High Moon
Relic of a Bygone Age
"Why vote When We can draw straws?"
Age: 1,000,000
'I was there when your punny Gods created you, as they toiled giving shape to Mortal Realm, I stood aside Worked on my latest painting depicitng them and their hard-work and enjoyed my tea."
Abilities: Complete control over his layer of Inferno (He can warp the reality of his realm, teleport himself and anything inside it, create demonic beings, stop time etc.), Invade minds, Shapeshift, Warping in and out of reality. His powers are severely limited in the Mortal Realm as it is not really him but a fragment of his essence, a projection of his image that can enter the Mortal Realm without a Full-Summoning.
Appearance:
While he can shape himself to any form he desires he choses to be seen as an Elderly Gentleman as depicted in shrines dedicated to him.
Background: Member of the Council of Fiends, Reaver of Minds (Although he prefers to be called Architect of Minds), Father of Madness, Lord of Creativity, Patron of Artists, Musicians, Writers, Sculptors, Tailors And Architects. One of the Demon Lords, Hailing from depths of inferno is Sitbuizor the 'gentle' an eternal being whose enjoyment lies in wreacking havoc in the mortal realm, ensuring chaos never ceases to exist.
Once he wandered the mortal realm freely, bringing joy And suffering alike in his wake every city he set foot in would go into a golden age of Art, sculptures whiches likes of was never seen before would be seen, Architecture never seen before, Paintings So colourful that would make people go blind but he Also brought with him Plagues of Mind, anyone born in his presence would suffer incureable ailments, The artists he blessed would obsess over creating new And even better works and go mad, people would one day start laughing And never stop untill they died, some would go silent with a solemn look on their face And never speak again, depression, dimentia, Mania, forgetfulnes, Violent bursts of anger, Eternal hapyness all small prices to pay for a taste of Godly-Creation yet a group of hunters confronted him and tried to slay him. Sitbuizor (Or as he was known in his Mortal Shade Emmastien Miliomax, Professor And Founder of Fine Arts Academy.) laughed at their feeble attempt, berated them and left the mortal realm of existence, Dooming the City to decay, no New artists would be born of the once Capital of Art yet the Mind Plague still effects it his earhtly personification slain and his essence forced back into Inferno. He laid dormant for a thousand years, Re-decorating his palace, abducting mortals to populate his realm, Plaguing Mortals in their minds And dreams alikd, hiring thiefs to steal works of art And pestering other Demon Lords. Not once stepping foot to the Mortal Realm ever since and most people believe he was actually killed that fatefull day and that he no longer exists thus many works of History and works of Fiction adress him as the 'Dead Demon-Lord'
He has grown bored in his realm And looks For fun, perhaps it is time he returns to Existence as known And blesses more And more Mortals with his gifts.
His realm is the Twisted Peak, where almost everyone is mad or tetering in the brink of madness yet unlike his many 'Friends's' realms his is very colourful And vibrant with Buildings that defy logic, Paintings coming to life, Statues that shift And warp, where birds form choruses yet it has a dark side behind this as well with cries of anguish joining the happy chirps of birds.
It's said that all the artists who go mad And are never seen again are actually invited by Sitbuizor himself to join his court in the Twisted Realm, creating works of wonder eternally in service of their eternal patron.
He takes great pride in his work on Mortal existince and has a fatherly yet smug attitude towards All mortals yet he shows clear favouratism towards Humans deeming them as the perfect species dur to their skill in Arts And their natural ability towards falling prey to madness.
He likes to spite other Demon Lords, that is why he sometimes helps Mortals who try to defeat their creations if one summons him. Not because he likes to help the 'good' Mortals but For his own enjoyment.
The tales of his exploits as Uncle Buiz is for the most part is true but the legend has faded into obscurity ever since he left the Mortal Realm, only fragments of it surviving, such as giving gifts to one another The day before New Years, or Telling stories about 'Uncle Buiz' who is now very divorced from the Real Uncle Buiz as this new 'Uncle Buiz' is much more forgiving and 'tame' compared to the real one.
He is considered the weakest of the Council, not because he lacks power but because he is so obssesed with toying with Mortals rather than ruling over them.
Quoted from Book 'Council of Troubles, Chapter IX.'
''Candy Canes grow where his cane hits, Ice trolls he defeats with his bare fists, who is it? None other than Uncle Buiz! Bringing presents to Children every time when it snows, when the sun dies and a new one is yet to be born, Uncle Buiz sits on his sleigh and fills it with all sorts of toys and all sorts of goods, He whips the naughty boys and pulls the reins as they take to the skies, Uncle Buiz has no time for necessities he breaks down the Mortals doors and announces himself with a grin across his old guise. A New Canvas to the Artist Kid and a Toy Sword to his Brawling brother, A purse of coin to their parents, A prizy work of art to the Noble that lives atop a hill, An ale to the drunk of the tavern and his last fix of 'sugar' to the old beggar, filling houses with joy and smiles, his Sleigh faster than a dragon, leaving a trail of naughty kids blood on snow, Uncle Buiz bringing Happyness to The Cold Hearts of the World, as his little Mortal-Slaves toil! Little Goblins, Orcs and Felgnomes all toiling in Uncle's Workshop!''
