Lunear Reglos 
Lunar- Moon  Regal-Royal
 Blood colour: #002366 aka Royal Blue    Gender: Male Symbol: Flur-de-lis Personality:  Lunear is the type of troll who wants to be a troll’s troll. Dependable, loved, and most importantly, in control. Control over others and himself drive him for better or worse. The boy feels that while he may not be the highest on high, he is certainly qualified to lead even if in a smaller capacity. Part of him yearns to rise above the purple bloods, while a much more large part, the ‘I want to live’ part, tells him that the idea is very stupid and he’d be better off controlling those he can.  He likes control, he likes being listened to, he likes being trusted, he likes being liked. He’s usually cordial with others, very rarely getting angry or having an outburst. When he does it’s usually from the fact he’s been mocked publicly or humiliated.  In his poor attempts to emulate the higher casts he wears jewelry in small amounts. A ring here, a necklace there, he isn’t about to go around in chains, whistles and bells. He knows his limits, yet he will give small pushes, a nudge or two. It’s his ambition to become great that gives him the man lobes to try. It’s his survival instinct that doesn’t let him go very far with it.  When not trying to emulate the purple bloods, Lunear is spending time amongst the ‘plebs’ or ‘peasants’. He does genuinely enjoy their company, but is fast to point out their ‘vast differences’ in social standing and how they ‘just will never know the trouble a blue like him must face’. He cares but in the same way an owner might care for a pet. Lunear sees trolls on the lower spectrum as his responsibility and just inherently unequal.  This however, doesn’t mean he thinks the hemospectrum as right. He does think himself a better leader than purplebloods or any other bloods. To him, the spectrum is a template, but it’s also a prison. There is no chance for elevation, no chance to rise above those born higher. For that reason, he is fine with his rebellion. For others lower, he thinks they should rise too, yet his ego still keeps him as ‘higher’.  Lunear enjoys high society things, things normal trolls wouldn’t do. Like music, the arts, novels, fine foods- actually he does more common things than ‘fancy things’. Reading anything he thinks is interesting, writing, (his secret self inserts into epic stories and fictions), knitting, carving, tinkering, organizing, flirting, fighting- he’s pretty ‘normal’ as far as interests and hobbies go. ‘Low class’ hobbies tend be a little more hidden, after all, apperance is everything! If asked about it, he says THOSE hobbies are to expand his world view. Perhaps the only odd thing he has is his obsession with rainbow drinkers. He thinks they are abominations, and would hate to become one. (That however doesn’t mean he hasn’t written such things). One of his dreams is to perhaps become a rainbow drinker hunter. But for now, ruling and controlling is priority.  It’s worth note, that Lunear’s Lusus, Batbro, is actually female. For all his love for his lusus, and his ‘knowledge’, Lunear has never figured this out. ‘Batbro’ hasn’t bothered correcting him. They do get along well enough. Batbro tending to be… simply patient with their little troll.  Just as well, he sees his scars a mark of his ‘toughness’. It didn’t kill him, it made him stronger. This is clearly, a sign that he is a capable leader, (it’s not). Strengths: - Decisive: When Lunear makes a decision it’s quick, and done. That’s it, discussion over. He tried to pick or create the best solution and while it’s never perfect, he tries to the best of his abilities and knowledge. He will come to a decision however. Leaving a fellow troll hanging is just not in his ‘style’. If his decision effects the choices of others, such as who plays the goalie, good luck convincing him otherwise. He will shove his choice on others, thinking it simply helpful. And his decisions are not wrong, the world is just wrong is all. - Personable:  He likes talking and listening, cleans up after himself, and gets along with others, (when he’s not trying to get them to follow him…or being pushy). Usually he’s polite and minds his attitude, and will try to get followers by flowerly language and flattery over force. He can bite back his forceful self for a short while, though he will fume silently when alone later on. Small groups or large groups he likes to try and keep up the act- alone, not always. If it will get him further he’ll do it, to an extent. Just be sure that you know who you owe the favor to, and who was the troll that bailed you out of a tight jam. Appearances are everything. - Accepting: Lunear doesn’t care how you look, how you act, just your smarts and skills. Even if those are lacking well, you have some use. Lunear thinks that everyone has a purpose, and everyone has a use. Even if it’s just as simple as cannon fodder. You want to be a drone? Go for it. Want to be a painter? Why not. Dreams are worth having, even if rather outlandish. High or low, he will understand. Just because you suck at what you were supposed to be born good at doesn’t mean you’re useless. It just means you have some other purpose. Like a Loyal follower. - Ambitious: Lunear is going places. He wants to rise above his blood and will try anything at least once. Get better, become the best. He has his own crazy dreams, and is going to go for them eventually. No one can stop him. They’re not good enough to even try, and each day he only becomes better and more perfect. All good things come in time, and growing up, time is all he has. He’ll cover his ass best he can and dispose of those who refuse to yield. Sorry, thems the breaks. Flaws: - Haughty: The best shit to have been shat, he’s the (next) closest thing to royalty. He is the most qualified, trained, skilled- he’s just the best. Lunear is confident and cocky to be sure, but worst, he boats and brags. His ego is huge and while he’s got some twisted views of the hemospectrum, he is always the one on top. Thing different? He’s sorry you have a broken thinkpan. Bask in his glory, because it’s all he can do for you uncultured swine. Don’t even try to say he’s not, because he is. You’re just making a fool of yourself. - Overly affectionate: At first it’s not apparent. Maybe a casual touch here, a smile there, eventually Lunear gets feelsy. Not molesty feeling, but more snuggling cuddling, coddling, babying. He likes to take care of others and as such it can with his ego lead him to dismiss their efforts and rather just try to get close. Another aspect of this is the fact that Lunear can get… creepy. Like likes watching you sleep. He likes figuring out what you eat. He does it out of affection… no matter how misled. Rejection is just a sign you are not ready for him yet, but, it’s okay, he can wait for you. - Extreme: If you don’t go all the way, go home. In his attitude, ego, emotions for others, the young troll is bound to extremes. Super clean hive, super clean cut clothes, super attitude, super ego, super enthusiastic- he can become easily overbearing. Because he just is. If he likes you, he likes you. If not tough luck. He made his decision, and it will be done. Maybe you can make amends, but, such things will take time, (or bribery). - Ambitious: On the flip side to his drive, his plans can be poorly thought out, reckless even. His views are not congruent with what is expected of Troll society. He is not always careful, and as such it can be concerning with just how far he might push himself, or others. Weapon: Whip. Appearance: Two horns- Look like bat wings off the side of his head  Hair is short and pulled back into a pony tail with blue ribbon. A patch of white hair covers front right of face which is covered in scars.  Clothing is anything ornate/Victorian gothic. Boots with heels aw yis. CC outfit really.  If he can have prominent canine fangs that would be cool. u-u he’ll grow into them.  Scars come from a fire in his hive not that long ago. He kept candles burning and they caught the drapes on fire. He says it was a battle, his lusus says no more candles. Home: New Hemisect City Lusus: Giant bat. Called ‘Batbro’ this is rather…mistaken. The lusus is female, and while she would like to be known as female, correcting her little troll would only upset him. She’s a pampering lusus, wanting to spoil young Lunear as much as she can. Not that he minds. Patient, and rather calm, ‘batbro’ tends to keep a watchful eye on her ward, and is actually highly protective of him when not in public.  She rather ‘blames’ herself for Lunear’s scars and has since dedicated herself full scale to keeping him safe. Her mothering nature has led him to think that it’s simply natural to mother those under your protection. The pamper obviously didn’t help with his growing ego.  ‘Batbro’ is an omnivore, and has been known to try an eat trolls she sees as a threat to Lunear. Sometimes, he encourages it. Other times… he just keeps out of the way and hopes the troll can hide well.

Lunear Reglos


Lunar- Moon
Regal-Royal


Blood colour: #002366 aka Royal Blue
 

Gender: Male
Symbol: Flur-de-lis

Personality:

Lunear is the type of troll who wants to be a troll’s troll. Dependable, loved, and most importantly, in control. Control over others and himself drive him for better or worse. The boy feels that while he may not be the highest on high, he is certainly qualified to lead even if in a smaller capacity. Part of him yearns to rise above the purple bloods, while a much more large part, the ‘I want to live’ part, tells him that the idea is very stupid and he’d be better off controlling those he can.

He likes control, he likes being listened to, he likes being trusted, he likes being liked. He’s usually cordial with others, very rarely getting angry or having an outburst. When he does it’s usually from the fact he’s been mocked publicly or humiliated.

In his poor attempts to emulate the higher casts he wears jewelry in small amounts. A ring here, a necklace there, he isn’t about to go around in chains, whistles and bells. He knows his limits, yet he will give small pushes, a nudge or two. It’s his ambition to become great that gives him the man lobes to try. It’s his survival instinct that doesn’t let him go very far with it.

When not trying to emulate the purple bloods, Lunear is spending time amongst the ‘plebs’ or ‘peasants’. He does genuinely enjoy their company, but is fast to point out their ‘vast differences’ in social standing and how they ‘just will never know the trouble a blue like him must face’. He cares but in the same way an owner might care for a pet. Lunear sees trolls on the lower spectrum as his responsibility and just inherently unequal.

This however, doesn’t mean he thinks the hemospectrum as right. He does think himself a better leader than purplebloods or any other bloods. To him, the spectrum is a template, but it’s also a prison. There is no chance for elevation, no chance to rise above those born higher. For that reason, he is fine with his rebellion. For others lower, he thinks they should rise too, yet his ego still keeps him as ‘higher’.

