Profile R-352: Vagabond

Written description:
Age: 20's early 30's
Eye colour: Light green
Skin and Hair colour/type:  Golden brown skin, and his hair is dyed in clownish colours. Split down the middle with red and blue, and the bottom split a third time with a saturated orange. By his body hair beneath his clothes, his actual hair colour could potentially be dark brown or black, but that too, is unknown. 
Body: Gangly and angular. Handsome, but not in the conventional way
Extra notable features:
- He always wears his clown make up.  Always. Its unknown what his natural face looks like.
- Vagabond is immortal; Any damage done to him, is undone in around 12-24 hours when he wakes up wherever his body was tossed 
- Despite his many deaths and many revivals, he doesn't have a single scar on  him

Other
Origin: Chronoscape
Religion: Athiest (yes, even after entering a world with god level beings such as dragons)
Morals: Neutral. He doesn't care about much these days. Just making sure Sergei, and the circis,  runs well and doesn't die. 
Orientations: Uncaring, so long as they are also, preferably, immortal. He has no idea how long he'll get forced to live. 
First/closest Dragon(s): Unknown
Voice: Carries an accent similiar to the Abrendese (London accent)
Scent: Grease paint, Cigarettes, Whiskey and Popcorn
Clothing styles:
- Is seen only in the clothes pictured; That being a clownish striped suit jacket of bright strawberry red on the left side, bright tangerine orange on the right. A pressed pair of Cobalt blue trousers. A green woolden vest, with a white dress shirt beneath it seemingly, its collar poking out above the crew neckline of the vest, a comically large bowtie secured around his throat (it also being cobalt blue, with stripes of red and orange on the design). His feet are clad in dual coloured, leather, clownish  styled dress shoes. They're different colours, one orange and one white to match the jacket side they're on, with white soles and patterning and laces. 
- His cufflinks and buttons share the same colouration as the bow tie
- He has a single pocket on the red half of the jacket, orange striped 
- A comically large white daisy is tucked into his lapel. 

Shares a home and is in a loving relationship with - None currently
 

Vagabond is one of Sergei's - a small time criminal in his own world, trying to make it big and failing due to yknow, not actually  being evil -  closest 'minions' and one of his oldest, having been with him since he first decided to start being a 'mastermind' instead of a petty criminal. Though as much as Sergei likes to think, not much has changed in five years. He appears to be in his late 20's early 30's and has multiple vices, two of which being excessive smoking and drinking, but neither seem to negatively effect his health much. 

His past is also a mystery, but one certain thing about him is that he tends to be extremely lucky with his health. No matter what happens to him, how close to dying he gets, he comes back healthier then he'd ever been. Sergei commends it and asks about his health routine but eventually stopped after the fifth time when the ex-entertainer threw a bottle at his head and told him to 'mind his own damn business'. Sergei, realizing he'd hit a nerve of some kind, politely respected boundries and never asked again for fear of keeping his face how it is; Unmangled. Sergei found him drinking himself to sleep in an alleyway on his way back home from college, an out of work childrens performer, and stubbornly wouldn't leave until Vagabond followed him - bottle of whisky in hand - back to his home. He never really left after that and acts as guardian and chief assistant and logical advisor to his misdoings. Also ends up being the test subject of new inventions more often then not by accident.

That was until Sergei, by some enormous fluke, ended up opening a real, honest to god PORTAL TO ANOTHER DIMENTION in their break room after a miss fire of some invention or another. Both he and Vagabond were sucked through into this new place- and it was a stroke of pure luck that they not only happened to have magic enough to attract compass owning dragons, but also, not to get picked up by Moondrifters or Peregines or who knows what else. Thanks to Vagabonds survival skills, they managed to survive at least barely until they gained dragons by pure fluke. Those dragons then informed them of their predicaments, their location and how to survive even better.

After a long time wandering (and grieving on Sergei's part about all his lost, beloved minions back home), Sergei saw a travelling circus and seemed to fall in love with the idea. No point being an evil mastermind when there were all these cool people and cool dragons around, right? Vagabond was not very happy about this plan. But their dragons already looked a little... odd. So why not profit off of it? It was nice to finally come across creatures that seemed about as weird as he himself was. It was an odd comfort. 

So together, Sergei and him founded a travelling circus of sorts and trained their dragons and hired staff later down the line to both help care for them and perform themselves. Of course... Vagabond, as usual, was the real mastermind behind it all and the caretakers for the more wild exhibits that hadn't truely bonded to either of them. All Sergei really did was wear the ringmaster hat and knit all the staff personalised coffee cup warmers for their birthdays. 

Good at cooking and sewing. While he can't have the exact same vices now he's in Sherok, he's curbed his nicotine cravings with other mild, new addictions instead. Though he's mostly got a level head these days. This world seemed less lost then the original one. Maybe living forever wouldn't be such a bad thing here.