Name: Demeter Vanian

Age: 222

Gender: Nonbinary

Hair Color: Black with some grey, with a white stipe above the right eye

Eye Color: Stormy Grey

Height: 5'10"

Likes: Music, History, Animals

Dislikes: Spicy Food, Bigots, Capitalism

General Personality: To the "child" of an archaeologist and a rockstar, the extraordinary is ordinary and the ordinary is extraordinary. Having seen the world several times over, I'm just looking for some down time to get re-acquainted with the more human side of existence. Never really got the chance to live out a normal life while out on the road touring or in an ancient tomb, but the quaint appeal of a being a craft store employee is just what I might need to give me that "normal life" fix. That being said, my interpersonal skills are more than rusty to say the least - nonexistent might be a better term. With any luck this job will help me develop some of those nuances in interacting with others that I so sorely lack.

Brief History: Things from my earliest days are hazy at best, but I do remember living on a farm for most of my youth, which is likely where my love of animals and nature comes from - as well as my hard work ethic. You learn plenty of useful things on a farm, and develop some odd but useful skills that have saved my bacon more times than I care to remember. One day though there was... an accident. My memory from that time is spotty but my parents told me there had been a tornado that ripped through the area and as they happened to be passing through afterwards found me in a field, barely alive. After nursing me back to health they adopted me since there was nothing left of my old life, save for rubble and painful memories. Been exploring the world with them ever since, and I couldn't imagine my life without them. They understood my need to have a "normal" experience for once, but we make sure to call every night and check in on each other unless they're at a remote dig site with no reception (again).
Then again... maybe this craft store job isn't going to be as "normal" as I first thought...