I am far too big brained to have a physical body. With lots of traps to protect my livestock. I can't rely on any of my underlings to bring me safe food, so I have my own carefully curated farm. They're trying to poison me! Even assassin's sent into my lair by my enemies are unsafe to eat. Obviously it's impossible but to avoid any risk I have created an incredibly accurate construct to act as my proxy in my primary lair that I control remotely from a separate demi-plane. I know that some lesser fools want to kill me.
I am constantly searching for my intellectual equal, and challenge every creature I meet to a contest of intellect with their life on the line should they lose. I have used telepathy for so long that when I try to speak it comes out as bestial screams. I speak in the native language of every creature I speak to (regardless of whether or not they speak said language) in order to show off my intellect. I speak in such annoyingly complex purple prose that every other creature can barely understand me, and I find this incredibly frustrating. My go to test is dropping them off a cliff so they need to fly! Assassins? Illusions, constructs, or polymorphed as well. All my minions? Polymorphed beholders, waiting to surprise me. I believe that beholders are the only creatures that exist. Just doing my part to make the world more beautiful. Anyone who attempts to convince or demonstrate my knowledge of anything must be destroyed.īeauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? So all other eyes are probably ugly, and really bothering you, so I'll take them off your hands (or faces). I only engage in battles through games of strategy like chess.Įureka! After much contemplation, I have reached an epiphany my dim-witted brethren will never find: the smartest being is the one who knows nothing. Physical combat is for non-sentient insectsoids. You are going to listen to my reading of my 16,732 page magnum opus whether you like it or not. I am the greatest author to have ever graced parchment. I am the greatest zoologist in the world and will collect a menagerie containing a mating of every animal in the universe: rat, falcon, drown, hill giant, Illithid, etc. No inferior being has the capability of opposing me. I know that any non-Beholders that oppose me are actually agents of a rival beholder. Obsessedly tries to make its lair luxuriously comfortable in preparation of going to sleep but always remembers one more thing to add just as it's about to fall asleep. I actually think the whole stigma of beholder-on-beholder racism holds our kind back, but any time I try and convince my brethren they try and kill me! I don’t think I’ll ever get through to them. I will often unnecessarily (and perilously) extend combat to enjoy the show.
I desire companionship above all else but also believe everyone is just using me for companionship.ĭiscussion of any type with anyone with less than an 18-20 INT is enraging.Ĭombat is mundane, and the only thing that piques my interest is watching my opponents squirm. I believe anyone worshiping me hates me, anyone who hates me just doesn't know me yet. I'll talk about any topic I'm asked about (even if I don't actually know it) I appreciate being asked questions it makes me feel smart to inform 'lesser' creatures. While I am all-powerful and incredibly beautiful, I wonder often if something is wrong with me and I just don't realize it yet. I am obsessed with information even the most trivial of information could be used to turn the tide of any fight. One hundred personalities for one of the most feared creatures ever: The Beholder.
0 kommentar(er)
