Peter Endless can be considered handsome with his overall physical traits.

Standing at 5’ 11” and weighing at about 145 Ibs. with pale, almost porcelain-like complexion, Peter was given the title ‘The Holy One.’ In accordance to his light skin color, the shape of his face is mostly feminine. Long eye lashes, an aristocratic nose, and even the small and barely visible freckles dotting across the bridge of his nose could be the envy of many women, but his strong jaw and thin lips allows to him retain a percentage of his manliness. But above those characteristics his hair and eyes is what people are mostly drawn to.

Light hair adorn Peter’s crown. It’s layered almost perfectly around his head, and considered long for a male. His locks brush against his nape, cheeks, and his forehead haphazardly. The color of his hair is considered ‘holy’ in the small village where he spent his childhood and part of his early teen years. It’s a pure silver-grey that could be mistaken for platinum blonde or a tainted white. He can style it to be rugged as if he had just woken, or professional by combing it to the side; either way he looks good. It also doesn’t hurt to know that his hair is considered to be softer than most people, as deemed by the women he had encountered so far.

Peter’s eyes is a distinctive characteristic that has many of his acquaintances recoil by instinct. His irises are shaped similarly to a dragon or a large carnivore’s eyes - slitted in the middle instead of the circular darkness of humans. Even more peculiar is their pigment.The color of his eyes is a mosaic of silver and grey, giving him a natural, penetrating gaze - devoid of emotion. But when in the presence of the sun or moon, their hue seems to “reflect” them. In the day Peter’s eyes take on a golden shade, reminiscent of many vicious predators, and just as the sun sets or rises they emulate a dangerous red or a gentle purple. By night his grey orbs mirror the night’s sky, turning to either an icy blue or a blinding silver, foregoing the darker paint of grey.

Delicate and similar to a doll would still be a person’s first impression; however, a closer look would reveal a sound body. His physique is moderately toned so that it’s not overly muscular but, rather, lean and tightly coiled and ready to spring into action. Peter’s body is almost properly portioned to have a bit more legs than torso, giving him an advantage of speed if it ever came to it. That, however, doesn’t mean he is without upper strength. With every movement he makes, his muscles, clearly defined and cut, demonstrate the hidden power inside of him.

Soft, durable cloth and silk are the only type of materials Peter has ever worn. His clothes, current and past, has always been made and provided by the people of his small village. Wearing anything else (whether they’re more comfortable, the latest fashion, or simply ‘casual’) would taint him. And so, Peter continues to wear the pure white (though it’s more of an off-white currently) one-piece robe.

The style is quite basic and the only differences between each style is the length of the sleeves - long (ending just an inch or two past the wrist), short (ending half-way through the biceps), and no sleeves. Its end stops around mid-thigh, covering the top part of his pants (or siwarl as they called it), which are also white and matching his top. It is fitting at the waist before becoming loose as it goes farther down the legs, and at the last stretch it becomes a “poof” shape and ending in a cuff. The band is tight and stretchable as it coils just an inch or less above Peter’s ankles. It is a sandy beige in color with the elastic threads creating two rigid parallel lines.

Over his base outfit is a sort of outer robe. It follows the plain white color theme with the borders being nice shades of green. The borders are about two inches wide and lines all of the edges - from the neckline, down the collars and the front sides and looping around at the bottom ends. There is a motif to the trims. Half an inch at the sides are solid green lines, and projecting from those are perfectly jagged lines that intertwine with each other to form diamond shapes in the middle. Within the design the background is filled with a pale green hue, making the darker green pop out. The outer robe is like a bathrobe in that one side must be wrapped against the body first before the other one is tightly overlapping it.

To keep the second layer closed a sash is also tightly wound around Peter’s waist. The sash is mostly made up of taunt material to keep itself in place, but it is also flexible enough to allow free movement. Its color is onyx, a pure type of jet black. On top of the sash, whether for some appearance purposes or some other reason, is a flat, thick line that wraps twice around and ending in a knot to his left hip. Covering Peter’s bare feet are simple slip on shoes. The bottom layer is made of rubber while the rest is made of polyester. Like the borders of his outer robe, they are dark green, almost black.

