From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
|Eye Color:||opaque and dull|
|Occupation:||Force of Nature|
|Place of Birth:||'|
|Base of Operations:||'|
|Desiccation, Obfuscation, Defilement|
|No additional information available.|
Every source of light casts shadows to a black horizon. Likewise, every wellspring of life is bounded by the unliving; inimical spirits that oppose all life. With his intelligence, man has ventured to live in places alien to him, and in the process, called into existence his own opposite. When humans came to the Americas, trailing down the west coast and inland, into forests and mountains and deserts, the creature nowadays called "Dust Father" began to walk as a man. The earliest settlers paid it trembling respect, but settled the land anyway, and assumed that because no reprisal was forthcoming in a few generations, that the spirit of the desert was showing them tolerance. But unliving minds reckon time differently, and when the time came, Dust Father devoured entire peoples, including those archaeologists use the Navajo term "Ancient Enemy" for (Anasazi-- though the term would be a better description of Dust Father.)
Genocidal hunger satisfied for seven centuries, Dust Father has gradually stirred to life in recent times, watching in impotent fury as the new settlers from across the seas came, bringing cattle and irrigation and an obscenity of life to its part of the world. He was nearly destroyed, but to its astonishment, Dust Father watched the settlers begin to destroy themselves during the 1930s, and was fully restored and stronger-of-will than ever, by the end of the decade.
In concert with others of his kind, he embarked on a long-term plan; to destroy all life by heating up the planet.
Though he finds europeans and water both intensely repellant, Dust Father has set himself a challenge to master them and become ascendant on the Rogue Isles, making unwitting pawns of the living on behalf of unlife.
Ordinarily assumes the appearance of either a roiling cloud of awful dust, but somes takes on the guise of a dessicated corpse, or even sometimes one of the Anasazi priests from the old times.
A being on the cusp of wisdom, millenia of unreflective primitive experience in a weird alchemy with the mimicry of human intelligence. Dust Father is still distant from assuming a perosnal name, but definitely thinks of himself as a discrete entity with goals and emotions-- chiefly a bitter hatred of humanity, sometimes a grudging affection breaking through for predatory beasts, scavengers and rot and even for prolific murderers, especially if they are from indigenous culture orotherwise spartan in habits, as well as an ecstatic awe of natural disasters.
Total command over dryness, dust, defilement, and everything that blinds, chokes, and withers. (Fire/Dark controller)
Dust Father's struggle is not to be more powerful-- he literally wields the power of vast stretches of the earth's surface. Rather, it is to stay focused on human affairs and to exert his will on the narrow, fast-moving scale of human events, that is difficult for him.
Also, certain environments are unusually inhospitable to him-- specifically open stretches of water.