Mercury

name :: Mercury
date of birth :: n.a.
physical age :: 18
actual age :: centuries
species :: vampire
gender :: male
sexuality :: whatever
occupation :: Guardian of Vanaheim, Messenger, Commander of Peace
residence :: Mother's Mountains, Vanaheim

outside
Mercury can be described as average height with a slim body. The most prominent feature is his white eye, to most known as heterochromia, but seen as a birth defect by his former village. He carries it with pride. His black hair is usually combed nicely to the side and it seems he tries to make an effort on his appearance. The young vampire stands out from the rest of the guardians, being the youngest of the five, he seems to have to make the least effort to try to fit into the current world.

Inside
‘And last is Mercury,’ his voice sounds, pulling your gaze away from Juno. Your eye falls upon an interesting looking man. As he looks at you, you notice his one white eye. He seems to look straight into your soul as a smile creeps onto his face. ‘He’s the Commander of Peace,’ you get told. You raise a brow. Truly? ‘He’s our official contact with the outside world, so your best bet if you have anything you want off your mind,’ he comments. You nod slowly. Mercury, huh? “So, if I want to know about their history…” you softly note to yourself. He laughs. ‘Yes, but beware,’ he warns you, ‘he’s called the trickster for a reason. He’ll tell you two truths and a lie, expecting you to find out what’s what.’ A trickster? He doesn’t seem too intimidating… Maybe it’s worth a shot.

‘He seems different,’ you note as you look at the boy again. The man besides you nods. ‘He used to be one of us, used to be a commoner. As far as the story goes, he was cast out because of his looks. He found his peace here.’ You look at Mercury again, he seems to laugh at something, though his smile seems to be genuine, you can guess that he tries to hide as much as you can with a smile. He at least looks like one of the most approachable ones.