Summary
Andre Sang, the 8th god of Blood, is quite the conniving force to be reckoned with. What he doesn't have in strength, he makes up for with manipulation, schemes and the ever perfected art of ass kissing some, and irritating others. The vast majority of his fellow gods on the pantheon want nothing to do with him. He's seen often by them, as a petulant, bothersome child who wont stay out of everyone else's business. While they all know he isn't at the top of the hierarchy, including himself, only one of them seems to realize how low he really is on this food chain.
Personality
Andre, fundamentally, is a deeply selfish person. He does whatever he needs to get whatever he wants. With no regard for the consequences or how it may affect others. Cripplingly fearful about his ability to hold his own on the pantheon, he feeds off other people in order to gain protection, offerings, or an opportunity to strike. Yet it seems there's an emotional aspect to it as well. Sure, he can manipulate in order to gain tangible, quantifiable items, goods, and power- but he can also get praise, adoration, worship, and most appealing of all... complete and utter devotion, with no questions asked. For a man who insists his potential is untapped, his ideas are genius, and his leadership would be best- what a drug that is.
If nothing else, Andre is a charismatic, shockingly childish, grandiose, two-faced, selfish prick- that somehow brute forces his way into safety and success. To him, "no" is simply an inconvenience towards the path of forcing a "yes." And with that face and tone? Who are you to deny him?
Relationships
His relationships remain strained, or nonexistent. He harbors no real relationships with his fellow gods on the pantheon, except for two. One of which he has wrapped around his finger, desperately begging for protection, help, and excuses that let him scheme away scot-free. And another, which dreams of seeing him pummeled into an unidentifiable sack of meat pulp. Unwisely, he seems to enjoy pushing his luck with these two. Asking for more and more, poking the bear again and again, like a game of chicken. Testing the limits, to see just how far he can push before something happens.
Extra Info
The red underline on the bottom of his eyes is not makeup, it's natural skin discoloration.
His skin looks like it barely has any blood flowing through it. He resembles that of a porcelain doll.
His skin is ice cold.
He's built quite unnaturally. Almost resembling a cartoon. His upper body is so toned and muscular, that it's not only evident he's actively trying to show off, but it's juuust "off" looking enough, that it doesn't seem like a normal person would ever be able to achieve such a form.