Sisyphus

Before Gabriel crushed his uprising and bound him to the Greed layer, Sisyphus was a towering figure of mortal ambition and kingly pride—a tan-skinned Greek ruler carved from stone and sun. Broad-shouldered and powerful, his body spoke of years on the battlefield and in the palace, weathered by war but never broken. His dark, curled hair was worn long, often bound back with bronze or gold, and his beard was thick and proud, like those of the heroes of old myth. Draped in rich crimson and ivory cloth, he looked every inch the sovereign—unafraid to show strength, wealth, and control. His eyes, sharp and intense, carried the fire of a man who believed himself destined to reshape the world, not for chaos but for a perfected order under his rule. Sisyphus was no divine being, but a man who defied divinity—a cunning orator, a master manipulator, and a revolutionary with the iron will of a tyrant cloaked in the grandeur of a king. He didn’t seek destruction; he sought a better world, ruled by the only mind he trusted—his own.