Myrkul has a cold, malignant intelligence, and speaks in a high whisper. He is always alert, never sleeps, and is never surprised. He is never known to lose his temper or be anything other than coldly amused when a mortal succeeds in avoiding his directives or chosen fates. His influence in Faerûn is imposed through fear, and he is a master of making mortals terrified of him through his words and deeds. At times, just to remain unpredictable, he seems almost kind and caring. His cowled skull head is known in nightmares all over Faerûn, and he is the one deity that almost all mortals can picture clearly. Myrkul takes care that all mortals think of him often - he is even known to materialize beside open graves, scythe in hand, just to gaze around at gathering mourners for a few silent seconds before fading away, in order to remind everyone that he is waiting for them all.