Name: Andrejas, Sven
Alias: Ludwig (Lewd-vig)
Height/Weight: 169cm | 64kg
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Appeals: || Host ||
+ Gentleman: He never fails to hold a door open for someone, pull out their chair and compliment their appearance. He likes to make sure that his customers are well cared for.
+ Thick Accent: He pronounces 'W' as 'V' (Vhat, Vhere, Vhen, Vonderful) and 'Th' as 'Z' (Zhat, Zhought, Zhere). He finds it hard to believe that his accent is attractive though but it keeps bringing him customers so he isn't complaining.
+ Clean: Sven showers at least 3 times a day. He likes to feel and smell clean at all times, which is probably why he always looks refreshed and smells like rose shampoo.
Clients - | Friendly | Understanding | Sociable | Open | Gentle |
With his customers/Clients Sven is your classic gentleman. He is an intensive listener and will give them advice if it is requested of him. He is very social with his clients and treats them as if they have known him for years even though he may have only first met them five minutes ago. Sven would do anything in his power to make sure that his clients leave happy and with a big smile on their face.
Self - | Blunt | Rude | Forever Tired | Caring |
When away from work, Sven acts the complete opposite of how he treats his clients. He gets annoyed rather easily whether it be just going down to the store, someone ate the last of his ice-cream or if his internet is just a second to slow for his liking. He doesn't like to beat around the bush so he always likes to get straight to the point even if it may hurt someones feelings, which he obviously doesn't care about.
Though if you get past his rough exterior and actually give the time to get to know him, Sven will truly be a friend for life, he would do anything for his friends, he'd even kill someone if it meant keeping his friends safe.
(+ Milk Chocolate.
(+ People playing with his hair.
(+ Dogs, he's the kinda guy who would run across a busy street just to pet a dog.
(+ Red wine.
(+ Being and smelling clean
(- Getting Mistaken for a woman//SHOT
(- Dirty people
(- Cats, they always scratch him.
(- Not getting paid enough to put up with other peoples b*tching.
Being born and raised in Germany, Sven was the youngest out of 4 children. Being the youngest always meant he was always spoiled by his parents and 3 older sisters but it was mostly his father since he had always wanted a son.
Sven had always admired his fathers line of work but he himself didn't want to continue on the family business which of course crushed his father.
Sven was more into creative and historical arts. He loved learning how different cultures had there own definition of what what art was which he of course found rather funny. He studied as hard as he could and got the grades he had wanted but that wasn't enough for him, he wanted to do more.
With his parents permission Sven travelled to a handful of different countries to learn more about art and to see how he could improve his own.
He of course had to work to earn money in each country that he had visited, though he didn't really mind since he needed the money and didn't want to bother his parents with his money problems. So needless to say Sven often went a few days without food so he could pay for his rent and afford to pay his school bills.
Svens final destination was Japan which he of course saved for last. He was always interested in the Japanese arts and culture though to see the works in person was a completely different experience for him.
It was hard to find work in Japan as many wouldn't hire non-Japanese which he found understandable since it was hard to find work for anyone these days. He was lucky enough to get himself a job at a small cafe which he served coffee and cakes and he was even allowed to decorate the cakes. The customers that came in though were mostly school girls and it seemed that more of them kept coming in after he started working there, so needless to say he was rather close with his regulars and knew who to stay away from to avoid a butt rub.
Most of the regulars were rather annoying, but he was getting paid so he always acted as nicely to them as possible, even at times helping them with their language homework since most of his regulars were still at school.
He started to grow more worried however when the cafe kept getting over run by school girls every afternoon, he was only being nice because he was getting paid to be, why were these women so …. Desperate?
Word had travelled far and wide of a charming young German male working in a small cafe and this word had soon lead to a Young, British woman paying Sven a visit.
Sven was going to refuse the offer at first, he had enough of the constant visits from needy school girls who kept trying to get in his pants, but he needed the money and his current job wasn't paying him enough to be able to do what he wanted. He agreed and took the job after much thought, how bad could being a host be anyway?
He had no idea what his alias should be so he went up to some random girl and asked “What do you think the most common German name for a male is?” the answer he got was Ludwig, so he decided to use it as his alias.
Since he didn't want to be stuck wearing lederhosen for the rest of his hosting career, he decided to wear a somewhat military like uniform to make himself look strong.
Sven wears make up when he works, he has the darkest bags under his eyes that he hides them to make himself look presentable.
His natural hair colour was blond, but after getting it dyed so often and in such large amounts it started to slowly turn brown.
He only ties his hair up on his days off.
Only wears his big fancy jacket when he wants to show off.
Do not challenge him to a drinking competition, he can hold his alcohol REALLY well.
Will do almost anything for money, it all depends on how much you give him.
//Whispers// He's a virgin//SHOT
Can speak Japanese, Russian, Danish, French and German fluently, though he can also speak English its just not his strongest language.
Name: Hootan Veisi (Hoot)
Age: 73, appears to be in his early 20s
Shadow Manipulation: Hootan is able to craft himself any weapon he wishes out of shadows, the only problem with this is it also depends with the amount of shadows that are available to him in order to create something.
