Crispin

You poor, messed up D-Per, you.

Physical Characteristics

A Tam-illee whose silhouetted uniform writhes like the surface of a horror viseo. Empty eyes. Unnatural voice, as if the data defining it isn't all there. Its timbre emphasizes its artificiality, and the prosody is also off.

Quotes

"Oh no. I expect people to live down to their worst natures. They never disappoint me."

"I’m not going to magically become a nice person because you made me tea."