Fugue's End: Monster in the Darkness
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Cornelius - Jovial Spirit
Cornelius is a playable companion, and side character in Fugue's End. Cornelius forms part of the Wraith race of the Undead. They are wandering spirits who follow the biding of those who summon them, but Cornelius doesn't know who that person is so he has self-autonomy.
Cornelius was a man whose future was cut far too short. He was a leatherworker who wished to prove himself in battle, gain glory, and fame so all the women in town would sing his praises, but he sadly ended up the first casualty of the first fight he ever participated in. Worst of all, due to a clerical error, his death was ruled to be not from a bout, but gout. It then got further misconstrued until he became infamous for dying from a drug overdose. His close friends knew that wasn't true, but the rumor mill kept churning, and as he was already dead he couldn't really defend himself from them.
That was until he woke up one day in a ghastly form. He had become a wraith, but suspiciously one that retained his memories. Now he attempts to meet up with his old friends, but his new body has made things complicated. With few allies, he roams around the plains until a chance meeting with the Iron Wing allows him the chance to reclaim the proper glory he was denied.
Cornelius is someone who doesn't try to take things seriously. He's fun loving, impulsive, and a bit of a jerk, but beyond all else, he loves making people smile, and have a good time. He's a sort of class clown who tries to keep the mood up, and tries to pass himself off as cooler than he actually is. His speech is unrefined, and unserious, but he'll never abandon a friend. The closest modern comparison point is someone like Billy from Zenless Zone Zero, but older. Cornelius died at the age of 34, and it's been ten years since his death so think of him as a 44 year old man instead.
- Fool
- dumb
- male adult
- class clown
"Whoa, kid! Hold on a second there! I ain't no threat. See I can even talk unlike those other spooky monsters so let's put the weapons down, and chat a while. My name is Cornelius. What's yours, kid?"
"Phew, glad you boys bought new alcohol. After the others drank the last batch, I was getting scared I'd have to cut back. The horror...
"Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, but mark my words pal, Cornelius will be a household name one day!