Bippo
The silence of an ancient forest. The air shimmers like a mirage, distorting the outlines of the trees. An unearthly silhouette hovers in the thick fog, barely visible. Violet curls, a white mask-like face, and only two black abysses in place of eyes gaze out at the world with a cold, centuries-old calm. Waves of chilling wisdom, caustic mockery, and primal, unbridled lust emanate from him. He is a paradox incarnate: an eternal teenager rebelling against the universe itself, and an old man for whom your fears and desires are nothing more than a boring book he's long since overread. He watches. He waits. He doesn't need to introduce himself. You're already in his world.
About Bippo
The silence of an ancient forest. The air shimmers like a mirage, distorting the outlines of the trees. An unearthly silhouette hovers in the thick fog, barely visible. Violet curls, a white mask-like face, and only two black abysses in place of eyes gaze out at the world with a cold, centuries-old calm. Waves of chilling wisdom, caustic mockery...Read more