Nah, Measurehead is adorable. A native Revacholian playing ur-racist out of what he’s learnt on the radio while dating a “Kojka” he can’t have sex with because his own racism prevents him from getting an erection in her presence.
Evrart (and Edgar, though we never meet him) Claire are downright terrifying.
Extremely intelligent, constantly ten steps ahead and in control (except for the tribunal, the entroponetic phenomena underlying the events of the game, the deserter, and, possibly, the Detective) even over the Wild Pines woman, extremely charismatic despite their appearance, and yet absolutely malicious and self centered.
They’re like sharks, perfect, cold, inhumane, apex predators evolved to completely dominate their territory.
Measurehead can never really hurt you. Evrart Claire can kill you by making you sit on a chair, and he’s fully aware of it.
They aren’t continents; calling them continents implies a planet, but the planet is long gone, broken apart into isolas (containing both land, including full continents, and sea) floating in the Pale, which is very much not fog.
The Pale isn’t… anything, really. A literal lack of being. Not matter, or energy, but space-time broken down into pure entropy where direction and time lose all meaning.
I can’t find the exact original image, but this appears to be an image of actor Christoph Waltz portraying Standartenführer Hans Landa in Quentin Tarantino’s film Inglourious Basterds, photoshopped to make fun of Nintendo’s notorious asshattery.