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CHARACTER
» Name: Mephisto Pheles
» Fandom: Ao no Exorcist / Blue Exorcist
» Reference: http://aonoexorcist.wikia.com/wiki/Mephisto_Pheles
» Canon Point: After Chapter 16
» Gender: Male
» Age: Unknown; over 200 years (the length of time he's spent serving True Cross Academy). Appears to be mid-30s.
» Orientation: Unknown. He hasn't been shown expressing any sort of sexual or romantic interest in anyone in canon; the only thing we have to go on is an aside comment to Rin that he, too, enjoys the "devilish woman" type-- so presumably he at least has some interest in women.
» Personality:
In two words, eccentric and ambiguous.
There is plenty to be said about the way Mephisto Pheles presents himself, but if you've ever laid eyes on him, it goes without saying. The bizarre, showy way he dresses makes it look as if he's cosplaying at all times (and, given that he is, in fact, a ridiculous otaku, that may very well be the case). He loves personalizing things and showing off; he has an enormous pink limousine that he gets chauffered around in, has his "own" shade of pink that he got his video game controller custom made in, and he even has his own theme park-- and the theme is him. Mephyland is full of statues of him, and hot air balloons that look like his head, and a roller coaster called GO TO HELL with his caricature as the logo, and even MEPHYPOTATO fry vendors. He carries around a pink parasol with a handle made to look like an ice cream cone, and sometimes floats around in a fancy chair just for kicks. And when he does any sort of transformation -- whether he's turning into a small lapdog or just changing his clothes -- he always does it in a puff of purple smoke and sparkle.
He's extravagant in pretty much every way, at least as far as he himself is concerned. His residence is lavishly decorated, his china in beautiful floral patterns; he'll even refer to himself as "the rich chairman". When it comes to others, however, he's much stingier-- when it's time for a great congratulatory celebration for his students, the rich chairman treats them all to... the cheapest fucking food possible.
He is also, however... kind of a weeaboo. He isn't Japanese himself, but is in love with its pop culture, and more often than not, those fancy champagne glasses he loves to display are actually holding a bunch of pocky sticks for him to snack on while he stays up all night playing video games in his yukata (with the word "yukata" in an all-over print). He lists his favorite food as "junk food" (and apparently is fond of bacon and cheese mochi... what even) and gets only one hour of sleep per night; the desk where he does his work as chairman of True Cross Academy is decorated with figurines and models, and his pink cell phone is weighed down by a cluster of cutesy phone straps (including one that appears to be a dragonball).
He has an easygoing (or maybe just lazy) demeanor for the most part (unless OH MY GOD DON'T TAKE HIS FAVORITE MOCHI or OH MY GOD DON'T PUT HIS SPECIAL CONTROLLER IN YOUR MOUTH), with a sort of constant vague amusement (and a little bit of superiority -- he rebukes Rin for not using an honorific with his name, even as he's sitting in Rin's lap in dog form), and he makes a lot of flippant comments, treats things as games.
Though maybe that's because they are.
Everything is such a show with him in public, so unpredictable and ridiculous, that it's difficult to discern what his real feelings (assuming he's even capable of feelings) and motives are. Shirou Fujimoto, Rin and Yukio's father and the last Paladin of the True Cross Order, considered Mephisto his best friend, and the two of them supposedly planned to train Rin to become a weapon against Satan; this is what Mephisto openly states his goal is -- once the Vatican finally finds out he's been hiding Rin without informing them, that is.
The reason why he wants to defeat Satan is still unclear, though, and as noble a goal as it should sound, there are people who are suspicious of him, who seem to know something more about his true nature-- Shura describes him as manipulating everyone like pawns on a chessboard, and Arthur (though a total douchebag himself) remarks what a dangerous smoothtalking charlatan he is, winning everyone over at his trial with a grand speech about his plans for Rin.
And indeed, in more private interactions, there is something a little unsettling about him. Particularly with his younger brother, Amaimon, that calm demeanor comes off as cold and detached, a little like a master dealing with his dog -- instructing Amaimon that he will do as he tells him, threatening him with violence (or death) if he acts out of line (but privately chuckling at that naughty little brother of his). It's also shown that he's actually in contact with Satan, if not directly; Amaimon refers to returning to Satan as "going home" to their father, implying that Mephisto is still welcome there.
It leads one to wonder just what his relationship with Shirou really was. Shirou was not a naive person; he knew he was dealing with a son of Satan and almost certainly knew what Mephisto was really like and really wanted. But whatever he saw, he trusted him enough to leave his beloved sons in his care, now raising doubt on the other hand about whether Mephisto could really be as sinister a character as his name would imply.
