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Villager: Artayir

Artayir is a blood mage, hired gun, and wickedly skilled researcher. Being a squirrel he can be found most often doing a verb related to his species to save up for inevitable terrible future-things that may not even happen. He's a little bit prepared for the eventual destruction of society at any time and keeps meticulous mental (and written) lists in a code writing only he can understand.

Half of these lists are for groceries.

Artayir is meticulous about details, well dressed, and will love like it will burn him up. He is dedicated to a fault to his family and is always a single summons away in an emergency.

Likes: Clean sheets, ocean waves, wind through the trees, violins, resources, research, details, fine art, not-so-fine art, airships, female vocalists, loose pigments, hot tea, ink, new gloves, fine suits, home.

Dislikes: The opposite of the above, threats to family, not being able to fix things (Q always gets it somewhere), THOSE SHIRTS, THAT TIE, THAT HAT, NO.

Skills: Oh god. No, fill in the blanks. He's always taking a new class or reading something. (Ask his husband what Artayir's skills are, and if he's in a good mood it's down to the way his hips move in that one pair of slacks and if he's in that special mood where his eyes are too bright it's the way his wrists are always steady and strong, the way he walks like weight doesn't exist, the way he knows five steps ahead and tastes lies like poison in a drink, it's the attention to detail and the never-failing memory, Artayir is all skill.)