Grizzled barkeeper- Mitton Ildten

NAME: Mitton Ildten

AGE: 11 sweeps

GENDER: Male

BLOOD COLOR: Blueblood

POWERS: He is extremely heat and fire resistant, meaning he can set himself on fire without feeling much. His gang foynd out about the ability, when they accidentally hit him with a molotov.
TROLLIAN HANDLE: molotovSandal

HEIGHT: 1,51 m

LUSUS: A Moosebear (???)

STRIFE SPECIBUS: MolotovCocktailkind and Sandalkind

TYPING QUIRK: He uses lots of emojis, otherwise he has a very clear vocabulary.

PERSONALITY: He has a very calm personality, actually sometimes seeming a bit cold. But when Mitton gets pushed to his limit, something in him snaps, and he'll be grabbing anything near him to throw at others. Commonly he would quickly make a Molotov cocktail, but due to how many times he has destroyed parts of the bar, he uses his sandals instead (only indoors). He has the tendency of rambling about all the crazy things he had done in his "youth", but he never explicitly tells what he has done, as he fears that it might cause his own culling. He often can seem intimidating, but truly is a dork.
He often gets paranoid around people which he has known for a long time, usually because he suspects them of being a spy. He sometimes goes through depressive periods, where he starts doubting everyone.
He is secretly a masochist, mostly because his pleasere comes from the adrenaline rush he gets from pain, he tries not to be obvious about it.

DISLIKES: Hooligans wrecking his bar. Shaving. Being cornered into doing things. Spies. The Fleet

-QUADRANTS-:
Mitton has open quadrants

Moirail: Open
Matesprite: Open
Kismet: Open
Auspestice: Open

BIO:
Mitton was mostly raised in isolation by his lusii, but later on ran away from his lusii and into the city. Mitton not used to the city, got cornered into joining a group of hooligan rebels. Mitton spend most of his youth vandalizing and throwing Molotov cocktails, mostly targeting seadwellers and royals.
Later on Mitton left the group, he decided that he no longer wanted anything with that group. He started opening up bars, and whenever his former gangmates or friends of those who were victims of the hooligan attacks, he would move his bar, sometimes he would open it in other cities, sometimes he would jump ship.
Sometimes he would form relationships with the dancers at his bar(s), but often paranoia would catch up to him, and he would start suspecting them of being spies. Sometimes his doubts were correct, sometimes not. Sometimes he would cull them without even knowing whether he was being spyed on. He has a crate with the dresses of the dancers.
In the end he got cornered by the matesprite of one of the victims and was culled.

Occupation: Barkeeper/bouncer
State: Revived
Ship: Dominion

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