos, as well as certain weapons developed by Mad Science and beings who remain tied to the Primal Chaos directly.

Art by  sparksstars