The Mask: The old man is skeletal, with piercing eyes and only a few whisps of hair. His silver-capped smile reminds people of a grinning skull, and since he grins so often the image is never far from the mind when he's around. He dresses in old-fashioned double-breasted suits like a funeral director, which is why many people are surprised to learn he considers himself an artist. He moves just a bit too quickly for one so old.



The Mien: The ancient man is clearly not human beneath his Mask, despite how similar he looks to it. His skin is ashen, and his silvered smile is a terrible rictus, even when angry. He moves much, much faster than he looks like he should, and he always seems to have tools on hand, even when idle. Ghostly strings dangle from his fingertips, trailing off into mist...but before they fade, they always seem to be angled toward you.