Full Name: Deacon Strider
Preferred/Nick Name(s): Bro, Dea, Admiral
Title and Duties: Prince of the Fruit Candy Kingdom ; Oversees (and dictates) the reproduction and distribution of "agriculture" (fruit-resembling candies) on a Dersite-labored plantation of sorts.
Physical Appearance: Tall (6'2") and muscular, broadest at the shoulder and slimmer in the hips. A nice suntanned glow from being outside a good majority of the time, and having a favor for clothing that would be considered more revealing (usually tees/tanks and 'short shorts'.) Auburn hair, usually seen licking out from under a baseball cap. His eyes are a bright red, and despite being naturally centric around warmth, his attire is usually comprised of contrasting cooler colors (blue, green, purple, shades of pink).
Personality: Deacon is very flamboyant with his emotions, as well as quick to attatch and easy to disappoint. He sets high expectations for people off the bat and is very domineering when it comes to getting his way- Effects of an authority complex. When his expectations aren't met, he's easily frustrated and even angered, typically reverting to a violent verbal (and occasionally physical) lashing to those who oppose his orders. People he grows close to are less prone to having to deal with him being an asshole, but if they do push him too far, he won't hesitate to use weak spots he's learned of against them. Upon first meetings though, before he's calculated the worth of one person or another, he seems quite chipper and often flirtatious, though that's to no one's surprise.
Favorite Body part: He's quite fond of hands, despite having to work around a lot of bone.
Strengths: He's very quick, and very strong, not easily phased by his own physical inflictions- Good for hand-to-hand combat.
Weaknesses: He's surprisingly awful with weaponry, so fighting from a distance puts him at quite a disadvantage, and his openness to expression makes him easy to read, and therefore easy to figure out.
Having a monopoly on an entire branch of candy sales, Deacon's cash flow is surely one to be envied.
His house is huge-- And empty. He hates company outside of his few friends, and keeps his place dominantly off-limits.
Sour-sugar coated gummy fruits are highly preferred over sweeter ones, with the exception of peach rings. They function as a 'Scooby snack' of sorts- Dea would do anything for the right number of peach rings.
He's pondered the idea of a pet for years, but even he knows he'd probably have a little too much fun punishing it, and as such has refrained from actually purchasing one.