[center][h1][color=cyan]Vesper[/color][/h1][/center]
[i]“Wearing some armour might help,” A child suggested to Vesper once, “At least then you won’t look like some scary ghost.”

[color=cyan] Well, It’s a little heavy sometimes, but at least now people can see me without being scared.[/color][/i]

 Vesper sparked through the bar as his form levitated above the wooden surfaces. Those who were regulars since he got there were used to that prickly static sensation that drifted over their backs when he rushed by, but sometimes guests and newer people didn’t really know how to act around the lightning-personified. The armor buzzed with sparks and glowed neon blue like the rest of him as he pulled a bucket in one hand along with a mop in the other.

 For someone that came into existence only a few years ago, with shockingly little information surrounding how the world worked, he did know how to work hard. In essence, he was created to be a servant, so things like sweeping and wiping tables and mopping floors came easily to him. Even now, just as the Lady Veda’s glass shattered against the floor; he was there a moment later with the mop at the ready, though it seemed that they’d already solved the problem just as he arrived there.

 [color=cyan]“Oh dear, a little slow on the upkeep, it seems,”[/color] Vesper sighed as he let the mop droop down just a little bit. 

 He’d been doing this for about a year now. Doing simple chores and odd jobs around the Inn to keep it looking tip-top. He rarely took requests on the board, and when he did usually it was to assist with research or simply to fetch something for someone else. To be honest, he only really did them for a sense of purpose. He didn’t need to eat or sleep really. Usually, all he had to do was go into a storm every few months and recharge by pulling the lightning towards him. They kept him around because he was so willing to help out, and, well, the rest of the world didn’t really know what to do for him.

 Plus, having a living incarnation of magickal energy around to scare off some unruly patrons was usually a good thing.

 In his moment of hesitation, he looked up to realize the man whose space he'd invaded. He tended to space out every now and again in his own reflection, leaving him staring both partially at the bartender and the man who was talking to Veda only moments before.

 [color=cyan]“Oh, uh… Hello. I’m sorry for rushing in here like this and I hope I didn’t surprise you!”[/color]

 His voice exudes a level of sincerity, the like of which is akin to an eager adolescent ready to take on the world, but the living plasma isn’t quite ready for something like that yet.