Augustus Crake

### Hair Color and Style

Unruly blond hair that flares outward, one of his redeeming qualities. NOT AT ALL like a certain 11-year-old troublemaker with a head of fiery hair and a turbo charged backpack who will not be named

### Other Features

Pale skin, atrociously dark eye bags, perpetual frown

### Status

Still stiflingly, stupendously, and stupidly sleepless

How is this guy alive? He hasn't slept for the past 3 years (literally), and attaches himself to anybody that gives him the time of day. Augustus Crake, more colloquially known as Crake, is an ex-cultist on the run. Now that's all fine and dandy, but being in a cult for the entirety of your childhood and adolescence tends to stunt your people skills. Tendency to overshare? Check. Easily swayed? Check. Sometimes prone to bloodthirsty episodes? That last bit isn't that important. You can ignore it.

## Personality

Crake is the most touch-starved bastard this side of the seven seas. Before running away, he was isolated from his other cult members. This led to some *miiiinor* attachment issues. He'll also gladly bare his soul to you and tell you anything you'd like to know about his past. He realizes that this is an issue, and tries to stop, but he's convinced that sharing personal information will make people like him.

All of the above personality traits really shine on one-to-one interactions. But he's less comfortable in group settings, which causes him to be a little more disagreeable. Gravely upsetting matters like death, maiming, and extensive suffering don't faze him. That is, until someone he deeply cares about is the one in danger. Then he'll gladly risk his neck.

Crake is extremely susceptible to outside influence. People pleasing tendencies with a dash of low self esteem lead him to do whatever it takes to be seen as cool in the eyes of those important to him.

In combat, his lack of self preservation becomes glaringly obvious, and he fights desperately, as if his life is on the line. He becomes a little crueler too, and wholesale slaughter doesn't upset him, whether it's the slaughter of his people or the other side.

## Lore

### What You All Know

Crake is not good at keeping personal information to himself. So, here's what you know:

He grew up in a cult. Once it was found out that he had the ability to communicate with their god, they pampered him, educated him, and most importantly, isolated him from the other cult members and forbade fraternization. Somewhere along the line, he makes a friend. After an unfortunate series of events, this friend is murdered and Crake is doubly isolated. Fast forward a few more years, the leaders of the cult use Crake as a vessel for their god's power. The end result is one traumatized half-elf with an inability to sleep. After that, he escapes. The end. That's it.

### Actual Backstory

There's a little more to the story that Crake won't tell. His oversharing tendencies are subdued when it comes to this stuff. You've gotta work harder to get the juicier details out of him. He's kind of a shitty liar, though. If you hang around him long enough, he's bound to slip up.

## Notable Equipment

### Nyri

His sword. It seems a little too big, but he wields it alright. He always has it on him, even in situations when a sword is unnecessary. To him, it's kind of like a security blanket.

### Poncho

It's light blue, and a little ragged. It's a testament to how Crake doesn't concern himself with fashion. He never really had time to, really. Cults aren't known for their fashionable ensembles, and being on the run doesn't leave much time to worry about how you look. When the crew gets more money, he wants to buy a more expensive poncho, with gold trimming or something. But expensive ≠ fashionable.

## Relationships

### Zimbata Navalla

"Zimbata? She's my best friend. I can say this now with complete certainty. Anyway, I think she's kind of the best person I know. I can tell that she tries to be perfect and happy all the time, which isn't healthy at all. She's really changed, since when I first met her. She doesn't try to correct us, or change us as much.

She's really strong. She gives the best hugs, and the best advice. Makes me feel safe. I don't know what I would do without her.

Uh, recently, we got into a *situation* with someone from Zimbata's past. We dealt with her thoroughly. Even after the danger was over, she, ah, was really shaken up. I don't think I've ever seen her like that. She kept clinging to me and I tried to make her feel better but I'm not very good at it but I should have been able to do more, I'm her *friend* for gods' sake, why am I like this?

Sorry about that. Can we, uh, not use that last part? Thank you. Right. Back to Zimbata. I rely on her so much, but- but I'm not equipped to help her when *she* needs it.

### Eos

"She's scary good at what she does- killing, threatening, poisoning, the whole *pirate* thing. She's Concord's sister. They're so close. I envy her sometimes. Not– not because she's close to Concord, but because she has someone who loves her so passionately and will do anything for her. Granted, they've been together their whole lives. They've been through some bad things together, and that's how people get closer. Or so I've been told. I've been through some bad things too, but I've been on my own. Kind of. Aside from that, we've never really talked one on one. I think she and Concord talk about me behind my back? They think I don't notice, but I'm pretty good at that kind of thing. Noticing stuff, I mean.

### Concord

"Do I *have* to do this one? I don't really want to right now. I do? Oh, okay. Um...Concord's cool, I guess. After being on the run from the cult for a few years, I never had the chance to, like sit down with another person and actually talk. It sucked. He was the first person to have a real conversation with me in years. He was genuinely interested in me. Not in like a romantic way, obviously. In a 'oh, you're interesting, you should tell me your story' way. I thought we could be friends, or something. That was dumb of me. I thought I was special, y'know? That was *really* dumb of me. Turns out he acts like that with literally everybody else. I was genuinely hopeful. Last time I do that. I want to hate him for not feeling the same way I do, but I can't! Every time he walks up to me with his dumb face and his dumb hair and his dumb voice, Ijustcan't do it! And I know that I'm being selfish for even thinking about hating him in the first place. I want to move on. It's...just harder than expected.

We, ah, had a talk. About the stuff I mentioned in an earlier interview. Concord said some...harsh things. I needed to hear it though. It hurt, and it still hurts, but I might be able to...uh, y'know, Move on. Like I said.