Peter Endless can be described as many things, some good and others bad - mostly bad.. There are a lot of dimensions to his character, and with each side to him is a story to be told. He carries both the sins and virtues of man, but everything may just be an illusion or a mask that he puts on to deter people from ever getting close to him.

The first trait that many might find obvious about him is his quiet confidence and pride. Peter stands tall and emits an aura of calm that demands both attention and respect (even if he is a bit young). Every movement he makes contributes to a bigger cause like emphasizing a point or handing down a fair judgment. A small nod of his head gives the people around him a sense of understanding or approval. Or an outstretched hand beckons someone to reveal their treachery. It is not unusual, however, for him to be greatly disliked or even hated because of it. Those feelings most likely stemmed from his resourcefulness and professional attitude at work.

When Peter speaks to a colleague, he is polite in his demeanor and tries not to belittle their work if there is something wrong with it. He may also give a praise here and there so that his co-workers know that he is not above them. If their work is running along the lines of his thoughts and theories, Peter will give him or her a small smile. Just a little upturn of his lips is enough to boost the person’s moral.

As a young man with infinite curiosity Peter is also persistent in his endeavours and getting things done without wasting any time. Everything about Peter is to do things perfectly so that everything will be perfect as the end result. If the outcome was not what was expected then he would deduce that the procedures had not been done properly. If the data is consistent though then Peter would admit that there should be another way to go about it. His high efficient work is also due to his organizational skills, combined with above average leadership and delegating proficiency.

Aside from his work environment Peter is mature, and responsible. Being punctual to every meeting whether it be a social outing or something relating to business or work is a fine example. Such traits might throw him in with the other boring people as he does not like to fool around when the time does not call for it nor can he stand idealistic views. Peter cannot condone those who wish to dream in the clouds or refuse to face the truth of their lives. His disapproval of such fantasies has him labeled as a realistic “arse” and a “downer.” Peter, however, does not mind being called those names as they indicate the childishness in others.

Despite how well-mannered and kind Peter has shown to everyone, some will still harbor an unexplained envy. Sometimes they will whisper to one another and spread insidious rumors, hoping to tear at his reputation.

The lies that which they spew from their mouths, however, are not all lies. Some are undeniably true.

Underneath all the layers of masks, Peter is a cruel and sadistic being. He takes joy in another person’s suffering whether it’s physically, mentally, or emotionally. In any one method, Peter relishes in it. The way they cringe or flinch at a swing arm or contraption. The way they continuously look over their shoulders in fear of being watched. Or the way they scream and cry when someone else they love is in pain. Every scene played and every sound is like a delicious sweet. The very taste explodes in his entire body. It rolls outward then slowly trickles back in, leaving tingling sensations in every fiber of his being.

When Peter puts a drama together, it usually ends in a tragedy or comedy-romance. He directs his actors in a way that they don’t even know that they’re participating in a grand performance. His commands are always in questions, random proddings for information, or an off-handed comment. And those lines always come and go with a simple passing. One of the most common scenes would have Peter walking past by one of the noble’s daughters and asking whether she had seen her betrothed lately. The girl would look uncertain and reply. Peter would then frown and send a pitying glance at her before thanking her for her time and leaving with haste. By the end of the week Peter would be able to hear a young woman’s sobs in one of the guest rooms, and he would be smiling throughout the day.

This demonstrates Peter’s silver tongue and cunning. He can create and weave stories out of nothing then watch them unfold before his very eyes. If confronted about the incidents that have caused a string of unhappy young ladies Peter would lie with such ease that it was second nature to him, and making him out as a simple and innocent messenger. But aside from treacherous traits Peter can be quite a sore-loser. No, he doesn’t throw tantrums or break things to let out steam. The most obvious way that he portrays his disappointment and anger is how sulky and quiet he can be, or he can be snippy or short-tempered with people. His release in emotion, however, is when he disappears in a nearby forest and tortures small animals to death.

