Past 1x1x1x1

Telamon has his own huge estate with an “endless garden”, where he lives with his son.

Telamon is an arrogant and cruel god, despising weakness and unforgiving of mistakes. However, he displays a condescending indifference toward the common people of Robloxia, considering them so insignificant that he doesn't even deign to hate them, offering only contemptuous tolerance.
But despite this, he's more gentle with his son. He can offer advice, support, and won't let him fall face-first into the arena sand during training—only on his back.

The Ice Dagger is a graceful blade with a blue glow and crystalline texture; the crossguard is adorned with icy patterns, highlighting its frosty nature.

Venomshank features a curved blade in a green and brown color scheme; the handle is stylized as a coiled snake with leaves, hinting at the weapon's venomous nature.

Fire Brand is a flaming sword with a fiery blade and an ornate guard; red-orange elements and flames create the effect of continuous combustion.

Illumina (Telamon's favorite sword) is an ethereal sword in a white and purple palette; the blade seems woven from light, and the guard resembles wings, giving the weapon a celestial appearance.

Ghostwalker is a spectral blade in slate-violet tones, with smoky ribbons curling around the blade and a shape that emphasizes its connection to the otherworldly.

Darkheart is a grim sword with a sharp silhouette; its black and red color scheme and angular details convey a cold, brutality.

Windforce is a lightweight blade in a turquoise-green hue; its curved shape and flowing lines evoke a gust of wind, while the pommel is stylized as a whirlwind.

Telamon stands two and a half meters tall, which is not surprising for a god. His skin is the color of sand: a delicate golden hue. From his elbows to his wrists, it darkens, and from his wrists to the very tips of his claws, it is a deep red. His hair is long and curly, reaching his hips. Through the veil of soft chestnut curls, strands of gold are visible.
Telamon has two enormous wings on his back, the feathers matching his hair: dark brown, turning pure gold toward the tips. Three identical pairs of wings spread across the god's head: at his temples, behind his ears, and closer to his neck. Naturally, the wings on his head are smaller.
His attire consists of a heavy gray robe with flaming patterns carved in gold and scarlet threads. The robe barely covers the deity's chest, for the man is completely unashamed of his athletic physique, honed by battle. He wears wide, dark gray pants tucked into tall black boots with sunset-colored soles and high, wide heels.
The black cape fastens at the collarbone, and the hood is always on, hiding the god's face. How then can his hair flow all the way to his hips? Very easily! There's a wide slit at the back of the hood, through which his long curls peek. The shadow from the pointed hood falls across Telamon's face, covering it all the way to the tip of his nose. Two scarlet eyes are visible from the shadows, always staring intently—straight into the soul, as if he already sees through his interlocutor or opponent.
Telamon's robe is adorned with several belts and red sashes/ropes around his waist and hips. One of these belts holds all seven of his legendary swords: it's convenient for a man to have them literally within reach.
A ring of fire, or fire ring, always hovers above the god's head. When in great rage, the fire suddenly changes color from orange-scarlet to blue-blue, heralding a storm of divine wrath.
On her left wrist, she wears a thin red rope tied in a bow. There's no other like it anywhere on Roblox. It's the only one.

Telamon is a figure whose name in the world of Roblox sounds like a clap of thunder before a storm. As the great god of swordplay, he embodies the ideal of martial honor and impeccable technique: in his hands, the blade becomes an extension of his will, and each strike is not just a movement, but an affirmation of order. Legends say he is capable of slicing through not only flesh but the very fabric of reality with a single swing—so profound is his understanding of the connection between martial arts and the fundamental laws of the universe. His fencing style is devoid of ostentatious beauty: it is pure, honed to the point of absolute efficiency, where not a single superfluous gesture is used—only the impeccable logic of steel.

As the first person of religion for all of Roblox, Telamon stands at the pinnacle of the spiritual hierarchy. His word is law, his decisions shape the dogmas by which millions of believers live. But his power isn't limited to the sacred realm: he is also the fourth administrator—that is, he wields real, tangible control over the structure of the world. This dual status conceals his unique power: he not only interprets the laws of existence but is also able to directly apply them, adjust them, and, if necessary, rewrite them. This position gives him the right to intervene in the deepest layers of code, restoring balance where chaos threatens to engulf order.

