Cerca

oh, what a dusty burden, that nectar and that pollen / like atlas with the heavens on the back of his head

"Following third was a skeletal man, plated in shadowy chitin and bronze armor as if he were an insect. A length of dark, straight hair flowed loose and free from beneath his horns, framing a long, ghoulish face and drifting over the off-hued stained glass of bug wings. Black cloaked his every limb, billowing over his starving, shivering figure, hiding the bones within sheets of woven shadow. His outstretched hands and arms were scales, crawling with locusts and wasps and flies, all as wrathful and famine-wracked as he."

Cercagregariaeelzelus is the third of the four Annex generals, and though most of their actions occur behind the scenes, they are almost single-handedly responsible for keeping the fledgling empire from collapse. Extremely intelligent and coldly logical, Cerca came from a land of black sand and tragedy, and clawed his way up out of slavery to a position of authority--now, he follows only one master, and stays in position by his own will alone. Zi sees much, speaks little, and sleeps even less than zi talks, and seems to be almost constantly in motion, buzzing away at one of zir current projects at all times of bright and dim.

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