Catching the soft, glowing, green eyes from under a hood of pure gold fleece. Its large head expanding the hood to its limits. From the shoulder of this beast down to its feet... Hangs a gorgeous royal blue, silk robe. Stiched along it are many archaic phrases and drawings. As a gust of wind opens the robe, you see the jelly like body of this being. Its skin covered in a slimy residue glows softly as it moves about. Out of the sides of the robe extend six sleeves each one bearing a large tentacle, though unlike the rest of its body, the tentacles seem rigid and callous. The six arms each bear an item. The first, holds a large book made of solid black marble with pages of shimmering silver. The second, holds a scroll covered in the brown stains of dried blood. The third, a stave of adamantium. Around the fourth floats a blue globe immersed in lightning. The fifth, a fresh brain still dripping with the blood of its past owner. While the sixth remains empty, moving about making strange gestures. The robe is loosely tied with a ill-matched red, velvet belt. As the breeze dies down, the robe clings to a pair of scrawny tentacles which appear to be holding this thing up with ease. Each leg leaves a mucus trail as they touch the floor. His head cocks back and he begins to utter some incomprehensible phrases. As his head drops back down his eyes fix on you...