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.