Computer Mind

Triat's right-side mind works as quickly and accurately as a supercomputer.

Technological Genius

Triat's right-side mind can immediately comprehend anything technological they are presented with, both its function and the means necessary to work it.

Equilibrium Sense

The ability to instinctively sense when things are out of balance between their technological and magical aspects and actions.

Verbal Speech

The ability to communicate in spoken words.

Magical Aptitude

Triat's left-side mind is capable of any and all magics that can be learned as a skill (versus possessed innately or restricted by species/diety worship/etc.).

Magical Savant

Triat's left-side mind can immediately comprehend any magic it observes, both its purpose and the means necessary to manipulate it.

As something of a result, Triat is a creature whose actions are very strongly guided by an innate sense of balance and equilibrium. They cannot enforce balance across the universe, nor within the Fate, nor in fact do they desire anything of such far-reaching results. What Triat craves is balance in their actions and deeds. An act of magic must be soon followed by a working of technology, and vice versa. For them, it is a compulsive behavior, like an itch that must always be scratched, lest it drive them mad from trying to ignore it instead.

Because of this core need to their behaviors, Triat often comes across -- ironically enough, for their magical side -- as rigid, even robotic. Their internal world is one of constant assessment and reassessment, which leaves fairly little room for spontaneity. That's not to say that they are incapable of such things, however. When they are neither working their magics nor exercising their technological know-how, they feel much less restricted in the actions they are capable of taking. It's not uncommon, though, for them to act out other lesser acts of balance just for the sake of comfort in such things: eating a fruit after a vegetable, telling a story after listening to one, or taking a long flight after a long walk.

For a long time, the Fate was a place they felt comfortable. They did not question their work, for it satisfied their most inescapable instincts.

Perhaps it only stood to reason that an act of questioning would finally follow one of long obedience.