Eyes: Dull Gray (Has Heterochromia, Color returns when enraged)
Hometown: McDougal Castle, Scottish Highlands
Weapons pref.: Golden and wood baton, Flintlock pistol, hired killers
Quote: “Being willfully stupid is something I’m not normally akin to tolerating”
Scottish aristocrat who inherited everything and earned nothing. Once-beautiful golden curls now gray wisps requiring daily curling iron and Aqua Net to maintain his delusion of youth. Heterochromatic eyes fade to dull gray with age, blazing back to green and blue only when rage consumes him – the devil’s fire warning victims too late.
When inheritance dwindled, turned to arms dealing and human trafficking to fund a lifestyle his personal merit could never achieve. Wore silk heels and lifts like Louis XIV, painted beauty marks that time erased, required architectural undergarments to present the illusion of vitality while his body rotted from scotch and cruelty.
Orchestrated violence as performance art. The library beating of cousin Bruce revealed his nature – not a businessman who used violence, but a sadist who used business to justify bloodshed. Recruited broken men through grief: Don after Levi, Olaf after Teresa, Francisco after his father. Transformed mourning into murder until three wolves refused to kill children.
The sad boy who became the devil
INTERVIEW WITH A SCOTTISH NOBLE
LORD ARGYLE MCDOUGAL
BY: PIMBRY DULLFINKLE, ESQ. (EXP.)
LIVE A/V RECORDING TRANSCRIPT
PIMBRY
Lord Argyle, I’d first like to thank you for being so gracious as to host me in your lovely garden.
ARGYLE
The pleasure is entirely my own, lad. Are you enjooyin’ yer tea?
PIMBRY
An understatement, me lord. Th-the sweet nectar from the fruits of your family’s labour is unparalleled to this palate.
ARGYLE
A wee fumble but ye recovered nicely. Now get along then. Ask yer questions. I’m happy to oblige.
PIMBRY
Y-y-yess..sir, Lord! – right away.
ARGYLE
*giggles*
PIMBRY
Now then, a lot of our readers would love to know ‘What is a day in the life of a Scottish Noble’ Lord Argyle. What’s your morning routine?
ARGYLE
An interesting choice for a first question… *clears throat* Well now… To begin a day – ‘business shant wait!!’ My father, rest his soul, always said….that aside…. After a thorough skim of the market news…And on a Tuesday such as it is, I find myself partial to braised baby pigeon…wi-.…
*gurgling and screaming in the near distance*
AM looks back once, briefly — then a second time in a full turn, holding onto the armrests to ensure the quality of his view…. His eyelids open wide once then return to a half open position of offense and disgust as the sound of a gurgling man being drowned by his henchmen interrupts his interview.
…he turns back irritated by the affront and raises his hands to adjust his wispy tattered curls like a maestro might flap his tuxedo tails out before sitting down at a grand piano
ARGYLE
…Forgive me, lad…Some men have no grace…-with black pudding of course…..for lunch I fancy lamb’s blood soup, toast points and a refreshing, CRRISP! copy of the Feline Gazette….On occasion the letters from ‘Inquiry Afrikans’….however…*sighs* I lament, gem mines aren’t what they used to be lad.…
PIMBRY
….i-yu-ye- *coughs* yes…a pit-
*Heterochromatic eyes light up and a yellow-toothed grin appears*
ARGYLE
But! I hear rare earth metals are having a rise in share!!…I may invest in magnets meself! We shan’t forget the metals!
I’ve heard about this brilliant new form of finance…’creep-Toe’!! As ah oonderstand….one must have significant interests and amicable business intercourse with the highest echelons of the Egyptians…. However…I hear their current ruling party is not to be trusted!
PIMBRY
…Yes…sir – well I do believe I must be going – my wife is expecting…i-i-i just felt my phone ring.
ARGYLE
How lovely! I’ll be thinking of yer sweet family me boy!
