Cold, efficient, logical, Cogito leads Gemline with a levelled glare. He presents himself cleanly: well-kempt, nose upturned, hands linked behind his back, always looking down on his underlings with a sense of pride and place. This is his city, claimed from the ignorant claws of Narke and Ihalas, crafted into glittering perfection by his guiding hand.
So he says. But mention any of the gods still missing from its ranks, lost in the mortal world - or dare speak of Cleverly Clover, and Cogito's rational persona flies to the wayside, overcome by bitter rage, resentment, and a deeply-bruised ego that he can't seem to settle.
The undisputed master of mind-altering magic within Myrme, Cogito's prowess is to be feared. Though he claims to never use it for selfish gain, and wears gloves to symbolize his restraint, in reality he taps into it more often than not - tweaking memories, tweaking emotions, manipulating other people however he needs in order to remain at the top of the food chain.
But the cognitive dissonance never occurs to him. With his outward persona completely separated from his true self, Cogito genuinely believes in his own superiority, his generosity, and his compassion, all evidenced by how kindly he tends to Gemline. Isolation in his youth has shorn away at his sense of self, leaving behind just a desperate need to be attached to the hip of the one person who always cared for him - Cleverly.
Though he'd never admit it, all that he's done has been for Cleverly. Overthrowing Narke and Ihalas, overtaking Gemline, changing the city, becoming its ruler, and shedding the draconian rule that exiled Cleverly - all done in pursuit of returning his friend to his side.
But, it seems in the years it took for him to accomplish his goals, Cleverly has found new purpose, far from him in the land of mortals, fending off wars, indulging in petty politics. Though Cogito's rage and helplessness are agonizing to his psyche, the brief glimpses of regret and longing he sees in Cleverly's expression push him to insist, more, desperately, that his love return.
Race: Ant (Aner)
Spectrum: Lesser God
Birthday: Amari 3, 0
UNRESTFUL EVE I SIPPED ON LEAKS AND SAT IN THE ROOM, HAD A GRUDGE AND SHE KNOCKED TWICE AND WE GOT SILLY AND NO-ONE KNEW WHAT WOULD COME