>General characteristics<
Name:
Tiresias like the prophet.
Tiresias Lafayette.
Nickname:
Ty, Little Terror, LT.
Age:
29.
Gender:
Couldn’t you tell from the bone structure?
Male.
Race:
You got a bone to pick with me?
Magical Skeleton.
Sexuality:
Meh. Meh?
Bisexual asexual, so, yeah, meh.
>Personality<
Personality:
I’ve been called trouble.
Tiresias is cunning, a quick thinker, and his boredom is dangerous for anyone in the castle. He is a magical scientist that enjoys figuring out why casting times and magical ability vary widely from person to person and from species to species. When he isn’t observing and recording different forms of magic, he watches people and tries to figure out what makes them tick. He sets up experiments when he gets bored, designed to test what people are afraid of. Leave him alone and bored for a day and the castle could very well prove to be haunted by a skeleton and his army of illusions.
He’s a very relaxed guy when he isn’t ignoring his own health and going on week long binges of pure production and scientific study and subsequently crashing under his desk in the lab. While he is polite, friendly, and all that other crap, he doesn’t trust people farther than he can throw them. And considering that he’s a caffeine fueled heap of nerdy bones without much in the way of muscles, throwing people just isn’t his forte. Maybe a half carry, half drag, but throwing? Nope.
His humor is terrible. So terrible that people can’t help but snort and roll their eyes. His jokes are bad and he knows it, and everyone knows it too, he can’t help but laugh and they can’t help but laugh and it’s funny as hell.
Likes:
Telling bad jokes, studying the nature of magic, figuring out people, playing semi harmless pranks that totally don’t scare the people he lives with.
Dislikes:
Rudeness, cursing, waiting in line, physical contact, being questioned.
>Physical Appearance<
Height:
The jokes always come up short.
5’4”
Hair:
I think this paperwork is biased.
None.
Eyes:
Eyelights, thank you very much.
The left is multicolored, glowing blue in the center with a light purple ring, while the right glows a calm white. The size of them and their amount of glow depends on his mood. Sometimes they black out entirely, but you really shouldn’t stick around when it happens.
Distinguishing marks:
This is starting to seem incriminating.
One of his secondary front teeth is chipped, and there is a crack in the malleable bones that make up his lips in that area as well.
Fashion Style:
Tacky. He knows it is. But he finds it funny as hell. While he’s seldom seen without his pinkish purplish that darkens to black at the bottom fur lined jacket, he’s been known to wear white Hawaiian tees with pink palm trees or purple and blue sailboats, paired with black cargo pants or even pajama bottoms. But whatever he wears is guaranteed to have hidden pockets everywhere. On special occasions he dons a suit jacket and a black tshirt with a skeleton print on it, along with a clip on pink bow tie.
>History<
You’re gonna end up finding out anyways, right?
Tiresias came from a strong, well-off family. His dad, Tiberius Lafayette, was a lead researcher in the study of magic efficiency, and a highly skilled portal caster. Mamma Faye was everything and more. She worked as an advisor for a bunch of big companies, using her psychic abilities to keep everything running smoothly. One of the big things that she told him when he was a kid, other than ‘don’t even think about pranking your father’, was never to abuse his gifts.
Other gems of wisdom were shared as well. Do no harm. Stay humble. Give respect and get respect in return. Of course, they’d lived in a small town that was mostly made up of magical skeletons back then. Dad took a portal to the city for work every single morning at six and came home during the wee hours of the morning. Tiresias tried to stay up for him a few times, but it ultimately ended in failure. Mamma left for thecommute at nine and was back home by seven at the latest. Then, about when he turned ten, Mamma stopped going to work.
She said that she’d worked long enough. He didn’t have to read her mind to know that she was lying. Over the course of the year, her bones started to turn slightly grey, and her eyelights began to dim out. Moving around the house became an effort for her. Then one day, her eyelights went out and she fell down.
She, uh, didn’t get back up.
Tiresias moved to the city with his dad after her funeral. Culture shock was an understatement. People gave him weird looks when he walked to school that first day, muttering and whispering about a skeleton running around in the streets. The police officers he passed even looked at him weird. Were his eyelights dim enough that they thought he was an undead? Did they even know how to tell the difference? He hadn’t seen any other magical skeleton on the streets, maybe dad and him were the only ones who actually lived in the city? Were magical skeletons considered a minority? Stars, he just wanted to be home with Mamma.
Things didn’t get better at school. When he was walking home, he got jumped by some of the bigger kids. One of them chipped his tooth, and when he hit the ground the others started kicking at him. They scattered when a cop showed up to break up the fight. The cop was nice, didn’t get spooked by the skeleton. Just a kind soul looking out for a kid in bad shape. He must’ve taken a pretty good hit to the skull, because after that he didn’t hear Mamma’s voice in the back of his head telling him to be good. Something a bit more than bone snapped that day.
He hit the books hard. Started skipping grades because he just didn’t want to be there anymore. Casted an illusion around himself so that he could pull out his phone and google answers he didn’t know on tests. He started pranking the people who gave him weird looks, learned to be quick to not get hit. Evolved into the stupidly smart class clown and troublemaker. He tapped into his fonts hard, figured out how to scare off the people that he couldn’t stand up to in a fight.
His dad took off of work in order to attend his graduation. Turns out becoming an evil genius is enough to get noticed by the guy who was supposed to take care of you. Tiresias couldn’t hold it against him, Mamma didn’t exactly leave a manual on how to take care of the son that they called Little Terror for the early half of his life. What she did leave was a hand stitched jacket with the family badge shining on the front, with a note that always makes him cry when he reads it.
He started working at his dad’s lab while he also went to college. No pranking during science time. The two of them got along better when they were casually conversing in scientific terms. While Tiresias was out taking a final, something went wrong at the lab. A portal became unstable, dad got hit by one of the impulses and cracked his skull open against the metal wall he was thrown against. Death was instant.
Tiresias was left to pick up the pieces. Started working full time at the lab translating a lot of his dad’s theoretical work to the lab assistants, since no one except him could make out his dad’s terrible handwriting. Then he hit his fuck it point, took a day off, and went to volunteer at an animal shelter.
Then the parrot incident happened.
All it took was a parrot to tell him that he was being a lonely fucking idiot for him to take Steve the parrot home to the apartment. Then the parrot said he didn’t look happy, said that home was supposed to be happy, and kept asking why this was home. The skeleton realized he didn’t have a good answer for that. And that was how Steve the potty mouthed parrot convinced him to move to a new country and go live in a castle where he can study magic up close and personal and just be happy again.
>Miscellaneous<
Voice:
Nolan North as Nathan Drake.
Theme song:
Pets:
The potty mouth that’s throwing a tantrum in the corner.
An African Grey Parrot named Steve. It handles the fowl language for him and has a habit of questioning his scientific rationale.
Magic:
Tiresias deals in illusions, and has a strong talent for it. Mind tricks and slight of hand is subpar to what he can do when he puts his mind to it. Auditory hallucinations? Thought you saw something move? Something just crawled up your leg? Chill running up your spine?
Human Illusion Form:
When he doesn't want to gain attention, he conjures up an illusion around himself, giving him a human-enough appearance. He can also conjure up the illusion of physical contact if someone were to touch this form.