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Character Sandalio de Rabiffano (Biffy)
Series: The Parasol Protectorate
Character Age: mid-20s
Job: Hat Shop Proprietor

Canon: [Certain Inevitable Spoilers for Blameless follow]
In an alternate Victorian London, werewolves, vampires, and ghosts are considered perfectly normal, if supernatural, members of society, created from humans with enough excess soul to survive (in a manner of speaking) their death. Alexia Maccon, on the other hand, is a preternatural - a person born without any soul at all, capable of temporarily removing supernatural abilities with a touch. Which makes her marriage to an Alpha werewolf questionable at best (to say nothing of society's opinion of a spinster marrying an earl) and her adventures as a result are always...interesting.

Biffy was just an ordinary drone (companion/food source/future vampire hopeful) to eccentric rove vampire Lord Akeldama, a particular friend of Alexia's, until circumstances (namely, his impending messy death under dubious circumstances) forced him into a very different future than the vampiric - which is to say he got turned into a werewolf. Unsurprisingly this was not something he was exactly happy about, though the friendship he'd developed with Lady Maccon certainly helped the transition. On the whole, however, being werewolf'd ultimately changed little about Biffy's personality. He's a personable, friendly and witty fellow; a consummate dandy and a bit of a gossip who loves all things fashionable. He enjoys being useful to others and is very perceptive, calm and capable; though not entirely without a flair for the dramatic. And he is never wrong about hats.

Sample Post:

When my lady asked me to help open a new branch of the hat shop in the Americas, of all places, I had to wonder what she was about - bit of an odd place to send one, even for the sake of fashion. However, now that I'm here I can see she was entirely correct to send me. You people clearly don't have the first idea about...well, rather a lot of things, but especially any kind of style. While I'm certain this landscape does the state of an outfit no favors, there's still no excuse. I will certainly lend myself to anyone of you who would like more advanced help with their toilette later on, but for now let's start from the top - with the topper, if you will.

No, my dear miss, that hat is all wrong for your coloring. I do apologize, but I hadn't realized what exotic skin tones were en vogue in this part of the world. The selection is unfortunately limited for the moment, but perhaps you would like to try something a bit plainer and more suited to your...striking features, in a shade less clashing than lime green-- madam, please don't eat the hat. I could stand for a bit of something myself but you don't see me chewing on the other patrons, do you?

Clearly I will have to think of a better approach for this particular set of customers. I do enjoy a challenge, but I must confess that I never knew Americans were quite so peculiar. Between you and me, my good sir...oak? Or are you a fir? Well, either way - I wonder if my lady didn't send me here with some other purpose in mind. As it happens, I heard the most interesting rumour from one of those strange fellows earlier. Apparently there's a Madame Sayre in charge of this place who runs all manner of unethical experiments on the inhabitants. That is just the sort of thing she would find worth investigating, though I do wonder why all the subterfuge. One more mystery to ponder, I suppose, though I do wish an answer would present itself. At least in the mystery of what sort of tree you are...now that I think about it, I don't believe oak trees have berries quite like these - oh, yew!

--Dear me, that really was a terrible pun, even if it wasn't intentional. Still, puns or no, you really should remove that branch before I remove it for you. I believe it would look lovely in the new hat I'm designing at this very moment.


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