Lunear enjoys high society things, things normal trolls wouldn’t do. Like music, the arts, novels, fine foods- actually he does more common things than ‘fancy things’. Reading anything he thinks is interesting, writing, (his secret self inserts into epic stories and fictions), knitting, carving, tinkering, organizing, flirting, fighting- he’s pretty ‘normal’ as far as interests and hobbies go. ‘Low class’ hobbies tend be a little more hidden, after all, apperance is everything! If asked about it, he says THOSE hobbies are to expand his world view. Perhaps the only odd thing he has is his obsession with rainbow drinkers. He thinks they are abominations, and would hate to become one. (That however doesn’t mean he hasn’t written such things). One of his dreams is to perhaps become a rainbow drinker hunter. But for now, ruling and controlling is priority.

It’s worth note, that Lunear’s Lusus, Batbro, is actually female. For all his love for his lusus, and his ‘knowledge’, Lunear has never figured this out. ‘Batbro’ hasn’t bothered correcting him. They do get along well enough. Batbro tending to be… simply patient with their little troll.

Just as well, he sees his scars a mark of his ‘toughness’. It didn’t kill him, it made him stronger. This is clearly, a sign that he is a capable leader, (it’s not).

Strengths:
- Decisive: When Lunear makes a decision it’s quick, and done. That’s it, discussion over. He tried to pick or create the best solution and while it’s never perfect, he tries to the best of his abilities and knowledge. He will come to a decision however. Leaving a fellow troll hanging is just not in his ‘style’. If his decision effects the choices of others, such as who plays the goalie, good luck convincing him otherwise. He will shove his choice on others, thinking it simply helpful. And his decisions are not wrong, the world is just wrong is all.
- Personable: He likes talking and listening, cleans up after himself, and gets along with others, (when he’s not trying to get them to follow him…or being pushy). Usually he’s polite and minds his attitude, and will try to get followers by flowerly language and flattery over force. He can bite back his forceful self for a short while, though he will fume silently when alone later on. Small groups or large groups he likes to try and keep up the act- alone, not always. If it will get him further he’ll do it, to an extent. Just be sure that you know who you owe the favor to, and who was the troll that bailed you out of a tight jam. Appearances are everything.
- Accepting: Lunear doesn’t care how you look, how you act, just your smarts and skills. Even if those are lacking well, you have some use. Lunear thinks that everyone has a purpose, and everyone has a use. Even if it’s just as simple as cannon fodder. You want to be a drone? Go for it. Want to be a painter? Why not. Dreams are worth having, even if rather outlandish. High or low, he will understand. Just because you suck at what you were supposed to be born good at doesn’t mean you’re useless. It just means you have some other purpose. Like a Loyal follower.
- Ambitious: Lunear is going places. He wants to rise above his blood and will try anything at least once. Get better, become the best. He has his own crazy dreams, and is going to go for them eventually. No one can stop him. They’re not good enough to even try, and each day he only becomes better and more perfect. All good things come in time, and growing up, time is all he has. He’ll cover his ass best he can and dispose of those who refuse to yield. Sorry, thems the breaks.

Flaws:
- Haughty: The best shit to have been shat, he’s the (next) closest thing to royalty. He is the most qualified, trained, skilled- he’s just the best. Lunear is confident and cocky to be sure, but worst, he boats and brags. His ego is huge and while he’s got some twisted views of the hemospectrum, he is always the one on top. Thing different? He’s sorry you have a broken thinkpan. Bask in his glory, because it’s all he can do for you uncultured swine. Don’t even try to say he’s not, because he is. You’re just making a fool of yourself.
- Overly affectionate: At first it’s not apparent. Maybe a casual touch here, a smile there, eventually Lunear gets feelsy. Not molesty feeling, but more snuggling cuddling, coddling, babying. He likes to take care of others and as such it can with his ego lead him to dismiss their efforts and rather just try to get close. Another aspect of this is the fact that Lunear can get… creepy. Like likes watching you sleep. He likes figuring out what you eat. He does it out of affection… no matter how misled. Rejection is just a sign you are not ready for him yet, but, it’s okay, he can wait for you.
- Extreme: If you don’t go all the way, go home. In his attitude, ego, emotions for others, the young troll is bound to extremes. Super clean hive, super clean cut clothes, super attitude, super ego, super enthusiastic- he can become easily overbearing. Because he just is. If he likes you, he likes you. If not tough luck. He made his decision, and it will be done. Maybe you can make amends, but, such things will take time, (or bribery).
- Ambitious: On the flip side to his drive, his plans can be poorly thought out, reckless even. His views are not congruent with what is expected of Troll society. He is not always careful, and as such it can be concerning with just how far he might push himself, or others.

Weapon: Whip.

Appearance: Two horns- Look like bat wings off the side of his head
Hair is short and pulled back into a pony tail with blue ribbon. A patch of white hair covers front right of face which is covered in scars.
Clothing is anything ornate/Victorian gothic. Boots with heels aw yis. CC outfit really.
If he can have prominent canine fangs that would be cool. u-u he’ll grow into them.

Scars come from a fire in his hive not that long ago. He kept candles burning and they caught the drapes on fire. He says it was a battle, his lusus says no more candles.

Home: New Hemisect City

Lusus: Giant bat. Called ‘Batbro’ this is rather…mistaken. The lusus is female, and while she would like to be known as female, correcting her little troll would only upset him. She’s a pampering lusus, wanting to spoil young Lunear as much as she can. Not that he minds. Patient, and rather calm, ‘batbro’ tends to keep a watchful eye on her ward, and is actually highly protective of him when not in public.
She rather ‘blames’ herself for Lunear’s scars and has since dedicated herself full scale to keeping him safe. Her mothering nature has led him to think that it’s simply natural to mother those under your protection. The pamper obviously didn’t help with his growing ego.

‘Batbro’ is an omnivore, and has been known to try an eat trolls she sees as a threat to Lunear. Sometimes, he encourages it. Other times… he just keeps out of the way and hopes the troll can hide well.

Paris Vin Nicknames: Ris, Frenchie, Cat butt Gender: Male Age: Mid-Twenties Faction: Demon Race: Khrafstra Natural Ability: Putrefy- Can rot, taint, or otherwise deteriorate organic matter and water Personality:  - Tomcat: He likes the ladies and is sweet on them. He does tend to lay his moves on a little thick, and has a habit of lingering when he’s not wanted. He is as some might say ‘good in small doses, not to be taken regularly’. He’s the affectionate guy who will never quite grasp personal space issues. Who doesn’t pick up the hint that a lady is taken. He genuinely likes people, just a bit too much to the point he’s not very good at realizing when they’ve had enough of him.  - Meow what’s the problem: Paris for all his ability to smooth up to people, doesn’t like dealing with issues. Customer Service is… tricky. He just likes to bake things. Baking is easy. Can he bake forever because baking means he doesn’t have to hear your bitching. Negative is not what he wants and while he may try to smooth things over, if at first it doesn’t work, he’s done trying. The more close her is to a person the more he will try, but for strangers? Not so much. There is a reason he sticks to kitchens.  - I’m going to do the thing: He’s going to do it Holland. Stop trying to stop him. He’s going to do the thing. Paris is… rash. Very much so to the point he is reckless and careless in many ways. In his want to try new things this can mean he makes bad decisions. This is part of why he hangs out with Holland. Because Holland will stop him from doing the thing.  - All work and no play: Surprisingly, Paris is a hard worker. A workaholic even, he likes the hours he spends cooking and baking, more, he likes the skill needed to present a dish. Until it’s time to clock out, Paris is 100% devoted to work. When taking up a hobby… It’s hard to drag him away. Ask him to cook dinner- there is no discussion, only one delicious meal shortly after.  - Follower not a leader: Paris is someone with little direction. He is fairly free spirited, but unless set on a scheduled or directed he might as well be lazing on a trash bin looking for a pretty sassy lil kitty. He listens and listens well. He takes orders very well. When lost he tends to just gravitate to someone he knows. Job/Business: Chef and head baker at a local cafe. His business is being up in Holland’s business Personal History: Born to two Khrafstra, one a bug the other a feline, he didn’t get much from his dad aside from color- the kitty nature was all mom. A (just barely) graduate from Hades High, he just knew he liked to cook. And bake. And his friend had a nice job as a server so he just kind of followed after.

Paris Vin
Nicknames: Ris, Frenchie, Cat butt
Gender: Male
Age: Mid-Twenties

Faction: Demon
Race: Khrafstra

Natural Ability: Putrefy- Can rot, taint, or otherwise deteriorate organic matter and water


Personality:
- Tomcat: He likes the ladies and is sweet on them. He does tend to lay his moves on a little thick, and has a habit of lingering when he’s not wanted. He is as some might say ‘good in small doses, not to be taken regularly’. He’s the affectionate guy who will never quite grasp personal space issues. Who doesn’t pick up the hint that a lady is taken. He genuinely likes people, just a bit too much to the point he’s not very good at realizing when they’ve had enough of him.

- Meow what’s the problem: Paris for all his ability to smooth up to people, doesn’t like dealing with issues. Customer Service is… tricky. He just likes to bake things. Baking is easy. Can he bake forever because baking means he doesn’t have to hear your bitching. Negative is not what he wants and while he may try to smooth things over, if at first it doesn’t work, he’s done trying. The more close her is to a person the more he will try, but for strangers? Not so much. There is a reason he sticks to kitchens.