Night Vision: No matter how dark it may be, Hootan will always be able to see as if the lights never went out in the first place.
Dark Fire: A dark purple flame that is mostly used to keep enemies away, it doesn't servilely burn opponents but burns just enough to hurt and keep them at a safe distance. Hootan has control over who the flame will burn so allies are not injured by the flames.
Class: D Rank
Partner: Pom ( coffeetoy.deviantart.com/art/C… )
Occupation: Works part time at a book store.
Personality: |Rude | Proud | Nosey | Calm | Clean freak | Highly Organised | Caring (sometimes//SLAPPED) | Sadist|
Coming from a rather proud species it only makes sense that Hootan thinks highly of himself, maybe a bit to highly then he lets others let on. He is known to stick his nose in places where it doesn't belong so he can use information to his advantage, mostly using it for black mail.
Hootan is the biggest clean freak, he likes everything to be organised and spotless but if the tiniest thing is out of place he won't be able to sleep properly until it is taken care of.
He is able to keep a level head in certain situations, but once he's lost his cool, watch out.
If you can earn his trust he will be a friend for life, as long as you keep any sore spots out of his poking range, he will do everything in his power to look after you.
The sun, he gets sun burnt easily.
Loud obnoxious noises.
Being given an insult.
Getting questioned about his 'birth mark'.
Daevas were once proud and the most beautiful Mythos of light that have ever graced the earth. They had used their power only to benefit others and would try to bring more light into the world. This, however, did not last long as one started to use their power only for themselves, and when it starts with one, the rest follow. So upon using their power for selfish and dark purposes they were plunged into the darkness and cursed with a void like face to hide their beauty so they could be seen for what they truly were, ugly.
The once beautiful species were now nothing more then demons that craved the light, they would do anything for it even steal it from other living beings.
Hootan being born into this darkness his family had created form themselves and now him, he had no idea what it was like to be part of the light but all he knew was that he wanted it. Being born and raised in a more human environment he came to enjoy their company, however when he turned eighteen everything he knew changed.
On his eighteenth birthday Hootan and the rest of his family hunted for light together, which involved the slaughter of many people, however with his powers only just being developed and that he was still getting used to them, he just stood back and watched. He didn't know or understand what was going on and he had a feeling that he didn't want to. His parents were animals that mindlessly killed humans that he had learned to befriend after the first eighteen years of his life, this only made him more confused so he never participated in his parents activities as he saw humans as something more then just 'a source to get light'.
It wasn't long until Hootans parents were being hunted by the Chancel, and since he was always with them he to thought they were hunting him as well. Many times they had barely managed to slip away, they were hiding and running for what seemed like months, but of course their luck had to run out at some point. After running and barely escaping once more, Hootan found himself lost, his parents no where to be seen. He was alone.
He was told he had to grow up and leave eventually, but he was still so young, he was not expecting this to happen so soon. Seeking safety from his pressures he decided to blend in with the humans.
For many days he wondered the streets alone, hungry and scared, though in the end he was found by someone unexpected. Another Mythos, a former Seer who now lived among the humans, Isiah. He had found Hootan trying to seek shelter from the rain, when questioned Hootan was reluctant to tell him anything, however when he was offered hot food and a warm bed to sleep in he answered all the mans questions without a second thought. Feeling bad for the boy, Isiah decided to take Hootan in and he raised him like the son he always wished he could have had.
Raising the Daeva was hard to say the least since all he knew was how to injure people, which he had done to the man a quiet number of times, though what was probably the worst part of it was that Hootan enjoyed doing it. Though raising him wasn't all bad since everything Isiah told him was always something new and exciting.
The man owned a small book shop that was filled with all sorts of book so while Isiah worked his backside off, Hootan was usually hidden in a corner reading one of the many book the store had to offer.
Hootan had learned more from Isiah about the world then he ever did from his actual parents. The way his parents told him about the world was as if the world was full of nothing back darkness and rage, but what Isiah told him made him question what he was told. Maybe the world wasn't as dark as he first thought.
Hootan and Isiahs bond only grew over time to the point where Hootan started to call him father, which of course Isiah was thrilled about.
After much time thinking and pondering Hootan decided to join the Chancel in hopes of become a great Seer just like his father was, maybe even greater.
Though he did promise he would stop by to visit every so often to say hello and to also run the store so his father could have a break from work.
He has Germaphobia, he can't stand germs so he carries around all sorts of cleaning/germ killing products with him.
He is very self concious about the rather large 'birthmark' that's on his face when in his sealed form, not that he lets anyone know about it though.
When in his fated form he can choose to either have a human face or his 'void' face. He is not to fond of his void face so he tends to wear a mask that has a small opening so he can see out.
Hootan tries to make friends, but usually ends up feeling bad because he was being to rude and scared them away.
Surprisingly, he's a vegetarian, this is probably due to the fact that he freaked out after he found out what animal a steak is made out of and now refuses to eat meat.
He loves cows, they’re his favourite animal.