::Eamon Ser'Lyl::

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EAMON SER’LYL

General Age: 25 years Date of Birth: Unknown Gender: male Species: Unknown. Definitely not completely human. He’s pretty sure he might be part elf or something. Dimension: Taerra’s School of Doom Appearance Link Eamon is of a slightly-below average height, but skinny, with very thin limbs and a small, angular head. He doesn’t know what species he is, but his almost delicate stature and pointed ears make him think that he might be an elf of some kind. His skin is pale, with a very distinct, mauve tint that even colors his eyes. His scleras are very light lavender, almost pink. His irises are brilliant violet, and his pupils are dark purple. His hair is usually unkempt, and the majority is colored purple, with a shock of bright green in a long patch on the left side of his head, that usually hangs in front of his face. His clothes rip easily and are usually frayed and threadbare around the edges. His most common outfit consist of a green shirt, a purple short-sleeved blouse and army green pants that are ripped off at about half-way up his calf. Usually, only the top button of his shirt is done up. He also has a necklace with a simple black cord and a green gem that glows whenever fuzzballs appear. He keeps it hidden under his shirt most of the time, but he can’t get it off. Personality Eamon is temperamental and stubborn. He has a deep-seated mistrust and dislike of other people, and as such is very independent. He is a loner and will go lengths to avoid most social contact. At the same time, he is an adult and accepts the responsibilities that come with his job, although that doesn’t necessarily mean he likes it. If he feels like he’s being disrespected, though, he’s liable to get tetchy and might try to indirectly ruin your day via sabotage. On a normal day, he is generally dark, moody, and easily annoyed, but not terribly dangerous in himself. Likes Reading Quiet Being alone Animals (particularly snakes and cats) Being respected Dislikes Being called ‘janitor’ Being treated like he’s lower than other staff members and especially students When people mess with his things His fuzzballs Having to clean up after students, especially when they deliberately make a mess. ((Demon and Ben are getting ideas… me: DON’T YOU DARE SCREW STUFF UP IN MY BRAIN, OR I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU TWO, I WILL TERMINATE BOTH OF YOU.)) Loud noise Socialisation Strengths Very intelligent Witty Logic and reasoning Can usually command the fuzzballs, although being small spheres of fur with no limbs, no mouth and no means of getting around other than hopping, they’re rarely actually useful. Good hearing independent Weaknesses stubborn Quick to judge Irrational Easily angered slight Napoleon complex Family Mother: Unknown Father: Unknown or Creator: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Other: Unknown History Emon's earliest memory is waking up in a forest knowing only his name and that he was four years old. He was alone except for two or three purple and green fuzzy balls with eyes watching him. He was wearing a necklace he didn't recognize and couldn't get off, but he assumed it had something to do with the fuzzy balls, because every so often it would glow slightly and a new fuzz ball would appear. He wandered into a nearby town and because of his unusual skin and hair color and ear shape he immediately stood out. Also the fact that he had a slowly growing train of moving, squeaking furry balls following him around didn't help. A man began screaming and pointing, yelling about him in his strange language. Before he knew what was happening, he was being escorted to Affron city and dumped at the entrance to Shadow Mountain. ((…I was awful at writing histories. )) ((…and am too lazy to write another one. XD))