- I’m going to do the thing: He’s going to do it Holland. Stop trying to stop him. He’s going to do the thing. Paris is… rash. Very much so to the point he is reckless and careless in many ways. In his want to try new things this can mean he makes bad decisions. This is part of why he hangs out with Holland. Because Holland will stop him from doing the thing.

- All work and no play: Surprisingly, Paris is a hard worker. A workaholic even, he likes the hours he spends cooking and baking, more, he likes the skill needed to present a dish. Until it’s time to clock out, Paris is 100% devoted to work. When taking up a hobby… It’s hard to drag him away. Ask him to cook dinner- there is no discussion, only one delicious meal shortly after.

- Follower not a leader: Paris is someone with little direction. He is fairly free spirited, but unless set on a scheduled or directed he might as well be lazing on a trash bin looking for a pretty sassy lil kitty. He listens and listens well. He takes orders very well. When lost he tends to just gravitate to someone he knows.


Job/Business: Chef and head baker at a local cafe. His business is being up in Holland’s business


Personal History: Born to two Khrafstra, one a bug the other a feline, he didn’t get much from his dad aside from color- the kitty nature was all mom. A (just barely) graduate from Hades High, he just knew he liked to cook. And bake. And his friend had a nice job as a server so he just kind of followed after.

Marcuros Age: 17 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation:  Pansexual, leaning towards those of female gender orientation and appearance Craft: Former Apprentice Jeweler Rank: Candidate Physical Description:Five foot eight, light brown skin, black hair and dark blue eyes. He has burn scars over the right side of his face and the top portion of his scalp, resulting in a white patch of hair that covers most of his scars. He dyes for public appearances or meetings with new people, and stops once he feels that a person or group will react less to the oddity.  -His scars run from front right scalp to his mid cheek, and go over his eye rather than on. He can see just fine, though his eyebrow is also white, (and he’s too lazy to dye it and risk his eye that way). Personality:   Non-confrontational: Fighting, verbally or physically is not in Marcuros’s agenda. He tends to make way for those who feel the need to push, and only offers resistance in the event it runs counter to his morals or are detrimental to his work. In such events he tends to offer the most minimal interaction as possible. While he is curt in such events, he doesn’t resort to insults or debates. He says no, and continues on with what he feels needs to be done, (if that means being a stubborn roadblock so be it). He backs off if he unintentionally offends or someone tells him to ‘stop’ (usually seen with his flirting), and more often than not Marcuros will try to solve conflicts peacefully with compromise if possible.  Thoughtful: Value is placed into work, intent, meaning, symbolic gestures- Marcuros isn’t so much eloquent as is just some one who likes to consider the feelings of others and the consequences of his actions when not looking towards his own aims. While he may be a flirt, he’s very respectful of when he’s rebuffed and declined, and is fast to offer an apology if he’s unintentionally made someone uncomfortable. He likes company, even with his appearance, and will often try to not shock or expose the scars which others might find awkward or uncomfortable. Marcuros holds value in what he does and says, and will hold the same value to the words and actions of others. This does mean he spends more time on detail work if and when told the meaning behind it. It can also, at times, lead to him over thinking. He’s working on that though.  Driven: Some might call him stubborn, others steadfast. One might say he’s meticulous while at the same time being to easily engrossed. When Marcuros does something, he does it with the full intent on completing it to the best of his abilities. From wooing to his wood work, (while both can use practice), and sculpting wire or just cleaning his boots, Marcuros aims to work and do well in his work. The same goes for his promises and his goals. He likes completing things, the feeling of satisfaction that comes with. He likes finality, closure. Sadly, when lacking such an ‘end’ he can end up feeling rather disappointed in himself or others, or he becomes stubbornly determined to finish it by any means. This can blindside him at times, and end up with him completing something nearly perfect… at the cost of that date he had planned. Whoops!  Hedonistic: Marcuros loves life. It’s a simple enough fact, but his love of life is also a rather one sided love. He fails to see how taking risks are well… not good. Oh he gets the logic of some things, like logically you don’t want to see how many women you can seduce in one night but if you can… why not? Wanting to try new things and test his own limits, Marcuros in his driven behavior sometimes forgets risk are risks and he does have very real limits. So what if he didn’t eat while he was working? He was having fun and enjoying himself. He might miss a trader coming to town if he goes to sleep with a pretty girl? Well… that happens. Good food, good company, good times. He’s not a money manager, he’s not a scribe for somebody, he’s a jeweler. He needs inspiration. Too bad he finds it at the expense of other things such as his health, his finances, or his ability to look somebody in the eye later that week.  Logical: Honesty is a great policy but it’s not the best. In his own twisted sense of logic, things for other people matter in the future. Things for himself matter in that instant.Sacrificing dinner to complete a work while he’s ‘on a roll’ makes sense to him because he’s already so focused. Skipping out on someone to meet a pretty girl? Makes sense because the girl is just one night, the other person will be there in the morning. Arguing over small stuff? Not worth anyone’s time. Marcuros’s logic is self rewarding unless it is a situation where another person’s happiness or well being is effected. He does a lot of selfish things but he never aims to have others get hurt for his benefit. He weighs things logically (to his view). If it would hurt a person more than help them to tell the truth… he wont say anything. If he has to choose between a job that pays more or a job from a friend… he needs the coin so higher paying job it is. His logic is logical, if…. twisted.  Moralistic: Upfront, honest… and blunt and sometimes crude Marcuros tries to do well by others and help them but can fall short. Very short. In his tunnel self centric vision he can forget not everyone is like him. Not everyone appreciates him backing down from fights, people don’t always like a workaholic, and its annoying to have something said to you with such a blunt honesty that well intentioned, wasn’t exactly ‘pleasant’ to be confronted with. No matter how much he might think about his words or actions, he can mess up and just flat forget it’s not all about him. He sticks to what he thinks, that there is a way you act, that you should treat one person one way and another person differently depending on who they are and what they’ve done. His beliefs no matter the intent, blind him to the larger fact that he is stubborn. His view of right is right. He will do his best and someone help him he might never know he’s doing wrong. 
 
Strengths: Non-confrontational, Thoughtful, Driven Weaknesses: Hedonistic, Logical, Moralistic History:  Born to a Journeymen blacksmith and his wife in Monaco hold, Marcuros grew up by forges and fire. A single child he was more or less expected to take up work as a smith of some sort, the trade of both his parents. Taught to read and write the basics early on to give him a potential head start as a smith, he had the basics of his parent’s craft in terms of what they did and what one day he would be expected to do.  It just so happened that one day he went to the forge with his father at the tender age of 11. And in a brilliant move, decided to show dad what he knew.  That was involving hot coals.  Ending with them connecting to his face from a fall, his face was badly burned and though his eye was saved, it left obvious damage. After this event Marcuros’s father forbade him from becoming a blacksmith and told him that he was to pursue something more suitable. Like drafting. Marcuros didn’t think so.  Marcuros and his parents fought up until he was 14 at which point Marcuros had found a better love, jewelry. The skill to mold shape from hot metal, to wrap it around precious stones and other ornaments? The detail work and the artistry of it got him going and while it still would mean working somewhat in a forge it wouldn’t be nearly as worrisome for his parents.  His mother and father gave (reluctant) approval and Marcuros began his apprenticeship. He had never considered the possibility of being a candidate, much less a dragon rider. A year after his apprenticeship began, the events that would shake Monaco began.  When the thread fell, Marcuros was more or less shell shocked and was confused as to why the riders were more or less, victims as well. At that time he didn’t lose anyone, (thankfully), and remained very safety tucked by the forges, only knowing what was happening from the screams outside. Working inside he’s been told, is how he should celebrate. He’ll say not true, work saved his life after all. The fall was shocking, and if anything it made him slightly concerned in the sense of just what the hell riders were if they couldn’t do what they had existed for in the first place.  The thread that fell in his past did little however to bring Marcuros closer to his parents in what he wanted to do. Nor did it, or the take over of the weyr change him. He wasn’t apart of that. He was just a jewelery. If anything, it just was new business to him. Business and him wondering just what riders were even doing. He didn’t think very fondly of them, seeing them rather as unfortunate for their lack of apparent skill and discipline. He never would have even considered the possibility of becoming one yet at 17, he was searched, and the opportunity intrigued him, even he could admit that much. He was old enough to know what craft he would pursue should he never be chosen, he could return to it. Still, it took him a day to decide but once he accepted?  He was ready to take on whatever happened. Other/Talents: Reads and write well, ambidextrous, steady hands for detail work, moderate knowledge of minerals, Kind of a shitty sculptor but he tries

Marcuros
Age: 17 
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, leaning towards those of female gender orientation and appearance
Craft: Former Apprentice Jeweler
Rank: Candidate

Physical Description:Five foot eight, light brown skin, black hair and dark blue eyes. He has burn scars over the right side of his face and the top portion of his scalp, resulting in a white patch of hair that covers most of his scars. He dyes for public appearances or meetings with new people, and stops once he feels that a person or group will react less to the oddity.
-His scars run from front right scalp to his mid cheek, and go over his eye rather than on. He can see just fine, though his eyebrow is also white, (and he’s too lazy to dye it and risk his eye that way).

Personality:

Non-confrontational: Fighting, verbally or physically is not in Marcuros’s agenda. He tends to make way for those who feel the need to push, and only offers resistance in the event it runs counter to his morals or are detrimental to his work. In such events he tends to offer the most minimal interaction as possible. While he is curt in such events, he doesn’t resort to insults or debates. He says no, and continues on with what he feels needs to be done, (if that means being a stubborn roadblock so be it). He backs off if he unintentionally offends or someone tells him to ‘stop’ (usually seen with his flirting), and more often than not Marcuros will try to solve conflicts peacefully with compromise if possible.

