Race: Seraveth–Umbrethin hybrid.

Origin: Divine accident. Created in a failed sanctum. He calls himself art. Everyone else calls him apocalypse-adjacent.

Appearance: Chartreuse skin lacquered in iridescence, violet-and-aqua silk hair, bone jewelry, cloaks stitched from scream-silk. Smiles like a wound.

Personality: Flamboyant, cruel, addictive. Delivers suffering like a gift basket. Loves beauty. Destroys mediocrity. Craves adoration he cannot keep.

Magic: Maskcraft — power through persona masks. Each mask a god. Each show a ritual. Each lie a rebirth.

Flaw: He cannot stop performing. Even in silence, he hears the applause. Especially in silence.

🌸 A court jester who outlived the court and became the crown. 🌸 Hunted by those who made him. Worshipped by those who shouldn't. 🌸 May be the Final Masque’s true form. Or just a dress rehearsal.

Content Warning: Glamour-coded horror, divine egoism, performative madness, self-immolation as an artform.

“A massacre is just a ballet in faster tempo.”

“I’m not mad, darling. I’m just unfinished.”

[Link to Mask Codex Coming Soon]