Name: Enero Joval
Age: 27
Personality: A master of death, he is cold and ruthless. He has a sort of grace about him that puts him off from the rest of the world, but if you comment on it he will only make you, his protege, work harder. He will press you and make you work hard in whatever he commands you to do. He requires his protege to obey his every command, but not necessarily trust him. Trust leads to death.
Get out of my head!!!: Enero stepped over the body of another failed protege and sipped his glass of water, the one that was free of poison. He crossed his legs as he sat on the chair and let his eyes wander across the room to the other two proteges. One was fiddling with a lock, set with a poisoned needle the size of a single stick of straw that would pierce her if she failed. The other was trying to decide which plate of food was poisoned. He closed his eyes and waited for one to finish. The test would not take much longer. The boy with the poison plates suddenly clutched his throat and feel the floor gurgling and convulsing. The girl gasped at the sight before turning back with new fervor to the lock. She opened it with a creak and sighed in relief when the needle stayed in place. Enero raised his glass, eyes still closed, and toasted to her. " Congratulations."
