Ino

Ino is a quiet undertide with a sharp memory. He never likes to put himself in an uncomfortable situation, using dramatic gestures and flattery to avoid too much conflict. When he goes he practically deathly quiet, it’s either contemplation or simply not seeing a point to speak. He has a good memory generally, considering he has to sort out specific brews and plants that could be classified from distracting to lethal at varying speeds and efficiencies. Having worked for years to simply get to where he is today, he has some.. opinions on those he finds beneath him in a way. Displaying a friendly and expressive outward appearance, he tends to use sarcasm for deflection when he doesn’t feel like being there. With selfish intentions and an array of toxins at his disposal, there’s no reason for him to waste his time around those he doesn’t feel deserve it. He will laugh things off when nervous, but won’t back down unless getting cornered in an argument he can’t win.

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A hardworking and shifty poisons expert. That was how one would recognize Ino. He was quite well known for his dedication to his craft, and never seeming to get caught for how he sells them.

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Fun Facts:

- When he forgets to cover his odor due to overworking, he constantly reeks of a scent similar to rat poison, occasionally reeks of dead meat if he’s been kept in his lab for hours.

- Due to being used to negotiations and sweet talk, he doesn’t really know how to talk to someone for long without mentioning something on a sour note.

- Loves old timey language. He finds it to be fancy, though doesn’t use it too much due to not wanting to sound like a dork.

- Can and will use weird metaphors.

- Since he has been in overexposure of all sorts of chemicals and toxins, he practically has no sense of smell.

- Uses his frills on the sides of his head when communicating, whether this is purposeful, nobody really knows.