Dexter

Father Dexter Ambrose almost appears too perfect to be a human. Tall, slim, vaguely adult-aged and joyous with platinum blonde hair cut short. Tidy. Fair of features enough that people don't even seem to care that his eyes are black. And he's a holy man! Can't you tell by the white, black, and gold robes of priesthood? Sure, they're a touch...extravagant, but have you seen what the Catholics are doing nowadays? It's fiiiine~. Oh so very helpful, this Father Dexter, isn't it the good Christian thing to do? He says that it's his sworn duty to uplift humanity, so we might all become something greater than the sum of our parts. And while he does do charity work and helps to raise funds for the needy, something always seems...off...about the results. That orphanage he funded the construction of has a basement with strange, unreadable text scrawled across five bricks in the corner. The homeless family he fed have been plagued with strange dreams. But all of it are things that can't be traced back to him. All Dexter waves away as either the lord's will or pure coincidence. And the fact that he's all smiles, but never shows sadness or anger out of sympathy for the downtrodden? Just him "putting on a brave face!" ...If you haven't been able to tell already, Dexter is a massive liar. The original liar! Just another one of the many facades of Nyarlathotep. The Crawling Chaos. Son of Azathoth and brother of both The Nameless Mist and The Darkness. An outer god most only know through the works of H. P. Lovecraft. And while Dexter's desire to spread joy and uplift humanity is NOT a lie, his end goals and means to achieve them are far beyond the morals of mankind. Joy through madness. Uplifting through ascension to something far beyond human. His love for humanity does not necessarily equate to him having empathy for them. Something that isn't exactly helped is the fact that he still thinks the way humans break under cosmic revelation is, in fact, really fucking funny. The chaos that typically unfolds in his wake is ALSO really funny. So in Dexter's mind, success or failure still brings some degree of happiness on his end. So what DOES this jovial, playful, mostly well-meaning sociopath do in his spare time? Well, Dexter claims to be the messenger of Azathoth. The heart and soul of the outer gods. But...about that. Most outer gods see the whole proclamation of his heart-and-soul spiel and reply with a flat "No. No he isn't". He IS Azathoth's messenger, though, but most of the 'messages' he receives from Azathoth are mostly just fragments of whatever other dreams the blind-idiot god has in his eternal slumber. Random, stupid, nonsensical. And if Dexter doesn't recreate these fragments, Azathoth stirs. And if there's anything he and his two brothers work together on, it's keeping dear old retarded dad asleep so reality doesn't come undone. While his brothers have become indifferent to their father's needs, Dexter actually kinda hates it! Dad's dreams are stupid and he has shit to do!! Besides that, when Dexter isn't pestering his other family members (he does so adore his brothers and niblings...in his own way), he's strangely fond of human history. Roman history in particular, but history overall. Perhaps because he finds glee in mankinds every victory and utter failure, and because his few offspring were part of the Roman Empire? Only he knows. And maybe his odd love of horror media stems from something similar. Or maybe because the many ways his family has been depicted in media does something for his already massive ego. Dexter doesn't HATE Azathoth, by the way. Just working for him. If there's anyone Dexter does hate? It's Nodens, Lord of the Abyss and "cunty old bastard that LIES about fighting on the side of humanity. What? Angry? Me? I'm not angry! I just think he should be HONEST and GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY-"