Because a dignified elf deserves a dignified backstory.

"So there I was, just me and Odin, then did I mention the shoes I had on that day? Was in the backwoods and a gobbue got his junk all over them, let me tell you about getting that stuff out...."

What they define their relationship with your muse as: Iloam. What a fucking prick. He’ll approach you and wave his dick around to show that he still has one. And then he’ll jump to fucking conclusions, punching first and asking questions later. Our relationship? Filled with hatred and distrust, as it should be.

Something they like about your muse:He’s fucking ruthless. I like that. He’s the kind of man who will not give a damn if his suit is splattered in blood. It gets the job done and that’s always important.  You don’t get to the top by apologizing and crying along the way. Maybe I’ll be like him when I’m older, eh grandpa?

Something they dislike about your muse:He’s a self-absorbed fucker. He thinks the whole world revolves around him and that everyone has to worship the ground he fucking walks on. He manipulates others into adoring him. Shit, come to think of it, I’m kinda describing myself…

Their first impression of your muse:That harpy bitch made him sound worse than he really is. I thought he was going to be this vicious killer who would approach me with a dagger or sword and destroy me on the spot. 

Their impression of your muse now:He’s a damn puppy. When he first approached me, it wasn’t with daggers or weapons, but with words. Oh, boohoo, you hurt my fucking feelings, asshole. The rest of the times we’ve run into each other, they’ve been the same: talking, bitching each other out, and rarely have we gotten a punch out. Lame.

How they feel about your muse:I feel he’s a bit annoyed about the whole Dante thing, and frankly, I don’t fucking blame him. I also think he’s putting up a front for something else: insecurity? Fear that he’ll lose his power? I don’t know, but that man is afraid of something.

Something they are hiding from your muse:Two things I would say but I won’t: One, fuck you. When our conversations get heated and you piss the fuck out of me…and I piss the fuck out of you, I just want to punch you down and fuck you.  Oh, and two, if Dante ever did come into my Kingdom again, I would probably not hesitate in doing her. Just out of spite.

Something they wish they could to tell your muse:Calm your balls, man. You’re getting worked up over your toy and following a harpy’s orders. Don’t you have more important things to do? Toys come and go. Weapons are used and destroyed. And controlling women can be destroyed. Just chill out and be your fucking, cruel self. Shit.