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So, I’ll just add one of my villains here too.  I really don’t know how many are present. Please let me know if there are already the 10 maximum, presently lurking here.

@this-is-not-an-alien

@erynne

@skylarynn

This character can pretty much speak for itself.

Description:

It is about 12 feet tall (3.65 meters).  Large woolly thighs, with a backward bend and shanked leg, the size of a stout tree. Its broad chest is blackened by soot and ash and matted with shaggy hair.  Its arms are muscular, and its forearms corded with tension and its hands are widened and powerful.  If it seizes a victim it can literally tear it apart with its brute strength and dismember it and crush its victim with those viselike hands.  This creature reeks of musk, oily unwashed hair, and rank sweat, and an oddly sweet pungency of decay from the gore that has been absorbed into its hair and flesh.  Its lower half is animal, most likely a mountain ram, but far more massive in size than any natural-born creature. Its upper torso and shaggy head are that of a giant man, though there is a wildness in its face that defies any traces of its former and ancient humanity.  Its eyes are glazed with cataracts that appear barely visible under a hazy blue film.  Its nostrils are wide and flaring, almost pig-like, but still human in shape.  It is unclear what its eyes are truly seeing because they move and shift erratically like they are trapped in the ice of its cataracts and searching for the sight of the place its body occupies.  Its ears are buried in its long mane of oil and gore matted hair, but they can pick up the slightest noises, and the pulse and throbbing noises of a living beings’ rapid heartbeat.  Its head might appear almost fully, though wildly, human if not for the arced and curled ram’s horns jutting out of its occipital boned forehead, blackened by dried blood and cracking with flecks of its ancient age.  Its voice is deep and resonant and seems to arise in vibrations from the ground below one’s feet as if in a rumble that reverberates through those within hearing it speak.  Its voice has the quality of quiet rage lurking underneath, and portents of peril for anyone daring to stand before it without trembling.  It can smell fear, and it is addicted to that scent as well as the smell of spilled blood.

One never knows which side of this half-human half-beast monstrosity’s tormented mind one might be speaking to.  It loathes all humanity it encounters because it secretly misses its own, and the sanity it once possessed when it was only one thing and not the unholy combination of two. It longs for the human legs and feet it once had in its ancient dwelling in the Old World that is forever lost to it and has cursed it to bear this form.  It stands on two massive cloven hooves, that are splayed from age, and the hard bones of its inner heels have almost worn through the horned cleft of its feet.  It moves in constant pain, because of this, and that fuels its rage, and its frustration that it must ultimately rely on the sight of underlings to see the world in which it would subdue, crush, devour and conquer as it sovereign and god.  Only the mirrored waters allow it to see the world forever lost to it. But it can still whisper to the dreams of humankind in that ancient world. It can meddle in the lives of the unregenerate and willful as long as they seek power for themselves apart from the One True that bond he and his followers to this interworld prison of immortality except through violence as it ages along with the millennia passage of a world that once had hope in a promise of the One who would crush the serpent’s head once and for all.

His name was once something different than it is now, when he’d been a man and built a forge to mold and shape bronze and iron.  His name meant “World Spear, World Ruler/Government” for he was destined to rule and take up the failure of his ancient grandfather and fight the great serpent that had crawled into the between world.  He had carried the ram in his strong hands, to offer in appeasement to the God who wanted blood.

His old name was Tubal Cain, son of Lamech the manslayer. His mother’s name meant “buzzing shadow” for she was not of the old world when his father kidnapped her as his second wife from this world.  He was a man of both worlds, and the passage between them made a mockery of him. Now he would seek all power for himself and defy the Blood God and his new name meant that very word “All/Universal”: Pan.