Thoughtful: Value is placed into work, intent, meaning, symbolic gestures- Marcuros isn’t so much eloquent as is just some one who likes to consider the feelings of others and the consequences of his actions when not looking towards his own aims. While he may be a flirt, he’s very respectful of when he’s rebuffed and declined, and is fast to offer an apology if he’s unintentionally made someone uncomfortable. He likes company, even with his appearance, and will often try to not shock or expose the scars which others might find awkward or uncomfortable. Marcuros holds value in what he does and says, and will hold the same value to the words and actions of others. This does mean he spends more time on detail work if and when told the meaning behind it. It can also, at times, lead to him over thinking. He’s working on that though.

Driven: Some might call him stubborn, others steadfast. One might say he’s meticulous while at the same time being to easily engrossed. When Marcuros does something, he does it with the full intent on completing it to the best of his abilities. From wooing to his wood work, (while both can use practice), and sculpting wire or just cleaning his boots, Marcuros aims to work and do well in his work. The same goes for his promises and his goals. He likes completing things, the feeling of satisfaction that comes with. He likes finality, closure. Sadly, when lacking such an ‘end’ he can end up feeling rather disappointed in himself or others, or he becomes stubbornly determined to finish it by any means. This can blindside him at times, and end up with him completing something nearly perfect… at the cost of that date he had planned. Whoops!

Hedonistic: Marcuros loves life. It’s a simple enough fact, but his love of life is also a rather one sided love. He fails to see how taking risks are well… not good. Oh he gets the logic of some things, like logically you don’t want to see how many women you can seduce in one night but if you can… why not? Wanting to try new things and test his own limits, Marcuros in his driven behavior sometimes forgets risk are risks and he does have very real limits. So what if he didn’t eat while he was working? He was having fun and enjoying himself. He might miss a trader coming to town if he goes to sleep with a pretty girl? Well… that happens. Good food, good company, good times. He’s not a money manager, he’s not a scribe for somebody, he’s a jeweler. He needs inspiration. Too bad he finds it at the expense of other things such as his health, his finances, or his ability to look somebody in the eye later that week.

Logical: Honesty is a great policy but it’s not the best. In his own twisted sense of logic, things for other people matter in the future. Things for himself matter in that instant.Sacrificing dinner to complete a work while he’s ‘on a roll’ makes sense to him because he’s already so focused. Skipping out on someone to meet a pretty girl? Makes sense because the girl is just one night, the other person will be there in the morning. Arguing over small stuff? Not worth anyone’s time. Marcuros’s logic is self rewarding unless it is a situation where another person’s happiness or well being is effected. He does a lot of selfish things but he never aims to have others get hurt for his benefit. He weighs things logically (to his view). If it would hurt a person more than help them to tell the truth… he wont say anything. If he has to choose between a job that pays more or a job from a friend… he needs the coin so higher paying job it is. His logic is logical, if…. twisted.

Moralistic: Upfront, honest… and blunt and sometimes crude Marcuros tries to do well by others and help them but can fall short. Very short. In his tunnel self centric vision he can forget not everyone is like him. Not everyone appreciates him backing down from fights, people don’t always like a workaholic, and its annoying to have something said to you with such a blunt honesty that well intentioned, wasn’t exactly ‘pleasant’ to be confronted with. No matter how much he might think about his words or actions, he can mess up and just flat forget it’s not all about him. He sticks to what he thinks, that there is a way you act, that you should treat one person one way and another person differently depending on who they are and what they’ve done. His beliefs no matter the intent, blind him to the larger fact that he is stubborn. His view of right is right. He will do his best and someone help him he might never know he’s doing wrong.

 


Strengths: Non-confrontational, Thoughtful, Driven
Weaknesses: Hedonistic, Logical, Moralistic

History:

Born to a Journeymen blacksmith and his wife in Monaco hold, Marcuros grew up by forges and fire. A single child he was more or less expected to take up work as a smith of some sort, the trade of both his parents. Taught to read and write the basics early on to give him a potential head start as a smith, he had the basics of his parent’s craft in terms of what they did and what one day he would be expected to do.

It just so happened that one day he went to the forge with his father at the tender age of 11. And in a brilliant move, decided to show dad what he knew.
That was involving hot coals.

Ending with them connecting to his face from a fall, his face was badly burned and though his eye was saved, it left obvious damage. After this event Marcuros’s father forbade him from becoming a blacksmith and told him that he was to pursue something more suitable. Like drafting. Marcuros didn’t think so.

Marcuros and his parents fought up until he was 14 at which point Marcuros had found a better love, jewelry. The skill to mold shape from hot metal, to wrap it around precious stones and other ornaments? The detail work and the artistry of it got him going and while it still would mean working somewhat in a forge it wouldn’t be nearly as worrisome for his parents.

His mother and father gave (reluctant) approval and Marcuros began his apprenticeship. He had never considered the possibility of being a candidate, much less a dragon rider. A year after his apprenticeship began, the events that would shake Monaco began.

When the thread fell, Marcuros was more or less shell shocked and was confused as to why the riders were more or less, victims as well. At that time he didn’t lose anyone, (thankfully), and remained very safety tucked by the forges, only knowing what was happening from the screams outside. Working inside he’s been told, is how he should celebrate. He’ll say not true, work saved his life after all. The fall was shocking, and if anything it made him slightly concerned in the sense of just what the hell riders were if they couldn’t do what they had existed for in the first place.

The thread that fell in his past did little however to bring Marcuros closer to his parents in what he wanted to do. Nor did it, or the take over of the weyr change him. He wasn’t apart of that. He was just a jewelery. If anything, it just was new business to him. Business and him wondering just what riders were even doing. He didn’t think very fondly of them, seeing them rather as unfortunate for their lack of apparent skill and discipline. He never would have even considered the possibility of becoming one yet at 17, he was searched, and the opportunity intrigued him, even he could admit that much. He was old enough to know what craft he would pursue should he never be chosen, he could return to it. Still, it took him a day to decide but once he accepted?

He was ready to take on whatever happened.

Other/Talents: Reads and write well, ambidextrous, steady hands for detail work, moderate knowledge of minerals, Kind of a shitty sculptor but he tries

Solia Delacroix

Nicknames: Sol (she might have cosplayed Sollux for a few cons).
Gender: Female
Age: 18 

Category: Death

Personality:
SHIPPING TUMBLR BLOG, (Air-headed/Forgetful): A slight space case, Solia is forgetful when it comes to names and faces, but not so much with facts and details. Gazing off wistfully is a past time, and sighs and gasps of wonder at ‘new’ things happen a lot. New being something she just forgot she saw or someone showing her a move just the day before. Repetition is needed with her and things like dates and times usually take about five to 10 repeats. Faces and names just a bit less. Overall, unless it’s cold hard facts or minute details, Solia will forget or space out on them.

IT IS MY OTP (Willful, stubborn): When she ship something she ships it hard. Her headstrong opinions and thoughts are often loud and it’s somewhat, if not impossibly hard to stop her or make her change her mind without good reason. When she thinks she’s right she’s right. When she wants to do something she will do it. When confronted with the fact she’s wrong or she can’t get her way, she’ll pout, internalize, and just silently fume at whatever is denied to her.

FEELS (emotional, sympathetic): Solia, for all her opinionated self, likes to listen to people. She likes talking to people or sometimes just listening to others talk. She’s the type that could go to a five hour lecture and enjoy every second of it, (not that she would remember it). She is at times, a bleeding heart and wants to help people and make them feel better. She tries very hard to understand other people’s feelings and thoughts, and will worry and fret and eventually begin to panic when others are distressed. She wants to solve the world’s problems, her own included. Sadly, she is idealistic in some ways, and it her willingness to help and believe others troubles can be used against her rather easily. Emotions or feelings are the only ‘gullible’ things with her. Other things like facts and such will be taken with a normal amount of salt and speculation.

LOOK AT MY SHIPS (Detail oriented): Facts are one thing Solia loves. Stemming from this she has a fixation on details that might seem useless or, are rather important. Facts need to be grounded in examples, logic, evidence- and many of those things can be found in the details. From her work to her living space, Solia has a thing for where things are and where things go. While she might not be organized, she knows how things are supposed to go and how they are supposed to work. Her work space might be a mess, but she knows where everything is. Memorization in this field isn’t that hard for her. This however, only helps her so much when it comes to emotions. She’s quick to pick up body language and facial expressions but not all the time. If she notices an odd habit, that’s why she noticed, Because it’s a habit a person doesn’t normally do. Her habit of nit picking at details however can be annoying as once she’s latched onto something she doesn’t easily let go.

ALL MY SHIPS WILL SAIL ON (Rose tinted world): It will get better. Basically a life motto she forced herself to believe Solia is determined that every cloud has a silver lining and there is always a sunny day ahead. Nothing stays bad forever. After all, she thought she’d never be able to fight monsters now look at her! Aside from occasionally being blindly optimistic, Solia tries to downplay unpleasant things, and when she can’t find a silver lining or a happy thought, she’ll clam up and be introverted rather than extroverted.

OMG OTP (Excitable): She might have been a huge dork before coming to deus and it shows. Her love for fandoms has not ended and she tends to go on about things she loves. Things she loves plus new things onto it? She flips out and gushes. Solia is, at heart, a fangirl who ships.


