Well, at last, here I am, my most up to date and accurate reference sheet that finally corrects all the various inaccuracies of previous ones.

If you want to know more about me check my main reference here, this section focuses on my eidolon.

When the Great Old Ones were divided among the lines of the Transgression into the Elder Gods and the Giants, I was also created as a "consequence" of the Transgression. I am the youngest and smallest of the Great Old Ones, with the allegiance of the Elder Gods, better known as the Cosmic Horrors. My eidolon is not my true self, nor is it another form, it is not my spirit, but that’s probably the best, closest analogy. It is more like the mind and body, or left and right hands of a single being. My eidolon is like “the left hand” or “the body” to my mind which is me, the hippogryph!

In whole, I am the size of a small country, about 100 kilometers from beak tip to the tip of my longest tentacle. I’ve one million tentacles of bifrucating design beginning with five primary stalks that emerge from the back of my head, surrounded by a crest of dozens of smaller tentacles. My ten eyes, like my predominant body, are not eyeballs but rather portals to the ghost flame that sheaths the cosmic erasure at my core, the void within into which all things that I devour gradually migrate before eradication.

Even when I am not fully manifest, my tentacles can appear in nearly any number and nearly any of my available sizes: from small tendrils to massive, hundred kilometer long, super 20 lane wide super highway sized tentacles. When partially manifest, my tentacles appear classy, transparent and refract light through them. When fully manifest my tentacles appear black only as a consequence of the intense lensing they cause. Like a black hole but without the gravitation, my tentacles warp light around them, distorting and “lensing” light from every direction. Thus, you cannot really see my tentacles (unless you have supernatural vision beyond mortals) but rather you see the space they occupy as a black, warped “hole” in reality.

Were you to see them, they would actually appear as a black glass from within burns the flowing core of my ghost flame, lining through them like the framework of nerves veins and arteries, always surging, flowing and changing shape within.

It goes without saying that when fully manifest, my tentacles could crush a mountain like an aluminum can. Don’t forget that I’m also the smallest and ... the weakest of my kind. They don’t call us cosmic horrors for nothing!

Thanks for "checking me out" and I hope you enjoy.