• Acrobatic (+3): You have excellent body awareness and coordination.
  Explanation: Character can perform flashy moves such as back flips, cartwheels and various other moves when dodging an attack.
  
  
• Alertness (+2): You have finely tuned senses.
  Explanation: Passive D Rank hearing, sight, and smell buffs.
  
  
• Blindsight (+4): Using senses such as acute hearing and sensitivity to vibrations, you detect the location of opponents who are no more than five feet away from you. Darkness and Invisibility are irrelevant, though you cannot detect non corporeal beings.
  Explanation: Self Explanatory.
  
  
• High Society (+2): You know good manners and were trained to handle social interactions in noble circles. This is useful in requests involving members of the highest levels of society, such as monarchs, nobles, courtiers, lords and ladies, and high-ranking clerics.
  Explanation: You are capable of having threads with nobles. Those without this feat cannot.
  
  
• Nimble Fingers (+2): You are adept at manipulating small, delicate objects. This involves things such as a small mechanics and locks.
  Explanation: Capable of picking all locks except magically sealed items.
  
  
• Stealthy (+3): You are particularly good at avoiding notice. You could be sitting somewhere in a thread at a bar and people wouldn't even notice that you were there.
  Explanation: You are able to blend into a crowd, and those entering threads cannot initiate conversation with you until you speak or state your presence in an obvious matter by doing something that draws the attention of others.
  
  
• Swift (+3): You are fleet of foot. When running, you move three times your normal speed.
  Explanation: You have a passive C Rank speed buff at all times.
  
  
• Zealot (+4): This person has trained themselves to wield a specific type of weapon. This weapon can be mentioned behind the Zealot feat within brackets to claim it upon approval.
  Explanation: Self Explanatory.
  

• Aloof (-1): Your manner is cold and unapproachable, distancing you from friends and strangers alike. Your preternatural intelligence lends itself to viewing others as slow-witted and a waste of your precious time. Your charisma is lowered.
  Explanation: You can't act nice to people and you can't make friends easily.
  
  
• Ambitious (-1): You crave power. Money is nice, but being in charge of other people is your favorite thing. You are likely to be brought down by attempting a risky grab for power and failing. Even when deals are risky you will give in and agree most of times.
  Explanation: You will attempt to overthrow friends or foes alike when the opportunity rises regardless if it seems like it's not possible.
  
  
• Arrogant (-1): You firmly believe that you are better than anyone else is. Your ideas are the best, your clothes are the most stylish, and you have to let everyone else know how much better you are. Once in a while you openly show contempt or disdain for someone else.
  Explanation: You must at least act arrogant one out of five posts.
  
  
• Bad Reputation (-1): You have a reputation that angers or frightens people. Examples include being unlucky, petty, or cruel. The rep may or may not be accurate, but in either case, word travels faster than you do.
  Explanation: You can't communicate easily with non player characters. Somehow they've heard of you and the things they've heard weren't too good. [[Assassination and thievery.]]
  
  
• Cruel (-1): You have a sadistic streak that causes you to perform acts of cruelty for no good reason. Of course, this doesn't endear you to others. Most times you are prudent enough to carry out your cruelties on those under your thumb, rather than those you see as equals. However, you carry a constant social stigma, as rumors have their way of getting around.
  Explanation: You must perform an act of cruelty one out of five posts.
  
  
• Curiousity (-1): You're a naturally curious person and you find mysteries of any sort irresistible. In most circumstances, alas, your curiosity overrides your common sense. This forces you to investigate something unusual, even if it looks like it might be dangerous.
  Explanation: You will walk deeper into the forest you have never been before. You won't turn around from the castle that you have never seen. This can result into getting you into very dangerous situations.
  
