Ashur-El Artashumara

Ashur-El Artashumara known to his adoring slaves by many titles, primarily the Glorious Martyred Prince of the Stillborn Soul; is the enemy of all who feel. His terrible genesis is full of the kind of promise and sentiment that pave the road to Hell.

Appearance
While composed, which is most of the time, Ashur-El's skin and eyes are as smooth and white as porcelain. His hair vaguely resembles a ruffled mass of sleek, black feathers. His features are delicate and fine-boned: small lips, high cheek bones, and thin lips. Ashur-El's expression is vacant, doll-like complacency. When he loses his composure, either in anger or mirth his features crack and fracture. His lips have trouble moving so they splinter and cracks spiderweb across his cheeks, revealing angry, red muscle tissue and razor sharp teeth. His eyes well with bloody tears as stone-like chips of skin flake off his brow and cheekbones. His slaves literally have to reassemble his face after such episodes, a task they perform with perturbing glee.

Personality
Ashur-El is seemingly as vacant as his usual expression. His slaves seem intent on interpreting his every breath and gesture, and he seems just as intent on not providing them with many examples of either. Though generally quiescent, when his passions are stirred they tend to take on an apocalyptic scope very quickly. He definitely hates anything that can described, however loosely, as a person.

About
"My lord, my king, my God, my moon and sun, the unconquered stars, the serene void between them; tidings from this unworthy servant, the bones and meat of this sad wasteform you deign to permit this life. I prostrate myself before you, seven times and seven times on the back and on the stomach. I have indeed performed the tasks worthier servants have set before me in your holy name. Who am I, the least of your servants, unfit to gaze upon the shadow you cast upon the meanest dirt; and what is anything I possess that the wishes of my lord, my king, my God, my moon and sun, the unconquered stars, the serene void between them, should not obey constantly and without fail?"

- An obsequious retainer of Ashur-El