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[Other Characters]
Ampallang | Dermal | Combat Boots | Trenchcoat | Haberdasher | Mong | Nightshirt
[NPCs]
Veil | Tattoo | Tee

♦N a m e; Mong
♦A g e; Looks around 25, is actually Very Old™
♦G e n d e r; Male
♦H e i g h t; 5'9"
♦R a n k; (III) Archduke
♦W e a p o n; "Snaps", a Bladed Yo-Yo
♦P e r s o n a l i t y;
Compulsive Liar; The Jealous Type™; Faithless; Quick-Witted; Tenacious and Unrelenting; Social
Mong is a demon of many complexes and contradictions. Upfront, he's generally serving a smile and loves to chatter about things, but an insightful person can get the feeling that his words are littered with double entandre and a hint of "fuck, is he joking or serious??". He's known to skew facts for No Good Reason™ other than to see someone's reaction. Mong also holds absolutely no loyalties to anyone and often works in his own interest no matter who or what it is. If he benefits from it, you might confuse it for loyalty until things take a turn. Regardless, he tends to stick to things stubbornly and see them through to the end if it's interesting enough, and often has trouble letting go of things and people who have any kind of effect on his life.

♦A b o u t;
Being born in Eastern Hell is bad enough with the constant civil wars and general population of berserkers (with their shitty attitudes and hair-triggered tempers), but imagine doing so in a home where you are born somewhere in the middle of 8 sisters as the only son with a succubus mother who doesn't believe in birth control. Mix in the fact that you are also half berserker and there you have it. A recipe for success.
Mong (originally born by another name) grew up in the slummier parts of the main city, a shitty boy with no manners and only one (1) friend he'd known his entire conscious life, and that was a gift considering Fundoshi probably only started to tolerate him so he could make sure Mong didn't steal from his household. They enlisted in the armed forces together and rose though the ranks until Fundoshi was transferred to the Western sector of Hell. It upset him a little, but when he got his position as a replacement, he didn't mind so much anymore. Not until recently anyway. Well, he was kind of put on "leave" for a while.
He decided to move himself into Fundoshi's nice little apartment, traveling by foot after missing his bus, and forgetting his wallet in the oven, and the trains from Eastern Hell to Western Hell being blocked off for some dumb reason (Frock having a temper tantrum, probably). He's been downgraded in Rank after his transfer, but he's planning on having a grand old time here in Hell Corp.

♦E x t r a;
-Former soon current roommate/childhood buddy of "Tsundoshi"
-Says he hates getting his hands dirty, but does it all the time and does it well
-Fucks almost exclusively berserkers
-A total fucking weeaboo
-He has a pact with a human but he honestly looks so exhausted every time you bring it up, it's hard to ask.

Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt © Gainax
Art © Goddess-of-BUTTSECKS

Description

[Other Characters]
Ampallang | Dermal | Combat Boots | Trenchcoat | Haberdasher | Mong | Nightshirt
[NPCs]
Veil | Tattoo | Tee

♦N a m e; Mong
♦A g e; Looks around 25, is actually Very Old™
♦G e n d e r; Male
♦H e i g h t; 5'9"
♦R a n k; (III) Archduke
♦W e a p o n; "Snaps", a Bladed Yo-Yo
♦P e r s o n a l i t y;
Compulsive Liar; The Jealous Type™; Faithless; Quick-Witted; Tenacious and Unrelenting; Social
Mong is a demon of many complexes and contradictions. Upfront, he's generally serving a smile and loves to chatter about things, but an insightful person can get the feeling that his words are littered with double entandre and a hint of "fuck, is he joking or serious??". He's known to skew facts for No Good Reason™ other than to see someone's reaction. Mong also holds absolutely no loyalties to anyone and often works in his own interest no matter who or what it is. If he benefits from it, you might confuse it for loyalty until things take a turn. Regardless, he tends to stick to things stubbornly and see them through to the end if it's interesting enough, and often has trouble letting go of things and people who have any kind of effect on his life.

♦A b o u t;
Being born in Eastern Hell is bad enough with the constant civil wars and general population of berserkers (with their shitty attitudes and hair-triggered tempers), but imagine doing so in a home where you are born somewhere in the middle of 8 sisters as the only son with a succubus mother who doesn't believe in birth control. Mix in the fact that you are also half berserker and there you have it. A recipe for success.
Mong (originally born by another name) grew up in the slummier parts of the main city, a shitty boy with no manners and only one (1) friend he'd known his entire conscious life, and that was a gift considering Fundoshi probably only started to tolerate him so he could make sure Mong didn't steal from his household. They enlisted in the armed forces together and rose though the ranks until Fundoshi was transferred to the Western sector of Hell. It upset him a little, but when he got his position as a replacement, he didn't mind so much anymore. Not until recently anyway. Well, he was kind of put on "leave" for a while.
He decided to move himself into Fundoshi's nice little apartment, traveling by foot after missing his bus, and forgetting his wallet in the oven, and the trains from Eastern Hell to Western Hell being blocked off for some dumb reason (Frock having a temper tantrum, probably). He's been downgraded in Rank after his transfer, but he's planning on having a grand old time here in Hell Corp.

♦E x t r a;
-Former soon current roommate/childhood buddy of "Tsundoshi"
-Says he hates getting his hands dirty, but does it all the time and does it well
-Fucks almost exclusively berserkers
-A total fucking weeaboo
-He has a pact with a human but he honestly looks so exhausted every time you bring it up, it's hard to ask.

Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt © Gainax
Art © Goddess-of-BUTTSECKS