Staph is quite an imposing man, at 55yrs old and 5ft 8in tall he carries an air of dark intent. The silent and sturdy as a rock type; his expressions and moods are hard to read. He arrives to the interview fully suited with his arms and legs wrapped in bandages. His facial markings are immediately striking, especially as we know that these patterns are not tattoos but part of his natural colouring. As requested he removes his jacket and several of the bandages to allow us to capture more of his unusual markings in the portrait.
Thankfully we were pre-warned not to shake his bare hands or otherwise make contact with his skin. Being a poison dart frog anthropomorph his skin is highly toxic.
Aside from being so venomous he might accidently kill you with the slightest touch, Staph appears to be a centred, calm and well-adjusted individual. His voice is deep, softly measured and rather soothing to listen to.
A keen observer, he listens and watches. He appears to dislike idle chatter and only responds when directly spoken to. A balanced, logical thinker Staph is far too good at reading other people’s reactions and calculating consequences. He states he distrusts everyone as a rule of thumb (or at least until they prove otherwise.)
Clearly physically fit Staph boasts impressive shooting and marksman skills particularly as he is able to poison his arrows and darts simply by rubbing them between his fingers. This is probably most handy as he is Luka’s top assassin. He seems unconcerned that anyone viewing this interview will now know the exact nature of his work, which we figure translates to being so efficient at his job that secrecy isn’t even necessary.
Whilst he enjoys being an assassin he maintains that he does not kill for pleasure, he believes in equality, in respect for all aspects of the natural world and tells us he often enjoys meditation.
Staph is also quite the family man, married to a fellow dart frog anthropomorph named Strep he speaks with great affection of his wife and their two children. It almost warms our hearts to think he takes the kids to the park and then settles down to a nice Sunday roast. For a moment we are drawn in by his velvety voice and a painted picture of happy wedded bliss.
Then we remember his profession.
The thought you might wake one night to see him perched on the end of your bed or staring out from the darkest corner of your room is quite frankly terrifying.