  
• Dark Secret (-1): You have some sort of secret that, if revealed, would make you an outcast amongst your society and companions. While this secret is on your mind at all times, it will come up in topics only once in a while, but when it does, watch out! [[He killed his betrothed and burned down his village.]]
  Explanation: You must think about your dark secret at least one out of ten posts. When things that are relevant to the dark secret are brought up you can't stop thinking about it.
  
  
• Derangement: OCD (-3): This illness manifests in one of two main forms, obsessive thoughts or compulsive actions; some characters exhibit both.
  Explanation: Self explanatory.
  
  
• Derangement: Schizophrenia (-3): Your mind is clearly not in the right place, not being able to tell the difference between reality and fantasy. Hallucinations, voices in your head, etc. are a couple of the symptoms. [[He hallucinates his late bride-to-be in varying ages, and thinks that she’s very much real and exists solely to torment/comfort him.]]
  Explanation: Self explanatory.
  
  
• Derangement: Compulsions (-3): The character insists on performing ritual actions, such as touching a doorway at left, right, and top before passing through it. Though she may agree that the actions are senseless, the need to perform them is overpowering. [[Peter has a strong need to arrange things to his system whether it’s by size or alphabetical order.]]
  Explanation: The character must do their compulsion, regardless of adverse effects--including bodily harm.
  
  
• Envious (-1): Everyone else seems to have it better than you do. They have more money, better toys, and a prettier wife. You tend to get envious over the smallest things. You're often disliked due to the constant mutterings and complaints you utter, along with the dirty stares you offer those you deem as better off than yourself.
  Explanation: You must act envious at least one out of five posts.
  
  
• Greedy (-1): Money makes your eyes light up with joy. The more, the merrier, as long as it spends. Once in a while, whenever you're divvying up shares of the loot, being offered a hefty bribe, or catching wind of some fabulous treasure, the flaw can to convince you to grab for as much money as possible.
  Explanation: You may act differently when money comes into play.
  
  
• Harbinger of Ill Omen (-1): You seem to be cursed to forever bump into a specific person, time and time again. Each time you do, something bad happens not long afterward. This person in no way does this purposefully, it just happens with alarming frequency.
  Explanation: You will have character assigned to you by roleplay department of staff who will enter you threads randomly from time to time. When this happens, staff will change the conditions of your thread against you. Such as heavy storm, avalanches or beasts catching onto your smell.
  
  
• Intolerance (-1): You have an irrational dislike of a certain thing. It may be an animal, a class of person, a situation, or just about anything at all. Note that some dislikes may be too trivial or ridiculous to count--a dislike of Bavarian-crème-filled donuts or mechanical pencils, for example, has no real dramatic value and will not be allowed. [[Peter hates looking at the specific color of “olive” and knitted sweaters; they’re simply atrocious.]]
  Explanation: You must act very disgusted and displeased when your dislike comes into play.
  
  
• Judgmental (-1): You form opinions quickly and change them very slowly. You also have a tendency to judge people on their appearance. A man dressed as a pirate, no matter how gentlemanly, is a scoundrel and a dog as far as you is concerned. A man covered in mud is a peasant, and a woman wearing revealing clothing is a prostitute.
  Explanation: You must act very disgusted and displeased when your dislike comes into play.
  
  
• Proud (-1): You don't like accepting help from others. If a gift or offer of aid smacks of charity or pity even the slightest bit, you grow indignant and refuse it.
  Explanation: You win 10% less jewels from wheel spins.
  
  
• Righteous (-1): The end justifies the means. You are willing to perform morally repugnant actions in order to achieve noble goals. Unfortunately, this can alienate those people who might support your cause if you didn't use such heavy-handed methods.
  Explanation: Your beliefs guide you so strongly that you are willing to kill an entire village that's harboring a thief, if it kills the thief too.
  

The first memory Peter could recall by himself is the cooing of his parents. Their faces were blurry but he could distinctly remember how they smelled of vanilla and incense. It was both a comforting and acrid scent that filled him with warmth. His most memorable memory was being held up high to the sky, dressed in dangling white cloth as a sea of people cheered and bowed to him. Peter guessed that he had been about a year or two old then. Everyone loved him and he loved them in return. They showered him with praises and affection. He graciously returned those too for they smiled and thanked him for his blessing.

