The Relentess Crusader...

From the day the Gods sprung him into existence, Cruciato periceived his existence with a perstine sense of purpose. Perstine, in the sense that the ends are suitable for the purpose of himself and his Gods. The Gods desire protection, and as such he is able to destroy whatever he sees fit to destroy. As longs as the ends justify the means, he is noble and righteous in his cause. Despite being so keen on the destruction of threads, perceived or otherwise. Cruciato is not without his manners and understanding of the world around him, and those that he keeps in his company. Well... As understanding as one can be. Where he excels in combat and calculation, he seems to lack socially. To him, socializing is much like combat. A careful dance of tongue and intellect. As gifted as he is in regards to intellect, he has much to learn in the ways of an elegant tongue.

Dispostion aside, he is far more known for his appearance than his peculiar behaviors. Adorned in light colors, and softly colored as he is. Despite himself, he could very well be considered beautiful. His posture and prowess are that of a dignifed and well trained warrior, radiating the utmost care and respect for what it is he does. This purpose of his is, in a sense, tangible to him. Even if his eyes can not properly perceive it, this objective and goal is something he can feel with his hands and feet. Weighing upon his shoulders and grasping at his ribs, keeping him upright yet grounded. Cruciato is a creature of his people and the Gods, but most of all... Cruciato is a creature of habit and conquest. For his people, his friends, his allies and his Gods, he is willing and more than happy to strike down any and everyone in his path.

Cruciato, having been diligent in his conquest of all those who seek to bring him and his people harm. He has been given the role of Captain, leading the elite guard within the fortress of White Castle. Being one of the first warriors to take the head of an enemy, a large and menacing McDemon. Such feats and many others have allowed him more than just power, but the honorary title of "Daddy". A name given to only the most diligent and resilient of his kind. His resolve unwavering and his temper with the enemy extremely short, he is content in his way of living and his happy to serve.

Whenever he is able to take leave for a period of time, he indulges what few companions he has in limited civilities. Though, this crusader seems to have the oddest affinity in finding things that he can use as a weapon. Any sort of item that stabs, cuts, splays and eviscerates is very much to his liking. That, and testing to see how well it works.