Willus Grandure

A quiet 1800s noble with a skeleton in his closet? Who knew... This is Count Willus Grandure, our wonderful sleep deprived 31 year old adult of our tale. In a world of class and refinement, he was the black sheep. The silent bookworm, the eloquent noble who was enough of a gentleman to put the ladies at ease, but not enough to make them swoon. He wasn't bold or loud. Nor did he demand respect. He just... Existed. Or did he? Yeah, our dear Willus absolutely despised fellow humans. (Fellow introverts for the win!) Anyway... when certain nobles that had been getting too annoyingly focused on him, such as belittling him or talking trash about him, would have a "convenient" catastrophes to side track them. Yeah... He hated the human race so much that he would retaliate from the shadows tenfold. He ran an incognito information bureau so that he could keep tabs on every noble in the entire country. Oh, and have convenient black mail. Though he didn't seem like much on the surface, he was terrifying when it came to black mail. (This time, you are a cross dressing frog. I'm just kidding, be whatever you want. His informant, a noble he's been digging up dirt about, even a dumpster fire. Enjoy)