"Pluto" for short. His friends call him Matt. (Not Mango, where did you get that idea?!)
A rich brat who doesn't connect to others well, but he's trying his best. He's in loooooooooove with a certain someone who doesn't even remember him.
(Yet.)
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An exceedingly lucky stygian who's somewhat haughty and aloof, secure in (or, rather, resigned to) the knowledge that he's lucky, and rich. Concerned about his public image. Well-meaning, but his real priorities sometimes end up being a bit misguided and sometimes contradictory. Generous and doting to his friends, and much more... absent-minded towards everyone else. Easily riled up, especially when it comes to morbid jokes. He's staggeringly honest, mostly out of conscience. He balances an extreme lucky streak with an endless terror that it wont be enough to save the people they love so like you know. Fun times.
Name: Matthias Plutarch Silverstein |
Nightmare of: Sacrificing what's important to you for something that never really mattered. |
Title: Ultimate Luckster |
Occupation: Scion
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Personality Traits: Quite rigid in his beliefs, and enjoys routine and being collected. Quite aloof, but secretly very caring, and tends to get upset easily. A traditionalist and a worrier who sticks to the status quo, usually.
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Likes: Money, compliments, pastries, sunrises and Sunday afternoons. Organising things. Honesty.
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Dislikes: Mangos, getting attached to too many people, lies and half-heartedness, people joking about dying/people disappearing suddenly.
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Strengths: Extreme luck, but focused solely on himself. Extensive wealth. Blindingly honest. Competent cook, competent housekeeper. Somehow.
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Weaknesses: Extreme luck, but focused solely on himself. Managed to find out the existence of half-truths like, last Tuesday.
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Alignment: Lawful Neutral
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