Eida

Content Warning: Mildly Graphic Descriptions of Gore/Body Parts, Human Experimentation, and Obsession Over One's Kin (Severe Brother Complex)

Eida
Pronouns	He/Him
Species	Kindred (Deer)
Aspect	Fire Whimsy

"...Those are not my brother's eyes."

A Kindred man obsessed with the idea of his brother, Andes. He seeks to create the "perfect human" with his own two hands, and looks down upon anyone who doesn't agree with his ideals.

Mun: Uno

Appearance

There was nothing inherently notable about his features. He was, for all intents and purpose, simply much the same as the average deer Kindred, dark brown stag's ears growing from the sides of his face and jet black horns sprouting from either side of his temple, curling inwards like dark keratin hands. If there was anything that could be commented on, though, it would be the deep red cracks creeping across his face like parasitic vines, and the trembling, throbbing black slitted pupils that pulsed dangerously within his blood red eyes.

An adult man with an average body and an average face. He often dresses in an aesthetic reminiscent of the people of the far east, claiming that he enjoys their ease of movement and their silhouette. Matching his brown ears are is his short tail that sprouts from his abdomen, with many of his garments modified in order to not trap it under his clothes. He may sometimes sport an accessory or two, many of which were forced upon him by his compatriots Lune Ra'Noria and Jolie.

While not the main identifier, the most notable part of him is the veins of red crawling across his skin— a visual symbol of his Whimsy corruption, This corruption is also the cause of his vertical slit pupils, which often spike up and flare our when he uses his magic. Before he was inflicted, his pupils lay horizontal, much like the deer in our modern world.

Personality

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

This was all wrong. The color, the shape, the texture, all of it was wrong.

This couldn't possibly be his brother's skull.

This couldn't possibly be the perfect human.

His orbital plate wasn't this sharply curved. His frontal bone now nearly this brittle. The angle of his mandible should not have that 45 degree dip, his nasal bone should be half a centimeter lower, his maxilla shouldn't have all those *craters* in them. There were creases where there shouldn't be, prints that his own fingers had left in as proof of his handicraft. Signaling that he was its creator. But that wasn't right. His brother's skull wouldn't have these markings on them. It would surely be thick, hard, perfectly smooth, perfectly unblemished. Nary a crack, no disgusting little dents, not a single curve out of place.

This wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all.

He'd have to start all over once again.

To some, Eida is a passionate, ambitious and artistic soul who strives enduring towards the romance and beauty known as perfection itself, unforgiving of those who limit themselves due to societal pressures.

To others, Eida is an insufferable, snobbish, elitist son of a bastard who reaches for an impossible ideal whilst putting down everyone who doesn't emulate his actions. In fact, most people are "others". He is, generally, quite an unpleasant man to be around when the topic of art or artistry appears in the conversation. His narrow-minded approach to his craft results in him being unable to physically comprehend anything that may not fit into his worldview, and rather than attempting to understand it, he often makes excuses or mischaracterises and misrepresents these concepts in order to paint them in a negative light.

When not approaching these topics, however, Eida is a lot more pleasant, acting more akin to a surly young man who grumbles and bemoans his situation, but begrudgingly entertains any and all ideas he's forced to deal with. He often acts as the voice of reason within his group, as his common sensibilities are relatively high when his 'landmine' topics are not treaded.

But there is no Eida without his mania.

Deep within in is a blackened, cracked core, filled with a single-minded obsession that is warping his mind in its madness.

He doesn't mind this.

For Eida, there is only one path.