[Chaka-chum, chaka-chum, chaka-chum] General Information Years pass, and with those years, countless names are swapped and tossed away. He himself probably used more fake identities than he cares to remember, and at this point, it would be a hassle to even think about it. But no matter how many fake faces he adores and how many made-up titles he gives himself, there is one constant. Always ending with the same word that he came up with mere six seconds after his creation; Cosades. Chaotic, charming, polite, lethally efficient- there is no way of describing him with just one word. Physical Appearance Standing at hysterically short 5’4” feet of height, Cosades is obviously a skeleton. That can be deduced from the fact that he, from top to bottom, appears to be, quite indeed- a skeleton. His skull, ribcage, and every other part of the body is made out of bone; the only thing setting him apart from a biology class dummy are the subtle, but noticeable modifications of his body. The most prominent trait is the pair of bulbous, constantly glowing yellow eyes- fashioned out of a pair of proper light bulbs, in fact, they seem to serve more of a decorative function than actually serve as proper optics. Other such traits are less visible, and need closer examination- but should one be allowed close enough to take a peek at his internal bones, they’d notice that almost every single part of Cosades’s body has been modified or altered to the point of just barely resembling bones. He is, in essence, a walking weapon- a fact he proudly brings up in almost every conversation, usually following it up about a long-winded rant about the needless drive of technological infusion that so many people of the Fringe are afflicted with. For the past few decades, Cosades wore the same outfit, everyday, at almost every given moment. Long past its prime, it’s a mismatched set of worn, hastily sewn black leathers, faded purple cloths, and other, torn chunks of stolen clothing. Cosades, at all times, is also accessorized with a pair of gold-rimmed crystal goggles, and a shiny, pristine, polished belt made out of a iridescent blue and green metal. Personality Personality Type: ESTP Political Ideology: Cosades hates authority. He always considered any and all laws an obstacle on his journey to become the “richest man in the next ten meters”; but despite his longing for anarchy, utter, uncontrolled chaos, and a state where everyone is paranoid of even speaking to their wife, he will neither complain about the laws of the place he lives in, nor he will ever do anything to change how things operate- unless paid to commit actions related to changing the balance of power anywhere, at any time. He can be described to be a constant, never-ending torrent of chaotic thought; almost all interactions with people he meets carry no meritoric weight, have no purpose altogether, and are often forgotten in less than twenty seconds after ending. Despite this obvious hindrance, the fact that talking to him is more akin to trying to converse with a brick wall, Cosades is a walking compendium of knowledge related to possibly all topics one can encounter in the galaxy. Him being a pathological liar plays a massive role in making up facts and evidence of his nonsensuous scientific theories, but when it comes to the fields he genuinely excels in, he is capable of sharing encyclopedia-worth amounts of information and experiences. Cosades loves, above all, talking to people. Whether he talks to them, or talks at them, it makes virtually no difference to him at all; if he catches you in the corner of his vision, he will try to start a conversation with you, no matter how short and utterly insignificant. He will talk to you, whether you like it or not. Combining his erratic, unpredictable nature with his laid-back personality and trait of being incredibly difficult to anger and provoke, Cosades seems to be an inept, inexperienced clown that lost his way to the circus. He raises his voice for comedic effect too often, he neglects manners at every other step, and is utterly ignorant as to how to behave in public. Despite all those traits, Cosades excels at almost every single job one can possibly think of; that allows him to have a steady stream of financial gain, allowing him to live out his dreams of pretending to be a dragon sleeping on a hoard of gold, in which he so gleefully invests. If it ever was attempted before, chances are, he knows how to do it; for the right price, of course. Backstory Being a pathological liar, much of his backstory is wrapped in a veil of uncertainty, mystery, and more often than not- confusion. He constantly makes up ever-so more tragic tales as to how he came to be, ranging from being abandoned at sea and being raised by a family of rabid seals, to actually being an illegitimate brother of Gravelord Death, who was shunned and kicked out of Undercrypt as not to pose competition when it comes to sporting the title of the de-facto leader. No two stories of his past, pre-Fringe life are the same; as such, they should be treated as fables. The only things that carried over from his past are his most beloved belongings, bodily modifications- and his current best friend, roommate, and de-facto husband, Chayka, with whom he shares a flat in Haven. Earliest sign of his presence in the Fringe is a forum post dating all the way back to 3262; written in broken-common, it was a tutorial on how to concoct mustard gas on your own, from using just your everyday bathroom cleaning supplies. It was posted in a thread discussing means of cleaning cars, and due to its terrible grammar, dreadful formatting, and being a how-to on making chemical weapons on a site about vehicles, it was deleted in less than an hour. Still, though, it exists as an archived screenshot- and a printed picture that Cosades hung up in his room. The first legacy of “cocksades119xx” has been, effectively, immortalized. From that point onwards, he picked up almost all jobs and professions imaginable. From a mercenary to a chef, through a dancing instructor and a lawyer, attorney, alchemist, astro-physicist, Cosades did it all. And despite him accomplishing possibly every achievement on even the longest, most insane bucket lists, he is not showing any signs of setting down- or even slowing down. He lived for the thrill, and will forever live for any chances of proving himself in the eyes of the hysterical mess that is the Milky Way itself. In the words of his closest friend- “What is another sin to him, anyways? He doesn't want to play a game where he can’t see the score.” This doesn’t stop him from being a compulsive gambler, though. [ x ]
Relationships Greatest-Of-All-Time - Best Pal - Liked - Neutral - Disliked - Hated - Most Hated Chayka “Been there at my lowest. Been there at my highest. Was there at the beginning. Probably will be at my funeral. Or vice versa. Always could depend on them- and the feeling is mutual. It’s even funnier when you realize that he’s my literal antithesis.” Koo “It rhymes with poo, and it’s funny.” D19923 “I give her money, she helps me study Floran anatomy. She committed more crimes than there are possible numbers in existence; she’ll need my help eventually. I need that money back.” Elijah What’s-His-Face “He gives me money, and I do odd-jobs for him. He gives me more money, and I start putting effort into it.” [ x ]
