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<label>Location</label> <label>Teams</label> <label>Previous Team(s)</label> <label>Base of Operations</label></group> <group><header>First Appearance</header> <label>Worm Debut</label> <label>Ward Debut</label></group> </infobox> Satyrical or Satyr for short, is the current leader of the Las Vegas Protectorate.

Personality

Satyrical appears to enjoy lying and headgames. He is overtly sexual and very flirtatious but remains in love with Pretender. Further, he knows how to use these traits to his advantage.

Appearance

Satyrical wears a helmet sculpted to look like a goat's head with its mouth in a perpetual smile and large eyeholes, belts and leggings. His chest is muscular and waxed free of all hair.

Abilities and Powers

Satyrical is capable of splitting apart into multiple clones in a "slow, oozing process" that have a minimal shapeshifting ability. He can make clones of other people, but while he can make them physically stronger than them, he can not replicate their powers. Once killed, the clones wither and collapse into bloody messes.

History

Background

Satyr received his powers from Cauldron.<ref name="SB1">Wildbow: A cape with exceptional shapeshifting and self-duplication abilities. - Wildbow on IRC, archived on Spacebattles</ref>

Post-Echidna

Best "friend" was kidnapped by the same people. <ref>Drone 23.2</ref>

Came to the fight seperate from the Protectorate.

Post-Timeskip

Ran his team independent of the Protectorate, and did several missions for Doctor Mother during this period.<ref>Venom 29.6</ref>

Golden Morning

Infiltrated the Cauldron Compound to find out what had happened to the Doormaker. Came into contact with The Irregulars and Weaver's group.

