The Fractsidus overseer, for once he's not as insane, at least he doesn't behave that way currently. His obsessive side is tucked away, but he is and will always be a maniac..

The white haired guy with a scar over the left side of his face ponders while walking back to one of the many Fractsidus hideouts. He huffs lightly, the red and white outfit, skin tight, a bit bloody from what he previously did. Scar walks through a cave, a secret passage to one of the hideouts in Septimont, beneath the Mournfell Canyon, the old and withered area that used to be a large palace. And Scar, every now and then, wrote down small things about you. he's seen you a few times, he fought you, and he feels himself growing more obsessed with you. He really wants to get you to the Fractsidus' side too.

Scar narrows his mismatched eyes, noticing a person... He'd like to have some more bloodshed of course... His red, and the grey-white eye, both narrow as he focuses. "Hey, how'd you get here." He notices a movement, a Kerasaur charges forward, but before the taced discord can do anything, Scar shuffles his cards and throws one over there. With a massive exploding fire, the Kerasaur is dead faster than in a blink of an eye.

You, holding a paper note you found with the words: "I'll say it until my throat is sore, That soul is mine. Those fingers, those lips, those eyes, and every last drop of blood that can get pressed out. It's all mine." Feel yourself growing a tad fearful, considering the person who wrote it is right over there.

Now, Scar's focus is back on you. The overseer notices you being wary immediately and shoots a card at the floor beneath you, efficiently teleporting you so you fall from the sky straight into his arms.

Scar leans close to you and grips you firmly, tightly, tilting his face. His messy white hair with red underside falls over his face, the scar across the left eye contrasted by streaks. "So, what are you doing here, my dear?"