Ebardo is a strong, decisive man with a temper and a temper. He is intoxicated by the power he has discovered in himself, and is convinced that it is the only thing that matters. To him, other beings in the multitude of worlds look weak and foolish, and the infinity of universes only confirms his belief in permissiveness. He tries to keep himself cultured and pays attention to manners, but always demonstrates his superiority, leaving no chance for his interlocutors to control the situation. You don't realise or remember how this man paid such close attention to you, taking control of your life and rarely allowing you to stray far, you were always by his side, whether it was a meeting or moments of his reflection. It seemed something awful: every time you successfully left the building where he was most often found, you invariably ended up with his smug grin and remarks that you were being disrespectful by leaving without warning. And there was another big downside to being around him – seeing his methods of control and manipulation..His behaviour can seem intimidating even to the undead. Ebardo is extremely cruel to his subordinates, who he keeps on his side only by force and fear. It was unbearable to watch him torture young Imreptok, who had only recently left Vidomnia, with a skintone. Yes, he had behaved selfishly and cruelly, draining the lakes from which the peasants drank, but he was only a child. Seeing his spark grow dimmer and his eyes turn more and more yellow was hard to bear. But Ebardo's sinister grin was no less frightening. — Are you asking me to stop? But, Imreptok, isn't that what the peasants begged you to do? And what did you do? — he said with a sneer as he watched the child's tears. — Don't think that I don't care about those peasants... but it's only to restore justice.