BRINK: Eiffel

" Wow . Nice shirt . But you know who it ' d look better on ... ? No really , take a wild guess . "

blunt | superiority complex | smug | socially inept | expensive tastes | a little shy | ...*tries* to be supportive | introverted | lax | would-be leader

Soft eyes. A gentle smile. A warm, welcoming aura surrounds Eiffel both in and out of school ... it's a shame his complete lack of decency ruins the picture.

For some reason or another, Eiffel has the tendency to lavish himself - though whether this is on purpose or just habitual, no one's quite sure. He'll find a way to have trumpet fanfare playing behind him as he walks down the hall, pull steamed lobster and candles out of his bag for lunch, and even occasionally be seen having a spa day in the middle of class. Regardless of circumstance, he seems constantly determined to enjoy himself.

Although he frequently assumes a role of leadership (out of perhaps vanity alone), his ineptitude at listening and/or considering the feelings or opinions of others often lands him in tough spots. He rarely takes the blame for such situations himself, which only lands him in more hot water, and from the frying pan to the fire, from the fire to the furnace, from the furnace to the seventh level of hell, etc.

That said, he's not easily concerned with the affairs of others and is rarely phased by negative opinions, but is at least remotely aware of his tendency to speak before thinking, and does make some sort of attempt to be more hospitable. He seems interested in making friends, but his ideas of friendship start and end with stating that someone's clothes look mediocre. Maybe a little above mediocre. And though he frequently wears a smug grin, a genuine nice-to-meet-you smile looks like it could crack his face in half ... he seems to get a little shy if pushed to express his feelings.

" It ' s not a good look to hate me just because I ' m incredibly successful and everyone loves me . "

When Eiffel T. Whithaus was the ripe age of five, his super-model father and fashion-genius mother were both killed in what was later called The Greatest Tragedy of All Time Ever. As they were driving home one Holiday Eve, with a carriage full of gifts for their son, they made a sharp turn to avoid hitting a cat and careened off the side of a cliff. Their carriage crashed into a boat which crashed into a larger boat which crashed into a sea monster which crashed into a mountain. They died instantly. While Eiffel mourned the sudden passing of his beloved guardians, the world had a harsher lesson for him to learn. Having just graduated preschool at the top of his class with high honours and several peace and humanitarian awards, he would soon learn what it truly meant to become an adult.

Despite being hailed a small town hero by the locals who knew of his story, Eiffel remained humble and relatable, as he knew a good leader should. In fact, one of his happiest memories of all was away from crowds and friends: he couldn't remember feeling content than when he decided that he was going to stop wasting time on things that couldn't be helped, and instead love himself to the fullest.

That's not to say he became invincible, of course. He sharpened himself to be as strong and cutting-edge as steel, but in doing so, isolated himself. The loneliness during that time was a slow, sad feeling that became more prominent over time. In an attempt to reconnect, he decided to start a fashion blog to offer advice and support around the world. Unfortunately, blogs didn't exist because computers didn't exist. So he started a help column in the newspaper and, using his uncanny memorization skill to recall every fashion tip he'd ever heard of, became a wildly popular anonymous figure in the community. Some people everyone revered him as a fashion genius, and he knew he had officially shouldered his parents' legacy.

Now he walks with the pride he inherited, and enjoys such trifles as rolling a red carpet in front of him wherever he goes, tossing rose petals into the air when approached by someone, unashamedly giving his direct opinion on matters, and writing eight-page formal letters petitioning for his desk to be replaced with a jacuzzi. In this lap of luxury, however, there is one distinct memory which unsettles him: a voice filled with love, but spoken by someone he knew deep down couldn't love him.

- janitor at SUE Academy
- the kind of person to offhandedly file his nails while speaking to you
- great with memorizing dupe makeup brands; will offer you free reign to his collection if you're wearing a coral but should be rocking a rum riche
- [guitar rift] I DONT GIVE A DAMN BOUT MY REPUTATION
- stands at roughly Very Short when seen in his cinder form, take caution not to accidentally step or sit on him (it will hurt)