When he had been old enough to walk, Peter had been allowed to play with the other children. But some of the other children didn’t want to play with him because everyone loved him. Their parents and uncles and aunts and grandparents. They loved Peter more than them - the regular children. Peter was hurt but did not blame them. He had been told that the other children would not understand how important he was to them, and that it will take some time for them to realize how much they would come to love him. Peter had nodded and accepted the explanation, but remained confused as to why he, a child just like the others, could see the reason so clearly.


By the time he was five, Peter had discovered that if he said or did certain things the adults of his village would do anything to appease him. If he wished for toys, they would give it to him. If he wished for more clothes, they would give it to him. Ever the most ridiculous of requests were completed. He didn’t know at the time, but Peter had conducted various experiments to see how far the people of village would do for him. “Make me laugh,” he would command them, or when he felt confident enough Peter would point at another child and say, “Punish him. He does not love me.” The punishment never exceeded more than a simple slap on the bum, but it had been enough for Peter.

For years Peter had constantly exercised his power over the village despite being a mere child. He asked and they gave, not even giving thought that they had an option to choose if they should obey his commands or not. Even the punishments for those have not loved him enough were gradually becoming more severe. The adults didn’t notice and the children didn’t notice, except for one. The odd one was a girl, just about his age. Maybe a year or less younger than him. And she, Valerie was her name, the smartest of the regular children. But she was also the most compassionate one. The one who loved Peter the most.

Peter favored Valerie out of all the children too. And just like most children who did not know the concept behind marriage aside from “being together forever”, they were betrothed because that was what Peter had wished. Like all couples they’ve seen and observed, Peter and Valerie slept side by side with one another in a their own hut. It was theirs alone, and for their family in the future. But because Valerie loved Peter and knew him, she began to notice how much he had changed. From his forced smiles and gritting of his teeth whenever an immature kid makes fun of him or tells him that he would never love him. She saw it all and confirmed her suspicions when the punishments had become more of a daily and hourly command for Peter.

And every time they rushed past the punished, Peter would have a strange satisfaction in his eyes. Something that Valerie found disturbing because before, when she had known his past self, Peter had had the most painful of expressions. She remembered distinctly (or as much as a child her age could) that Peter had tears pooling and streaming down his cheeks because he is causing pain to the people he loved. Now, however, she could tell that her partner was delighted in seeing people suffer. For months Valerie said and did nothing, hoping and denying what she had uncovered. But on one afternoon, when she was looking for Peter in the forest, Valerie found corpses of the little woodland animals. It was the work of Peter, she was sure of it. No animal or person from their village would prolong a creature’s death and not take it home for food.


Valerie was also a patient girl. She waited when other people of the village began to doubt Peter’s judgement. Everyone, even the toddlers who were bordering on becoming children, were punished for the littlest of things. Peter would still smile sadly and give a reasonable base for the crimes, but the villagers were finally opening their eyes. When Valerie though it was time, she brought one of the corpses of a dead squirrel to the leader and told him of how Peter skinned it alive and watched it die. The information spread slowly and cautiously so that their Holy One wouldn’t catch it, but Peter did catch it and heard the fear in their voices.

His power and control over the village was no more. Over the next few days Peter had packed and stashed a bag of supplies for when he would make his escape. Knowing and having loved the people, Peter already knew his fate if he were to stay. On the day he was to escape Peter decided that he had one more thing to do. He accompanied Valerie to their small hut for lunch. While they ate, they said nothing. The air was thick with nervousness and fear. Halfway through their meal Peter stood and hugged Valerie as if he was in pain. Confused at his behavior Valerie had turned to face him so that she could return his hug.