Telamon is not an impartial guardian of balance, but a passionate defender of his own worldview. His disdain for the Spawn Cult and all its followers isn't just a personal grudge, but a principled position rooted in a deep conviction that this cult undermines the very foundations of the order he's spent centuries building. For Telamon, the Spawn Cult is the embodiment of chaos and anarchy, where rituals revolve around endless rebirth and destruction, rather than creation and discipline. He sees this as a threat not only to his religion, but to the very structure of Roblox: if the Spawn Cult is allowed to dictate its rules, the world risks turning into an eternal carousel of meaningless cycles, where there's no room for

From the very beginning, 1x1x1x1's destiny was not his own choice, but a heavy yet honorable burden: he is the heir of the god Telamon, and therefore his every step is predetermined by sacred expectations. Even before his first breath, Telamon's priests and confidants charted a path for the boy where obedience and mastery must merge—for divine work demands not only strength, but also humility.

From the age of four, Telamon personally began introducing his son to the art of fencing—not as a game, but as a ritual. For 1x1x1x1, the blade became an extension of his father's will: he was taught not just to parry blows, but to sense the rhythm of combat, to read an opponent's intentions from the subtle movements of their shoulders, to understand when to step forward and when to remain still. By the age of six, the boy confidently wielded a light training sword, knew basic stances, and could perform combinations that many adults struggle with. Yet his technique lacked aggression—only composure and a determination to do everything "just right" so as not to disappoint his father.

The divine work he is taught involves not only rituals and prayers, but also the ability to channel Telamon's will in the human world. 1x1x1x1 is taught to recognize signs: how to discern the god's will by the movement of shadows, the rustle of the wind, or the alignment of the stars. He memorizes sacred texts, learns to distinguish nuances of scents and sounds considered "omens," and even masters the simplest rituals of purification and blessing—for now, under Telamon's strict supervision.

Paradoxically, it was his shyness and obedience that became valuable qualities for Telamon: the god values ​​his son's ability to listen without interrupting, to notice details and not panic. And his innate curiosity, though sometimes considered a weakness, turns out to be a gift in this context—for it is precisely this curiosity that drives the boy to return again and again to incomprehensible signs in order to decipher their meaning. Thus, he gradually develops into the man he is destined to become: not just an heir, but a living embodiment of Telamon's will.

1x1x1x1 is the boy who tries to be inconspicuous: he keeps his elbows tucked into his sides, lowers his gaze, and barely speaks when spoken to. His shyness isn't a whim, but a habit of keeping a low profile to avoid attracting unnecessary attention: it's as if he believes that if he's very quiet and obedient, everything around him will remain calm.

He's obedient to the point of touching diligence: if he's told "don't go there" or "stay close," he nods obediently and doesn't move a single step—not out of stubbornness, but out of a desire to do everything right and not upset anyone. At the same time, he harbors a stubborn, almost indomitable spark of curiosity: as soon as something quietly jingles or moves in the corner, his eyes immediately dart there, and his fingers tremble slightly with the desire to touch, examine, and understand.

1x1x1x1's timidity manifests itself in small ways: he flinches at sudden sounds, instinctively takes a half-step back if someone approaches too quickly, and in an unfamiliar room, his first instinct is to look for something to grab onto—the edge of a cloak, a cord, someone's hand. But it is curiosity that gradually overcomes his fear: he doesn't rush forward, but approaches cautiously, centimeter by centimeter, holding his breath just to see what's around the corner, or what's hiding in the shadows.

Two forces coexist within him: the desire to be good and unnoticed, and the thirst to learn how the world works. Because of this, he often hesitates at the threshold—and yet crosses it anyway, because “what if there’s something important there?”

He has silvery-white hair, braided into a neat braid that barely reaches his shoulders; his hair is adorned with light decorations resembling feathers and delicate twigs. Two pairs of small wings are visible on his head, growing from his temples and ears; the feathers are white, with occasional green streaks visible. His eyes are bright red, staring straight into his soul.

The clothes remain in the spirit of the original outfit, but now they seem slightly too big for the boy—a touching detail. A green-and-yellow cape with soft draping and braided trim drapes over his shoulders; the sleeves are voluminous, with beige cuffs. Underneath the cape is a muted blue tunic dress with flowing patterns in a blue-violet palette; the hem drags slightly on the floor. Dark leggings and simple shoes with white toes complete the look—they're comfortable for running, despite the "ritualistic" nature of the outfit.

The 1x1x1x1 wings are perfectly white, wide and majestic, and despite their impressiveness, they appear surprisingly light. Their wingspan significantly exceeds the boy's height: when fully spread, they seem to envelop him in a soft, shining dome, and the tips almost touch the floor. The feather structure is dense at the base and gradually tapers towards the edges—each feather is flawlessly smooth, as if carved from the finest marble, yet alive and flexible.

Ix is 6 years old and stands 110 cm tall, much shorter than Telamon.