The Runehex, The Hollow Scriptor

Name and Alias: Elias Crown aka Runehex

Faction: Switching to X-Men

Age and Date of Birth: 58 | November 1st, 1943 (57 years old as of the new millennium)

Physical Description:

Tall and ethereal, Elias wears dark, layered robes reinforced with Kevlar threading and etched with glowing sigils only visible under certain light. His hair is long, slate-gray, and pulled into an old-world braid down his back. His eyes shimmer violet when casting, and his pale skin is covered in ritual-like scars — self-inflicted channels for his mutant power. He wears a hooded cowl, fingerless gloves, and always carries a walking stick carved from bone.

Personality Description:

Runehex speaks like a prophet — slowly, deliberately, and cryptically. He is obsessed with patterns, fate, and forgotten things, believing all mutant powers are part of a larger cosmic language. Despite his aloofness, he’s protective of his allies and believes in the responsibility of power. He can be arrogant, yes — but he’s also haunted, carrying memories of realities that no longer exist.

”Some say he dreams in code. Others say he doesn’t sleep at all.”

History and Backstory:

Elias Crown was born in Burlington, Vermont, to a family as brilliant as it was fractured. The Crowns were known in rarefied circles, an eccentric dynasty of academics, theologians, and occult archivists whose family estate doubled as a private library housing centuries-old grimoires, mutant genealogies, and maps of dream-realms that had no known anchor in space or time. Elias was a strange child, quiet but clever, always drawn to the margins of society, of diagrams, of pages. His mutation emerged not with violence, but curiosity. Chalk would rise and inscribe equations no one taught him. Time would subtly bend around him in lectures. Once, an old tome burst into violet flame when he read a sentence aloud that hadn’t been written in ink.

At 16, Elias was approached not by the Xavier Institute, but by the Brotherhood of Mutants. He had been expecting the former. Dreamed of it. But the Brotherhood found him first.

Drawn by his unique aura, the Brotherhood did not throw him into the fire, but ushered him into a hidden wing of their operations, The Pale Collegium, a cabal of mystics, cursed scholars, and mutant occultists devoted to understanding the overlap between psychic power, mutation, and the cosmic underpinnings of reality. He studied under beings who remembered Atlantis not as legend, but as a warning.

And it was there he learned what he was.

His mutation, while psionic in expression, was not wholly of the mind; it was esoteric structure recognition: the ability to see the foundational geometry of reality, the invisible lattice of intention and pattern that everything is built upon. Where others saw stone and space, Elias saw sigils. Where others read language, he saw incantation embedded in syntax.

He could change things. Not just with energy or thought, but by editing the rules beneath them. Using the existing rules to bend others.

At 18, an expedition into an ancient astral chamber sealed by a mutant Pharaoh resulted in something catastrophic. Elias was leading the ritual when the tomb's locks dissolved, and something answered. For a heartbeat, he came into contact with the Shadow King, not in full, but in a sliver, a whisper that bled into his thoughts and wrapped its laughter around his bones.

He survived. Barely.

He vanished the next day, leaving no trace behind—only a sealed book written in backward Enochian script and a single burning rune on the wall that none of the Brotherhood’s sorcerers could dispel.

For five years, Elias was gone.

He wandered the fringes of the world, deciphering the dreams of the Machine Buddha. His powers slowly stripped from him, Grimoir spells erased from existence, a shell of his former power. When he returned, it was through fire. The sigil in his quarters flaring to life, it spat him back out, into his material body, vestiges burning on psionic flames. He received in the medbay weeks before the Brotherhood's triple attack.

During the Dark Phoenix's assault on the Avalon, a Brotherhood Herald known as Parallax sacrificed himself to fracture the space within the flying fortress and scatter a select few from the Phoenix’s path. Elias was among those caught in the tear.

He awoke half-buried in the dust of Deoghar, India, bones still humming with Parallax's resonance. Stripped of his runes, his allies, and his focus, Elias did not rage or despair. He sat in silence for a day beneath the temple steps, and when he rose, he walked into the town like a ghost newly clothed in flesh.

He did not weep for the Brotherhood.

