I. 🔥 WELCOME TO MINECRAFTIA

[ although there is an app that will change one's wardrobe, and the extended period of time that's liable to be spent aboard this train car, Diluc has little need of selecting a different wardrobe. already clad in the sleek black ensemble that serves to bring out the furious red if his hair, he likely resembles a gothic gentleman with a habit of isolating himself and the neutral affect of nobility.

despite his ability to converse with the upper echelon, he spends his time tending far more to the affairs of the town's 'little folk', positioning himself at the ready defense of the walls -- although he notably avoids all contact with the town's small guard presence. ]

It wouldn't be a terrible idea to train them.

[ well, outside of his murmured OPINIONS of the meager militia. OPINIONS that have a few people sourly looking to him, as HE turns his expectant, scarlet gaze upon YOU. resolve this, why don't you! ]

II. 🔥 OBLIGATORY NETWORK POST.

Please don't harass the chickens.

I'm sure some of you have noted that they are notoriously vicious, as chickens are wont to be.

III. 🔥 FOCUSED ON THE GOAL.

[ Diluc, as ever, is focused on (passive) information-gathering and combating the monsters that the town faces down. His key interests fall under: training the militia to better handle the threats, hanging out at the local tavern to try and collect information from drunks, and otherwise petting the chickens and doting (stoically) on the local ornithrops.

He's a pretty solitary person, so prepare to deal with him being resistant towards working together. After some time, Diluc will be getting down with the sickness, expect that exacerbated irritability from him for a while, and eventually I'll tack on a thread or two with him being angry and sick. Thankfully, his willpower is high and he should be brought to some measure of control after, you know, hallucinating his father or something sad like that.

If you'd like a custom-crafted wildcard prompt, hmu! ]