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n a m e ~ Rachgier
m e a n i n g ~ 'A thirst for revenge'
g e n d e r ~ Male
e s s e n c e ~ Black Lantern Ghosts
e m o t i o n ~ Shadenfreude
a r r i v a l ~ 0 3 1 1 0 7

a p p e a r a n c e ~ A juxtaposition of neat and slovenly, aristocratic and proletariat. Rachgier favors the stylings of noble England and wears tailored outfits detailed with embroidery. His frequent dealing with the lower sides of civilization leave his fine clothes ripped and sometimes smeared with mud, or worse. He wears everything as if it's a uniform, and though he has little trouble dealing with the aesthetic changes of the decades he's lived through, his own style still shows through no matter the current 'trends'.
His manner leans towards that of a lord. He holds himself straight and with an appearance of solidity that makes him more imposing and remote than one would think this twenty-something boy. His expressions complete the appearance of 'noble blood', his mouth is quite used to rakish grins and secretive smirks. Frequently though, he is capable of shutting down his sense of humour and play and turning into the soldier that knows what he wants and is focused on getting it, sometimes leading to sleepless nights and a heaviness to his eyes. He is more lithe than muscled, and is no stranger to hard work whether it be in war or in mines. At 5'9 he doesn't tower above many people, nor does he look up to a majority.


e y e s ~ Gold and sharp, despite looking as if he hasn't slept well for a few days (centuries?). They seem to see everything without caring about anything.
s k i n ~ That of a person who stays inside much of the time. Though he has no aversion to the sun, he holds no colour and resists burning, leaving him winter-pale year round.
h a i r ~ Very pale with bloody tips. He wears it long in a leftover habit of the 'old days' in England when it was in fashion to do so. Though it's really white, when asked by a human he just claims it's a light blonde due to his ancestry.

a f f e c t i o n ~ No one
h a n d w r i t i n g ~ small and neat, with large downward loops and sharp upward lines

p e r s o n a l i t y ~ Rachgier has three basic sides to his personality, all based on how much his manifest emotion is suppressed. First, he can appear teasing, somewhat trouble-making, but truly a good person. Those are the good days. Grey days see him flirting in the neutral area between good and bad, more often deciding on little action and generally observing the world as it changes and he does not. The bad days, typically following a string of grey days, lead to emotional torture of some victim or another, reveling in his manifest emotion, and on the really bad days, much worse.
Among humans he tends to keep to himself and stay quiet. Over his long life he has learned that becoming so close to a thing that could die at any moment eventually leads to heartbreak. He's not fond of his own emotional pain. He prefers not to dwell on the 'I'll never find love' aspect and steers his affections for humans to a more transitory level, relishing the frequent cases of unrequited love he stirs in others. Occasionally he will cultivate acquaintances, but rarely friends simply due to his unchanging nature. Without fail any friends would soon notice that he looks the same as when they first met.
There are moments when his remote and reticent nature slip, and that is most often when he is around those of his kind. He feels less of a need to be so guarded when his nature is known, and makes less of an effort to rein in his fluctuating emotions. When younger he made less of an effort to calm his emotions, but over time experience taught him the lesson
His own nature of taking pleasure in others' pain alternately bothers his conscience and appears of little matter. Being quick and ready to judge people takes a load off of his conscience. Most of the time when he is acting 'like himself' he aims to encourage the suffering of those who he has decided deserve it. When those who he feels are 'innocent' are suffering he will most often step in.
On bad days he becomes little more than a robot and will step back from any suffering. His temper has a mean and incredibly gruesome streak when his emotion turns to sadism.


{+} t r a i t s ~ an underlying conscience which tells him the difference between right and wrong (even if he doesn't listen sometimes), making him more than just a sociopath. A sense of justice (even if he acts as god when he thinks himself correct). Very focused.
{-} t r a i t s ~ sometimes he revels in the pain of innocents, he has a habit of passing his judgement on whether or not a person deserves to suffer and it being...well, his final judgement. This pretty much means he won't step in to stop misfortune, he has no problem causing it, and he's a bit of a sadist. His focus can turn into obsession. Twisted sense of humour, meaning his teasing can be mean.

l i k e s ~ The 'old' days and traditional ways of Victorian England, new things, change, animals, trains
d i s l i k e s ~ People he decides are 'bad', Sionek, betrayal, needless violence, getting attached to humans, things that get in his way

h o b b i e s ~
h a b i t s ~ Searching out Sionek...more of an obsession. Intrigue, court-style. Going for a 'ride' to think, whether it's horseback, train, bus, or his own two feet, depending on the era.

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Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail'd;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevail'd?
Ay me! but yet thou might'st my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:--
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.

That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.