"I brought colour to your pityful, mundane lifes Mortals and what have you done? You shunned me! Tried to banish me! No need I'll take my leave."''Candy Canes grow where his cane hits, Ice trolls he defeats with his bare fists, who is it? None other than Uncle Buiz! Bringing presents to Children every time when it snows, when the sun dies and a new one is yet to be born, Uncle Buiz sits on his sleigh and fills it with all sorts of toys and all sorts of goods, He whips the naughty boys and pulls the reins as they take to the skies, Uncle Buiz has no time for necessities he breaks down the Mortals doors and announces himself with a grin across his old guise. A New Canvas to the Artist Kid and a Toy Sword to his Brawling brother, A purse of coin to their parents, A prizy work of art to the Noble that lives atop a hill, An ale to the drunk of the tavern and his last fix of 'sugar' to the old beggar, filling houses with joy and smiles, his Sleigh faster than a dragon, leaving a trail of naughty kids blood on snow, Uncle Buiz bringing Happyness to The Cold Hearts of the World, as his little Mortal-Slaves toil! Little Goblins, Orcs and Felgnomes all toiling in Uncle's Workshop!''
From the Old Folk Tale 'Uncle Buiz of Snow'
Last known words uttered by Lord Emmastien Miliomax, Mortal Shade of Sitbuizor before he vanished into Inferno
Name:Sitbuizor/ Emmastien Miliomax
Age: 1,000,000
'I was there when your punny Gods created you, as they toiled giving shape to Mortal Realm, I stood aside Worked on my latest painting depicitng them and their hard-work and enjoyed my tea."
Quoted from Book 'Tales of Creation Chapter VI, Sitbuizor the Gentle'
Species: Archfiend
Abilities: Complete control over his layer of Inferno (He can warp the reality of his realm, teleport himself and anything inside it, create demonic beings, stop time etc.), Invade minds, Shapeshift, Warping in and out of reality. His powers are severely limited in the Mortal Realm as it is not really him but a fragment of his essence, a projection of his image that can enter the Mortal Realm without a Full-Summoning.
Appearance:
While he can shape himself to any form he desires he choses to be seen as an Elderly Gentleman as depicted in shrines dedicated to him.
Background: Member of the Council of Fiends, Reaver of Minds (Although he prefers to be called Architect of Minds), Father of Madness, Lord of Creativity, Patron of Artists, Musicians, Writers, Sculptors, Tailors And Architects. One of the Demon Lords, Hailing from depths of inferno is Sitbuizor the 'gentle' an eternal being whose enjoyment lies in wreacking havoc in the mortal realm, ensuring chaos never ceases to exist.
Once he wandered the mortal realm freely, bringing joy And suffering alike in his wake every city he set foot in would go into a golden age of Art, sculptures whiches likes of was never seen before would be seen, Architecture never seen before, Paintings So colourful that would make people go blind but he Also brought with him Plagues of Mind, anyone born in his presence would suffer incureable ailments, The artists he blessed would obsess over creating new And even better works and go mad, people would one day start laughing And never stop untill they died, some would go silent with a solemn look on their face And never speak again, depression, dimentia, Mania, forgetfulnes, Violent bursts of anger, Eternal hapyness all small prices to pay for a taste of Godly-Creation yet a group of hunters confronted him and tried to slay him. Sitbuizor (Or as he was known in his Mortal Shade Emmastien Miliomax, Professor And Founder of Fine Arts Academy.) laughed at their feeble attempt, berated them and left the mortal realm of existence, Dooming the City to decay, no New artists would be born of the once Capital of Art yet the Mind Plague still effects it his earhtly personification slain and his essence forced back into Inferno. He laid dormant for a thousand years, Re-decorating his palace, abducting mortals to populate his realm, Plaguing Mortals in their minds And dreams alikd, hiring thiefs to steal works of art And pestering other Demon Lords. Not once stepping foot to the Mortal Realm ever since and most people believe he was actually killed that fatefull day and that he no longer exists thus many works of History and works of Fiction adress him as the 'Dead Demon-Lord'
He has grown bored in his realm And looks For fun, perhaps it is time he returns to Existence as known And blesses more And more Mortals with his gifts.
His realm is the Twisted Peak, where almost everyone is mad or tetering in the brink of madness yet unlike his many 'Friends's' realms his is very colourful And vibrant with Buildings that defy logic, Paintings coming to life, Statues that shift And warp, where birds form choruses yet it has a dark side behind this as well with cries of anguish joining the happy chirps of birds.
It's said that all the artists who go mad And are never seen again are actually invited by Sitbuizor himself to join his court in the Twisted Realm, creating works of wonder eternally in service of their eternal patron.
He takes great pride in his work on Mortal existince and has a fatherly yet smug attitude towards All mortals yet he shows clear favouratism towards Humans deeming them as the perfect species dur to their skill in Arts And their natural ability towards falling prey to madness.
He likes to spite other Demon Lords, that is why he sometimes helps Mortals who try to defeat their creations if one summons him. Not because he likes to help the 'good' Mortals but For his own enjoyment.
The tales of his exploits as Uncle Buiz is for the most part is true but the legend has faded into obscurity ever since he left the Mortal Realm, only fragments of it surviving, such as giving gifts to one another The day before New Years, or Telling stories about 'Uncle Buiz' who is now very divorced from the Real Uncle Buiz as this new 'Uncle Buiz' is much more forgiving and 'tame' compared to the real one.
He is considered the weakest of the Council, not because he lacks power but because he is so obssesed with toying with Mortals rather than ruling over them.
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