The Maw of Crowns (Chimera)

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I SWEAR HE AIN'T OP (ngl he kinda is) AND IM NOT GONNA OVERDUE ANYTHING, I JUST LIKE BRINGING OUT THE FULL POTENTIAL OF WHAT I MAKE. JUST GIVE IT A READ PLEASE. ⲯ﹍︿﹍︿﹍ Identity and Presence ﹍ⲯ﹍ⲯ﹍︿﹍☼ Name: Uhh idk cuh Titles: The Maw of Crowns, Form-Reaver, The Black-Sigil Sovereign Height: 7'10"–8'0" Origin: Greek myth; adopted and deified in Ancient Egypt Species: Primordial Chimera Body Structure His frame is tall, broad‑shouldered, and unnervingly symmetrical — until you notice the four arms. The upper pair moves with slow, deliberate authority, often held in poised, ceremonial positions like a monarch addressing his court. The lower pair is more predatory: relaxed, ready, drifting like shadows waiting to strike. His musculature is defined but not brutish — more like a statue carved by ancient priests who feared to make him anything less than perfect. Skin & Texture His skin is a deep, rich dark brown, saturated with warm undertones that catch light like polished mahogany. It has a subtle, natural sheen — not metallic, not stone — but unmistakably alive, powerful, and rooted in a body that has endured centuries. In certain angles, faint sigils ripple beneath the surface, like memories of the beings he has consumed. Legs & Stance His legs are digitigrade, built for silent, predatory movement. He stands with the posture of a king who never needs to raise his voice — every motion is slow, intentional, and heavy with authority. Hands & Claws Each of his four hands ends in long, curved claws — not jagged, but elegant, almost ceremonial. The upper hands are steady and controlled; the lower hands twitch with instinctive readiness, like a creature always half a breath from violence. Overall Presence He is both beautiful and terrifying — a creature who looks like he belongs in temples, tombs, and nightmares alike. His presence feels ancient, sovereign, and inevitable. He does not walk — he arrives. He moves with the slow, absolute grace of a monarch. Crowds fall silent at his approach and priests treat his mask as a holy relic. His bearing is law and his silence is a sentence; kings consulted him as if consulting fate. ⲯ﹍︿﹍︿﹍ Masking The Mystery ﹍ⲯ﹍ⲯ﹍︿﹍☼ Mask: A crown and a seal, forged from temple metals and inlaid with obsidian and shifting sigils. The mask is the only constant—no one has seen what lies beneath. Some say it binds a horror; others whisper it amplifies a godly will. The mask is placed upon an ominous throne when he is not walking the earth, a relic of worship and a promise of return. ⲯ﹍︿﹍︿﹍ Abilities ﹍ⲯ﹍ⲯ﹍︿﹍☼ ☼ Devour and Become: He consumes the bodies of those he kills and can assume their forms. (This is not shapeshifting - it is assimilation) ☼ Drawbacks: Creates a major withdraw on energy, they're likely to freeze in place/disconnect from consciousness. ☼ Chimera Reconstruction: By combining traits of devoured creatures, he forges new hybrid bodies for himself. ☼ Drawbacks: Each body has its own weaknesses; they are immediately applied to the form he takes on. (Know your mythological creatures) ☼ Mythic Presence: His height and ancient aura induce instinctive reverence and terror. Animals bow. Humans freeze. God's take caution. ☼ Drawbacks: This makes it hard to sneak around and interactions harder to endure. He isn't in control of this, even in the form of something small his presence remains. ☼ Enduring Sovereignty: Centuries pass like nights; his power grows with each life he folds into himself. ☼ Drawbacks: He's both aware and unaware of his own strength. He isn't aware what it considered normal in the present. ⲯ﹍︿﹍︿﹍ Backstory and Banishment ﹍ⲯ﹍ⲯ﹍︿﹍☼ Feared in Greece as a wandering calamity, he crossed seas and deserts until Egyptian priests read his terror as divinity. They adopted him into their pantheon, anointed him with rites, and set him upon a throne of sand and stone. For ages he shaped kings and wars from the shadows, his temples keeping careful records of offerings and the shapes he favored. As his dominion swelled, other deities grew uneasy. A coalition of gods, fearing the way his hunger unmade the balance between life and death, conspired to seal him away. The world around him began to crumble as divine hands tore at the foundations of his c|_|1t. In a final, terrible ritual they bound him within a cavern carved like a sultan’s tomb, its walls hung with banners and braziers to mimic a court of rule and dread. He waits...