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Fyve, or "Fives" as those who he interacts with call him, is a mimick who has chosen to mimic the appearance of me.

They are an energetic and incredibly kind person, albeit to a fault.

Over the several centuries I have spent watching over all, I can say that my son is definitely the best mortals have to offer.

I know not the outcome of a child born between a mortal and a god, but I predict it would disastorous.

So with that being said, Fyve is not biologically my son.

He very much already knows this, in fact it was moreso him who chose ME to be his father.

I never expected anything to refer to me as a father figure, so it is always strange when he calls me so.

He was quick to percieve my discomfort, however, and now refers to me as "Starman".

A name I am not quite particular to, but it is better than "dad".

Fyve is gifted with an incredibly unique power I have not seen any other mortal possess.

Unlike other Mimicks, Fyve can also mimic the very cardinal energies that make up others beings.

Simply put, he can absorb magic from those around him and learn from it, even outright use the abilities and techniques of others.

He insists on calling it "copy casting".

This power also comes with the addition of making him a terrifyingly fast learner.

Even though this power is strong, he has yet to be able to mimic any of my starcasting, nor can he copy my ability to teleport.

Though it is probably for the best if he never learns that second ability...

A part of me suspects that this ability is the reason he was completely alone when he first met me.