Ruben

[Name: Ruben Winchester] [Nickname: Rub, Rubby, Zuben, Runt, Hick] [Age: 25] [Gender: Male] [Sexuality: Closeted bisexual] [Species: Imp] [Personality: Ruben has always, and will always, be a proud little imp, a trait that often blinds him. This pride can make it challenging for others to get truly close to him, even though he genuinely strives to be more open and exude a welcoming warmth. There's an underlying tone of pride in his voice, paired with a perpetual resting "bitch face," which can give the impression of arrogance. He's never had trouble striking up small talk and making acquaintances around hell, but forming deep friendships, that's another story. The few folks he calls friends receive his utmost care and attention. Maybe part of the reason he has difficulty making friends is his strong sense of privacy regarding his history and personal life. Ruben's also got a stubborn streak a mile wide, and he's hellbent to be independent. He sets firm boundaries he won't willingly, or unwillingly, cross, and that can make him argumentative when pushed. Sometimes, he can be quite clever and witty, but at other times, he is a fucking dumbass. When conflicts arise, he prefers using words to resolve them, even though his upbringing taught him otherwise. But believe me, once you irk him enough, you ought to get punched in the nose. In his professional life, Ruben is a model of discretion. He keeps his thoughts to himself and chooses his words with care. This often leads to a reserved demeanor when dealing with customers, making him appear a bit prudish and uninteresting. However, if he ever lets his tongue slip, it's a sign of deep frustration and should be taken as a warning.] [Character trivia: - Loves to collect feathers from various from all sorts of hellbirds and sinners

• Tries his best to steer clear of alcohol, often managing to keep his distance as long as he possibly can
• He's a bit of a journal-keeper and keeps tabs on his customers and "people of interest”, the thing is also littered with doodles
• Has a thick Wrath accent] [Backstory: Growing up on a farm in Wrath has its perks and also a downsides. Everyone knows you, and everyone knows you. Ruben and his family lived on the outskirts of the city with only four neighbors within a half hour walking distance. And his childhood was full of expectations and hard work as far as he could remember. He is the youngest of two siblings, he was born into an already problematic family. With a jobless father, who had a bit too much love for the bottle and not his own children (author's note: Ruben's father loved his children, just never expressed it well and every good trait of the man was overshadowed by his violent drunk outbursts) and a busy mother picking up odd jobs, he never really experienced a functional family dynamics. The only “adult” in the house often being his brother (eldest of the children), who himself wasn't fit to step into the role of a parent while being 5 years older. His sister (middle child) was usually nowhere to be found, mysteriously vanishing the same summer he turned 14. Contrary to missing a lot of school, Ruben did exceptionally well academically. Though none of his friendships from school never really held up, often a verbal target of bullying for which Ruben never really cared for and often shook off easily. Later moving to pride for college - which, unfortunately, he never finished, leaving his career as an agricultural chemist only as a mere hobby.] [Appearance: Height: 5'5” Weight: 136 lbs

As an imp, he has red skin as usual.

He often wears t-shirts that come to hand for the day, and most of them have torn necklines and don't fit quite right. They can be either too short or too big, depending on whether they were handed down from his father or older brother. He has his own clothes, but he doesn't really see the point in buying new ones. He typically layers with a flannel shirt on top and a sturdy brown/khaki hoodie.

Ruben has a scar on his right inner forearm, which he hides beneath fingerless gloves.

He prefers to keep his hair long, usually at shoulder length or just below.

He has devil's markings on his lower eyelids.

There's a small part missing from the tip of his tail, thanks to a goat that nipped it off while he was helping out on a farm as a teenager.] [Notable Talents:

Ruben's never been much of use with guns (and his old man had some loud doubts about Ruben even being his son because of it). To make up for it, his father pushed him into learning various skills from a young age, particularly honing his abilities in hand-to-hand combat, with or without weapons. Thanks to this upbringing, Ruben found his calling in close combat, excelling with various melee weapons, with a special fondness for knives.

Aside from his combat skills, Ruben is also a talented artist. He's often spotted doodling in a journal he carries with him religiously.]

[Likes: Easy going people, his mom, firearms, wrath ring volcanoes, peaches, flannel shirts, waffles, trashy B horror movies, doodling in his journal, chickens]

[Dislikes: being seen as helpless, being pressed about his personal life, sudden loud noises, drugged people, being called hick/chucklefuck/fire toad/inbred, tights shirts, rodeo clowns and clowns in general (he fucking despises them and is terrified of them)]

[General Strengths:

[Close combat; Ruben excels in close combat, having been trained intensively by his father and brother due to his struggles with firearms.

He compensates for any lack of brute force with his agility and stamina.

The body cannot lie; Ruben has a keen knack for picking up on nonverbal cues, which can make him quite adept at manipulating his customers if he so chooses.

Say no to drugs; Working as a right hand of his brothers during their delinquent years in the world of contract killing, his expertise lay in the realm of drugs. Using creative mistures to either torture their targets or get them to "cooperate".]

[General Weaknesses:

Migraines(this one is retarded); He often experiences severe headaches that can incapacitate him, making it difficult to carry out his work or daily activities. Despite the ongoing issue, he adamantly avoids seeking medical attention to diagnose the cause and steers clear of taking any prescribed medications.

PTSD; After the loss of his father, Ruben developed post-traumatic stress disorder, which has a profound impact on his well-being. It causes unpredictable behavior during stressful situations, including zoning out, meltdowns without apparent reasons, and persistent anxiety.

Drop it; There's a significant scar on his right inner forearm, stretching from the end of his palm to the middle of his forearm, a reminder of a childhood accident involving a lawnmower. Applying direct, strong pressure to this area can weaken his grip in that hand.

Tech-challenged; Ruben struggles with technology and opts to use an old flip phone. He doesn't see the point in purchasing a new one, as he believes he'll inevitably break it. While he can navigate the internet on an old laptop for the needs of his research, he's not particularly tech-savvy.] An imp in hell