Name: Jyan
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown/Demi-God?
Alliance: With Gertrude
Rank: Second in Command
Armor: The Chimera
Appearance:
Personality: Though not quite as twisted and slightly less insane than his Boss, Jyan could still possibly call a pysch-ward home. A cruel fighter and a level-headed thinker, Jyan is an expert when it comes to battle strategy. Usually calm and unfazed by very much going on around him, he easily tolerates his Master's psychotic ways. It's quite amusing, really.
Powers/Skills: Stealth, infiltration, combat planning, sword technique, and insta-healing.
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Just like the ever-faithful second in command that he was, Jyan always stuck close to his leader. He stood silently outside the door while Gertrude had his was with his dinner. Jyan, personally, preferred the taste of the meat from beasts, lizards in particular. He found humans far too revolting to ingest. How in the world could you tell where those things might have been? Gertrude enjoyed them immensely, however.
To each his own, he supposed.
When his superior called to him, Jyan entered the room without delay and approached the annoyed man before him. He shut his eyes and gave a repectful bow. "Yes? What can I do for you?" he asked in his usual soft-spoken manner. This was a dangerous question, to say the least.
Still, Jyan's sadistic side couldn't help be extremely curious.