Masked in the most generic of artifacts, the aptly ubiquitous and yet never overstated "masK" Pain of the First don, or "Vicious" resembles an entertainer with silken attire that trims with blue and yellow starmetal, and has a moonsilver set of clasps, the marriage of zipper and buttons. Vicious has the cadence of a man whom no longer can hold the belief of time. He is often sober and pragmatic, but calm, only speaking with a commanding voice when angered, without so much as raised voice, much like the dynastic pedigree of Immaculate.

Vicious' features mark him as male, of undetermined ethnicity and age, though the latter practically has just as little bearing as the former. He speaks with tenor, not unlike a professional performer, and orator. He is roughly six feet tall, but even that is unclear, at time bordering on seven feet, at others closer to just under four and half, but never with stretch or crook in his posture.

No one, and that is, no one meets him twice, but instead his many, in fact innumerous, puppets. To even grace the acknowledgement of this fact is sign of familiarity. All his puppets wear the guise, they are but dolls past their youth's attention, nameless and forgotten.