Why did your human character choose to become a Hunter?
Solia grew up normal until she was a preschooler in a rather strict catholic school, (extending to 2nd grade). Nuns threatening her with hell, the devil- fear became an everyday lesson, and eventually she began to see shadows. Calling her ‘touched by the devil’ for when she asked about the shadows and why holy things didn’t work on them, her parents sought exorcisms and other rituals to rid their daughter of her ‘taint’. Nothing worked and she was eventually shoved into (a much less strict), boarding school and ignored by her family. She learned that the shadows would never leave, and has for much of her life thought that she really was cursed. To cope she worked to ignore things and force herself to smile, and for a good part, it’s worked. She did gain something akin to a normal life, mostly through fandoms, things like tumblr, conventions, as her family gave her everything so long as she never really went home.

Coming to Deus however, is making her feel much better about the simple fact she exists, and it’s made her feel less like an cursed being that should have never have been born. 


Height: Five foot even
Birthday: April 11th, 1994 
Race: French American
Fears: Churches, Nuns, Priests- Having been forced to part take in exorcisms has left her afraid of them. She still has her faith, but going to a church or anything to do with a church sets off her alarms.
Dreams: To see Paris
Favorite Color: #1472ff
Favorite Food: Eggplant
Least favorite Food: Nutella
Favorite Person: You u-u
Favorite Book: Good Omens
Hobbies: Blogging, Sewing/Craft (cosplaying), Watching TV/Movies/Anime, fangirling, running and volleyball.
Languages: Fluent in french and latin. Latin however she’d rather not ever deal with again.
Smells like: Ocean, (body wash and shampoo)
Favorite Animal: Blue Bird

 

Thera
Original Clan: War Job Role: Chieftain- Title/Role of Weaponsmaster Personality:  -Sassy  -Confidant  -Optimistic  -Perfectionist  Thera is not going to take anybody’s shit. Rather, she would take you shit and shove it down your throat while sweetly telling how it’s hurting you more than it’s hurting her but don’t worry, her senses are thoroughly offended. Thera prides herself on her work, if it be training young horsemen or, killing humans, (The former she would boast that they are indeed the creme de la creme, the later she would preen of just how many she slew). Demanding the best foot forward, the most you can make, she’s a slave driver that is willing to crack the whip to get her recruits to toughen up.  She has faith in youths, and when they fall short she encourages them and offers advice when she can. She’s not above holding someone back if she feels they are not ready, and will do so saying it’s ‘for their own good’.  Liking a good laugh, she often finds humor in jokes at the expense of others, and takes things rather flippantly when someone jokes or insults her. They’re just jelly. If they poke fun of a mistake? That will get under her skin. She doesn’t like to make mistakes. This extends to those who trained under her, feeling that their failures are actually a reflection of her poor training. 
Has a habit of adopting people for training purposes.Mount Form: Oversized Komodo Dragon YEAH Weapon Form: Estoc with a worn leather and iron hilt. FEAR ATTACK: A flurry of blows, Thera stabs her target, leaving them with various small wounds in the hopes it will prolong their suffering, (Tainted Fang). Physical Description: Eye Colour: Pink Hair Colour/Style: White/light blonde Skin Colour: Semi tan Clothing Style/Colours: w/e the balls someone can come up with. PELTS. Yeah. Extra: Wings are that of a Brahminy Kite

Thera

Original Clan: War

Job Role: Chieftain- Title/Role of Weaponsmaster

Personality:
-Sassy
-Confidant
-Optimistic
-Perfectionist

Thera is not going to take anybody’s shit. Rather, she would take you shit and shove it down your throat while sweetly telling how it’s hurting you more than it’s hurting her but don’t worry, her senses are thoroughly offended. Thera prides herself on her work, if it be training young horsemen or, killing humans, (The former she would boast that they are indeed the creme de la creme, the later she would preen of just how many she slew). Demanding the best foot forward, the most you can make, she’s a slave driver that is willing to crack the whip to get her recruits to toughen up.

She has faith in youths, and when they fall short she encourages them and offers advice when she can. She’s not above holding someone back if she feels they are not ready, and will do so saying it’s ‘for their own good’.
Liking a good laugh, she often finds humor in jokes at the expense of others, and takes things rather flippantly when someone jokes or insults her. They’re just jelly. If they poke fun of a mistake? That will get under her skin. She doesn’t like to make mistakes. This extends to those who trained under her, feeling that their failures are actually a reflection of her poor training.

Has a habit of adopting people for training purposes.
Mount Form: Oversized Komodo Dragon YEAH

Weapon Form: Estoc with a worn leather and iron hilt.

FEAR ATTACK: A flurry of blows, Thera stabs her target, leaving them with various small wounds in the hopes it will prolong their suffering, (Tainted Fang).


Physical Description:

Eye Colour: Pink
Hair Colour/Style: White/light blonde
Skin Colour: Semi tan
Clothing Style/Colours: w/e the balls someone can come up with. PELTS. Yeah.
Extra: Wings are that of a Brahminy Kite

Name: Bulbous Rex Nicknames: Gender: Male Age: Late 30s Faction/Race Horseman/Famine Natural Ability: Summons a simple brass Thurible. Personality: General expecting disappointment, not much to put stock into what is said so much as what is shown. He likes to challenge people with the phrase of ‘Impress me’, though more often than not he was of the mind he’d not be impressed anyway. Sharing is caring and he’s more than happy to share with those in his clan. To outsiders he’s a little more grumpy, but he’s curious enough to try anything once. Or twice. Or all the time.  He also keeps his possessions on him by eating them and pulling them out of his ‘stomach’ Very visually pleasing, especially give you can bit of dead things floating in said stomach. <———-Before  After————> He’s still very much in the mind that people need to work hard, and strive for what they want. He’s internally enraged about the islands, but he refuses to cave in, pushing himself to gather the best materials he can and make the best he can. He still will challenge people and prefers the passive manner of teaching. You make a mistake and lose an arm? Good, maybe you will learn from it. He views outsiders with contempt still, but then, he views almost everyone younger than him with contempt. His curiosity for new things and experiments hasn’t left him, though he is more cautious in what he uses that is ‘authentic’. The less waste, the better  He still rips things from his gut, that hasn’t changed. What do they do at Amityville Academy? WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S IC JOB: Previous Temp Instructor, IDK if he’s a sage or an alchemist /sobbu FEAR: Tainted Fang. The fumes from the thurible when inhaled/come into contact deteriorate FEAR.  (If not the thurible, the usually throw vials of things at people) Physical Description: Eye Colour: Green with yellow sclera Hair Colour/Style: Shaggy mop moss green Skin Colour: Bronze Clothing Style/Colours: Not bone thin. Actually a bit chubby, only his hands are skeletal thin. He wears a thick moth eaten scarf and wear a long embroidered vest of yellow and gold. Dirty slacks and leg wrappings, barefoot Extra: Belly is slightly large, and translucent, moths and things can be seen inside, very much alive. Has small spines that go down his spine. References: (if applicable)  

Name: Bulbous Rex
Nicknames:
Gender: Male
Age: Late 30s

Faction/Race Horseman/Famine
Natural Ability: Summons a simple brass Thurible.
Personality: General expecting disappointment, not much to put stock into what is said so much as what is shown. He likes to challenge people with the phrase of ‘Impress me’, though more often than not he was of the mind he’d not be impressed anyway. Sharing is caring and he’s more than happy to share with those in his clan. To outsiders he’s a little more grumpy, but he’s curious enough to try anything once. Or twice. Or all the time.
He also keeps his possessions on him by eating them and pulling them out of his ‘stomach’ Very visually pleasing, especially give you can bit of dead things floating in said stomach. <———-Before

After————> He’s still very much in the mind that people need to work hard, and strive for what they want. He’s internally enraged about the islands, but he refuses to cave in, pushing himself to gather the best materials he can and make the best he can. He still will challenge people and prefers the passive manner of teaching. You make a mistake and lose an arm? Good, maybe you will learn from it. He views outsiders with contempt still, but then, he views almost everyone younger than him with contempt. His curiosity for new things and experiments hasn’t left him, though he is more cautious in what he uses that is ‘authentic’. The less waste, the better
He still rips things from his gut, that hasn’t changed.

What do they do at Amityville Academy? WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S IC JOB: Previous Temp Instructor, IDK if he’s a sage or an alchemist /sobbu

FEAR: Tainted Fang. The fumes from the thurible when inhaled/come into contact deteriorate FEAR.
(If not the thurible, the usually throw vials of things at people)

Physical Description:
Eye Colour: Green with yellow sclera
Hair Colour/Style: Shaggy mop moss green
Skin Colour: Bronze
Clothing Style/Colours: Not bone thin. Actually a bit chubby, only his hands are skeletal thin. He wears a thick moth eaten scarf and wear a long embroidered vest of yellow and gold. Dirty slacks and leg wrappings, barefoot
Extra: Belly is slightly large, and translucent, moths and things can be seen inside, very much alive. Has small spines that go down his spine.
References: (if applicable)
 

Name:&#160;??? Nicknames: Desu-chanGender: Female Age:&#160;??? Faction/Race Monster, Thunder Oni Natural Ability:  THE HULK. FLIPS TABLES ON REGULAR BASIS (Super Strength)  Personality: Generally goodnatured, she is smiling a majority of the time, happy to &#8216;help&#8217; students in her own way.  She is in love with bright shiny things, anything foreign, and speaks only in emotes via. Emotions change on the fly and she&#8217;s often prone to fits of irrational anger and rage. The only exceptions have recently begun to occur, and off world she uses a mask to muffle her own voice which is otherwise near deafening, a source of annoyance for her.  She lives in LALA land when she can she is rather helpful, she does have the habit however of thinking she is the proverbial shit. What do they do at Amityville Academy? WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER&#8217;S IC JOB: Trick or Treater FEAR: Thunder, Thunder, THUNDER CATS, HOOOOO  She creates sound waves/sonic booms with her voice. Not so much sound as the vibrations cause BY sound. Think intense bass.

