Age: 32 (when he died)
Description: Theodore always wears
a suit (brown is his favourite colour), he makes sure his hair and
mustache are well-trimmed. He keeps the glasses that hide his hazel eyes
spotless. He always keeps a good posture and walks determined.
Behaviour: Theodore is a gentleman. He grew up in a time when upbringing
was considered a way for children not to embarass their parents. He is
wise in the ways of ettiquette and manners. He might come over as
traditional and passť, as a ghost he has witnessed the newer eras. He
clings to the way of life of his own because he feels it's still the most
Family: Long deceased
Homeworld: Earth, Victorian Era
Short History: Theodore died when
his house collapsed during a large earthquake. His prants had died long
before and Theodore had yet to marry. He was already being frowned upon
for his degenerate lifestyle by the present fishwives. It was not that
Theodore was living a deviant lifestyle as much as that he was a shy,
caring person. He was rather clumsy and his shielded upbringing had not
helped to get him to act sophisticated around women.
As an earthbound spirit, Theodore haunted the grounds where his house had
once stood. years went by and Theodore had to face the passing of time.
His house had been rebuilt, demolished and replaced by ever bigger
buildings that had no room for Victorian Romance. When he was asked to
stand for the Halloween Clutch and to gaina kindred spirit, he
jumped at the chance.
Before the Laedrysses could discuss a few of the problems, or the new
impressions another two dragons stepped forward out of the dark. These two definately belonged in the category Lesser Evil. In fact they belonged in
the category Lesser. There was no evil to be seen in their eyes. The
female, a soft beige dragoness with blond hair rather seemed sad. She
looked around at the three remaining candidates and picked out the old
"Theodore, " she
said, "How I have yearned for you..."
"Then let us not dawdle, milady Thassia. I
have our transport ready." They vanished in thin air
before Trix could even blink. She sighed appreciating after her brain had
registered the exit... she wished all evil impressions could go as smooth
as that one.
Thassia felt happy being cared for like this. Theodore was standing
behind her, combing her hair with a brush. Sometimes he would comb
his cool ghostly fingers across her scalp, making her shiver.
"I will look great." She said, pleased.
"A Lady should look her best no matter what time." Theodore lectured.
"You know it."
"Though I doubt they meant a man should comb her hair."
"Shh, I can't reach it myself." She blushed.
"I know. Besides we can be considered to be a married couple."
Thassia laughed and gently embraced Theodore's transparent waist
with her tail, "You sweettalker." she said.
"No-one's ever said that to me." Theodore said, not blushing for his
cheeks didn't possess the blood needed for that anymore, but he
looked down and was clearly a bit embarassed by the statement.
"I love you, you know." Thassia said.
"I love you too."
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