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Dissaith name meaning: A day-dreamer and a hardworking person.

I'd like to get more use out of this character, as they certainly has potential, so let me know if you'd like to link them!

Name: Dissaith

Nickname(s): Airhead, Dreamer

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Pansexual

Age: Adult 

Height: 6'3"

Species: Wolf

Theme Song: I Know I'm a Wolf - Young Heretics

Personality: Soft. Resilient. Crafty. Three adjectives which somehow shouldn't come together into one being, but do. Dissaith is soft and caring towards those he knows, but exposes a completely different side of himself when threatened. He's not easily pushed around on his own, employing every trick and defense mechanism at his disposal to get out a sticky situation. But, he gives completely when someone he cares about is at risk. Such is why he works at The Facility. He's not stupid, not in the slightest-- at the time of his hiring he was misguided in his pursuit of greatness, eager to show off his greatness. But once the true colors of The Facility were revealed, he remained compliant only for the well-being of those he knew on the outside, those The Facility could take away at a moment's notice. In his prime, he had an ego as blazing as his peridot-green eyes. But with time, it would seem that his ego, as well as the brightness of his eyes, has faded. 

Abilities: Dissaith has magic. Not that he'd let others know what it is. For now, all the others know of his abilities is his quick-wit and unfathomable luck. At least, until he wishes to use his powers, that is.

Backstory: Dissaith was born on Dorizus, the same planet as The Facility. He had a happy upbringing, fighting with his siblings and being rather popular at school. He did well in his classes and even joined a few sports, soon proving himself advanced in both academic achievements and athletic prowess. Not only was he insanely talented, but he was also kind and helpful. He had a multitude of friends, many attracted to him like moths to a flame. Dissaith practically became the poster boy for his school, a model student in every sense of the world. His secret? His drive. Dissaith had a hunger within him that always pushed him to be the best. In sports, in school, in popularity. He masked his ego as passion and continued his climb to the top, the words of his peers chewing him on. Keep in mind, he was never "fake"-- he truly valued the friendships he made and the bonds he formed. But the rest was only a means to an end. To be the best in every endeavor he took on. That was his goal, and he pursued it like a lion does to a fleeting antelope.

Dissaith had no need for college. He was smart enough without it, that was apparent enough. He'd already procured a number of cushy job opportunities, employers scrambling to get ahold of a fraction of the greatness he radiated. He drifted around, picking and choosing which jobs were worth his time. He eventually chose one of the big-name corporations-- a well-known company on Dorizus that strove to improve technology regarding the artificial light that the planet thrived off of. The company had already established itself as a staple of the planet that wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, and so Dissaith found it to be the safest and most profitable choice. He worked there for a while, by no means uncomfortable. The check was nice, he was popular among his coworkers, and he could have anything he wanted as long as he asked politely. But it wasn't enough. Dissaith always wanted more. He'd kept his eyes open for any other job opportunities that came his way, so when the offer from The Facility came along, it was like a dream come true. A paycheck that was enough to make his mouth water. Benefits that far outshone the ones currently available to him. And better yet-- the ability to change the world. What The Facility offered was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do something truly great. Something that couldn't be found anywhere else. Dissaith allowed the roots of deceit to take their place in his mind, allow their whispers and promises of grandeur to sway him into making the worst decision of his life. In almost no time at all, Dissaith was lead to The Facility like a lamb to the slaughter.  

It didn't take long for him to realize he had been tricked. Dissaith was too valuable to keep as an intern, and thus was thrust into the horror that was The Facility with no warning. The shock of the first day alone nearly caused him to have a panic attack, and the only thing that kept him from absolutely losing it was knowing that cracking on the first day was the worst possible thing he could do. Like it or not, he had asked for this. Backing out now would not only endanger himself, but the family and friends he had left behind. The higher-ups had made that frighteningly clear. And so, Dissaith rode it out. He made it through his first day. Then his first week. Then his first month. It never truly got easier-- how could it? The knowledge that the ones he was experimenting on had once been normal members of society made him sick. These were once regular people, just like he was. They lived their lives not knowing fate would bring them here. And for what? For simply being different? For being born with oddities they could never hope to get rid of? When Dissaith recognized someone he had once gone to school with, he had to excuse himself to cry.

He hasn't been completely alone, however. Even if he absolutely hates his job, Dissaith isn't too bad at putting on a mask. Even in a place like this, he's popular. Well-liked. Appreciated. For him, it's not too hard to make friends. The ones who also don't want to be here are the ones he gravitates towards the most. They share soft stories, reminisce about their time before The Facility. The guards are all gruff and unapproachable, preferring to stay among their own. Any attempts to make conversation are met with withering glares. And the scientists that actually want to be there send shivers down Dissaith's spine. There's more of them than he'd like, but that's to be expected in a place like this. Whenever one approaches him with a friendly demeanor that is their own mask, Dissaith simply grins and bears it. Tolerates the interaction for as long as possible, then excuses himself in the name of work. There's never a dull moment within The Facility, never a time he can let his guard down. For the time being, Dissaith can handle it. Mask his true feelings and become the cold and uncaring scientist The Facility has always wanted him to be. But how long can that last?

Family: Two parents, as well as a number of siblings. Dissaith is frighteningly aware of the fact that any sort of noncompliance will lead to The Facility harming his kin. And so, he's cut off ties despite The Facility not explicitly stating that he has to do so, knowing that this will make The Facility less likely to hurt them... and that it will hurt less if they do.

Relationships (The Facility):

Somniphobia: One of Dissaith's closest companions within The Facility. Somniphobia has been dealt a cruel hand, in that he has been tasked to watch over a creatures that will most certainly kill him if he's lucky, and drive him insane in due time if he's not. Somniphobia carries about him a sulking demeanor at all times, a broken mind and wilted life. Dissaith has done his best to be nice to Somniphobia, even with the ridicule of his peers. He knows the lumbering dog appreciates whatever affection he is dealt, even if it is little, even if it is futile. Sometimes they'll sit together in the dark of night, Somniphobia whispering how he had no reason to work at The Facility. How his life was good enough, but that he'd always wanted more. That at first, he could bear hurting others as long as it kept him safe. But now, he had been lead to the devil's door, fated to endure a slow and torturous death as his mind unraveled at the seams. Dissaith would comfort him, relating to the experiences they shared and offering encouragement at the things he could not hope to know. When it eventually comes time for Somniphobia to meet his end, Dissaith wonders what he will do afterwards. 

Remi: One of the interns that Dissaith saw around a few times. He could immediately tell that the cat was like him, a young soul hoping for greatness but having no idea what trap he had walked into. Since Dissaith wasn't allowed to expose the true nature of The Facility to anyone who didn't know it yet, all he could do was be extra nice to the cat so that Remi knew he was someone he could talk to when he eventually found out the truth. But, Remi left as soon as he was given the chance, and Dissaith is torn between being happy that he got out when he could, and being disappointed that he lost out on a possible friend. 

Mlem: Dissaith's cat. That's it. It glows in the dark, a neat little fact that Dissaith didn't find out until after adopting the thing. Is named for it's constant habit of licking it's paw, or just licking the air in general. For all his academic prowess, Dissaith is shit at naming things. Mlem currently lives at The Facility, since there was no way Dissaith was leaving his beloved pet behind. It sometimes undergoes experiments since nobody knows how or why it glows, but they are all non-invasive and not at all stressful for Mlem. He even gets a treat afterwards! Dissaith is relieved that, for all the bad things The Facility does, nobody is willing to do the same to a harmless cat.

Lemme know if you want me to add another relationship here or something.