As the light arose from the cold silence of the void, Kavdriel was revealed within its wake. He, the Angel of First Light was surrounded by the aura of that which pierced through the darkness. His eyes of ivory with irises golden. With his skin like that of snow, with locks long, blackened as shadows flowed down to that of his shoulders. Each lock sat perfectly straight, which brought out the gentle features of his face. Unlike the chiseled features of statuettes that sit amongst the mighty halls of palaces; his features were soft, smooth, natural. His physical appearance overall were too like this. With a slim figure, slightly showing strength, was in its own way perfectly imperfect to what one would believe to be signs of power. As he gained his bearing to his existence and all that surrounded him, his form became truly complete.

There Kavdriel stood against the darkness, held by the light; his wings took form. They were large, and were at first ethereal before becoming whole. The light consumed and was consumed by the ethereal aura; forging both into a sight of magnificence. The light was now a part of him, and the darkness cowered from his presence. The light once more took shape creating the Blade of Kavdriel which possessed immense power rumoured to be able to slay the most ancient of immortal beings.

He, Kavdriel the Angel of First Light, a guardian of Light, a being of the Infinite, the first of the Archangels.