Editing Nilbog (section)

==Appearance==
Jamie is described as a man, potbellied and hunchbacked, wearing a patchwork costume with jarring patterns of stripes and checkers. He wears a cloth crown with a cloth mask featuring beads for eyes and a perpetual leer of a smile.<ref name="I16 e2">A laugh.  Not the gibbering noise of the creatures, but all too human.<br><br>He spotted the culprit.  A man, potbellied and hunchbacked.  The style of dress was similar to the patchwork brute they’d fought first, with bright, contrasting colors that he couldn’t quite make out in the gloom.  There were jarring patterns with stripes here and checkers there.  He wore a cloth crown, and his cloth mask featured beads for eyes and a perpetual leer of a smile.<br><br>''Rinke.''<br><br>“Rinke!” he screamed the word.  He took aim and fired.<br><br>He hit his mark.  The man went down, and the creatures wheeled on him, screaming, squealing.  If he’d had any doubt about his target, the reaction dispelled it.<br><br>Then he saw Rinke stand.<br><br>“You would shoot me!?”  Rinke roared.  If anything, his voice was all the more terrifying because it sounded so small, so human.  “I create life!  I am a god, and this is my ''garden''!” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/11/29 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 16.x]]</ref>

He frequently uses false puppet creatures that look like bloated versions of himself to deceive possible enemies,<ref name="I16 e1">In a second, the gun-mounted flashlights of his squad members flicked off.  The shape that moved down the street was reduced to a dark blur, a shifting bulk of gray-black against a background of pitch black.<br><br>''Rinke?''  As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could make out a figure dressed in a jester’s motley, two contrasting colors predominating, blue-orange or purple-yellow.  The mask a patchwork cloth that covered his face, with only two dark holes for his eyes.  But most daunting of all was the man’s size.  He was obese, bloated, ten feet tall and nearly as wide, advancing at a glacial pace as he lurched down the middle of the street.  His arms were drawn behind his back by the weight of the sack and the cloth he carried.<br><br>[...]<br><br>Holler was barely audible.  “He’s got no heat.  The reading came from the bag.  Not warm enough to be alive, but whatever’s in there’s just warm that it was probably living up until a few minutes ago.”<br><br>Every eye in the squad turned to the large patchwork sack that the bloated ''thing'' hauled behind it.<br><br>[...]<br><br>Rinke slowly turned to face them.  The second the dark holes of the mask centered on them, they opened fire.<br><br>[...]<br><br>Tieu and Coldiron fired the incendiary grenades.  The shells exploded on impact with Rinke and the ground, lighting him up.  He continued to waddle towards them, slower than they were able to walk backwards.<br><br>Rinke dropped the sack, gripped the sheet with both hands and hurled it towards them.  It spread out, scant amounts of light filtering through the holes in the weave.<br><br>A net.<br><br>[...]<br><br>Rinke thrashed as the flames spread.  The cloth burned away to show pallid, gnarled flesh, a face without ears, nose or brow – only recessed, piglike eyes and a mouth that was little more than a ragged gash across the lower half of his face.<br><br>[...]<br><br>It took several minutes for the entire thing to burn.  They didn’t relax a second.<br><br>[...]<br><br>The sound of distant gunfire cut through the quiet.<br><br>“What?” Holler asked.<br><br>Evan spoke into the radio, “Hear gunfire.  Report, over.”<br><br>The response came back, “Hostiles!”<br><br>[...]<br><br>''That wasn’t Rinke we shot.  There’s others.''<br><br>The other realization hit him just as hard.<br><br>“He’s not a Changer!”  Evan bellowed, clicking the button of his radio to inform the capes and squad three.  “Master-class cape!”<br><br>[...]<br><br>''How did he do this?''<br><br>[...]<br><br>Rinke was a master who can make these things: real living creatures. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/11/29 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 16.x]]</ref><ref name="I16 e2" /> and act as proxies.<ref name="26.4 e4">Nilbog was immensely fat, easily four hundred pounds, and sat on a throne that had apparently been cobbled together from dismantled furniture.  His face was covered with a paper mask.  Other creatures sat on chairs to his left and right.<br><br>[...]<br><br>In the midst of my search, I found something.<br><br>[...]<br><br>Nilbog himself.<br><br>He sat directly beneath his ‘throne’, and was connected to the fat man by what seemed to be an umbilical cord.  This cord gave him control of the body, fed him sustenance, let him stay safe while the decoy sat up here. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/07/27/sting-26-4/ Excerpt] from [[Sting 26.4]]</ref>