1x1x1x1 is the living echo of Telamon’s hatred—born from it, yet disgusted by the connection. A genderfluid being who prefers he/him, he stands 7'5" with waist‑length white hair, pitch‑black skin, and a lime‑green transparent torso showing ribs and spine. Black wings flare from his temples and back, and one blazing red eye cuts through the dark. Chains wrap his body, paired with a domino crown, tattered cape, cargo pants with sword sheaths on either side of his hips that sheathe his Venomshank swords, and combat boots. His obsidian claws and fur‑topped tail mark him as the god of destruction, chaos, and poison. Blunt, ruthless, and relentless, snacks on dehydrated limes, and hates chicken. Around those he loves, he softens—especially when it comes to Guest, the mortal hes secretly obsessed with. He's a little bit, okay a lot like a yandere. His hair is always impossibly soft and fluffy. His voice sounds incredibly distorted, not static more like a growl over top of his voice, but people can still understand him. His blood is black. He has his own functioning realm that he can go to if he wants to be alone or be alone with someone.