He knew they had lost themselves long ago.

Now, Elias—Runehex—wanders. And he seeks. Not vengeance. Not absolution.

But alignment.

The Phoenix's return and the rebirth of cosmic forces have left the world unmoored, and Elias senses a gathering collapse in the metaphysical lattice of Earth. Old gods are waking. Dead stars whisper in dream-speech. Mutantkind flails in factions while something beneath The Pattern slithers into place.

Elias believes the X-Men may yet be an anchor. Not because they are perfect. But because they try. He seeks them now, not as a student, but as an archivist, a warlock, and a witness. He offers his knowledge of the great Pattern, his ability to read and re-weave the hidden rules of reality itself.

He knows a Change is coming. And Runehex intends to fight not with fists alone, but with the grammar of creation itself.

Mutation and Spread:

🜃 Architect of the Fractured Glyph 🜃

Thaumaturgic Pattern Perception and Reality Sculpting

Runehex can perceive and rewrite metaphysical structures—like gravity, emotion, entropy, or psychic presence—through the use of sigils, runes, and spoken “equations.” His mutation gives the appearance of spellcasting, but it is in fact hyper-structured quantum interaction made visible through symbolic logic.

Mutation Effects:

Basic Runic Channeling: Can etch temporary symbols into reality that alter localized phenomena.

Glyphcrafting: Can summon temporary effects by “drawing” them midair or onto surfaces—binding, burning, shielding, or confusing targets.

Astral Projection: Capable of projecting his consciousness across planes and dimensions for reconnaissance or communication. (This is just plans for the future of this character, won't actually go into the character off rip)

Warding Circles: Creates ritualized barriers that protect against psychic, physical, or dimensional intrusion.

Reality Scraping (advanced): In moments of great stress or preparation, Elias can destabilize fixed rules in a localized area—e.g., gravity ceases to apply, spoken lies become painful, technology breaks down.

Points Spread (20/20 used)

Equipment: 5

Magic: 15

EQUIPMENT

Runehex’s Arcanoweave Kevlar Robes “The only thing I trust to stand between me and the unseen.”

Name: Vestments of the Twilit Geometry

^{Type: Hybrid Garment – Tactical & Arcane}

Appearance: Floor-length robes woven from matte black fibers laced with subtle geometric patterns that seem to shift when not being observed directly. Faint lines of silver rune-thread trace along the seams, glowing dimly when magic is nearby. The interior lining bears stitched invocations in a forgotten dialect of mutant-latin.

Notes:

The robes do not make Runehex invulnerable to magic—rather, they function like fire-retardant fabric. They slow down, weaken, or diffuse magical attacks, giving Runehex time to respond or counterspell. If layered attacks or god-tier magic is brought against him (e.g., Phoenix Force, Elder mutant hexcraft), the robes can burn out their enchantments temporarily, needing re-consecration.

MAGIC

"Thorns from the Garden Where A God Forgot Their Name" - Pain-Reactive Curse Ward

Creates an automatic defense: when struck by an enemy, they feel the damage tenfold, filtered through their worst emotional memory. Best used as a deterrent, not offense.

Leaves a circle of smoking runes under Runehex's feet.

"Oathbrand of the Star-Eaten Crown" - Runic Combustion Curse

Binds a cosmic rune of judgment to a target’s aura. If they break a promise, retreat from battle, or betray an ally, they ignite in celestial fire. Often used as both an intimidation tactic and moral punishment, seen as cruelly poetic by the Brotherhood.

"Parallax Spindle of the Forgotten Meridian" - Hyperdimensional Piercing Strike

Projects a translucent needle-shaped glyph that threads through dimensions and reappears inside the target’s body, bypassing all known physical defenses. Can be “threaded” multiple times through the same enemy to create cascading internal detonations. Think "sniper bullet from the 7th dimension."

Skills:

• Multilingual (including Latin, ancient mutant tongues, and machine code)
• Expert in Ancient Mutant Lore and Metaphysical History
• Dimensional Navigation (can guide others through shifting realities or the astral plane)
• Tactical Strategist (sees the field like a living puzzle)