♠︎Alagadda lord headcanons◆
Little dump of what I have so far for the lords <3 (cus I need to write for something scp related that isn't plaguemask lmao)
•Rundown•
Once a family of nobles from overseas, the four siblings made their way through the court and found themselves in the favor of the ruler that would become the hanged king. When the kingdom fell into what is now Alagadda, the ambassador pushed this further, granting the siblings the highest positions under him; with it, gifts to assist them in their new roles and ruling.
(So, ya, my lords were once human...and family!....uh in name only though... no surprise there.)
•Anatomy•
When the kingdom first fell, the lords, much like the citizens, looked as close to human as they could; as if they were only dressed for the carnival. As time passed, and as the world twisted further, so too did they slowly lose what humanity their body's retained. What was once just a staggering height and opulent clothes separating them from the rest slowly molded into shapes and forms worthy of the turm eldritch. Like that of incects.
Still, the mind is warped in odd ways within the city walls. To most, they seem as human as they once were. Those who see how they really look rarely live to tell the tail.
The body they hold are like that of dolls, appearing as if made of the finest porcelain and glass; the thin outer layer of skin cracking as such when injured.
They're blood now the color that defines them. Each with powers of illusion and manipulation of the mind.
•The White lord•
Once the head of the church, the wearer of the diligent mask is often considered the highest of the lords. Having held authority with her siblings since long before alagadda as the oldest, she takes her position in the court with pride, though it is constantly difficult to tell. Rarely exspersive pass a booming voice, she carries herself with a level of grace that seems above the debauchery in the streets. A scholar in her own right, she is deeply devoted to the court, to the kingdom, and to the purpose the ambassador has given her, still treating herself as the priestess she once was.
With the ability to control light and shadow, to see into the mind and harness what is needed, the lord holds her position and power unmatched.
The gift she received were scriptures, history of belief, magic and monsters.
•The Black lord•
Ah, our familiar 035.
Once the jester of the kings court, and becoming a trusted confidant as a result, they swiftly became the hanged kings favorite. Now the wearer of the anguished mask, to say the shift in power left them deeply..displeased would be an understatement. They never liked the ambassador. That much was clear, their favor being cast to the wayside and making things far more difficult for them. Still, they thrived within a position of such high power.
The other lords were dangerous and cruel, but the black lord was especially so. Taking joy in playing around with lives as they saw fit, feeding off the anguish they felt within them. A lover of theater and the arts, he saw the citizens as his own personal play, and they themselve as it's director.
Albeit...with one exception.
Sickness was rare in alagadda, as it was hard to infect what was already "dead." When it did strike, it was sudden and unnerving. The lord had never expected to fall ill, but by the end of the day, he was bedridden. Within a week, with no answer found, it was certain that he may wither away, as close to dead as he could get. That's when a familiar face found itself back in his court. Just another traveler who had lost himself to the kingdom. The book under his arm his only teather to reality. In one day and one night, the lord was cured. From their, he let his curiosity grow, the doctor's mind was odd, for it was not one he could access. A fixation that would grow and change, one that would stay with him for centuries to come.
However, they life they lived within the palace was not one they would keep. Charged with treason after their disloyalty to the ambassador became clear, they were captured, tortured, and their mask cut from their body. Cast out to a unknown backwater dimension with only a fragment of whom they once were.
They powers the held felt fitting for an anguish's being, rivers of black "tears" pouring from their mask, destroying most of what it touched. Sometimes, it appears as it their whole body was melting, swimming through the air like a jellyfish made of the blackist blood. From that ooze can rise tendril-like appendices to assist when needed.
The gift they were given was a fine quill. They would often use their own corrosive to write.
•The Yellow lord•
Once the head of the royal guard, the wearer of the odious mask is anything but pleasant, still carrying himself as if he was a general.
Angry and aggressive in his demeanor, he is deeply intimidating to all but his fellow lords, who find it more annoying than anything. Among the feasting and copulation in the streets, it's not uncommon for menny to indulge in their more violent desires. Bloodshed is far from uncommon, and the yellow lord is proudly at that helm, encouraging the mess and often hosting competitions for all to see; offering rewards to the victors.
With the ability to control the blood and flesh of others, the examples they make are only the most gotesque display.
The gift they received was a dagger, made of the finest gold.
•The red lord•
Once the chamberlain, the wearer of the murthful mask never lost her love for gatherings or indulgence. Living up to her tidal, she always appears excited or intoxicated. Unlike her siblings, the lord never cares for class or rank. The gatherings she hosts always open to rich and poor, young and old; as long as you were fun, you were welcome. Just as this trait makes her seem so much more inviting than the other lords, just the same, it's where her ill intent lies. Evry one is an equal opportunity, another poor soul to insnare within the indulgence and debauchery of the city. Thus, she proves her worth constantly, even if her presentation is rather unconventional.
A lover of all things opulent and spectacular, her dress outdoes even the other lords, and she is the only one of the four to decorate her mask with makeup. Having a consistent stream of musicians, artists, dancers, and the like in her sted is no surprise, just as the ungodly amounts of food and drink; each lased with something to intoxicate further. Whether it be a fine wine to get you more drunk than you thought possible, deserts that dubble as aphrodisiacs, or the most tender of meat coming straight from your fellow citizen.
Given her affinity for entertainment, it makes sense that her powers come in the form of illusions and the ability to manipulate one's preseption. From simple party tricks to full hallucinations; even extending to her own body, being able to vanish in a puff of red smoke.
The gift she was given was, no surprise, a bottle of wine, the first of menny.
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I'll add more to this when I have more but yah! Feel free to ask questions if you want <3
