I give you Csepel! The biggest suck-up you'll ever have the pleasure of roleplaying with. Hellmancer Name: Csepel Janos ‡ Gender: Male ‡ Age: 50s ‡ Sexuality: Unlabeled ‡ Appearance: With a lean, though not particularly stocky frame, Csepel stands at 5'11, or 180 cm. His gait is even and deliberate, with long, languid strides. Strawberry blonde hair falls just below his ears, cut into a layered and thick style with certain strands woven in with colorful ribbon and fabric. Cutting through the orangish hair are large swaths of stark white and silvery hair that stand out against the surrounding orange. His eyes are round and very expressive, with coppery red and amber irises, and right below his right eye sits a rice-shaped indent in his skin that creases and becomes much more evident when he smiles. Csepel's teeth are crooked and overcrowded, with elongated, fang-like incisors, and lips that are thin and wide with an odd, pale sheen. He has a long, jagged nose, dull brown freckles scattered over it and the rest of his face and arms. Thick, almost scaley black patches of warped skin crawl over his hands and arms, dispersed with blotches of normal skin as well. If you were to ask Csepel, he would say he is disappointed in himself for his irresponsible use of magic, and the mutilation it caused his body. Tanned skin has slowly been replaced by thick, blackened, scaly patches of skin, and has come at the sacrifice of one of his eyes and ear. - Consuming his right arm is thick, blackened skin, rough and stiff and hindering mobility. It crawls up the side of his neck and face, spreading over his right eye, ear, and a section of the side and back of his head. Where his eye would be in a thin line of dull, reddish copper crystal-like skin that glimmers in the light. His other hand is in a similar state, though the arm itself only has patches and flakes of the scaly skin. It’s hardly skin, really. Rough and jagged and tough like dozens of small, sharp rocks glued to his skin. He moves slow and deliberate, as sharp or sudden movements cause an awful grinding, crackling that hurts just as bad as it sounds. Clothing: A formerly protective outfit was replaced by clothing that wouldn’t restrict Csepel as much as he used his magic more and more. A simple, fitted black jerkin sits over a grey long-sleeve undershirt, though the sleeves themselves are more often than not cuffed to sit just above his elbows. Gold and black epaulets are sewn into a dark red cape that hangs off of his right shoulder, the edges of the fabric lined with black fabric. His pants are a similar black to his top, though significantly looser around his legs and ankles. While Csepel is much more compelled to wear plain sandals, in public he’s far more likely to wear a pair of thin, ankle-high grey boots. He wears a pair of simple red-jeweled earrings. ‡ Personality: [+] Honorable - Trust the word of the hellspawn. He might’ve been blessed with slightly more subtle features, but he has yet to see that pay off in how his colleagues treat him. Nevertheless, Csepel is a man of his word. Hell-bent on honoring it, however ridiculous it might seem. There isn’t much that can be said to make him change his mind; it just wasn’t how he was raised. His word is the most powerful thing he has, and if the people around him can’t trust his word, he doesn’t have any power. \\ [+] Calm - Training has honed in his nerves. Regardless of his harsh and uncaring exterior, Csepel is a calm and gentle person. Steely under pressure, no doubt thanks to endless training and fieldwork, and gentle and kind on default. He certainly couldn’t do his job nearly as well if he was always aggressive or unfeeling. \\ [+] Thorough/thoughtful - Every minute detail is taken into account in a very methodical way. Whether it be a simple outing, a day at work, or something or somewhere new, chances are that Csepel is or already has planned out what needs to happen for everything to go right, or the absolute best way to do something; combed through possibilities and faults. This was obviously a practiced skill, honed in alongside a natural intuition and a guiding hand. \\ Continued Below
[=] Analytically/Intuitively Keen - Afformentioned intuition has stuck with Csepel long into adulthood. A keen, impulsively analytical mind whose confidence lies with his plans, knowledge, and experience. A comfort and a damn strong habit. He’s someone who can both talk and talk, and be incredibly perspective to the people in his environment. And even /still/ he can blend into the background and bring less attention to himself. It’s an art, and one he’s still mastering. Still carefully playing his cards right. \\ [=] Reserved - Csepel isn’t particularly stiff or unemotional, but he certainly isn’t overly social. Reserved, hesitant to take the spotlight, and very private about his personal life. That is to say, he isn’t socially awkward. Far from it. Being in the spotlight is more…unsettling to him. That being overly social feels deeply wrong in some way. \\ [-] Subservient - Throughout his life, Csepel has always been beneath someone. And he’s fine with that. His work is fulfilling, he has a mighty fine community, and he believes his cause is just. Obviously, bowing down to any authority figure that comes your way is always a recipe for disaster. His loyalty is unquestioning when it comes to the company he was born into, and his obedience extends far past just the jobs he takes. ‡ Likes: Enclosed spaces - While some people might enjoy the maneuverability of open spaces, Csepel prefers smaller, tight spaces. It's as much of a comfort as it may be a phobia for some. He knows exactly who might be around him and what might be coming. Predictability. Even in his day-to-day life, Csepel will avoid open areas if he can help it. It's too many variables, too many things that could go wrong that overwhelm a mind that isn't in work-mode. Rooms, halls, long shafts; he knows how to use his environment to his advantage in the worst situations, and he will take any advantage he can get. \\ Competition - The birth of all innovation and motivation! Competition spurs Csepel's own motivation, and since he was young, has made him push to be the best version of himself he could possibly be. No matter how grueling. Competition is exhilarating, a chance to prove his worth, and to shine under the eyes that matter. \\ Danger - Hobbies are fun and all; reading... collecting... the such. But none of those are particularly fun when your brain needs to think you're about to die to feel stimulated. Bad habits die hard. Be it hunting down vampires in his hometown, or hiring himself out to a demonic overlord, Csepel lives for the hunt. The chase. And the inevitable day he won't run fast enough. Nobody has the stamina to run for their whole life, and boy does Csepel love to test that. ‡ Dislikes: A lack of manners - After being raised his whole life with manners and titles at the forefront of importance, it leaves him miffed that people could have such poor manners. From forgetting simple titles like sir or ma'am, to loud-mouths who've never been knocked down a peg, or blatantly disrespectful fools who don't know their place, each one leaves him more sour than the last. Even worse might be those who treat their weaponry with blatant disrespect. Anything from striking a blade against the ground to scatter sparks to improper care of such weapons or even equipment has Csepel on the edge of doing it himself. \\ Cold - In spite of or due to his ancestry is up for debate, but regardless of the reason, Csepel despises being cold in any sense of the word; bundled up the majority of the time out of necessity, not aesthetic. The cold fuzzes his mind and makes him sluggish, both sensations that are far from pleasant. Cold patches settle into his skin, paling the surface and numbing the very top layer of skin. Should he check by a doctor? Yes. But it hasn't killed him yet. ‡ Main Devil Served: Fealty, unquestioning loyalty ‡ Other: Hungarian Accentttt
