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[b][size=5][font=Cambria]"Let's eat life, shall we?"[/size]
[size=5] ALEXANDRU HEMMINGWAY [/size][/font][/b]
faceclaim: Tyki Mikk[/center]
[center][b] Thirty-four - Sinner - Cook - Pansexual[/b][/center]
[b]Personality:[/b]
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[*] Lazy, lax, and indolent, the type of man who made sloth a sin. He's all willful ignorance and sharp tongue, doing what he wants when he wants to, and heaven help you if you try to convince him otherwise. At least it's impossible to get bored with him around, if not because of his sweet talk and foul taunts, then at least because of his innovation in the kitchen.
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[b]Cause of Death:[/b]
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[*] Claims to have been crushed by a falling chandelier at his own birthday party. Says that it was rigged as a result of corporation competition.
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[b]Background:[/b]
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[*] A successful businessman, who climbed through the ranks using cutthroat skill, underhanded bargains, and criminal dealings to become the director of one of the States's most successful companies, crushing an origin of poverty and single-motherhood beneath the heel of his Oxfords.
[*] Following his death, the owner of a popular restaurant set in the high-rise skyscrapers of Hell, famous for its eccentric food and drinks, which are guaranteed to be the perfect fit for any momentous outing or fine dining experience. After all, no demon worth their salt would be scared of something more adventurous than human food, right?
[*] Practically hired himself. I mean, you wouldn't want to get in Alexandru's way, would you? Not after he just found something fun, someone [i]exciting[/i], after all the time he's spent in dreary old Hell? No, no you wouldn't.
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[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[*]Curly, dark purple hair that falls to his shoulders, frequently pulled into a ponytail or tucked underneath a hat. Brown skin, sometimes replaced with a grey pallor under Hell's baleful light. Golden eyes, black stars crowning his brow. Dresses in collared shirts with the top few buttons undone, a loose tie that's barely hanging around his neck, comfy slacks, and polished dress shoes. Loves wearing top hats.
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[b]Other:[/b]
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[*]The food he makes looks strange, to say the least, with the number of original ingredients and neon colors he favors in his dishes. The less polite have called it terrifying, food for the blind, and radioactive enough to rival the inside of a reactor.
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"Let's eat life, shall we?"
ALEXANDRU HEMMINGWAY
faceclaim: Tyki Mikk
Thirty-four - Sinner - Cook - Pansexual
Personality:
- Lazy, lax, and indolent, the type of man who made sloth a sin. He's all willful ignorance and sharp tongue, doing what he wants when he wants to, and heaven help you if you try to convince him otherwise. At least it's impossible to get bored with him around, if not because of his sweet talk and foul taunts, then at least because of his innovation in the kitchen.
Cause of Death:
- Claims to have been crushed by a falling chandelier at his own birthday party. Says that it was rigged as a result of corporation competition.
Background:
- A successful businessman, who climbed through the ranks using cutthroat skill, underhanded bargains, and criminal dealings to become the director of one of the States's most successful companies, crushing an origin of poverty and single-motherhood beneath the heel of his Oxfords.
- Following his death, the owner of a popular restaurant set in the high-rise skyscrapers of Hell, famous for its eccentric food and drinks, which are guaranteed to be the perfect fit for any momentous outing or fine dining experience. After all, no demon worth their salt would be scared of something more adventurous than human food, right?
- Practically hired himself. I mean, you wouldn't want to get in Alexandru's way, would you? Not after he just found something fun, someone exciting, after all the time he's spent in dreary old Hell? No, no you wouldn't.
Appearance:
- Curly, dark purple hair that falls to his shoulders, frequently pulled into a ponytail or tucked underneath a hat. Brown skin, sometimes replaced with a grey pallor under Hell's baleful light. Golden eyes, black stars crowning his brow. Dresses in collared shirts with the top few buttons undone, a loose tie that's barely hanging around his neck, comfy slacks, and polished dress shoes. Loves wearing top hats.
Other:
- The food he makes looks strange, to say the least, with the number of original ingredients and neon colors he favors in his dishes. The less polite have called it terrifying, food for the blind, and radioactive enough to rival the inside of a reactor.
