Villager: Adrammalech Duvari
Villager Info
ID: #104504
Name: Adrammalech Duvari
Gender: Male
Location: Quetzal Palace
Born 8 years, 10 months ago
Career: Warrior
Owner: Kitari
Species: Dutch Angel Dragon
Color: Blue Roan
Buffs:House: House has been destroyed.
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Adrammalech Duvari no longer has a house! They will be unable to work. Please replace the house or move Adrammalech Duvari into a FC slot.
About
Warrior Prince
Gynephilic/Demisexual
The question of precisely who Adrammalech is has many answers, depending upon who is asked. A prince in title, he holds the highest rank of House Duvari, and yet seems to be least interested in political machinations. Charming, witty, and always wearing a ready smile, he professes to prefer the company of the common rather than the elite, and can often be found breaking bread and sharing drink with servants, laborers, merchants, and travelers. Polite, conversational, theatrical, and with a habit towards melodrama, he is a common and welcome sight in many a tavern both far and near.
He is also an unrepentant narcissist. Valuing perfection above all else, he believes himself the epitome of form and beauty, intellect and wit. Denying any flaw, his arrogance is not hidden behind false humility, but rather brandished as a badge. He enjoys nothing more than being fawned over, and relishes the brightness of the spotlight.
In his own spare time, he enjoys a variety of hobbies, many of which he is quite adept in, favoring himself a man of varied and high taste. He is a master of combat, honing his skill to deadly perfection, and takes the protection of the house upon his own shoulders, personally leading expeditions and sorties against any that would threaten harm, be they monster or more calculated enemy. Art, drawing and painting, are within his repertoire of softer hobby as well, but it is technology and mechanics that hold his true interest. Fascinated by all manner of machine, he displays savant level ability to quickly understand the form and function of mechanical creations, often stripping down newly encountered machines to their essential parts, before reassembling them more efficiently than before. His own inventions span the positively groundbreaking, to the patently absurd, as he appears more concerned simply with how a thing can be made, than any question of if it ever should. His machines, both small and large, purely mechanical and merged with the arcane, can be seen running rampant about the castle grounds, some engaging in useful servantry, other serving only to manage mischief.
His public facade however is merely one mask within his range, and there lie much darker ones concealed beneath it. One does not hold a seat of power. blind to the structures that support that seat. Careful to allow only a vision of charm and valor in the light, Adrammalech is in truth fantastically violent, reveling in bloodshed and torment to those who end up caught in his web. Like a cat with a crippled bird, he enjoys toying with those weaker than he, and drawing out their demise to savor each moment of victory. Manipulative, a liar, and utterly devoid of consciousness for any sins he may commit, his narcissism blinds him to any potential for his own flawed madness dwelling just beneath the surface. Secure in his belief that those who rule do so by divine rights, he thinks nothing of ruining, or ending, the lives of those below him, should it suit and further his own needs and plans.
Gynephilic/Demisexual
The question of precisely who Adrammalech is has many answers, depending upon who is asked. A prince in title, he holds the highest rank of House Duvari, and yet seems to be least interested in political machinations. Charming, witty, and always wearing a ready smile, he professes to prefer the company of the common rather than the elite, and can often be found breaking bread and sharing drink with servants, laborers, merchants, and travelers. Polite, conversational, theatrical, and with a habit towards melodrama, he is a common and welcome sight in many a tavern both far and near.
He is also an unrepentant narcissist. Valuing perfection above all else, he believes himself the epitome of form and beauty, intellect and wit. Denying any flaw, his arrogance is not hidden behind false humility, but rather brandished as a badge. He enjoys nothing more than being fawned over, and relishes the brightness of the spotlight.
In his own spare time, he enjoys a variety of hobbies, many of which he is quite adept in, favoring himself a man of varied and high taste. He is a master of combat, honing his skill to deadly perfection, and takes the protection of the house upon his own shoulders, personally leading expeditions and sorties against any that would threaten harm, be they monster or more calculated enemy. Art, drawing and painting, are within his repertoire of softer hobby as well, but it is technology and mechanics that hold his true interest. Fascinated by all manner of machine, he displays savant level ability to quickly understand the form and function of mechanical creations, often stripping down newly encountered machines to their essential parts, before reassembling them more efficiently than before. His own inventions span the positively groundbreaking, to the patently absurd, as he appears more concerned simply with how a thing can be made, than any question of if it ever should. His machines, both small and large, purely mechanical and merged with the arcane, can be seen running rampant about the castle grounds, some engaging in useful servantry, other serving only to manage mischief.
His public facade however is merely one mask within his range, and there lie much darker ones concealed beneath it. One does not hold a seat of power. blind to the structures that support that seat. Careful to allow only a vision of charm and valor in the light, Adrammalech is in truth fantastically violent, reveling in bloodshed and torment to those who end up caught in his web. Like a cat with a crippled bird, he enjoys toying with those weaker than he, and drawing out their demise to savor each moment of victory. Manipulative, a liar, and utterly devoid of consciousness for any sins he may commit, his narcissism blinds him to any potential for his own flawed madness dwelling just beneath the surface. Secure in his belief that those who rule do so by divine rights, he thinks nothing of ruining, or ending, the lives of those below him, should it suit and further his own needs and plans.
I love this
this is the coolest design omg
Ah, sorry to disappoint! ^^' I do think they are officially on the way though, so that'll be fun! Thanks for the compliments, your paintie is lovely too!
What an awesome paintie! Love the dragon traits.
Love the dragon edits on this paintie <3
Lovely paintie! The colours are especially nice, and the little scars are a nice detail. c:
Wow, what a nice paintie :D