Vengeance Reincarnate
archmage, scientist, magical wax construct
Ht: 6'6 / Wt: 220 / Hair: brown / Eyes: brown
Age: unknown / Status: *DESTROYED
As the doors swung wide, the figure by the fire rose from his chair. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his hair a flowing mane of chestnut waves, with only a hint of iron grey at his temples. His features were strong and symmetrical, with a regal bearing and his beard full, but carefully groomed. His eyes glinted sharply, like shards of volcanic glass, complimenting his severe expression. His voluminous plum-coloured robe seemed bulky, but underneath, golden armour gleamed, and in one hand he brandished a great sword pulsing with rivulets of lightning.
Created in the likeness of Amadeo Bronzanti in his prime of life, the False Bronzanti seemed to possess the skills and memories of the original, and as well, the ability to cast a variety of powerful spells, especially those that harness lightning or alter physical bodies.
So complete was this simulation that the False Bronzanti seemed not even to be aware of its own status as a copy until the very moment of its demise. Possessing a facsimile of Bronzanti's own mind, this revelation filled it with both existential horror and a wry admiration of its own reflected genius.
Shaped from enchanted beeswax, animated with ancient rituals, and imbued with raw magical life, this arcane simulacrum appeared to be indistinguishable from the genuine article.
Only when grievously wounded did the illusion began to fall away, for instead of blood, the False Bronzanti bled only golden honey from its wounds, and in its breast, only bees hummed where a human heart should have beaten.
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