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Name: Christopherson Ray Hughes

D.O.B: 4/27

Alias: Mr. Hughes

Nickname(s):
Chris
Ray

Species: Ethiopian wolf

Sub-Species: Poltergeist (Yes I said Poltergeist)

Age: Unknown (Physical appearance; 34)

Gender: Male

Fur/Skin Color(s): Chrome Yellow, Tikki Hut Tan, Brown, Sunset Orange, and White.

Eye Color(s): Midnight Blue mixed with Lime Green and a hint of Dark Chrome Yellow

Family: No Biological Family Known.
Clara Hughes (adoptive Mother) Deceased.
Frederick Hughes (adoptive Father) Deceased.

Interest(s): Cleaning, reading romance stories, writing, making others happy, cleaning (oh wait I said that already XD) Baking at home in his free-time, listening to classical music, Learning various educational teachings, randomly cleaning places (whether it would be out in public or in discreet places or sometimes even a person) Classy women, Literature, Fine Arts, Museums, fine woven material, gardens, wild type of flowers, trying new food.

Dislike(s): Not giving a 100% at his jobs. People disrespecting him or the places he works. Bad manners. Seeing friends upset, a filthy place, person, or thing. Dust/germs. Being ignored sometimes, when he has a sudden outburst and throws things. Anyone threatening his Masters.

Alignment: Neutral

Language: English

Personality: Gentle, Soft-hearted, and very kind. Chris does not judge anyone he meets for the first time, only their personality, other times rather closes his eyes and listen to their voice. He is a hard worker and takes his duties very seriously, most times coming off as threatening and intimidating, though that doesn't puncture his inner heart of gold and would later apologize for his behavior. He considers all close friends family sometimes even random strangers he meets, going as far as even remembering their names, faces, and such. He never gets upset when something bad happens, unless he sees something dirty (a house for example) and gets uncomfortable, having the urge to smack the person right then an there for having a dirty living quarters. He acts calmly about it, so it's understandable of his actions when others react to him dramatically. Other than that he is as kind as a harmless fly.

Close Friend(s):
The Itoshi Brothers
Zanican Sanctus
Noah Valycan
Dante Redd

Favorite Food(s): Prawn Curry and French Toast with Ginger, Chocolate Macrons with Fruits Filling,

Favorite Drink(s): Herb Tea made from Wild Roses, Warm Milk with Honey

Occupation(s):
Journalist.
Part-time waiter at The Itoshi's Elegance Restaurant
Butler and serves The Itoshi Brothers

Relationship Status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Skill(s): Basically perfects anything his master's desire

Powers/Abilities:
Just think of the things a usual poltergeist would do... only 100% far more worst!! lol

Phobias/Disorders:
OCD (Obsessive Compulsion Disorder)
Germophobe
Hoarder

Theme:
"The Abandoning" - Love And Death

Random Fact(s):
Chris is left handed~

He has two tails; though back in his days, even more further back as to him being a type of ghost, it was seen as a flaw to one's appearance and thus shamed. So he tied them together to make them appear as one. Even though in the present day it's deemed as normal, he still thinks others will say something bad about it.

It hurts him sometimes when people aren't able to notice him, reminding him he's dead, but tries his best to not cause a scene.

Chris secretly has a secret room within his Master's home that is filled with nothing but porcelain figures, he has a soft spot for collecting such beautiful items. Rather more like hoarding...

Bio: Abandoned at birth, Christopherson was discovered by an elderly couple, who were out on a stroll, they had happened to spot a worn down, mangled box covered with seaweed and other trash floating within the canal. Hearing his cries of despair, they grew worried and had called on nearby citizens to come and help them bring the box out of the canal. He was luckily saved by the elderly couple as well as the others dragging him out. He was immediately taken to a hospital to see if there were any major injuries. The doctors stated he had severe hypothermia and it was likely he wasn't going to make it, it was a miracle they were even able to hear his cries since they didn't know how long he was floating through the canal. The elderly couple fought against ever giving up on Christopherson and urged the doctor to do what ever it takes to save his life.
Weeks later Christopherson grew healthy enough to leave, and by that time the elderly couple had adopted him, being that no one had ever came to claim him, and were happy of his well being and having a son to call their own.
Growing up in a wealthy family, Christopherson was brought up as a fine young well mannered child for a good portion of his childhood, until suddenly, at the age of 11, his father had passed away as for his mother could no longer care for him due to be grief stricken, thus was sent to an orphanage.
Christopherson was so distraught over his father's death also having to be taken away from his family that he was heartbroken to have to live within a orphanage. There he was raised with many other children, never once bothering to leave his room, and pushed everyone away that tried to get close. Other families wouldn't adopt him due to his attitude, non ever tried to talk to him or help him, Christopherson didn't mind, he was still upset of his father being gone and for his mother giving him away. Several times he tried running away so that he could return home, but was always caught and was kept under a watchful eye. After more attempts, having determination drive him to escape, he gave up, losing the hope that his mother no longer cared about him.

