He’s the older and far more famous of the two red blooded broodmates. While both had failed spectacularly at carrying out Alternia’s plans, he so utterly floundered that his reputation reverse twisted back around on itself and he stumbled headfirst into the manifestation of a divine avatar of peace. Shut away in an ancient wood monastery, he ministers a hidden empire.

“No, we are avoiding that place like a plague of genital boils. He *always* knows when I’m in the area and *always* wants to preach at me for like five goddamn days to get me to give up whatever decadence my pathetic life has in it, which let me tell you, isn’t that much. Do you see me swarming in troll hotties? Frankly, if I were, I would be a very different kind of doctor. Sorry Kankri, but if anything, I’m not sinful enough.” Karkat pauses. “Besides, he’s been so damn cloistered he looks like he’s permanently growthstuck at six sweeps old. I feel like I’m going to break him in half just by talking too loud.”