Ethaniel Dexter (The Janitor)

## Appearance

Ethaniel is painfully average, other than his longer than usual hair and constant wearing of sunglasses no matter the time of day. He usually wears a stained white coat resembling a bad Halloween costume of an evil doctor, his shirt nothing more than a plain red button up. His ties one of his defining features of customization, always tacky and painfully 80’s with the obnoxious patterns. Dexter always has a stain somewhere on his clothing, from ketchup to a hole burned into it, he doesn’t care much for personal hygiene as he keeps his mind on the tidiness of the rooms he has been assigned to. His hair reflects this well, greasy enough to be styled with his hands, and that uneven scruff on his face he refuses to shave. The knee braces upon his legs are black and a dull mustard yellow, though sometimes he swaps these out for a pair that is all a warm grey.

## Public Personality

Whoever wouldn’t love such a silly, goofy soul! Ethaniel usually exaggerates the more foolish of his characteristics, getting on the better side of anyone who can easily take a joke. These outrageous actions are mixed with the occasional bizarre quip to compliment his kind persona. Not that he isn’t truly kindhearted, but he amps up the amount he cares quite frequently to help make himself more likable, in reality he cares about little more than himself and his own stressful situations. A “carefree” drifter, often spending most of his time going apartment to apartment, or even country to country. He holds no ties to any place, and refuses any form of commitment, even to his Janitorial work at times, always willing to go wherever needs him most. The first impressions people get of him is that he cannot take anything seriously, and there is nothing much wrong with him.

## Private Personality

Ethaniel’s other side is found tormented by his own past with the debt held over his head with the threat of execution, not to mention plenty of other choices he has made. Dexter has the terrible habit of running away from his problems, taking the easiest way out even if it means that someone else gets hurt. Whatever is the path of least effort, the least resistance, he will take it, even if that means laying down and dying to avoid having to do anything other than his job. He is overworked, stressed to nearly his wits end. He is dreadfully lonely, often putting up walls to avoid anyone getting close enough to find out about his more morally questionable youth.

His bad habits get in the way of most meaningful interactions beyond light-hearted jokes and sharing a drink. He is willing to backstab others if the money is right, and lacks the motivation to make up a lie when it comes to giving out others information. He lacks optimism under the surface, putting up a happy front even though he falls into depression whenever he fails at something. He always considers himself less than others, only believing himself to be worthy of being the Ultimate Janitor instead of his true title. Despite his troubled mind, he is lighthearted and tries to be the least serious in any situation. To get him to confess anything about his true feelings would take incredible effort, the walls are built thicker than you could ever imagine. This gives him a mysterious aura, but his friendly nature leaves little to question him about it.

## Backstory

Ethaniel grew up in an upper middle class family of just himself and his hoarder of a mother who held an absurd amount of control over his life. The house was often difficult to walk in, and every effort made by him to improve the living situation was instantly meant with being berated for his attempts to remove items from the household. This berating extended outside of the house, and nearly every action he took he was criticized for in some way, including whatever friends he decided to make. He gained relief in becoming the class clown, even though he would often get detention for his actions he suggested instead his punishment should be cleaning up the school grounds, which he was granted as; what kid likes cleaning stuff up? It seems, that one! He excelled at this, finding comfort in the smells of cleaners and the ability to move around freely.

Though, as the years went on eventually he got through Grade School and Middle School, finding himself begging to go to high school but being denied by his mother who did not like the concept of spending any more time outside of the house. He stayed there for two more years, struggling without the socialization of his peers and any positive feedback, hatred grew in his mind and once it had bubbled over he came up with the solution one night. That this place was beyond the saving of any cleaner, that if he wanted freedom he would need to be able to never return to his home. Taking a pack of matches, he entered the kitchen and lit a pizza box on fire and threw it into one of the piles. He climbed out through the window, running as far as he could. All of his documents and history turned to ash behind him, including his family ties. His mother did not escape the fire, and in the moment he did not care, considering it an acceptable sacrifice. Later on, he regrets this choice, knowing full well he could have gotten them both out safely with minimal effort. The sheer power of that fire that he started was both cleansing and scarring. He went to high school, then college, the debt of living piling up without any support to his name.

The first few jobs he took were harsh, factory janitorial work that led to life altering accidents and additions to the number held above his head. He kept himself down low, not talking with anyone, which meant he often missed warnings about malfunctioning equipment. One day, he entered into a sealed off room unknowing of the state of it. He blacked out upon entering, the metal rotational arms of the unknown mechanical beast slamming into his face. The hospital bills added severely to his debt, and more jobs needed to be taken. But for a while, there was no job he could take, dealing with migraines and his damaged eyes. Thankfully, after a long recovery and being forever assigned to wear sunglasses and avoid staring at bright lights, he got back to the job market.

Ethaniel eventually found himself stuck, unable to take out any more money and already working an absurd amount of Janitorial jobs in high end places just to make ends meet enough to get a drink from the vending machine and a snack if he was lucky. One day, upon stumbling into the office of one of the higher ups of an oil company, he found documents incriminating several people participating in bad practices, and took photos of the evidence with his phone. He had a plan, a brilliant one, to sell this information to the highest bidder online for them to do what they pleased, and then maybe he could have enough for a hotel for the night. For years he did this, staying anonymous and gaining enough to get him by and at least take out the debt he owed from high school.

Then, his shield of anonymity was one day broken, as the FBI knocked at his decaying motel room door. He was offered a high paying job to move from place to place as a janitor, getting information and investigating suspicious activity for the government as a whole. His lack of documentation, friends, and family made it easy to have him go undercover, and his medical records to have sunglasses on at all times put a jam into some facial scanners. Ethaniel moved up the ranks insanely fast, every mission a success unless there was no information to be gathered. No one ever notices or suspects the janitor, especially when the work was done with exceptional quality and not a single trace of DNA evidence was left behind. A craftsman of undercover work, Ethaniel had been given the title of Undercover Agent. Yet, after all he had been through he refuses to accept it, staying true to his past and his true job desire to simply be a janitor. His main wishes in life are for his knee pain to go away and for him to be able to work in a school again. Which is why they hired him at ParaSocial Academy, where he now refuses to actually do anything undercover agent related and just lets people get away with anything for a dollar. However, whoever is the highest bidder will always win his information.

## Likes

The smell of bleach (incredible!).

Raw meats.

Wacky ties.

80s Rock music.

## Dislikes

Bright Lights.

Loud Screeching Sounds.

The sound of people typing.

Messy spaces that are not his own.