Eyes: As white as the snow, and a glare as cold as ice. Two red lined trail from his white eyes to his chin.
Appearance: Wearing all red and black, Slade wears a black set of pants with a single red line going down the sides (on both sides), A gentleman's vest with a white collar and white buttons at the same time, having a red material within the collar. Set upon his shoulders are black and red pauldrons. He his sleeves are black, their cuffs being red. He has string wrapped around his fingers, that is also attached to his puppet, that has a stitched smile and dead white eyes. Slade wears a single earring, and he has long flowing black hair, giving off a hypnotic sense when it sways from time to time. He has black and red wings, and his hat, which is his favorite, is black and red with two rings pierced at the side, the top being a pentagram. Slade also does not have a mouth that can be seen, unless shown.
It is not known where he came from or how he came to be, but it is known however, of what he does. Atop a small town's mountain, is a ruined castle, where slade is said to wander. Not many have dared to enter the ruins to find such a being, said to create nothing but puppets and dolls, made from the soulless husks of his victims. The stories of his "Hobbies" were used as a way to scare children. Eventually the stories have gotten worse, now saying this being kidnaps villagers in the night and replaces them with a puppet clone, to wander town as its original looking for the next victim for its master. Eventually the town turned on each other out of paranoia, in time making the town as silent as the ruined castle sitting above. Not knowing the one who had been telling such stories was the being himself taking the simple form of a regular human being, they took such stories to heart, and with that killing themselves out of fear, not wanting to be the next victim, but little did they know, he had already made clone puppets of all of them, and little did they know, he had already claimed them all as his victims. As he made his way back to his ruined castle, he looked about his chamber of puppets, identical to the recently deceased. Since then, the town continued as usual, towns folk doing the same daily tasks as the old towns folk, still telling the stories of the being that wandered that ruined castle, waiting, for history to repeat itself.
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