Eight is a hot-headed warrior, with a bit of an ego. Typically the first to rush into battle without a plan—at least, not until he’s about to attack; he more often than not puts himself in dangerous predicaments that could have easily been avoided, had he thought things through beforehand. Not one to dawdle and preemptively search for spells in his mental deck, he’ll often be seen scowling and grumbling, but will throw caution to the wind and charge forth regardless.

 In spite of his outwardly irritable demeanor, he is very caring toward his party members; and is more than willing to put his life on the line for them. If one can manage to break through Eight’s “tough guy” exterior, they will discover quite the softie. Always the first to check if everyone in his party is okay before himself, Eight will often be the first to help others heal while being the last to tend to his own injuries. His softer side isn’t just exclusive to his friends. Animals—and to an extent, monsters—have received firsthand experiences of his kinder nature; especially his pet rodent, Munchie (He even made the little guy a small sword and armor set!). While knowing he must fight monsters, he secretly owns a few pet slimes named: Goobert, Goolyseus, and Gooletta.

 When evening arrives, Eight is usually the first to fall asleep. Though on the few occasions that sleep evades him, he can be seen gazing up at the starry skies to admire the...you know, stars. If he learns that a party member is down during the late hours, he will do his best to bring up their mood by playing games, using his limited knowledge to cook them something, or simply help them with a task that’s giving them trouble.

 Eight has quite the reputation for being a jokester—despite being selectively mute. Even when in a dire situation, he will try to crack a joke if it means relieving his party of stress (while secretly keeping his own worries from surfacing). Having learned to utilize Trodainian sign language over the years, he will attempt to make gestures that lead into a joke. Unfortunately, most people in this strange new world don’t understand his signs, causing most of his jokes to fall flat. But hey, it’s worth a shot! Maybe one day someone will actually understand his various gestures. When his sign language jokes fall flat, Eight will pull out a wooden flute that a friend once gave him. Though he might not look it, Eight is actually very good at playing songs on his instrument, and can try to boost party morale that way—so long as no one gets mad at him for “bringing unwanted attention to the group.” During particularly trying times, Eight will actually pull out his notebook and write down what he’s saying so others can understand him. If he has the energy for it, and all else fails, Eight will go as far as to play charades in order to get his message across—no matter how silly it might be.

 One will only discover Eight’s most authentic self when he’s tired. When exhausted from the day’s events, one will find a much calmer young man, who’s too worn down to act on an impulse. While in this state, Eight is like a partially open book, willing to discuss some of his burdens about being a hero, but never sharing the full extent of his woes. When he reveals too much, he’ll quickly try to hide his feelings by saying something along the lines of, “It’s hard, but fun!” Or, “There’s too many things that could go wrong, so I just stopped worrying!”

 Being the self dubbed “least favorite” of Lady Luck herself, Eight typically channels his Dragovian Blood and short temper into executing stronger attacks than his heroic counterparts; but typically doesn’t take into account that he can be hit, leading to him getting blindsided on several occasions and losing. While he has powerful magic in his command deck, he rarely gets to use it, because Lady Luck never gives him the chance or satisfaction!