He felt abandoned... That feeling felt familiar to him, even though it was the first time he felt of it to his knowledge.

Christopherson was never adopted for the rest of his teenage years until he turned 18, then he was finally able to leave on his own, that he was grateful for, for now he could finally see his mother. Quickly he left the orphanage and went straight for home. Upon arrival he hastily made his way through the garden area and into the doors, only to find it it was empty...

Confused he looked around, finding more emptiness, then something had caught his eyes. It was a person, standing besides the entryway. Fulfilled his pure joy and happiness it was his mother, he ran up to her, just at the last second the person turned around. There Christopherson it wasn't his mother and slowed his running, his emotions becoming that of dread, then stopped completely. They both stood silently for awhile, then the person slowly walked towards him and gently placed a letter within his hand, Christopherson remained void of emotion, and the gave him a pitied smile then walked away. He remained still in the empty house, the letter within trembling hands, his breathing wavered, then he collapsed onto his knees, tears falling onto the cold marble floor.

After his other's funeral, he had been given the entire inheritance and the mansion, to which some grew envious of him, leading to dangerous times...

Currently, Christopherson proudly works and serves the Itoshii Brothers, spending every second working hard at the Itoshii's Elegance, as well as occasionally submitting literature for the local newspaper, though it is only visible to other supernatural beings (vampires, ghosts, etc, etc), he has also written a few books. However, he keeps these books to himself, unless he trusts a good friend, then he'll consider letting them read it, of what he writes is unknown. He will sometimes also spend his time at Flowers of Purity, which is Jundo's flower shop, there he makes himself useful, and if there is nothing to do there... Christopherson always finds work that needs to be done, even if there isn't any, he'll make some himself.

Artwork and "Chris" (c) SavageMew

Description
Name: Christopherson Ray Hughes

D.O.B: 4/27

Alias: Mr. Hughes

Nickname(s):
Chris
Ray

Species: Ethiopian wolf

Sub-Species: Poltergeist (Yes I said Poltergeist)

Age: Unknown (Physical appearance; 34)

Gender: Male

Fur/Skin Color(s): Chrome Yellow, Tikki Hut Tan, Brown, Sunset Orange, and White.

Eye Color(s): Midnight Blue mixed with Lime Green and a hint of Dark Chrome Yellow

Family: No Biological Family Known.
Clara Hughes (adoptive Mother) Deceased.
Frederick Hughes (adoptive Father) Deceased.

Interest(s): Cleaning, reading romance stories, writing, making others happy, cleaning (oh wait I said that already XD) Baking at home in his free-time, listening to classical music, Learning various educational teachings, randomly cleaning places (whether it would be out in public or in discreet places or sometimes even a person) Classy women, Literature, Fine Arts, Museums, fine woven material, gardens, wild type of flowers, trying new food.

Dislike(s): Not giving a 100% at his jobs. People disrespecting him or the places he works. Bad manners. Seeing friends upset, a filthy place, person, or thing. Dust/germs. Being ignored sometimes, when he has a sudden outburst and throws things. Anyone threatening his Masters.

Alignment: Neutral

Language: English

Personality: Gentle, Soft-hearted, and very kind. Chris does not judge anyone he meets for the first time, only their personality, other times rather closes his eyes and listen to their voice. He is a hard worker and takes his duties very seriously, most times coming off as threatening and intimidating, though that doesn't puncture his inner heart of gold and would later apologize for his behavior. He considers all close friends family sometimes even random strangers he meets, going as far as even remembering their names, faces, and such. He never gets upset when something bad happens, unless he sees something dirty (a house for example) and gets uncomfortable, having the urge to smack the person right then an there for having a dirty living quarters. He acts calmly about it, so it's understandable of his actions when others react to him dramatically. Other than that he is as kind as a harmless fly.

