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
Family	Andes (Older Brother)

"...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 through the use of arcane magic, 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.

Biography

Andes, Andes, Andes. All they ever talk about is Brother. All they ever think about is Brother. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them.

Don't talk about him with that fleshy, grotesque muscle attached to your jaw. Don't think about him with that blanched, graying lump of flat that rots away in your skull.

Even though they're filthy. Even though they're stained, ugly, weak, disgusting. Pathetic existences. They are not worthy of me. They are not worthy of him. They are not worthy of life. They are not worthy of being called a person.

I'll show them. I'll show them. I'll create someone better than them. Someone better than Brother. The perfect human being. From my hands. Mine.

Then they'll never be able to think about him again.

...One day, Andes disappeared.

No one knew where he went.

In fact, not many people seemed to know who he was at all.

Something was wrong. This wasn't right. There was something strange about this world.

But where did he go?

Relationships

Andes

Brother.

Brother, I cannot remember the texture of your voice. I cannot remember the color of your eyes, the shape of your lashes. I cannot remember the warmth of your grasp, the gentility of your smile.

Brother, you are fading from my memory. How can I surpass you when I can recall you no longer?

I should have burned your form into my soul before we parted.

...

...

Brother.

Brother, I know you best in the world. Your every feature has lodged itself in my mind like a curse. Not a day goes by where I don't see your visage clear in my mind's eye. I remember the angle of your jaw, the shape of your teeth. The curve of your horns, the thickness of your pupils. I know the shape and curve of each individual phalange, the exact degree as to which your sternocleidomastoid tenses. I know you.

It is everyone else who doesn't.

With this knowledge, I will surely, surely...

His brother is whatever Eida believes him to be.

He loves him. He despises him. He prays to him. He curses him. He wants to connect with him. He wants to tear his body to pieces.

A small, little part of his brain whispers: How was Andes really like?

A seed of doubt.

The corruption crushes this part of him, swifly, mercilessly, whimsically.

After all, he is always right.

Lune Ra'Noria

"I don't understand why she's so obsessed with using existing parts. There is simply no merit, no passion! Have you no dignity in your craft?

...You need me to make you a knee because yours has all shattered?

Honestly! This is why I can't stand those like you! I'll have it done by tomorrow."

A big sister-type who he finds kind of annoying, but he tolerates and sometimes even appreciates her companionship. She loves to tease him, but it always appears to be unintentional. He humors her every whim, even if he might spend a few minutes griping about it.

He doesn't seem to notice her concern over him.

Jolie

"I suppose she has her uses. She's good at cleaning up Lune Ra'Noria's messes- No, I will not call you beautiful. You are not. Come back to me after ten thousand million years!"

A big sister-type who he finds kind of annoying, but he tolerates and sometimes even appreciates her companionship. She loves to tease him, and it always appears to be intentional. As a result, he's a lot less patient with her- not that he's ever been patient with anyone.

Still, he thinks she's quite alright.

Heresy

"That twisted bastard? He's such a psychotic freak. I'll never be able to understand him. What's so interesting about a sack of flesh? I'm so glad I'm normal."

Eida doesn't really like him, though he does respect Res' passion for research. Still, Res is just so nasty. So vile. Eida simply cannot understand his interests.

"The Creature"

"Ungrateful little tyke. All he ever goes on about is Res, Res and more Res. I'm the reason his body is stable at all! This is practically art theft! Where's my credit?!"

Eida hates how much he's been roped into helping out with Res' sick fetish, and he finds "The Creature" to be quite the unpleasant existence. It goes against all his aesthetic sensibilities, you see. But Eida can't deny that he does feel a certain level of affection and responsibility for this thing. Leo would have looked quite a bit cuter if Eida had been allowed to go with his first, second or even third draft for his face. Unfortunately, they were all vetoed. Shame, really.