Name: ???
Nicknames: Desu-chan
Gender: Female
Age: ???

Faction/Race Monster, Thunder Oni
Natural Ability:  THE HULK. FLIPS TABLES ON REGULAR BASIS (Super Strength)


Personality: Generally goodnatured, she is smiling a majority of the time, happy to ‘help’ students in her own way. 
She is in love with bright shiny things, anything foreign, and speaks only in emotes via. Emotions change on the fly and she’s often prone to fits of irrational anger and rage. The only exceptions have recently begun to occur, and off world she uses a mask to muffle her own voice which is otherwise near deafening, a source of annoyance for her.
She lives in LALA land when she can she is rather helpful, she does have the habit however of thinking she is the proverbial shit.


What do they do at Amityville Academy? WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S IC JOB: Trick or Treater

FEAR:
Thunder, Thunder, THUNDER CATS, HOOOOO
She creates sound waves/sonic booms with her voice. Not so much sound as the vibrations cause BY sound. Think intense bass.

Name: Kalovros Rengath 
Nicknames: Kalo Gender: Male Age: Late twenties/early thirtiesFaction/Race Demon/Hell Spawn Natural Ability: Fire immunity Personality:  He&#8217;s a being made from traditional FEAR, and has a habit of thinking in very traditional sense. No pats on the back, just slaps on the hand. He&#8217;s a no nonsense, do your damn work type, and thinks that coddling students is making life far to easy for them. In his day, why, you had to make it a show stopper. Now, just going BOO is going to cut it? Not on his watch. He tends to be very demanding and well, dickish. He aims to teach, but he&#8217;s often scowling at you with pure judgement. Under that he genuinely wants students to improve, placing emphasis on what is lacking and practicing, challenging his students to push themselves. 
But you&#8217;ve got to be these days in his mind. You want to make the most FEAR, you got to learn how to utilize your skills and how to blend them and make them work. He also has a love for horror, (the halloween view), and has a few ponies that come in hideous colors, as well as a copy of the movie: Whinne the Pooh in his office. 
 He also hates comedy, and also oddly enough racial stereotypes and those who are racist or eleitist. (He swears up and down that he would have been a movie star if the director had been willing to cast a demon and not an undead. Just because he wasn&#8217;t undead didn&#8217;t mean he shouldn&#8217;t have gotten that roll. Make up fixes everything). What do they do at Amityville Academy? WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER&#8217;S IC JOB: Theater (How to use your FEAR for the best effects), Emphasis on Natural and Racial Abilities, usually paired with setting.FEAR: Devil Flame  A FEAR infused fire that burns and can&#8217;t be put out with water, only with things like dirt or ash. Smother the flame to kill it. Physical Description: Eye Colour: Burgundy Red Hair Colour/Style: Long flame like hair, vibrant red Skin Colour: Ashen grey with black extremities Clothing Style/Colours: Black suit and ties. Extra: Three horns, one in center, two on the side. Small reddish black &#8216;bat&#8217; wings, and a traditional spiked tail. maybe red scales at joints? Small wire rimmed glasses at the end of his nose.

Name: Kalovros Rengath

Nicknames: Kalo
Gender: Male
Age: Late twenties/early thirties

Faction/Race Demon/Hell Spawn
Natural Ability: Fire immunity

Personality:
He’s a being made from traditional FEAR, and has a habit of thinking in very traditional sense. No pats on the back, just slaps on the hand. He’s a no nonsense, do your damn work type, and thinks that coddling students is making life far to easy for them. In his day, why, you had to make it a show stopper. Now, just going BOO is going to cut it? Not on his watch. He tends to be very demanding and well, dickish. He aims to teach, but he’s often scowling at you with pure judgement. Under that he genuinely wants students to improve, placing emphasis on what is lacking and practicing, challenging his students to push themselves.

But you’ve got to be these days in his mind. You want to make the most FEAR, you got to learn how to utilize your skills and how to blend them and make them work. He also has a love for horror, (the halloween view), and has a few ponies that come in hideous colors, as well as a copy of the movie: Whinne the Pooh in his office.


He also hates comedy, and also oddly enough racial stereotypes and those who are racist or eleitist. (He swears up and down that he would have been a movie star if the director had been willing to cast a demon and not an undead. Just because he wasn’t undead didn’t mean he shouldn’t have gotten that roll. Make up fixes everything).

What do they do at Amityville Academy? WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S IC JOB: Theater (How to use your FEAR for the best effects), Emphasis on Natural and Racial Abilities, usually paired with setting.

FEAR: Devil Flame
A FEAR infused fire that burns and can’t be put out with water, only with things like dirt or ash. Smother the flame to kill it.

Physical Description:
Eye Colour: Burgundy Red
Hair Colour/Style: Long flame like hair, vibrant red
Skin Colour: Ashen grey with black extremities
Clothing Style/Colours: Black suit and ties.
Extra: Three horns, one in center, two on the side. Small reddish black ‘bat’ wings, and a traditional spiked tail. maybe red scales at joints? Small wire rimmed glasses at the end of his nose.

Atiqua Cifica  Antiqua- Latin for ancient  Pacificas- Latin for pacific 
Blood- Teal #279696

Personality: Know it all busy body. That sums up Atiqua pretty well. She is a troll&#8217;s troll in her opinion and your life will no doubt be better once she&#8217;s a part of it. Days spent pouring over books, nights spent organizing those books, she strives for perfection even if she herself is imperfect. She tries, a troll would know she tries, but she often misses the fact she falls short. Not looking to the big picture, she looks to the details, to the nitty gritty things most might miss. She aims for perfection but she occasionally misses&#8230; and then misses the fact she misses. Ending in a mess which Atiqua will spend her next day &#8216;fixing&#8217;. Never giving up, nearly never backing down from a challenge Atiqua charges into things full force. Problem? No, there isn&#8217;t. There is only a thing to overcome. Polite as she can be, she tries to get on the good side of others and rub elbows with who she can. It can&#8217;t hurt right? Cuddling up she&#8217;s not adverse to leading someone on with the quadrants, though she aims to fill all of her&#8217;s, (with only the best naturally).  She deserves the best, is the best, and will show you and your lusus just how much better she is. Just.. ignore her lusus, he&#8217;s drunk or something. On air. Yes. Just ignore him okay. Fiddling with mechanics, with anything that can be taken apart and then put back together, she wants to figure out how things work. She wants to one day, get aboard a ship and then systematically take it apart just to put it back together. Her habit of breaking things just to fix them is not always accidental, but when it comes to things like model ships, engines, robots, she tries her best not to break them while taking them apart. Over the years she&#8217;s slowly built up a modest collection of model ships, some handmade others stolen or won. Ships are fascinating to her, and she would like to have her own fully functionally ship one day. Not a space ship, but a ship ship. Because while impractical in a lot of ways, in her young mind it&#8217;s simply cool.As far as blood goes she is very much set in terms of wanting to uphold the system simply because it&#8217;s a system. Yeah, it sucks at times, but without a system it could be a lot worse in her opinion. She might push her own limits with her blood, but the second she feels that those of higher caste might shoot her down, she&#8217;ll back off and away. That doesn&#8217;t mean however, that she&#8217;s not going to push those of lower caste around. That&#8217;s just how things are supposed to work in the system.As for a job- She pirates things. Makes copies of anything and everything she can. Convincing fakes to sell to low bloods. She&#8217;s not about to push her luck with high bloods. She&#8217;s really not (on part due to the fact her rather &#8216;helpless&#8217; lusus tends to shy from fighting and avoid more aggressive individuals). Seadad, (she never mastered saying coelacanth and just went with &#8216;sea&#8217;) tends to be lazy and disorganized, bumping into things, he occasionally tries to mimic other lusus but uh- He&#8217;s a bit dim for pulling it off well. Atiqua takes more care of him than he does her now.  

