Hippomenes the Fearful

Soft of voice, light of eye, dark of hair, and also of heart, Hippomenes the Fearful holds the province of Colistia in an iron grip.

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The first thing that others notice when looking at Hippomenes are his queer eyes. Singular these eyes are, colored as pale as milk or mist, and being very discomforting to look upon, though he rarely meets one's gaze. His hair is feathery and raven black. His face is pale and thin, almost gaunt, with high cheekbones and a blade-narrow hooked nose. His sharp chin bears a small goatee. He is a small man in stature, 5'2", and thin. He wears tunics and togas in the colors which he styles his own, red and black and gray. He never carries weapons.
Hippomenes has a spidery voice, feathery and airy. He speaks so softly that he cannot be heard when others are speaking in a normal volume, but strangely, when he speaks the world seems to quiet to hear him.
He only drinks hippocras (mulled spice wine) or water, and never wakes after sunrise. He has a bad habit of drawing the back of his hand across his lips, which has resulted in their being very cracked and dry.


Somewhere in the boggy lowlands of the Imperial province of Colistia there was born a boy. He was in most respects a normal child, though small for his age, and having more of the Licurian look to him than Arcturan, and having queer pale eyes. He played as his peers played, learned as they did, but, curiously, all the other children feared him, and obeyed him like shaven-headed slaves.
The adults of the thorp of his upbringing thought this strange indeed. He was, after all, a runt among them, and very soft-voiced at that, and there were the eyes. He almost never spoke, and when he did, others had to quiet to hear him. He was not a bully. He was not particularly violent or forceful. Yet he was undoubtedly the master.
When the child was about 13 or 14, he was seized by a fancy for a village girl. Though he was leader among the children, he was shy and awkward about the girls among them, and he would not speak with her, but only watch her, wherefore he began to frequent the village well when she went to get water for her family.
From then on, every night, this certain girl would awake screaming. She was seized by horrible nightmares that even a priest from the nearby provincial capitol could not dispel, and refused to go near to the well.
When the boy was 16, his father, who had always wanted him to be a priest, wished to send him away to the provincial capitol, that he might live within the cloister there.
However, the boy had not intention of living like a priest, and a series of loud quarrels began. Soon afterward, the boy's father, as well, was struck by awful nightmares, and claimed that it was his son who had done it, that his son had worked some foul sorcery upon him.
Once again, a priest was summoned. It was determined, after a trial, that the boy had worked some sorcery.
Upon the village center-field where he was judged, the boy snarled bitterly, and with his queer misty eyes, he glared into the eyes of all the people of the thorp.
Seven months later, an Imperial official came to determine why all tribute and produce of this certain thorp had ceased, as well as investigating the disappearance of a well-like priest.
What he found was an empty village, falling into disrepair, with a trampled center-field. In that center-field there was a single discarded cloak.

Fourteen years have passed since then, and the province of Colistia, always a minor province in the best of times, has not seen an Imperial official, save a tax collector, for many years. It is a place where men live in fear, fear of one man: Hippomenes the Fearful, the bandit-king of Colistia.
This man, a thin, small man with pale eyes and a soft voice, has reared a dark citadel in the boggy lowlands and subjugated the peasantry with an army of bandits, as well as, it is said, more shadowy things.
He dwells in relative loneliness in his dark castle upon the moors, and dispatches his warriors to collect what tribute they can from the villages of the area, and from traveling merchants and Imperial tax collectors.
Men often wonder, why do the Colistians not rise up against him? Simply, because of his eyes.
These queer orbs, strange in appearance, have an awful power.
Any who gaze into those strange, misty eyes of Hippomenes' are struck by horrible fear, a terror so deep and overwhelming that some go insane of it.
Hippomenes reserves this gaze for his direst enemies and most disobedient servants. He believes that the gods have given him this power, that he might make himself ruler of all the Empire, or even the Armorican Lands themselves.
Guests in Hippomenes' fearful castle find that he is polite, reserved, and very quiet. He is courteous to guests, but when he wants something, he wants it much, and will use almost whatever means necessary to get it.
As of yet, Hippomenes has avoided Imperial justice. Adventurers and revolutionaries often say that this is because Hippomenes is in some sort of pact with the Imperial government, though most find this theory highly suspect. Others believe that it is simply Colistia' relative isolation and wildness that prevent the notice of Hippomenes the Fearful.

Roleplaying Notes:

He is quiet, soft-spoken, courteous, and unassuming. Heroes who are guests in his castle may believe him not to be the bandit lord, of whom they have no doubt been told fearsome tales. They may think him to be the castle steward or something like that.


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Goto Author

Maybe not my best work, but we'll see...

Goto Author

...but is interesting and inspiring enough.

Could he be simply misunderstood? NO.

Growing up with the knowledge that everybody is afraid of you, and being sure that you are something special, and staying inevitably alone, can produce an excellent villain. A unique sort of calm, withdrawn Evil you cannot face (literally).

There must have been (or will be) assasination attempts. The requirement of not meeting his eyes can be easily met for an archer, or to stab him if he is asleep, or poisoning. Was he only lucky until now, or could there be something true about godly (demonic) ancestry? Does he have strange luck, or a superior intuition perhaps? Or only very good guards that fear him?

This is not the kind of guy that tortures servants for little mistakes. He might be even the 'good' baddie, that cares for his subjects (in a way), and can apply the right amount of sugar to make them feel respected and valuable. And everybody knows what awaits those, that really fail...

While I don't think he would call himself a (demi)god, some of his followers might do so. His army is not a sect, but the rumours will surely spread, and make him seem more than a mortal.


A very interesting, and easily adaptable character. You might want to edit the line-breaks a bit (sorry, Captain! ;), but this shows what a good character submission should look like. It provokes new questions, thinking about the character itself, and makes you think of how could it fit into your campaign.

Really deserves a 4/5.

Goto Author

Forgive me if I am wrong, but does not Hippomenes background seem strikingly similar to the plot of The Ring? Another thing; does Hippomenes have an automatic on-off switch for his gaze or what? In any case, damn good post and keep up the good work! 5/5

Goto Author

I'd just like to point out that the appearance of Hippomenes was taken pretty much without change from that of Roose Bolton in the Song of Ice and Fire series.

Goto Author

Liked that series too...

The character is good - believable, and useable as an NPC - no super-villain, but dangerous enough, and I can imagine him right out without having to try much.

And yes, the players hate nothing more than an opponent who FORCES fear upon them...

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Goto Author

Can't really add anything to this

Solid, believable, and useful character


Goto Author

Good one Captain.

To me it seems like he must be very lonely, as there is no love or friendship in fear. He can have every material thing he wants, but not what he really needs; companionship, love, laughter and joy.

I bet laughter is a rare commodity within his stronghold.

Based on these thoughts I pictured him as a distant, cold and lonely man, using his powers when needed, but strangely quiet and melancholic. (As you kind of described in the scene with the girl and the well)

Goto Author

Hall of Honor?!

You love me! You really love me!

I promised myself I wouldn't cry... *sniffle*

Goto Author

I did it again! Whether for the love of the post or for the joy of seeing you cry, you will never know :p

Goto Author

So this is 'based on/inspired by/ode to' Roose Bolton I take it? queer, pale eyes, voice, soft and sinister, castle in the moors, hippocras.

You should have thrown in the Flayed Man motif and the pink cloak! :D

nicely rendered!

Edited: (oops, I didnt notice the Roose Bolton shout-out Cap)

Goto Author

And this is an excellent villain, easily adjusted to fit your needed role.