Christian Korb


Ce matin-là

Christian était debout tôt, comme toujours et avait déjà fait tout son rituel matinal de se baigner avec ce que les griffons lui offraient, se brosser les dents dans la douche pour gagner du temps, mettre sa chemise et son pantalon, briller ses chaussures et faire ses cheveux. Il avait l'air parfait, comme toujours. Il était allé de l'avant et s'était fait un emploi du temps pour la journée, principalement composé de morceaux qu'il a étiquetés comme "ce que les griffons me disent de faire." où auparavant il avait écrit ses tâches quotidiennes avec Maître Thaume et les autres majordomes et servantes. Mais même si les Griffons n'avaient pas besoin de lui tôt et prêt en des temps impressionnants et qu'ils avaient l'air si gentils, il s'est accroché à sa routine. Il a marché dans le camp, murmurant une chanson qu'il avait entendue autour du camp la semaine dernière. La musique lui avait toujours été pour lui des pièces de piano et d'orchestre, les nouveaux genres s'ouvraient à lui après avoir quitté le manoir l'avait tenu occupé. La chanson d'aujourd'hui semblait être de type plus folk, du moins c'est ce que l'homme qu'il a entendu jouer a dit que c'était. Il ne connaissait pas les mots, donc il ne chantait pas trop fort.
Il a fait une promenade autour du camp, toujours l'un des seuls loin et a juste vérifié que tout le monde avait ce dont ils avaient besoin et a fait une liste mentale de qui les espaces de vie manquaient de matériaux, de nourriture ou de quelque chose d'important à leur sujet. Tout commentaire sur l'encombrement de leurs espaces serait gardé à lui-même, mais a certainement été noté vers le bas. Une mauvaise tenue a presque été ajoutée à la note mentale de chaque membre, mais encore une fois, elle n'a pas été abordée. Ce n'était plus son travail de rater qui que ce soit, et même ainsi les gens qu'il allait rater pour également tomber sous la catégorie de la robe incorrecte. Il ferait rapport de cette liste plus tard, mais pour l'instant, il devait se préparer pour le petit déjeuner.
Christian Korb

”Will there be anything else?”
“Already finished, sir.”



The Basics
Name
Christian Jacob Korb
Nicknames
"Butler, Snob, OCD" and the like are more, derogetory names, otherwise he prefers Master Korb or Christian
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Birthday
April 4th 1994
Age
21
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Straight
Appearance
Standing a solid 5'10, Mr. Korb does his best to look good, he was raised learning how to do so. His dress style is very classy, with outfits planned days in advance and only using dull greys, tans, and blacks to dress up in. Almost every article of clothing he wears has a button somewhere on it, and his clothes are always free from wrinkles.



Skills
Skills
Former Servant- knows how sorcerer high society works
Near perfect balance- Years of being forced to carry glasses of wine up and down stairs makes you good at balancing objects in hand, as well as yourself
Weaponization- Given his past, he’s decent at turning mundane objects into useful weapons, it just takes good technique.
Can read a body like a book - years of having to guess what his master wanted, Christian and all the other butlers and servents learned to read body language better than english and adapt to the situation
Stealth- Don’t wanna wake up the master late at night when planning a rebellion
Good under pressure- If he were pure carbon, Christian would probably be a diamond by now.
Efficient- Christian knows how to use the least amount of effort for the maximum result, applies to fighting as well.




Digging Deeper
Likes
- Steak
- Potatoes
- ..Food in general really
- Keeping his space clean
- Rap/rapping/rhyming
- Sleep
- The rain

Dislikes
- The rich
Cleaning up someone else’s mess
Cooking
Tedious orders
Mentalists
Laziness
Dirt

Habits
- Obsessively clean, be it himself, his clothes or his living space
Mouthing songs/whispering songs, rarely singing/rapping audibly
Memorizing the schedule’s of any sorcerer he is around enough

Hobbies
- Rapping/writing raps/singing/writing songs
Day dreaming/giving stories to people he doesn’t know
Collecting rings

Fears
- Mentalists
Getting his old job back
His own inadequacy in comparison to the sorcerers

Personality
Christian would love to say his need for everything to be tidy was due to OCD, but sadly it’s a case of trauma related to the unclean. His obedience is comparible to a dog, even when after her escaped his former master, it’s an old habit that will likely never die. He literally lives to serve others, but when he isn’t doing that his mind run wild, creating worlds, songs, stories, characters and everything else intangible. He can often be found cleaning his weapons, his room, his clothes and everything under the sun without being asked, and if asked would resent the asker, but begrudgingly take on the task. Other than that he seems to be fairly nihilistic, but in a good sense. Nothing matters, so just keep on living because it’s better than not. He doesn’t take criticism harshly and and simply treats others the way they treat him.
History
Almost a butler at birth, Christian began his training to be a servant as soon as he could walk and talk. He was “assigned”, a fancy way to say shipped off, away from his family, never even knowing his parents’ names or if he had siblings. All he knew was that he lived to serve a mentalist named “Master Thaume” along with several other servants, such as chefs and maids. Master Thaume was a rich man, but not in politics, he made his money on the buying and selling of servants he trained in his own home, Christian being lucky enough to be one of the ‘half decent’ members of his training group got the ‘privilege’ to stay and work for him.
The next few years of his life from ages 12 (when he finished training) to age 20 were hell. He was up at 5AM and wouldn’t be in bed until midnight every day of the week. His time was spent making schedules for his master, preparing daily checklists for the other servants, chefs and maids, even doing some of their work himself. He made friends, but he couldn’t get to close without his master finding out. When this happened, accidents would befall the less favorable servant in a pair. It kept the servants distant from one another and severed any communications within the mansion between the humans who easily outnumbered the two sorcerers. To make matters worse, Christian was also in charge of punishment, having to beat and whip his coworkers while under the mentalists’ control, because Master Thaume couldn’t get his hands dirty. That put him in an even more distant place than the other servants
All that finally stopped when Christian and two of the maids heard about the Griffons the first time. He was bringing food out to Master Thaume and his wife while the maids cleaned the room when a news story showed the queen killing off four members of a rebel group, and it inspired him. He served the food and hatched a plan after he was well away from the man who could read his mind. Over the next few days his checklists for the other servants were very odd, but not Master Thaume never read the servants daily chores and trusted Christian to handle it. This was a mistake, the chefs began losing knives, the maids misplacing fire pokers and umbrellas, the gardeners leaving tools out of the shed.
Over the next week the entire mansion had a secret communication through their schedules, complaints to Christian were code for preparations being finished, compliments to Master Thaume were more audible to the other servants, usually describing what he was doing that day and how proud they were to work for him. The planning and scheming came to an end when Christian lead Master Thaume to his room, insisting he take a well deserved nap only for the mentalist to find his vision going foggy. A mixture of cleaning fluid and spices dulled his cognition, and a quick hook of the ankles with a fire poker knocked him onto the ground where a maid had just mopped. Thaume was dead within minutes as two of the maids had beat his head over and over with broomsticks. His wife suffered a worse fate, she was outside enjoying a walk by the garden while the gardeners were at work. Technomancers don’t have very much control over shears and axes.
Most of the servants went to the griffons, finding work in the various outposts but Christian was determined to be of more help, he went to the front lines with a wish to end the tyranny of the Sorcerer’s most profitable occupation. The slavery of humans was to come to an end, and he wanted to be there to see it happen.



Other Stuff
Theme Song
The Loser Wins - Atmospher
I ain't the only one that walked away
Look around, everybody gone today
You all alone with your empty chest
So bury the bones with any regrets
and keep those skeletons piled in stacks