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Character name: Uttam
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: [x]
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: A lazy and intelligent a*****e soldier that fancies himself above most.
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? Nooope
Describe your character if they were a vegetable: Red Cabbage
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? Tamborines / Throat Singing
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? Reading
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? Arts
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? Wiser, strong willed creeple. He doesn't like keeping weak-willed creeple with no convictions around him.
What are your character's personality traits He's aloof in that he doesn't involve himself in petty problem people are having. He puts his full potential into things he's passionate about, and he's generally quiet.
What are your character's personality flaws? He's snarky, bitey, scathingly sarcastic, and lazy. He'll manipulate people he considers 'stupid' do to things he doesn't want to do. He's quick to judge and even quicker to anger, and can be irrational when it comes to the other Clans.
What is your character's favourite colour? Crimson
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: Uttam would be a Death Hunter that attempts to constantly skirt his responsibilities and shove all his paperwork and menial tasks on trainees, while only focusing on missions and making himself look great to the Division Leads. He'd probably be a pretty unpopular character around the dorms.
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? Opposite Gender: Same clothing, same height, more accessories, longer hair. He'd look the same 10 years older.
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? Uttam would be a very condescending teacher / mentor to his pupils. Constant attacks on their intelligence, beating them up, and putting them through 'challenges' that are really just menial tasks he doesn't want to do.
Who does your character look up to? Himself, and Salbei a little.
What is a great weakness of your character? He's so aloof and full of himself that he can be easily deceived.
What are their favourite foods? Char-grilled scorpions. Mmmmm, protein.
Favourite fashion style? Anything loose and easy to move around in, but also ornate and has an element of 'bigness' in that the apparel makes him look more intimidating than he really is.
Favourite minipet? None.
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? A roguish elf mercenary that inadvertently blocks the protagonist's path at random intervals.
Describe your character as a mythical creature: Uttam would be a Cactus Cat.
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain Gaston. Definitely Gaston.
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? Death Valley. He'd like to see what deserts in other parts of the Human World look like.
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? He fears he will end up being irrelevant and unnecessary in the grand scheme of things.

- Pride

Pride, a mere word consisting of five letters. That average length word popped its head up at evenly spaced intervals among the dusty pages the color of tarnished amber of the memoir that the Famine Horseman was flipping through by the easy listening jazz light of the fairy ring of candles sprouted around in desk. The memoir was that of a warrior, the old man speaking of battles he’d fought long ago during a time when the Humans had begun their silly little rebellions led by foolhardily brave warriors with toys of weapons.

Pride led them both, in the end. Pride, the simple word, was a key element in all strife, the one equalizer of every being in every universe. A fire in the belly and a rope around the waist, pride drove one to feats of madness, stupidity, and valor. Pride nagged and pricked, elevated and deflated, danced a filthy line of confidence, arrogance, and hatred.

He wet his fingers and snuffed the waxy stubs, the memoir closed for now. Too much pride would cause an implosion in the soldier’s mind.

- Companionship

Uttam had never been a man that desired a lover, a pet, or many friends. Seeking out companions wasn't in the soldier's list of daily activities, or even least favorite. His acquaintances and the few horses he would dare to deem as friends were mere happenstance occurrences, random chance wildcards that destiny, fate, or some big ball of FEAR in the sky had thrown his way in a flagrant act of devious experimentation or an orgy of drunken tomfoolery.

His thoughts and his books were the soldier's companions, truth be told. Salbei was a good friend, but the scarlet marked Horseman spent far more time with ink and parchment than FEAR and flesh. He considered authors his friends, intellectual equals, and inspirations. The parchment they'd used precious ink on were ambassadors and his thoughts on their works, the criticisms and praises he wrote from time to time his replies to those friends.