So, in short-- A mystery wrapped in an enigma soaked in Ramune with polka dots and sprinkles on top.
That might be poisoned.
» Appearance: Every bit as eccentric as his personality.
Physically, he stands tall at nearly 6'5", and that's one of the less striking things about his appearance. His hair is pale at the roots and fades to a dark blue, a blue which matches his pointed goatee -- and at the top of his head is the most intense fucking ahoge ever, a lock over a foot tall that curls into a strange spiral. He has fangs on both the top and bottom rows of teeth, and pointed ears; and his lime green eyes are never without heavy black circles underneath (perhaps a result of that nightly one hour of sleep). He also has a long tail with a tuft at the end, a little like a lion's, but as a proper gentledemon, he's always kept it perfectly hidden.
(As a note-- I'm assuming it's all right to keep his physical demonic characteristics like the elvish ears and the tail (though obviously not his powers)? They're pretty minor, and no one in canon has actually commented on his ears or fangs... for some reason...)
And as for his clothes, he's very partial to pink ("Mephisto pink" is his trademark color) and whimsical style-- his jacket has little cloud-like swirls on the cuffs and lapels, and he always wears a pink ascot with large white polka dots, even with his Order uniform and even around his neck as a dog. He also wears pink vertically striped tights, purple gloves, a white top hat, and a cape.
It is intense.
And in his downtime at home, he relaxes in yukata with very straightforward prints on them-- either the word "demon" or just "YUKATA" (seriously).
» Suitability: n/a
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:
My, my, I seem to have gotten myself thoroughly lost! And in an utter dead zone, too!
[he holds up a pink cell phone with charms and straps dangling from it and jingling; he's well aware that this is much more than a simple lack of reception, but he plays up the wonder just the same.]
How fortunate that it's such an interesting place I've stumbled upon. And with such a colorful cast of characters, at that. What a memorable surprise vacation this will be!
Though I don't suppose they'll be airing the finale of Magical☆Motoko tonight here~?
» "amatomneslogs" Entry:
It was a mild disappointment to wake up and discover that the trio of seductive red-lipped women had only been a dream; a surprise to realize that he'd been asleep long enough to have even entered the REM stage; a far greater surprise to realize that the room in which he'd been sleeping was most certainly not his own. And as for the state he was in--
Well, well.
All terribly curious, and while he raised his eyebrows in vague amusement as he gingerly lifted the sheet to check himself (he was, indeed, quite naked!), there was a certain annoyance there as well, if not distress. My, how had all this been managed? He wasn't quite so full of himself as to pretend it was impossible to catch him off guard -- why, he'd even taken that unexpected punch to the face just the other day! -- but to have gotten him into a situation of which he was completely unaware?
Playing the gamemaster was something not just anyone could do.
He picked up his phone from where it had been conveniently placed on the nightstand, used its camera as a mirror to briefly check his appearance (oh, not completely naked after all-- the pink polka dotted dog collar with the little enamel bone was both stylish and clever, he thought with some appreciation), and--
Not a single bar, though he supposed that was to be expected.
Letting out a sigh and slumping down under the sheets a bit, he looked back to the nightstand -- what was that that his fingers had brushed against a moment ago? -- and picked up the unfamiliar device he found there.
Oh, well. This seemed more promising.
But--
It could wait until he'd seen what amenities there were to be taken advantage of. He was terribly hungry, after all, and the packaged snacks that he usually kept in his nightstand certainly wouldn't be there for him now.
He kicked the sheets back off and stood, the tall curl of hair atop his head bouncing like a spring along with his movement, and after a quick stretch (my, it felt like he'd had a workout), snapped his fingers to make himself decent.
Except that he was still naked, still in need of a bath, and his clothes still laid folded on the end of his bed.
Well, perhaps that was a fluke. Another try, this time while giving the garments a glare -- and still, they laid there.
--Perhaps the powers of Satan were weakened here, then; perhaps a trick without the added power of spoken word wasn't enough. He could try something else, then; a transfiguration trick that had never failed him-- and would have the added bonus of letting him avoid wasting time with clothes and hygiene altogether!
"Eins, zwei, drei~☆!"
--but nothing happened, and he still stood there naked in the middle of the room, and very much not a dog.
...Oh dear. Another sigh, and he ran a hand through his hair, rubbed at his temple-- Perhaps this was to be a bit more of a problem than he'd bargained for.
And perhaps he'd have to be just a little less forgiving to his mysterious captor.