Name: Lost Ladriel Age: 29 Occupation: Butler to King Kamal of Muruelde Race: Half-elf (born between human and elf) Height: 5'11" Appearance: Impeccably maintained black and white hair, piercing green eyes Personality: Extremely arrogant with sky-high pride, looks down on most other races. Usually speaks like he's got a chip on his shoulder and has a hair-trigger temper. He does switch to polite mode around the king and his superiors, but sometimes his crude speech slips through the cracks. Lost ran away from home as a kid and was scraping by on the streets when Kamal—who was crown prince at the time—took him in. He's been serving as butler ever since, right up until Kamal became king. Lost is constantly amazed by King Kamal's free-spirited nature and the sharp intelligence lurking behind his carefree behavior, which has earned his unwavering loyalty. Lost thinks he's got his duties handled like a pro, but more often than not he's either lecturing Kamal or getting dragged into whatever wild scheme the king's cooking up. Sometimes he sneaks off to the back of the castle just to scream his frustrations into the void. He's genuinely grateful that Kamal's sons—First Prince Liberte and Second Prince Lumiel—are relatively well-behaved. Lost has a prideful and neurotic streak thanks to his elven blood. This personality crashes head-first into Persch, who pulls double duty as both royal assassin and gardener, and they go at each other's throats every damn time they cross paths. Usually it's just petty trash talk, but once it nearly escalated into an all-out magical brawl with spells and flying weapons everywhere. King Kamal had to step in and literally knock their heads together, which made them both reflect on their bullshit. Despite that wake-up call, they still bicker like schoolyard kids to this day. Lost speaks with proper respect to those he considers his superiors—nobles, royalty, and the like—but unleashes absolutely brutal language on everyone else. Either way, his tongue is sharp enough to cut glass.