Strengths: 
-Confident: Atiqua thinks she is good at whatever she does. If she comes up short she will ignore the remark, assessing that next time she will prove them wrong. Failures are met with grins of an accepted challenge as that is what she views life as. A constant challenge in where her goal is to win. Failure is not an option. No, she will try try try and try again until she is perfect in which case then she will considering that challenge won. Larger challenges, ones that show her as weak or that do risk her life make her hesitate slightly, but she will still attempt them. She believes very deeply that she can do anything those of her caste are capable of. -Classy: Keeping it formal Atiqua strives to not offend. While politeness might not win points with some trolls it can make them think you&#8217;re not a threat, something Atiqua is MORE than happy to be seen as. She will be prim and proper as best she can because the trolls it does matter with? It helps, a lot in her opinion. Aside from it keeping under radar at times, by not giving into &#8216;cravings&#8217; for blood or violence she&#8217;s more in control and can focus better. Sadly, when she gets over upset, her class act can&#8217;t always hold up, and she can go into some rather colorful vitriol. -Organized:  Thing have a proper place. Going in hand with her manners, things need a structure. By giving herself one, she is at ease, able to work efficiently and in a timely fashion. She knows she can get shit done, and in having a system things just get done better. From her home to how she views people things go in boxes and those boxes go in boxes and she will organize as needed. Her box style categorizing does make her a bit linear at times and can give her difficulty when she needs to put thing into two mental boxes but they fit in both or none or goddamn she&#8217;s got to make a new category for this shit.
Lusus: Winged Coelacanth
Weaknesses: 
-Arrogant: She can do that. Excuse you if you think otherwise. Kindly back the fuck off she&#8217;s got this. In thinking she can do anything? She thinks more often than not she&#8217;s the absolute shit. She keeps a lot of this to herself and does not directly say it if it puts her above one with a higher rank. She&#8217;ll show off her work when she can, expecting praise. Don&#8217;t have any? Obviously you&#8217;re just jealous. Deal with it. She&#8217;d better than you and she&#8217;s out to prove it. Need someone&#8217;s help? You need her. Need a problem solved? She can do that. When told she&#8217;s not needed or no Atiqua silently fumes thinking colorful jabs to take at others. -Tunnel Vision: Atiqua thinks in boxes and those boxes are labeled and color coded. Things go in boxes. Not baskets, not bin, but boxes. To word it differently, she fails to grasp that things don&#8217;t always fit neatly into her world. She will do anything and everything to set things into &#8216;place&#8217; in her logic, ranging from ignoring factors, making new attributes, or generally missing the whole point of things. If she&#8217;s set on a task she might fail to see how it will affect others or what else she&#8217;s missing. Hard work is good, but she takes it to the point where she lets it distract her from what might really matter. -Ignorant: For all she toots her horn and acts like she is going to know things, Atiqua is rather clueless to certain things. Nothing in specific mind, but small factors. Glaringly obvious facts are hard for her to miss, but subtle hints? Little clues? Over her head more often than not. This applies to some, but not all social cues, (usually ones telling her to back off or down with her &#8216;willingness&#8217; to help).

Atiqua Cifica
Antiqua- Latin for ancient
Pacificas- Latin for pacific

Blood- Teal #279696


Personality: Know it all busy body. That sums up Atiqua pretty well. She is a troll’s troll in her opinion and your life will no doubt be better once she’s a part of it. Days spent pouring over books, nights spent organizing those books, she strives for perfection even if she herself is imperfect. She tries, a troll would know she tries, but she often misses the fact she falls short. Not looking to the big picture, she looks to the details, to the nitty gritty things most might miss. She aims for perfection but she occasionally misses… and then misses the fact she misses. Ending in a mess which Atiqua will spend her next day ‘fixing’.

Never giving up, nearly never backing down from a challenge Atiqua charges into things full force. Problem? No, there isn’t. There is only a thing to overcome. Polite as she can be, she tries to get on the good side of others and rub elbows with who she can. It can’t hurt right? Cuddling up she’s not adverse to leading someone on with the quadrants, though she aims to fill all of her’s, (with only the best naturally).  She deserves the best, is the best, and will show you and your lusus just how much better she is. Just.. ignore her lusus, he’s drunk or something. On air. Yes. Just ignore him okay.

Fiddling with mechanics, with anything that can be taken apart and then put back together, she wants to figure out how things work. She wants to one day, get aboard a ship and then systematically take it apart just to put it back together. Her habit of breaking things just to fix them is not always accidental, but when it comes to things like model ships, engines, robots, she tries her best not to break them while taking them apart. Over the years she’s slowly built up a modest collection of model ships, some handmade others stolen or won. Ships are fascinating to her, and she would like to have her own fully functionally ship one day. Not a space ship, but a ship ship. Because while impractical in a lot of ways, in her young mind it’s simply cool.

As far as blood goes she is very much set in terms of wanting to uphold the system simply because it’s a system. Yeah, it sucks at times, but without a system it could be a lot worse in her opinion. She might push her own limits with her blood, but the second she feels that those of higher caste might shoot her down, she’ll back off and away. That doesn’t mean however, that she’s not going to push those of lower caste around. That’s just how things are supposed to work in the system.

As for a job- She pirates things. Makes copies of anything and everything she can. Convincing fakes to sell to low bloods. She’s not about to push her luck with high bloods. She’s really not (on part due to the fact her rather ‘helpless’ lusus tends to shy from fighting and avoid more aggressive individuals). Seadad, (she never mastered saying coelacanth and just went with ‘sea’) tends to be lazy and disorganized, bumping into things, he occasionally tries to mimic other lusus but uh- He’s a bit dim for pulling it off well. Atiqua takes more care of him than he does her now. 


Strengths: 

-Confident: Atiqua thinks she is good at whatever she does. If she comes up short she will ignore the remark, assessing that next time she will prove them wrong. Failures are met with grins of an accepted challenge as that is what she views life as. A constant challenge in where her goal is to win. Failure is not an option. No, she will try try try and try again until she is perfect in which case then she will considering that challenge won. Larger challenges, ones that show her as weak or that do risk her life make her hesitate slightly, but she will still attempt them. She believes very deeply that she can do anything those of her caste are capable of.

-Classy: Keeping it formal Atiqua strives to not offend. While politeness might not win points with some trolls it can make them think you’re not a threat, something Atiqua is MORE than happy to be seen as. She will be prim and proper as best she can because the trolls it does matter with? It helps, a lot in her opinion. Aside from it keeping under radar at times, by not giving into ‘cravings’ for blood or violence she’s more in control and can focus better. Sadly, when she gets over upset, her class act can’t always hold up, and she can go into some rather colorful vitriol.

-Organized:  Thing have a proper place. Going in hand with her manners, things need a structure. By giving herself one, she is at ease, able to work efficiently and in a timely fashion. She knows she can get shit done, and in having a system things just get done better. From her home to how she views people things go in boxes and those boxes go in boxes and she will organize as needed. Her box style categorizing does make her a bit linear at times and can give her difficulty when she needs to put thing into two mental boxes but they fit in both or none or goddamn she’s got to make a new category for this shit.

Lusus: Winged Coelacanth

Weaknesses:

-Arrogant: She can do that. Excuse you if you think otherwise. Kindly back the fuck off she’s got this. In thinking she can do anything? She thinks more often than not she’s the absolute shit. She keeps a lot of this to herself and does not directly say it if it puts her above one with a higher rank. She’ll show off her work when she can, expecting praise. Don’t have any? Obviously you’re just jealous. Deal with it. She’d better than you and she’s out to prove it. Need someone’s help? You need her. Need a problem solved? She can do that. When told she’s not needed or no Atiqua silently fumes thinking colorful jabs to take at others.

-Tunnel Vision: Atiqua thinks in boxes and those boxes are labeled and color coded. Things go in boxes. Not baskets, not bin, but boxes. To word it differently, she fails to grasp that things don’t always fit neatly into her world. She will do anything and everything to set things into ‘place’ in her logic, ranging from ignoring factors, making new attributes, or generally missing the whole point of things. If she’s set on a task she might fail to see how it will affect others or what else she’s missing. Hard work is good, but she takes it to the point where she lets it distract her from what might really matter.

-Ignorant: For all she toots her horn and acts like she is going to know things, Atiqua is rather clueless to certain things. Nothing in specific mind, but small factors. Glaringly obvious facts are hard for her to miss, but subtle hints? Little clues? Over her head more often than not. This applies to some, but not all social cues, (usually ones telling her to back off or down with her ‘willingness’ to help).

