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A battle helm for a warrior whose head is comfortable in the clouds.
Shield your eyes from the blazing sun as mind your beefalo herd.
A golden helm fit for a golden warrior.
Maxwell believes this look to be quite intimidating.
Maxwell is ready to roll up his sleeves and get cooking.
Against all possible odds Maxwell has become even more dapper.
Against all possible odds Maxwell has become even more dapper.
Maxwell is both dark AND brooding.
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This venture capitalist's assets are completely frozen.
Krampwell Costume
Wortox is less than impressed with Maxwell's choice of costume.
Wortox is less than impressed with Maxwell's choice of costume.
Power really changes some people.
Maxwell's rage has split him in two.
This melancholic mystery man keeps slinking off to find dark corners to brood in.
Maxwell is capable of tapping into many magical energies, including those of the natural world.
The standard look of a distinguished gentleman.
This shady buccaneer has a heart blacker than his beard.
Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for our lovely assistant.
Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for our lovely assistant.
Maxwell has sacrificed much at the altar of his own aspiration.
This is Maxwell, the intrepid explorer.
This is Maxwell, the intrepid explorer.
Before it all went so wrong...
Before it all went so wrong...
The garb of a blood-sucking monster seems to suit him quite well.
Money and affluence have gone straight to this gentleman's head.
Maxwell makes his own rules.
Years spent steeped in dark magic have left Maxwell looking rather... wizened.
Some hearts never thaw.
Webilisk Costume
Gosh, those wings look very... real.
Gosh, those wings look very... real.
This webbed beard's just batty!
Webber always wanted a beard just like his father's.
It's quite difficult to keep webs nice and tidy, but Webber does his best.
Bright coloring is nature's way of saying "stay away!"
This spider silk is as white and fluffy as new-fallen snow.
The moonglass threads are fine enough to be spun into a silky soft beard.
It's a good thing this webbing doesn't seem to be flammable.
Get into any grown-up gathering.
Webber's beard is naturally stylish.
Any stray strands have been lashed securely in place.
A look for only the most webellious spiders.
It's so much easier to stop and smell the roses when they're stuck to your face.
Every time Webber tries to devilishly twirl his moustache, the webs stick to his fingers.
The flowers in this troublemaker's beard aren't fooling anyone.
These scraggly web strands have seen better days.
It takes time to cultivate a respectable web beard.