Amos Dominus Maledicta XIII

Amos Dominus Maledicta XIII
Alternate Names	Amos Carrion Leech (Guild's affectionate nickname)
Pronouns	He/Him/Unholy/Thing
Species	??? Unknown, bit by Magic Beast Parasite
Division	Wayfarer's Division
Height	6'5
Age	Guild records say 53. Don't ask the mortician, they've lost count of the bones.
Death Date	he can't seem to stay dead
Zodiac	Gluttonous Siren

""If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out. If thy blood betrays thee...well, There's always a use for it, isn't there? Quetzalcoatl 9:47"

A man of the cloth with The Word preached everywhere he goes. His lips and teeth seldom stay clean.

A prisoner of the guild after a series of unfortunate events with his vampire coven, he stays obedient for whatever reason. Often seen with Chalice, who strictly keeps him in check (and accompanies him in monster hunting commissions). Sometimes hits him over the head with a comically large shiny weapon. The Guild lets him hold his masses every Sunday in a quaint little church by the town's cliffside.

Appearance

His hair is an unruly black and seemingly singed, with the roots a wild yellow. It was obviously chopped off what with how it curls unnaturally at the ends. He neatly combs it at night, when there is less skin to be covered due to his aversion to the sun.

The coats and robes he wears are long, tall and tattered along the edges always swaying as if shadows cling to the hem. His smile is the worse of it, deceptively charming when his fangs are retracted. When hungry they're unnaturally sharp enough to be a warning miles away, but stretched enough to be mocking and playful. His long fingers hold a strange elegance, despite being clawed with veins that pulse a gradient of black and grey.

Then the way he moves is as if he's sliding is a little too eager. A little too weightless. He was made for lies and confessions, for scripture and sin all in the same breath.

The lenses to his circle glasses are a deep wine red. Perched on his nose always, like a devil's halo soaking up all the light and making him see red. They sit slightly crooked, the frames a dirty golden that glint in the candlelight, as if they've been pushed askew many times already.

His pupils burn. The color of fire and inflamed wound, they glow in the dark. Especially in the dark. When he tilts his head just right under his umbrella as he takes his morning stroll his blaring red glasses look horrifying for those who know him.

The Legacy

A famous binge-eater back in the day belonging to a well known vampire cult (to be fleshed out later), his name incites fear. His predecessors share the same name, seemingly to carry the name for eons to come but they all look the same, bringing up the theory that maybe they're all the same person with a ridiculously long lifespan. In the past he drank a lot, not only from his past hunts, but also from the cult that he called his kin. Which caused him to have a particular taste for it. He was deemed a glutton even by their unholy standards for he consumed too much, thus he was cast out.

An exile wasn't the end of him, he was taken into by the guild to cage him from causing any more trouble after years of hunting. Weakened and frail, they collected what was left of him so the guild can study him and experiment as much as they wanted. He was as much of a prisoner as he was an asset, as a dangerous monster that could hunt monsters. Of course, kept in check constantly with the help of Chalice, his caretaker and friend.

He knows the guild keeps him on a leash, and for some reason he lets them. Maybe because his provided lounging area is quite cozy and the juiceboxes provided served enough for his diet. For deep down, despite every cruel and sacrilegious jest and lazy smirk, he knows something they don't; A leech doesn't need freedom to feed.

Yet as much as the guild is his prison, it's also his home. If only because he has nothing else to run to.

Church of The Ember Serpent (name wip)

he is here every Sunday c:

Relationships

(feel free to talk to me if you want oc interactions teehee)

Chalice Aureate

"No prayers, Little Cottonbud. We keep eyes on each other, lord knows I have nothing better to do, anyway."

• She keeps Amos tethered to his humanity, she is his trusty friend through and through, especially in missions and really dangerous quests.
• Hits him with comically large weapon when he does something bad or gets a little too thirsty
• Holds his hand to cross the road when he's in his fur baby form.

Ulvultar Ballahast

"A saint wouldn't look at the devil this way. I should pray again to ask if the Dragons above are having a hearty laugh."

• It's known that he drinks a potion to become much more subdued as a fluffy large fur baby to roam the streets of Eversun. Often visits the Ballahast Manor for food and other things.
• The elf was Amos's old flame decades ago. He's definitely over him.
• He's written a letter once folded in the deepest trenches of his dungeon addressed to Ulvultar. The first line says "No one loves you.". He 'accidentally' put a comma after 'no' and it's just there now as a smudged correction that still looks like a comma.