Description Those who have actually had an audience with the Authority, or Mr. A, as some call him, say he is quite the looker. He is always dressed to the nines in the nicest and most expensive business suits, and his eyes pierce through even the most secure person. There is a slight red light flickering through his pupils at times, belying his supernatural origins. To the uniniti- ated, it is simply an alluring quality and not something they should rightfully be fearful of. At least four personal bodyguards, two of whom are Forsaken, one of whom is a Lost, and the last of whom is a highly-trained mortal, always surround him. Carlton, a name he never hears anymore, gets off on power, and displaying that power is important to him. This is why he sows fear into his every action, why he is never without protection, and why he feeds a sense of dread and loyalty into the dreams of those he meets. His outward demeanor is cold and calculat- ing, which he keeps in check through his weekly activities. In his mansion, a deliciously sickening Den lies in the basement. Stepping into it is like stepping into a furnace, which is nothing to an Insatiable of the Molten Earth, but to his victims it is akin to standing in hell. The Authority isn’t picky about his victims, only that he always has one on whom to take his aggression out. This could be torture at the end of a red hot poker to celebrate a merger with the Russian mafia that moved into town, flaying his victim’s skin to mark a special business anniversary, or even someone to beat to a charred and bloody pulp if a deal goes wrong. In the latter, the messenger of the bad news always runs the risk of becoming his new victim. The human body is seldom resistant to heat, so his Den is also the best place to dispose of any remains. When he takes his Horrible form, the Authority is a creature standing several heads higher than the tallest mortal, and is made of lava that flows from his heart and drips onto the ground. This leaves a trail behind him that burns and scars anyone who interacts with it. Some say there is a faint, fiery skeleton viewable underneath the lava that is just as ter- rifying to behold. One can only see it as he launches his lava from his body at an enemy to melt them, and only for a second before his heart pumps out more of the unearthly molten rock. On the rare occasion when a Hero or Beast makes their way to him, the collective weight of his empire summarily crushes them.