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Rather tall, Athanasius is a face that cannot be forgotten. He tends to have a smile upon his lips, soft and lingering, yet it does not always quite meet his eyes more so than it seems to be a common habit. His eyes are a blue similar to the cerulean waters of the sea -- crystal clear in their clarity as if he can look into your very soul and know you. He often wears dark clothing, a suit in particular, and always black gloves to cover his hands. If anything, you are lucky to catch a glimpse of any skin aside from his neck and face. His grey hair is long, often worn in a ponytail, slender like a cat's tail as it drifts down the span of his back.
Polite on the surface, teasing underneath. Athanasius appears the very picture of a proper, mannerly individual upon first meeting. He always aims to ensure the comfort of others, and yet, at the same time, one would almost think that he is playing a role more so than actually caring. Sometimes one has to listen, truly listen, to hear what is actually being spoken beneath his words as he loves to say one thing and mean another. Wordplay is his favorite past time, and as a result, anyone who can match wits with him tends to earn genuine intrigue. Athanasius is not an easy individual to read, primarily because he keeps most of his emotions close to his heart and nowhere on his sleeve. Thus, to most, it is impossible to 'ruffle his feathers'. In actuality, though, he feels quite a bit beneath that pleasant smile and seemingly composed disposition.
An Arbiter to a god of death, his role was to ensure that all beings, gods included, met their end as intended. Souls that came back from the dead must be laid to rest, entities that became twisted in their rage and hunger for life must be purified and allowed to return to that gentle flow of souls -- merging with that sea and preparing for rebirth when their time came as all things must. He had seen countless individuals perish over his many, many years, and in that span of time, has come to view all life as one in the same. A god is but another life, though when a god dies, they do not become reborn in the same sense as others. They return to nature, becoming one with that until their name fades from the lips of mortals. Although he has participated in battle in his more 'youthful' days, he took no joy in it, deeming it all as pointless.
Right now, he merely assists those that need him, opting to pretend to be a normal man going about his day, doing the most mundane of things like buying himself a cup of coffee from his favored shops, and blending in with the scenery. As an Arbiter looks no different from any other mortal save for their inability to age, he often moves from one place to another after a certain span of time. However, in the meantime, he has proven to be a brilliant mage and exorcist, reputation often renowned in the places he inhabits. If someone has issues with wicked entities or they are afraid a spirit lingers in their home, he will go and tend to their concerns and see that such a being is removed or guided towards the light they either fear or cannot find.
- Likes his coffee particularly sweet. Can one call it coffee anymore at that point?
- When he was 'younger', he was far more emotional, outwardly stating his displeasure for the things he would see around him and fearless with his beliefs. With age, he has mellowed out considerably...but is no less sharp-tongued.
- Finds death from old age to be beautiful and deaths from murder to be grotesque. He wishes that all creatures could close their eyes, lie down, and take a gentle breath before fading away. Alas...that is not how the world works.
- Buy him cheesecake with glazed cherries on top and he will love you forever.
- Even among the Arbiters that are left, his magic is considered most powerful.
