#mun:ack

IN CHARACTER – DETAILS (OPTIONAL) Magnus was old. Too old, some would say. It made him cold, it made him critical, and it made him quick to anger where at one time he was quick to wit instead. It only made sense, he had been born among a flourishing cultural empire. His own hands helped shape a monument still visited to this day. Of course, his role in it was minor, but his dedication to his slice of history must have earned him favor somewhere. Whilst he lost his life when he fell from a height while undertaking the sculpting and painting of his small section of the amphitheater, something saw fit to grant him a power most exquisite. He found eternal life in the service of the arts. His first bond was quick, and he sought it himself to ensure his replacement finished his section of the amphitheater in a manner fitting his vision. Of course, Magnus Servus was not originally his name. He took it after his bonded-artist-turned-lover had reminded him in a quarrel that he lived to serve the artist, not the other way around. They lived a long happy life together despite the occasional quarrel, or as much as they could once his bonded artist grew old and passed. He tried to choose his potential bonds carefully, that is until the dark ages came. He hates the historians who try to call it anything other than that. It was a dark time for him, he had to scrape the bottom of the barrel to keep himself immortal. Luckily, people died early and often of natural causes so he didn’t have to spend too much time with the uneducated masses until it was over, thought he did spend a time alone which pushed his age to around 50. No longer the young man who he had been for such a long time. Over the years his ability to inspire increased, but at the cost of his patience, his empathy, and his humbleness. He’s quick to remind his artist that hes lived many lifetimes and that they have but one to use to create their masterpiece. While bonded, he is fiercely loyal to his artist, berating those who would criticize their efforts besides himself. While he hasn’t fallen for another artist since his first, he does not carry a torch for him in his heart. He finds that most artists and even most muses are not worth his time and effort to pursue romantically. His most recent previous artist was Bob Ross, famed painter. While he admired the minimalist effort in which Bob’s strokes of brush to canvas created such imagery, his happy carefree attitude towards mistakes nearly drove Magnus mad and would result in constant criticism towards Bob’s work. His current artist is an aging painter, her pretentiousness almost outshining Magnus’s own. She spends more time now drinking wine and making passes at Magnus than she does creating art which annoys him to no end. He longs for the day he can find another more motivated. While out in the world, most people immediately recognize that Magnus is different. Its his ability to be completely insufferable that they notice the most. He is always quick to tell the younger crowd that they will address him as sir, goddamnit, because hes their elder and has earned their respect.

IN CHARACTER - DETAILS Rob has always been the one you’d avoid if you were in a bad mood. He’s upbeat to no end and it tends to rub people in all the wrong ways. His family has been muse-inspired for centuries and he’s grown up with the tale of how this muse has saved their family and made them prosper for generations. While his branch of the family tree did not get the gift of muse, he still aspired to become an artist and opted to train himself and cultivate his creativity rather than relying on a muse to save him and he’s been successful enough to afford a nice studio apartment which doubles as his art studio. For those who see his work, they can see a true talent in the way his brush interacts with the canvas to create such invoking scenes. These scenes range from his preferred ones - calming landscapes of various natural views - to the ones he hates making but recognizes that they are the only things that sell - the macabre scenes of murder and mayhem. Those who know him though, would know that n'er a brush has touched his canvas. He paints exclusively with his toes and occasionally his heel when needed. He considers himself 10% better than his best contemporary due to his polydactyly which provided him with an extra toe on his right foot. (He does believe he has contemporaries, he is unaware that he is probably the only painter of his kind). He loves meeting new people and hearing their stories and never turns down an invitation to learn about someone.

Fictional Author Biography: Count Xander was born a wealthy Count of a small European country that most have not heard of. Bored of his life of opulence, he moved to America to investigate murders in the mid-century on a whim. While assisting investigators solving multiple crimes throughout the decades, he picked up the investigative skills that allowed him in his later years to work on his own investigations in his series of murder mystery novels. While the novels are marketed as purely fiction with any likeness resembling real persons, events, or places purely coincidental, this is a thinly veiled liability loophole as many clearly surround active cases. Character Biography: Deryl is the man behind behind the mask of Count Xander. He’s been writing murder mystery novels since he was a teenager, releasing them under a very confidential pen name with an out of country publishing company. He was always a loner, trending towards the gothic lifestyle but found that he was never considered ‘goth enough’ to fit in with the black painted nails and eye-liner wearing crowd he gravitated towards. So instead he opted to keep to himself and dabble in poetry that is very reminiscent of Poe while researching and writing about the grisly murders which have occurred over the years. Now, an adult, he’s turned his love of the macabre into a more successful career, having the time to devote to writing 100% rather than split his focus with school and college. He’s recently heard of a series of abductions surrounding the fine art world in New York, and it called to him. A scenario of murder that could be straight out of Poe, he imagines a lifestyle of wealthy masked parties with murder as the main course. He’s wrong of course, but he’s determined to infiltrate the scene and uncover the truth for his next novel. He has come under the guise of being a research assistant for Count Xander. What he discovers will likely change the way he sees the world forever.