As the shadowy figure inches through the darkness, occasional beams of light emit from cracks in the ancient superstructure. His eyes are not identical to those of a normal man, but they still recoil from the sudden brightness. There is a putrid stench of dead and dying mutantkind, mixed with a hint of rotting seaweed. But he cannot smell it, for he has no nose.
Stepping over a prone body, the figure mutters to himself, "Dead, or just sleeping?". He stumbles in the darkness, catching his meagre boots on fragments of rocks and broken pottery. "It is past time for my flight from this place, before I end up like the rest of em." His mumbling is barely audible. His beard is not identical to the beard of a normal man, but it still obscures his barely moving mouth.
Finally he emerges from the darkness, shivering as he is enveloped by the first fresh, cool air that has touched his skin in months. "Never again shall I hide amongst the broken and rejected mutants of this world. When I was young, I was weak and easily cowed by the predations of others. Yes, I am different, but no longer will I hide. Soon, the world will tremble at my name! My fellows in the mutant nest told me to be wary of the world outside, but it is the world outside that should be wary of me. Reggie - a name to strike fear into the hearts of men!"
With that Reggie unfurls his beard of tentacles, hefts Bertha over his right shoulder and strides out into the unknown.