Winterlord, Maw of Eternity, God of Timelessness. Kosmos is a creature of many names and natures. Once the cold herald of an all consuming alternate universe he freed himself of such metaphysical shackles and took up the life of a wanderer.
Standing over 7 foot tall, his is a feline figure cared out of variable slats of finely polished teakwood. His natural color is the fine golden brown so typical of teak. Tiny vertical slats cross down his shape making him appear not unlike a mannequin. Rather than a typical 1 pair of arms, he possesses 2. The second set of arms is a smaller forward facing duplicate of the originals. Stranger yet, the one exception to his entirely wooden body is his larger left arm which seems to be finely crafted steel. As if he removed an arm from a suit of armor and replaced his original with it.
Regardless of composition his hands are fine and delicate. With eternal grace they tread the very fabric of space time between expert fingers. Forward, backwards, reality of when and where is his to command. Often he reaches towards his brow, where a soft wooden face gazes out, not with the once cold sapphire gems, but two polished golden orbs that express a fine range of emotions. His hair if you would call it that is a fine silver sheen of liquid time. He crops it close to his ears and only a tiny tied back ponytail drifts towards his shoulders. Anything touching this hair finds itself frozen from reality as we know it.
He is clad only in a black silken loincloth. The cloth has a lovely lotus design woven into it and shimmers with coppery brilliance out from the dark material. Holding the cloth up is an old leather belt, attached to which are well used bags of various materials and mementos. Across his wooden form are layers of paint and etchings. Like a school art project he has everything from a childishly drawn scene upon his back to almost photo realistic facial features worked into one half of his face. To make up for a lack of a tail, someone has attached a cat o nine tails to his belt and laced fancy bows into the tasseled ends. He smiles warmly to you.
Background: Kosmos is a contradiction. Born from a universe’s mad need to consume the entirety of everything he found himself an agent of anti-entropic causes. Possessing a vast array of time manipulation and reality reweaving powers he had thought his goal to save everything in the universe from Entropy. Little did he know the lies in the very origin of his being and cause? Falling deeper and deeper into madness it took a painful encounter with one he would call friend a greater understanding of a being called Prime for him to reach peace with himself. No long a puppet for his creators now a willing agent of the Museum he strives to understand himself and the ever present…Unity.
Faction: Curators
HomeWarp: Residing in the ruins of an arcology in DownWarp, Kosmos is ever a friendly host, as long as you don't mind the almost statuesque denizens of said arcology frozen in time and place by countless strands of his webbing. He explains if asked it was a desperate attempt to save this dying place and it's way. He's rather please with saving the people, if not the structure, even though large pieces of it still float unsupported yet solidly in place with his webbing.