Theo
(#87007000)
Chef | Flaming Mantis Proprietor
Familiar
Cinderkelp Loach
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Energy: 44
out of
50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.17 m
Wingspan
1.21 m
Weight
0.86 kg
Genetics
Wine
Lionfish
Lionfish
Brick
Eel
Eel
Grey
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 16 Fae
EXP: 953 / 71966
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
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"Can you handle the heat?" ╰───────────────────────────────────╯ Theo is a newer recruit to the clan, chosen to provide an alternative to Hastelloy’s raw salads and boiled meats (bless her cotton socks). Waking up to a full deluxe fried breakfast every morning, hand-seared on the magma-heated rocks of the molten surrounds, Glycol has been proclaiming often of late that he’s died and gone to heaven. Theo's diner, the Flaming Mantis, is located in the centre of town and usually packs out twice a day for the lunch and dinner services. The industrious fae never seems to tire, pumping out his insect-laden specialties from sunrise to sundown (alternative proteins and plant-based options are on offer for those not enamored of wings and compound eyes). The diner is the one place Canarsie can sometimes be seen in town, for a serving of Theo's signature mantis mignon. All this toil leaves little time for personal exploits, which is fine by Theo. Beneath his perfectly creased outfit, he hides a secret - due to a genetic mutation, his skeleton has grown on the outside of his body; an exoskeleton, if you will. It's something he's extraordinarily self-conscious about, and has led to him segregating himself socially to avoid ridicule. Unbeknownst to Theo, though, he has many admirers and potential friends among his customers. |
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Skit for Cooking with Gordon "Theo!" one of the deckhands yelled from somewhere out… there. "Something's burning! Again!" "That'll be the incompetent engineer running the engine lean, again," Theo muttered under his breath, sweating profusely as he retrieved a rack of fish from the grill, catching the small fleshy forms just in time to preserve them on the delectable, tender cusp between under- and overcooked. The flames flared up beneath the grill and, reaching over to turn the heat down, Theo's apron slipped to reveal the gnarled bones embracing his petite form. He cursed, hurrying to straighten his garments as the deckhand appeared at the entrance to the cramped kitchen, their nostrils twitching in an irritating fashion. "Tell the captain dinner's ready," Theo barked at the young Mirror (well, barked as much as a Fae can bark). "Not that he'll be sober enough to appreciate the taste," he added, a little too loudly. Satisfied, and a little disappointed, to see nothing up in flames, the deckhand slithered away, leaving Theo to mop his brow in relief. And so passed another successful day of hiding his calcified veneer; as much as a literal skeleton might have been at home on a pirate ship, Theo had always felt his true form was something to be hidden, to be compensated for. The apron settled gently over his bones, and he let himself take a breather for the first time all day. Whew… His head shook off its own accord, a cue from his body that there was work still to be done. Pulling himself upright, Theo tossed the fish fillets onto individual plates, seasoning them with platitudes of salt and pepper to appease the hungry mouths waiting to be fed, adding a sprinkling of dehydrated greens to keep the crew fighting fit. To top it all off, a spritz of his special citrus sauce - and voila! That’d be the best meal anyone was getting for miles around today - five hundred miles to be exact. Theo scooped up his handiwork with a flourish and started off towards the mess hall. "Hey, that smells so good!" the deckhand exclaimed, distracted momentarily from their cleaning duties. "Yeah," Theo replied, taking a rare moment to indulge in the opulence of his own creation. "I know." He smiled to himself. Yes, he did know. Theo nibbled on a slice of fish, his taste buds singing as the mix of herbs and lemon zest danced over his tongue, transporting him far away from this life adrift on the open seas. Yes, one day he'd be long gone from here, cooking for those with senses ablaze and fully cognizant, adoring of the sweat and tears he always poured into his labours of love. Theo, the cook. The deckhand understood what it meant to be unappreciated, and they exchanged a tenuous glance, a token of solidarity to carry them on into the long, rocky night. There was, as always, work to be done. |
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