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Character The Corinthian
Series: The Sandman and spinoffs
Character Age: Looks about 25-30, but has been around for far longer.
Job: Trunk Inspector
Canon: Neil Gaiman's The Sandman follows its titular character through time, space, dreams, friendships, enemyships and despairs. He goes by many names, The Sandman, Morpheus, the Lord Shaper -- in other words, he is the embodiment of Dream, and has six siblings who embody other traits (Desire, Despair, Death, Destiny, Destruction and Delirium). Within Dream's realm, which is shockingly called "The Dreaming", there are all sorts of creatures and shades that a person might see while half awake -- and if they're lucky, never while fully awake because no Dreaming is whole without a few nightmares.
The Corinthian is one such nightmare. At first glance one might find him a relatively well spoken, charming man with a hint of charisma and a broad smile. Spend a little more time with him, and the smile might get a bit sharper, his words carry a bit more hidden threat and it's pretty odd that he wears his sunglasses all the time. And, if you're very lucky, you'll not get to know him any better. Because underneath that façade is a serial killer that has garnished the admiration of many of his peers. His signature is cutting out (and eating) the eyes of his young male victims, and he's been known to be proficient in tying them up and storing them as well. Don't look too worried, he's not a cannibal, after all! Just a nightmare with somewhat. . . specific tastes.
Sample App:
How are you, gentlemen? Quite the pleasant night we're having, isn't it? Well, I suppose it is a bit rrragh inducing, the weather's been hotter than normal - but down in these parts shouldn't you be used to this sort of thing? You wouldn't call me a local by any means, but I've spent some time down here before. A little get-together with friends, you know? Perfectly legit and all, but a little special interest, so don't mind if I leave out the details.
Now, usually I don't do favors for women - even ones as overbearingly pleasant as your Miss Elizabeth Sayre, but the way she framed her request was too delicious to pass up. The job title is something like "Trunk Inspector", but since this old Buick seems to be the only car around I might have to pick up a few hobbies to keep me busy. Though this probably used to be a nice car, Buick Roadmaster. There's some famous book about a car like this, ever read it? Something about a haunted car that kills people. Couldn't have been very good.
Righto, so I guess I'll get to examining. It'd be nice if you could keep your hands to yourself - not that I don't appreciate a bit of help now and then, but you're leaving smudges. See, this here is a pretty good sized truck, bit of a curved interior and some padding. It hasn't got a spare tire bunk, but there's enough room for some good sized luggage. Or, say, a young man about five foot six, curled up on his side or so. He'd fit in here real nice. Not that I spend time stuffing young men into the trunks of cars or anything, that's a little ridiculous, isn't it?
I said to keep your hands to yourself. I'm not usually into the undead type, there's something really tacky about 'em, they kind of stick to your teeth, you know? Yeah, I'm addressing you, with the off-green rot-colored eyes. Now your friend there, I'm sure he was a looker when he was alive. Don't usually think brown's a nice color, but with eyes like that on a corpse, can't even imagine what they'd be like before they filmed over.
All right, job done, what's next? Campers? Sounds good to me, I'd like to see some of them, if you don't mind.
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