Infuscal, the Penumbra of Grandeur Shall Eclipse all Light of Reason Lord Mountain
Specifically, Infuscal's name comes from the Latin origin for the word to obscure - infuscare. This is something he emulates both in action and in appearance, as he passes through landscapes seeking only to tear down what little meaning you've constructed for your personal reality.
Mindvoice
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The timbre of his voice is like ash smeared down a masterfully painted canvas - soft and muted, yet treacherous and awful. At times you may not even recognize that he's speaking at all, like a whisper in the back of your thoughts that might resemble a twisted conscious. It's deeper than an alto, a smooth baritone that doesn't need to raise in volume to establish distaste. Much of what he has to say isn't kind anyway, so thankfully he doesn't shout to make it perfectly clear he's upset.
The timbre of his voice is like ash smeared down a masterfully painted canvas - soft and muted, yet treacherous and awful. At times you may not even recognize that he's speaking at all, like a whisper in the back of your thoughts that might resemble a twisted conscious. It's deeper than an alto, a smooth baritone that doesn't need to raise in volume to establish distaste. Much of what he has to say isn't kind anyway, so thankfully he doesn't shout to make it perfectly clear he's upset.
Personality
Not a nice fellow, though usually his worst is reserved for Alex for making him as he is. He's abrupt and quite frankly, doesn't give a shit if you like him or not. He has an end-game for which only he knows the rules. It also isn't a particularly fun game. The gist of it is this: the more involved you get with the world, the more damage you inflict. So, do not help people selflessly - get them to help themselves or pay you with something of value if you absolutely feel obliged to assist. He can wheel and deal in ways that would make a Valdrim blush. Hell, he'll wheel and deal with the worst of the varguls if he damn well pleases. Secondly, curb your desires. Second guess yourself at every step you take. If you want something, first ask why. He frames it as being aware of who you are so that you know your limitations. There's nothing inherently wrong with knowing your limits and motivations. Third rule, question everyone because they aren't playing by the same rules as you are. They aren't holding themselves to the same standard that you, world killer, hold to yourself. Though, to his credit, he tries his best to get people to play his game. With violent ramifications.
Infuscal is a violent Lord. He is vicious, manipulative, and where there should be empathy toward other living creatures he only harbors cold cruelty. Still, he's also simultaneously aloof and quiet. He believes the world to be doomed and souls don't care much what happens to them. They also don't matter, if they even exist. So, this doomed world is all we have - and you fucks wanna keep destroying it. Keep getting involved and wanting to play hero. (He hates Hyro.) But there are always unintended consequences to your actions, consequences that can spell the death of another down the road. It's the mentality that a butterfly's wings can completely alter the course of history - and that's just a fucking butterfly. The people around him are usually much more complex, multi-faceted creatures that should know better than a dumb insect.
For the most part, however, his morality is grey. Alex and Tenera would like to think of him as ultimate evil. Yet, if he took a personality quiz or played a roleplaying game he'd come out as...good. An asshole, sure, but an asshole who just wants the world to be a better place. A peaceful, pristine world. A world he knows he doesn't deserve to be in, but for sure no one else deserves either. He just doesn't want to wear that mantle of hero like Alex, Tenera, or Hyro do.
Infuscal is a violent Lord. He is vicious, manipulative, and where there should be empathy toward other living creatures he only harbors cold cruelty. Still, he's also simultaneously aloof and quiet. He believes the world to be doomed and souls don't care much what happens to them. They also don't matter, if they even exist. So, this doomed world is all we have - and you fucks wanna keep destroying it. Keep getting involved and wanting to play hero. (He hates Hyro.) But there are always unintended consequences to your actions, consequences that can spell the death of another down the road. It's the mentality that a butterfly's wings can completely alter the course of history - and that's just a fucking butterfly. The people around him are usually much more complex, multi-faceted creatures that should know better than a dumb insect.
For the most part, however, his morality is grey. Alex and Tenera would like to think of him as ultimate evil. Yet, if he took a personality quiz or played a roleplaying game he'd come out as...good. An asshole, sure, but an asshole who just wants the world to be a better place. A peaceful, pristine world. A world he knows he doesn't deserve to be in, but for sure no one else deserves either. He just doesn't want to wear that mantle of hero like Alex, Tenera, or Hyro do.
Appearance
Height: 15' 3"
Length: 54' 1"
Completely bathed in monochrome, he appears washed out and lifeless, the embodiment of his voice. His eyes stream and fluid leaks from between his scales. He's also skinny, without much meat but still very strong if only for his sheer size. Like a skeleton, he moved through the Wastes, immune from the alter Alex that had devoured Isnit due to Alexander touching his egg with a tendril of pure negative energy. Alex has only himself to blame for Infuscal's construction. Maybe without his interference, the Mountain would have been an optimistic bringer of peace. Instead, he is corrupted from his mind to his body. During the winter, he doesn't develop downy feathers, and his skin cracks and bleeds in the harsh cold. His fire is also pathetic, a soft pink heat surrounded by a low heated and dull yellow flame. Spikes sprout up from the back of his head all the way down to his shoulders where his two immense, Gothic wings sprout.
Length: 54' 1"
Completely bathed in monochrome, he appears washed out and lifeless, the embodiment of his voice. His eyes stream and fluid leaks from between his scales. He's also skinny, without much meat but still very strong if only for his sheer size. Like a skeleton, he moved through the Wastes, immune from the alter Alex that had devoured Isnit due to Alexander touching his egg with a tendril of pure negative energy. Alex has only himself to blame for Infuscal's construction. Maybe without his interference, the Mountain would have been an optimistic bringer of peace. Instead, he is corrupted from his mind to his body. During the winter, he doesn't develop downy feathers, and his skin cracks and bleeds in the harsh cold. His fire is also pathetic, a soft pink heat surrounded by a low heated and dull yellow flame. Spikes sprout up from the back of his head all the way down to his shoulders where his two immense, Gothic wings sprout.