Caspar Fedora Dude || Homosexual Homoromantic || || Private Investigator/Founder of CYPHER ||

dude, u need a fedora

Welcome to CYPHER—the world’s best coatl-exclusive detective club! ~~Personality~~ Caspar is a cheerful, hyperactive coatl whose sole ambition in life is to take over the world with his coatl-fedora club, CYPHER. He pretends to be a harmless private investigator who runs a detective club in order to avoid detection by other dragons. who loves his job as a private investigator. He’s very clever and quick to think of things no other dragon thought of, and is useful in emergencies as well as mysteries. He doesn’t really believe in ghosts and the supernatural, and has yet to be proved wrong, but he respects other dragons’ belief in such things. ~~Role/Background~~ As well as being a well-known detective, Caspar is head of a coatl-exclusive club called CYPHER. “CYPHER” probably stands for something, but if it does, nobody knows exactly what. Caspar says it’s “Coatls Yn Phedoras Hunting Evil Renegades”, but everyone replies that Caspar’s spelling needs work. There are only a few rules to joining CYPHER: 1) You must be a coatl 2) You must be male 3) You must be wearing a fedora These rules are enforced by Fierce Coatl Bouncers™ who stand on either side of the door carrying rapiers and looking fearsome. During the day, the coatls of CYPHER mostly just lounge around, drink very, very, very strong coffee and plot world domination—all under the guise of tracking down and dispatching bad guys. It’s a bad idea to disrupt the CYPHER coatls while they are drinking coffee—they will probably kill you with their evil CYPHER-coatl MAGICKA. After dark, the fedora-wearing CYPHER coatls put their coffee cups away for the next day’s evil plotting and head down to the coatl-exclusive nightclub on the ground-level floor. For the nightclub, fedoras are welcome but not required, and female coatls are allowed in as well. Dragons who intend to use a gene change scroll to become coatls and want to scope out the bonuses of being a coatl are allowed into the nightclub, but they must be watched by the Fierce Coatl Bouncers™.

Familiars
Guava the Tengu Caller - Awakened
Feer the Janustrap - Awakened
Stoneguard the Bearded Yeti - Awakened
Snare the Firebelly Weaver

CYPHER Hierarchy
Boss Dude: Caspar
Second in Command:
Fierce Coatl Bouncers™:
Other Coatls:
Candy()


Caspar beams around at the coatls surrounding the gigantic circular table in his new office. Each and every one of them is wearing a fedora: red, white, black, tan, it doesn’t matter. As long as they’re fedoras.

“Thank you for coming to this very first meeting of CYPHER,” Caspar says. “Since you’re here, I’m sure you noticed the bouncers I have attending the front doors of the building. They are to insure that nobody who doesn’t comply with the rules of CYPHER manage to make it into the building.”

They all nod. One coatl raises his hand.

“Yes?” says Caspar.

“Can we have coffee?” the coatl asks.

“Of course,” says Caspar, waving a wing to the coffee machine sitting on a low table against the far wall. “Help yourselves. That’s what it’s here for.”

The coatls hurry over to the coffee machine and grab cups. One coatl takes a gigantic mouthful and chokes.

“It’s very strong,” he manages.

“Yeah,” said Caspar. “It’s supposed to be. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” says the other coatl. “I just wasn’t expecting it.” He slurps down the rest of his mug and goes to get another.

Once all the coatls are sufficiently jittery and hyped on coffee, they return to the table. One coatl begins to tap out a rhythm on the table. The other coatls eagerly join in by clanking spoons and forks against their coffee cups, blowing across the rim of empty soda bottles, and humming. One coatl begins to sing in a very shrill, loud voice. His tune is horrible, and the lyrics are wild and made up on the spot, but it’s entertaining. Caspar joins in.

When they’re done, he says, “Now, the first order of business is…” While he speaks, he trots over to a large cabinet on the wall. He swings the cabinet doors open to reveal a whiteboard with a map of Sornieth tacked to it.

“…world domination.”

“How come you’re the leader?” one coatl asks.

Caspar looks at him. “Because this was my idea. Because I’m wearing a waistcoat and spats and breeches.”

“Just checking,” says the other coatl.

“Anyone else have any questions?” Caspar asks.

Nobody says anything.

“Good,” says Caspar, and points to a spot on the map. “Here’s where we are right now…”