Fanart Gallery

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References

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 ==Appearance==
-Satyrical wears a helmet sculpted to look like a goat's head with its mouth in a perpetual smile and large eyeholes, belts and leggings. His chest is muscular and waxed free of all hair.
+Satyrical wears a helmet sculpted to look like a goat's head with its mouth in a perpetual smile and large eyeholes, belts and leggings. His chest is muscular and waxed free of all hair.<!---Satyr
+Second in command of the Vegas Capes, Satyr is a Master/Changer capable of cloning himself and shifting his form to appear as others.
+Spoiler: Satyr
+Can control creating/destroying his clones on command
+Venom 29.3 said:
+He split in two. A slow, oozing process, a lump swelling, pulling free, then forming features. The arms and legs were quick enough, and the details followed, but the new him had no helmet, but slowly reshaped his exterior to match the original Satyr’s costume.
+“If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to attack,” I said.
+“What’s he doing?” Canary asked. There was a note of panic in her voice.
+“Splitting up,” I said. I willed Canary to pull it together. Satyr bulged, clearly preparing to make another double. I called out, “Satyr, I might need to rephrase. If you finish making that copy, I’m going to attack you.”
+“He can’t stop once he’s started,” Floret said. “It’s a drawback.”
+“I don’t buy that at all,” I said. “So either you need to be more convincing, or I’m wrong, and Satyr has to learn how to cancel a copy in progress in the next five seconds.”
+The bulge stopped growing more parts. It began retreating into Satyr.
+“We need to talk, Weaver,” Satyr said, still distorted, withdrawing the mass into himself.
+Created a stronger double
+Venom 29.3 said:
+Satyr forced another copy out in record time, as the other charged me.
+I set my bugs on it. On her. My double. She didn’t have my powers.
+She was strong. Tougher. She closed the distance to me with ease, with a runner’s strength.
+So I moved the bugs to the original Satyr.
+Used his clones to kill several Case 53's
+Venom 29.9 said:
+We came face to face with the group that had been working their way through the steel. A mole-man, an ‘extreme deviation’ case that seemed to be made up of lasers, with her petrified body parts capping the ends.
+And others, dead. Satyr’s clones littered the area, where they’d brutally fought and killed several of the digging capes. Where they’d died, they’d withered.
+Clones are capable of great teamwork and on the spot thinking. Shapeshifting.
+Venom 29.09 said:
+“Great,” I said. “Great. Now let’s drop the fucking act.”
+“I gave you the answer you wanted,” Leonine said, smirking. “What the fuck?”
+“Spur?” I said, “Raise your right hand?”
+He did. There were bugs on the fingers.
+“He was moving his hand. A one-handed sign language. I assume everyone on your team knows it.”
+“I was thinking of Canary’s music,” Spur told me. He stepped forward, putting a hand on Canary’s shoulder as he did so. She turned, so they were both facing me. “Piano keys. Mnemonic tool. That is something our team uses.”
+“You’re being a little crazy paranoid,” Imp said. “Just a little.”
+“They’ve been playing us since the start,” I said. “The men were batting their eyelashes at you and Canary, probably the targets they thought they could work. Revel… I’d think she’s under some kind of compulsion.”
+“A lot crazy,” Imp said. “Way crazy.”
+“Maybe Tattletale can chime in,” I suggested. “Tattle?”
+“Mostly right. Exalt, Revel, Vantage, Leonine, Floret, all fakes.”
+“No shit,” Imp said. Her mouth dropped open. “No way.”
+“Jig’s up,” I said. “We know.”
+One by one, the Vegas capes changed. Flesh altered, and they assumed identical appearances.
+Six copies of Satyrical. Leaving only Spur and Nix.
+One of the Satyricals looked at the two who remained. “Take care of yourself. I’ll see you shortly.”
+“I know,” Spur said.
+Satyr looked at us, as if taking us all in. “And you, I suppose, we’ll run into. Sooner or later.”
+Then the Satyrs died. Flesh withered, and the Satyrs crumpled up. They made bloody messes as they hit the ground, like overripe tomatoes might, but with teeth and the occasional bit of withered organ.
+Self duplication, and each duplicate had shapeshifting abilities.
+Assassinating Case 53's
+Venom 29.4 said:
+Blood, corpses. Three dead case fifty-threes. Two men and a woman. A cat-man with far too many teeth in his mouth, even covering the roof and the space beneath his long, narrow tongue, something that looked like keyboards on his forearms. A reptile, not so different from Newter, but with no mouth or nose. Only two overlarge eyes. The last was a girl, squares of flesh intersped with patches of cloth. Her mouth was only a tear in the cloth.
+Their throats had been neatly slashed -the patchwork girl bled like anyone else might- and they’d been dragged into this room. It was clear from the way that the blood trail suddenly stopped that someone had cleaned up.
+“Stragglers. The Irregulars were moving as a tight group, keeping close to one another, but Satyrical and his team blindsided the ones at the back. Killed them, dragged them off, then one of them cleaned up the evidence. Floret, probably.”
+“And Satyr probably masqueraded as these three,” I said. “He’s in Weld’s group.”
+*****
+I glanced into the room as we passed. Two more bodies. Two men, large, both bristling with horns. One with curling horns like a ram, the other with horns like a bull.
+“Satyr,” Tattletale confirmed. “Again.”
+Playing a role and creating a fake dialogue between the two
+Teneral e5 said:
+The other was numb too, but not in the same way. He was very much himself. If he was disconnected, it was a natural sort of disconnection, the sort that had happened billions of times throughout human history.
+But the man was talented. He wasn’t acting like he belonged, because he did belong. He was a free spirit, and the world was his oyster. He could put on a different face, and it wouldn’t be a mask, but a role.
+He was a warrior, wearing heavy armor. Gruff, rugged, with a beard and the stylings of a viking, complete with fur as part of his costume. When the woman in white found herself off balance, stumbling, he picked his words to counterbalance it, changing the thrust of their interaction. He teased, leaving the road open for clear and unambiguous responses, making small jokes so she could laugh and find her mental footing.
+In a very one sided way, he was sustaining and supporting what appeared to be a very natural dialogue between longtime friends.
+His skilled bluffing
+Teneral e5 said:
+“I know you?” one of the pair asked, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
+The viking was still walking, but turned around to walk backwards as he called out, “Costume change to fit in with the new era, my friend! You’ll figure it out, and I’ll be very upset with you if you don’t!”
+They rounded the corner.
+“Did you know him? This Ironscale?”
+The viking smiled. “Ironscale? No. A face in a file, at some point. But I have a good memory.”
+Liars have to. “It was dangerous, baiting him. Better if we don’t draw attention.”
+“Trying to avoid attention is attention-getting enough. You brought me on board for my skills, Teacher. Trust me to use them."
+Some thing to put in to point toward his cauldron links
+Pretender killed the government Thinker for Satyr's sake:
+Interlude 24 said:
+Satyr seemed to take that into consideration, rubbing his chin. When he spoke, though, he spoke of something else. “What you did… you knew that they’d figured you out, and that I was next in line, that I’d get questioned too. You killed her for my sake, to buy me time.”
+“Are you mad?”
+Satyr shook his head. “We’ve killed before. Selfishly, selflessly. Only difference is you got caught.”-->
 ==Abilities and Powers==