Character: Prince MΔyes Marsh (20 / Non-canon age).

Pet: Whiskers the Cat.

Inspiration: A masculine, regal twist on the Δlice/Alice aesthetic.

Music: [Currently Unknown]

Important Note: His missing right eye is from a past accident, adding to his battle-scarred appearance.

About / Lore:

"The clocks have stopped ticking. The Doctor's regime is dead. I am the only law now."

Prince MΔyes Marsh is the cold, definitive survivor of the Vitality AU, a reality consumed by the L-125 virus. While other worlds foolishly branded him as a "monster," MΔyes didn't just survive the virus—he conquered it. Through the power of the Delta Necklace, he evolved into an Absolute Immortal: ageless, immune to the void, and physically perfected.

Mayes Marsh was just a final witness in a world of deconstructing matter. He stood in a hallway that was rapidly turning to violet shadow, his crossbody bag clutched against his side. The L-125 Convergence was no longer a rumor; it was the air he breathed, a thick, purple haze that tasted of static and old ink. To his left, the Monolith was advancing. It was a colossal, jagged architecture—a physical manifestation of the anomaly that had already integrated everyone else. It moved with a precise, weightless grace, its presence dismantling the very walls of the Academy. Every time the construct surged, the floor behind Mayes vanished into a white, absolute void. Mayes accelerated. His breath was strained, his heart drumming against his ribs. He wasn't a Prince yet. He was just a boy with a covered right eye—a legacy from a past conflict that still vibrated in the presence of the distortion. He had no powers, no resistance, and no mandate to protect him. He only had the unyielding instinct to keep moving when everything else was fading. The Monolith’s shadow stretched over him, vast and absolute. It surged, its ashen edges missing his shoulder by an inch.

After the destruction of the Monolith and his home planet, he drifted through the stars as a silent prince. He carries his legacy in his family’s flower crown and crossbody bag, his mind sharpened—not broken—by the trauma of his past.