Close Friend(s):
The Itoshi Brothers
Zanican Sanctus
Noah Valycan
Dante Redd

Favorite Food(s): Prawn Curry and French Toast with Ginger, Chocolate Macrons with Fruits Filling,

Favorite Drink(s): Herb Tea made from Wild Roses, Warm Milk with Honey

Occupation(s):
Journalist.
Part-time waiter at The Itoshi's Elegance Restaurant
Butler and serves The Itoshi Brothers

Relationship Status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Skill(s): Basically perfects anything his master's desire

Powers/Abilities:
Just think of the things a usual poltergeist would do... only 100% far more worst!! lol

Phobias/Disorders:
OCD (Obsessive Compulsion Disorder)
Germophobe
Hoarder

Theme:
"The Abandoning" - Love And Death

Random Fact(s):
Chris is left handed~

He has two tails; though back in his days, even more further back as to him being a type of ghost, it was seen as a flaw to one's appearance and thus shamed. So he tied them together to make them appear as one. Even though in the present day it's deemed as normal, he still thinks others will say something bad about it.

It hurts him sometimes when people aren't able to notice him, reminding him he's dead, but tries his best to not cause a scene.

Chris secretly has a secret room within his Master's home that is filled with nothing but porcelain figures, he has a soft spot for collecting such beautiful items. Rather more like hoarding...

Bio: Abandoned at birth, Christopherson was discovered by an elderly couple, who were out on a stroll, they had happened to spot a worn down, mangled box covered with seaweed and other trash floating within the canal. Hearing his cries of despair, they grew worried and had called on nearby citizens to come and help them bring the box out of the canal. He was luckily saved by the elderly couple as well as the others dragging him out. He was immediately taken to a hospital to see if there were any major injuries. The doctors stated he had severe hypothermia and it was likely he wasn't going to make it, it was a miracle they were even able to hear his cries since they didn't know how long he was floating through the canal. The elderly couple fought against ever giving up on Christopherson and urged the doctor to do what ever it takes to save his life.
Weeks later Christopherson grew healthy enough to leave, and by that time the elderly couple had adopted him, being that no one had ever came to claim him, and were happy of his well being and having a son to call their own.
Growing up in a wealthy family, Christopherson was brought up as a fine young well mannered child for a good portion of his childhood, until suddenly, at the age of 11, his father had passed away as for his mother could no longer care for him due to be grief stricken, thus was sent to an orphanage.
Christopherson was so distraught over his father's death also having to be taken away from his family that he was heartbroken to have to live within a orphanage. There he was raised with many other children, never once bothering to leave his room, and pushed everyone away that tried to get close. Other families wouldn't adopt him due to his attitude, non ever tried to talk to him or help him, Christopherson didn't mind, he was still upset of his father being gone and for his mother giving him away. Several times he tried running away so that he could return home, but was always caught and was kept under a watchful eye. After more attempts, having determination drive him to escape, he gave up, losing the hope that his mother no longer cared about him.

He felt abandoned... That feeling felt familiar to him, even though it was the first time he felt of it to his knowledge.

Christopherson was never adopted for the rest of his teenage years until he turned 18, then he was finally able to leave on his own, that he was grateful for, for now he could finally see his mother. Quickly he left the orphanage and went straight for home. Upon arrival he hastily made his way through the garden area and into the doors, only to find it it was empty...

Confused he looked around, finding more emptiness, then something had caught his eyes. It was a person, standing besides the entryway. Fulfilled his pure joy and happiness it was his mother, he ran up to her, just at the last second the person turned around. There Christopherson it wasn't his mother and slowed his running, his emotions becoming that of dread, then stopped completely. They both stood silently for awhile, then the person slowly walked towards him and gently placed a letter within his hand, Christopherson remained void of emotion, and the gave him a pitied smile then walked away. He remained still in the empty house, the letter within trembling hands, his breathing wavered, then he collapsed onto his knees, tears falling onto the cold marble floor.

After his other's funeral, he had been given the entire inheritance and the mansion, to which some grew envious of him, leading to dangerous times...

Currently, Christopherson proudly works and serves the Itoshii Brothers, spending every second working hard at the Itoshii's Elegance, as well as occasionally submitting literature for the local newspaper, though it is only visible to other supernatural beings (vampires, ghosts, etc, etc), he has also written a few books. However, he keeps these books to himself, unless he trusts a good friend, then he'll consider letting them read it, of what he writes is unknown. He will sometimes also spend his time at Flowers of Purity, which is Jundo's flower shop, there he makes himself useful, and if there is nothing to do there... Christopherson always finds work that needs to be done, even if there isn't any, he'll make some himself.

Artwork and "Chris" (c) SavageMew