Buttermilk Cookie

Magical abilities

Buttermilk often positions himself as a priest, so he has the ability "Sacred Judgment." With this ability, he can create a five-meter-wide field around himself, knocking down any creatures that enter the field, as if they were hit by an earthquake, even though there is no earthquake. This ability does not consume a lot of mana, but it requires cooldown. It serves as a defensive measure and a distraction.

Personality

He used to dream of becoming someone special, someone who would be valued and respected, but that person is long gone. On the surface, he may seem kind and gentle, but that's just an illusion. He believes that everyone's worth can be easily diminished. Kind people are easily broken, and where do their values go? Did they even exist in the first place? There may be a few stubborn individuals, but they're nothing to worry about. Behind the light, there's always darkness, and one day, everyone will be consumed by it. And Buttermilk is not averse to helping the process. Doesn't like skin-to-skin contact, so he's willing to wear three layers of clothes just to avoid anyone touching his skin, so yes, he's squeamish about touch. Buttermilk can also be as venomous in his words as a snake. Perhaps this man has long since lost his conscience.

Appearance

His physique is not large, but it is quite toned. This is the result of long, exhausting training sessions while on the side of light, and his cross, which serves as his weapon, is not easy to carry. It's not like beating nettles with a stick; you need a strong grip. His hair is the color of custard. In general, his hair looks like it's made of custard, with neat curls framing his face from the cheeks, which resemble drops of condensed milk slowly dripping from a spoon. It was as if a kind master was carefully drawing each of them. The eyes are yellow, more like golden oak, bright and eye-catching. There is a mole under the left eye. Buttermilk's usual outfit resembles the everyday attire of a Catholic priest, so we can say that he wears a cassock, which is white on one side and black on the other. The hem of his robe resembles an umbrella, at each end of which is attached a soft ball corresponding to the color of the side. In the middle of the color, there is something resembling a scarf. Its ends flutter in the back, and in the front, there is another "offshoot" of the scarf, with a black and gold pattern. The guy's hands are always covered with black gloves.

Story

"On a starless night, one man was gazing up at the pitch-black sky... Buttermilk once boasted a soft, gentle flavor, but now that all remains is a horrible, curdled sourness. It is said this man once dreamed of becoming a knight, shining as bright as the stars in the sky, and even joined the Citrus Order. But like a drop of syrup spreading through pure-white milk, this pure-hearted man's innocent aspirations soon turned dark, and Buttermilk was ultimately expelled from the Order. He spent days and nights crying without pause, until his tears ran dry. With his flavor, scent, and even destiny all completely changed, Buttermilk swore to turn his back on the stars that had so mercilessly betrayed him. ... But within his eyes, a faint feeling of loneliness can still be sensed, as he stares into the dark midnight sky."