When asked what was wrong, Peter asked, ”Do you love me?” Of course, Valerie was quick to assure Peter that she did. She could feel his arm tighten around her, clinging for strength. At this point Valerie was startled at his affection. It was as if this was the old Peter, the one who truly loved. Her own arms tightened around him in hopes that it will bring him back. Peter pulled away slightly, stared into her eyes, and kissed her like he had seen the adults do. Valerie responded as expected before he pulled away. Tears were streaming down and his lips were pulled into a heartbroken smile.

”Liar.”

There was a splash of red and a scream.

Peter did not move away, not even when the entrance to the hut was clogged with surprised and angry faces. The villagers dragged Peter out and onto the middle of their village, an open and public place where the Holy One will be judged by all. They demanded his reasons and they wanted retribution from him. But all Peter could reply with was, ”She did not love me. Do you love me?” A pause and silence before more shouts broke out. ”You do not love me.” Peter stood and saw his people recoil from the slightest movement. He stared at them with sadness and began to laugh. They did not love him. ”Monster!” The people began to yell and chant, closing in on Peter’s nine year old frame.

The first of the mob knocked him down to his knees, viciously beating on him until he was laying down on the ground in fetal position. Peter’s demented chuckles were drowned out until the bellows became a cacophony of shrieks. Fire, out of no where, ate at the straw and wooden huts. It spread from house to house until latched itself onto each villagers and burning them. Peter, once again, was upright and taking in the scenery. The villagers had forgotten him and were more intent on running away.

In the distance, not too far away that they couldn’t be spotted, was a heavily robed man sitting regally on top of a horse, flanked by archers.


It had been months since Peter had been taken in by Head Advisor Yami. Peter now lived in a castle. He had wanted to explore the new land, but was forbidden to leave his room until he learned how to be “respectful” to his savior. Every day since then Peter had been hammered on the laws of the castle and the proper manners a noble should have. And every day Peter was told of Yami’s family’s history as if it was his own. It did, eventually. Yami had officially adopted Peter as his son and heir to his family line. Peter could have cared less for the position, but owed the man his life.

Peter did whatever was asked of him from Yami, though he was finding it unworthy of his time. He persevered, however, and was later allowed to go out of his room as a reward. Whenever he was allowed to explore the grounds, Peter had been searching for a way out. As comfortable his life was at the moment, the little boy was not used to being told what to do; he was the “The Holy One” and no one gave him commands like a peasant. Yami, however, knew of Peter’s attempt to runaway and punished him every single time, telling him that he, Peter, was the one that set his village on fire and that he had been the one to blame. It was Yami that saved him from the clutches of his own work.

Almost a year and a half now, Peter turned ten and found himself a slave to Yami’s machinations. He had aided in the murder of another high ranking advisor and noble, catalogued documents, and many more unsavory activities. Having had enough of this man’s oppression, Peter found himself fleeing from the castle and its bloodthirsty warriors. By luck or fate he managed to scrape by blending into the slums of whatever city or town he came across, where he learned to how to steal and some rudimentary fighting.


Months had come and gone where Peter grovelled and stole food just to get by, never staying in one place for fear of Yami’s men still looking for him. His latest destination was the island of Barque in North Fiore. Young Peter had expected to die in the forest, but found himself being nurtured to full health by a dragon instead. Ringjax, he learned was the name of his savior. Unlike Yami, Ringjax did not try to force Peter into doing anything. Truth be told, the great shadow dragon wanted him out of his island but Peter stubbornly rooted himself with him.

Years more passed in a blur. Peter was now a teenager and learned everything that Ringjax had to teach him. He craved more, however. The now Shadow Dragon Slayer yearned for knowledge and power and wealth beyond any man’s dream. Confident in his skills as a mage, he bid his father in all but blood and species goodbye.

On his journey back to the mainland of Fiore, Peter had the company of his late betrothed. Valerie, her form fluctuating between child and almost adult, had manifested herself during Peter’s time with the Shadow Dragon. Conversations with himself (or rather Valerie) had caused people to avoid him for the most part, but that later changed when he began slaying people for money. He had become “Monster” once again and that had garnered a certain guild’s attention.


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