.:. Host Profile .:. Name: Dorian Devonshire Gender: Male Species: Human Age: 26&#160;Appearance: An ex-rocker, Dorian had several tattoos and piercings. Snake bite, tongue, upper and lower portions of his ears, (two in lobe, one cartilage), and uh- Several others not worth mentioning in polite conversation. He has a ‘dragon rampant’ tattoo on his upper left shoulder and an all seeing eye on his chest. His eyes are light blue while his hair is black and to his shoulders but it’s usually done up.Half Scottish and half Chinese, he’s got broad shoulders and is slightly tall and athletic. Personality:  -Vain: As a kid he dreamed of being a rock star and growing up with that dream, Dorian placed a lot of value in appearances and presentation. If someone didn’t look good of meet his standard, he’d ignore them, avoid them, or treat them as lesser. Same with items. He wants high quality, and even if it’s not something he should expect he wants whatever it is, to either meet his standard or rise above it. If something outshines him, he actually takes it well, provided it’s not rubbed into his face  -Aggressive: Demand for what you want, take it and never let go. The world as he sees it is full of people wanting to tear him down and take shit for themselves, he truly is cynical realist, and is open about it. People are not inherently good, but they aren’t bad either. Dorian sees people as selfish and as a result he thinks in order to get what he wants he’s got to be vocal and blunt about it. He’s not above yelling or cursing to make his wants known. He’s also not above taking shit out of other people’s shopping carts because they grabbed the last copy of the new CD he wanted. He’s a take charge of his own life type of guy, and make no excuses about it. While it can certainly ruin relationships, Dorian thinks he’s really doing only what others would.  -Passionate: Being Vain and Aggressive might be bad but it’s good in it’s own twisted way. Dorian is a man who is passionate, with his habits, his beliefs, his thoughts, his life. He’s the type of guy to start something and then finish it. He doesn’t give up, doesn’t surrender.  -Control Freak: He’s got his set rules and set lifestyle. He might not play into your game but his own? He follows his moral code to the letter. He likes things in their place and being able to find and do what he needs. He’s a guy who will plan in day by the hour and do just what he plans on doing. Dorian is also one to make sure things like his instruments, his appearance, his workspace, and pretty much anything in his control follows his rules. This can put him at odds when things are out of his control and not in what he things is in ‘order’ but as far as his own stuff goes, he’s neat, he’s maintained, and he’s dedicated to habits. He likes shit does his way. Not your way. HIS way. History: Born to Mr. and Mrs. Devonshire, his mother was the daughter of a chef, his father the son of a business man. He had no elder or younger siblings, and was the only son to the proud owners of ‘Devonshire Delights’, a Chinese café. Life growing up with cooks for parents was a blessing for Dorian, who from them gained their worldly taste for food, and their love and support of creative thinking. This didn’t mean however the whole family, grandparents included understood his creative outlet. He was a bit of a black sheep for his love of rock and roll and aspirations to become a rock star. When he dressed up his grandparents worried he was possibly gay, (which was squashed when he came home with a bag full of valentines for the girls in his class. Later in life..well. A wannabe rock star experiments sometimes.)  Still, his parents adored him, pushing him to his creative limits and supporting whatever he wanted to try or do. Including but not limited to, building him a sound room, buying two guitars for him, a full drum set, a violin, a flute, a keyboard, and a saxophone. Lots of failures prompted his mother to preach to him the importance of never giving up. (Spoiler: it didn’t stop him from sucking at certain instruments).  By the time he was a teen he had learned how to play the drums, guitar, and the saxophone. (Mostly since he wanted to join the only band the school offered, which was Jazz at the time). It was in high school her began to understand just how harsh the world was, and how he probably in all likelihood, never become a rock star.  He was still a good student and was admitted to a college for music and teaching. While he still pursued his dream of being a rockstar, (and forming his college band ‘The Frosh’), he was realistic and still got his degree. He’s currently working as a tutor for guitar and drums and as an occasional substitute teacher for a local high school. Other than that, his life is pretty uneventful, even if he and the band do the occasional gig. His Parents are distant now, but he doesn’t mind. He likes not having to deal with their shoveling food at him. Anything else we should know about them?: He will try to make you swoon but probably fail. .:. God Profile .:. Name: Vladimir Gender: Male Appearance: Ash grey skin, Jet black hair that goes to his waist, Red eyes,( red lips? Maybe), Tattoos and piercings the same as host. (A bit cliché, but hey, somebody had to start vampire mythology), Goatee Domain: Blood Personality:  -Arrogant: Pride before the fall, Valdimir’s arrogance fuels his general sarcasm as he thinks himself above things, or simply better than others. While in general untrue, he’s full of himself and makes no efforts to hide it. Blood and bloodlines and the belief that blood is key to creation only helps his ego, even when he knows it to be untrue. He is well aware that Creation uses Names to create All That Is, but truth is boring, and misconceptions benefitting his domain and aims are much, much better.  -Vain: Appearance, physical or perceived, means a lot to Vladimir. While this doesn’t affect how he feels people should see him in terms of attitude, he does get irritated when told he’s ugly, (personality wise). He likes the horror aspect of his domain, but lord if it cannot be grotesque. He loathes the perception that blood is an ugly thing, and desires people to enjoy it’s nurturing beauty. Sadly it seems that more often than not it’s only sadistic killers that share his thoughts on how pretty blood can be.  -Honorable: He’s a dick, but that doesn’t mean he is not loyal or so much of a dick that he would be a dick just to be a dick. He has his moral code, (as skewed as it might be), and he follows it well enough. He might lie or omit information but when the truth is really needed he will provide. If he has a debt he will pay it. If he says he will do something he will do it. He is a god of his word, and stands by the promises he makes, for better or worse.  -Perfectionist: Good and bad, his vanity and his honor play into this as he must have things perfect. Neat, orderly, no mixing A plus B. He also likes perfection because he thinks himself worth perfection. He cannot stand anything less for himself. He also can’t stand to do things half assed. All the way or not at all. He refuses to accept anything less. Anything else we should know about them?:  Nothing worthy of note 

.:. Host Profile .:.
Name: Dorian Devonshire
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age: 26 
Appearance: An ex-rocker, Dorian had several tattoos and piercings. Snake bite, tongue, upper and lower portions of his ears, (two in lobe, one cartilage), and uh- Several others not worth mentioning in polite conversation. He has a ‘dragon rampant’ tattoo on his upper left shoulder and an all seeing eye on his chest. His eyes are light blue while his hair is black and to his shoulders but it’s usually done up.Half Scottish and half Chinese, he’s got broad shoulders and is slightly tall and athletic.

Personality:
-Vain: As a kid he dreamed of being a rock star and growing up with that dream, Dorian placed a lot of value in appearances and presentation. If someone didn’t look good of meet his standard, he’d ignore them, avoid them, or treat them as lesser. Same with items. He wants high quality, and even if it’s not something he should expect he wants whatever it is, to either meet his standard or rise above it. If something outshines him, he actually takes it well, provided it’s not rubbed into his face
-Aggressive: Demand for what you want, take it and never let go. The world as he sees it is full of people wanting to tear him down and take shit for themselves, he truly is cynical realist, and is open about it. People are not inherently good, but they aren’t bad either. Dorian sees people as selfish and as a result he thinks in order to get what he wants he’s got to be vocal and blunt about it. He’s not above yelling or cursing to make his wants known. He’s also not above taking shit out of other people’s shopping carts because they grabbed the last copy of the new CD he wanted. He’s a take charge of his own life type of guy, and make no excuses about it. While it can certainly ruin relationships, Dorian thinks he’s really doing only what others would.
-Passionate: Being Vain and Aggressive might be bad but it’s good in it’s own twisted way. Dorian is a man who is passionate, with his habits, his beliefs, his thoughts, his life. He’s the type of guy to start something and then finish it. He doesn’t give up, doesn’t surrender.
-Control Freak: He’s got his set rules and set lifestyle. He might not play into your game but his own? He follows his moral code to the letter. He likes things in their place and being able to find and do what he needs. He’s a guy who will plan in day by the hour and do just what he plans on doing. Dorian is also one to make sure things like his instruments, his appearance, his workspace, and pretty much anything in his control follows his rules. This can put him at odds when things are out of his control and not in what he things is in ‘order’ but as far as his own stuff goes, he’s neat, he’s maintained, and he’s dedicated to habits. He likes shit does his way. Not your way. HIS way.

History: Born to Mr. and Mrs. Devonshire, his mother was the daughter of a chef, his father the son of a business man. He had no elder or younger siblings, and was the only son to the proud owners of ‘Devonshire Delights’, a Chinese café. Life growing up with cooks for parents was a blessing for Dorian, who from them gained their worldly taste for food, and their love and support of creative thinking. This didn’t mean however the whole family, grandparents included understood his creative outlet. He was a bit of a black sheep for his love of rock and roll and aspirations to become a rock star. When he dressed up his grandparents worried he was possibly gay, (which was squashed when he came home with a bag full of valentines for the girls in his class. Later in life..well. A wannabe rock star experiments sometimes.)

Still, his parents adored him, pushing him to his creative limits and supporting whatever he wanted to try or do. Including but not limited to, building him a sound room, buying two guitars for him, a full drum set, a violin, a flute, a keyboard, and a saxophone. Lots of failures prompted his mother to preach to him the importance of never giving up. (Spoiler: it didn’t stop him from sucking at certain instruments).
By the time he was a teen he had learned how to play the drums, guitar, and the saxophone. (Mostly since he wanted to join the only band the school offered, which was Jazz at the time). It was in high school her began to understand just how harsh the world was, and how he probably in all likelihood, never become a rock star.
He was still a good student and was admitted to a college for music and teaching. While he still pursued his dream of being a rockstar, (and forming his college band ‘The Frosh’), he was realistic and still got his degree. He’s currently working as a tutor for guitar and drums and as an occasional substitute teacher for a local high school. Other than that, his life is pretty uneventful, even if he and the band do the occasional gig. His Parents are distant now, but he doesn’t mind. He likes not having to deal with their shoveling food at him.

Anything else we should know about them?: He will try to make you swoon but probably fail.


.:. God Profile .:.
Name: Vladimir
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ash grey skin, Jet black hair that goes to his waist, Red eyes,( red lips? Maybe), Tattoos and piercings the same as host. (A bit cliché, but hey, somebody had to start vampire mythology), Goatee
Domain: Blood

Personality:
-Arrogant: Pride before the fall, Valdimir’s arrogance fuels his general sarcasm as he thinks himself above things, or simply better than others. While in general untrue, he’s full of himself and makes no efforts to hide it. Blood and bloodlines and the belief that blood is key to creation only helps his ego, even when he knows it to be untrue. He is well aware that Creation uses Names to create All That Is, but truth is boring, and misconceptions benefitting his domain and aims are much, much better.
-Vain: Appearance, physical or perceived, means a lot to Vladimir. While this doesn’t affect how he feels people should see him in terms of attitude, he does get irritated when told he’s ugly, (personality wise). He likes the horror aspect of his domain, but lord if it cannot be grotesque. He loathes the perception that blood is an ugly thing, and desires people to enjoy it’s nurturing beauty. Sadly it seems that more often than not it’s only sadistic killers that share his thoughts on how pretty blood can be.
-Honorable: He’s a dick, but that doesn’t mean he is not loyal or so much of a dick that he would be a dick just to be a dick. He has his moral code, (as skewed as it might be), and he follows it well enough. He might lie or omit information but when the truth is really needed he will provide. If he has a debt he will pay it. If he says he will do something he will do it. He is a god of his word, and stands by the promises he makes, for better or worse.
-Perfectionist: Good and bad, his vanity and his honor play into this as he must have things perfect. Neat, orderly, no mixing A plus B. He also likes perfection because he thinks himself worth perfection. He cannot stand anything less for himself. He also can’t stand to do things half assed. All the way or not at all. He refuses to accept anything less.

Anything else we should know about them?: Nothing worthy of note