The One of Many Names was once nameless, unnamed, without title, moniker, but possessing shape and purpose. In the old world, the one before this one, conquered by the hands of his kin and he, he was called Wanderer. Sometimes Behemoth or despot or by those seldom few who knew his generosity, he was known as kind. Whether or not he is any of these things is both unknown and irrelevant. For now, all that should be necessary is that he is a keeper, he has found Cyprus, and has decided that the mountains shall be his domain. Having drifted to the very edge of the Witches' home, the Keeper has housed its soul within the heart of a great mountain. Its peak reaching above all its neighbors, this mountain is, at least for now, the Moniker's vessel. Due to his immobility, for the moment, and the mountain's utter lack of sentience, but massive size and resource advantages, The One of Many Names is magically powerful rather than physically and to great effect. The heart of his domain is yet buried deep beneath the innermost portion of the mountain. The heart is a cavern of moderate size, and everything within it can be considered a part of its form. This includes the crystals, which form its walls and ceiling, the small underground lake, and the island that is in its center. Upon this island is the core of the One's heart, which for now is a small sapling.