- Intro Video
“When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly; in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of spring’s flowering meads; when learning stripped earth of her mantle of beauty, and poets sang no more save of twisted phantoms seen with bleared and inward-looking eyes; when these things had come to pass, and childish hopes had gone away forever, there was a man who travelled out of life on a quest into the spaces whither the world’s dreams had fled.”
- Who Am I...
The Shifting Madness
- My Appearance
There is no original form as the body changes with his thoughts. No parts, no innards. A mass composed of that which unites energy and matter. Perfect Gestalt.
When manifesting he takes on the distorted beyond recognition appearance of the reluctant host – Naadir Nasimov. A serpentine grin slits the face turning it into a mask of malicious mirth. The hair becomes slick like snake skin and lays back sometimes seeming to writhe with prehensile virility. His skin is white as porcelaine and emits a cosmic cold which sears flesh upon touch. Glimmering poisonous silver eyes peer at the world with predatory concentration and carnivorous intent.