[Character Name] Mithos Yggdrasill.
[Canon] Tales of Symphonia.
[Point Taken from Canon] Right after Martel tells him to stop what he's been doing, but before the following fight with the protagonists.

[Age] Physically fourteen--over four thousand years old in actuality.
[Gender] Male.
[Sexual Orientation] I don't view him in being interested in ( Read more... )

I don't have time to waste on you.

[BEEP.]

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( This is the grand age I strive for. )

[Mithos had decided to investigate the piece of knife... however, it hadn't taken him very long to realize that getting too close to it was a bad idea. However, that energy...

There's more than one way to get the information he wanted, and someone foolish enough to help him. The call is made.]Lloyd? It's Mithos... I think there might be a way to ( Read more... )

[Mithos is definitely not aware that his Dreamberry is on yet. Some sounds of frantic searching can be heard before he even says anything:]

Genis?! Genis, why aren't you here?! Why...?!

Chosen--Zelos...!

Lloyd--he's--he's hurt. [It's WAY too obvious that the boy is sobbing and close to having a breakdown. He knows Zelos will blame him for this, he knew more than most what Mithos wanted to do to Lloyd himself, but--]

He was coming to meet me and he... he was--! [Another agonized sob, and it sounds like Mithos almost drops the ( Read more... )

Hey, Lloyd? It was your birthday earlier this month, right? I was wondering if we could... well. I'd like to make it up to you.

[That pit in his stomach is present again. Complete and utter loathing for himself rises and fills him with every word he speaks ( Read more... )

Warnings: Spoilers (most likely), fluff.
Effects: Conflicted emotions at first, followed by a feeling of prolonged loneliness being lifted, along with complete and total bliss.

( Mithos is not going to like dreaming about this. )

She's all that matters.