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Darkiplier: Characterization

• Full Name: So, when Dark decided to call himself ‘Darkiplier,’ he didn’t actually take a first/last name into consideration, so he just let’s people assume his full name is ‘Dark Iplier,’ as strange as that might be for most people when meeting him for the first time.
• Age: Technically 152 years old, considering the date listed below for his birthday, (as well as Celine and Damien’s ages when they died), but he looks around 31 or 32.
• Height: 5’11
• Birthday: I mean, the man has like fifty thousand birthdays that are debated over by the fandom, but I like to consider the day that he actually, truly became Darkiplier his real birthday. This date takes place at the tail end of the Who Killed Markiplier: October 13, 1928. He has been on the channel for 10 years.
• Pronouns: Primarily he/him; however, he is genderfluid, so he also has the occasional feminine day—on which she prefers to go by she/her—and thus shifts her physical form to convey so.
• Sexuality: Sexuality is not something that Dark often thinks about, and he usually doesn’t care romantically for anyone except his husband, so he really isn’t one to introduce himself with any specific label. Despite this, he wouldn’t mind or particularly care if people were to call him polysexual and demiromantic, as their descriptions are the closest to conveying how he feels.
• Favorite Color: Ironically, he’s very fond of the color white. He likes how bright and pure it is in concept compared to the other colors that he’s capable of seeing.
• Favorite Food: Dark is a general fan of pasta, and he likes to cook authentic Paccheri al Forno recipes when he has the time, because they’re usually easy enough to make at home and are 10/10 squisito. Honestly, he just loves Italian food.
• Favorite Dessert/Sweet Item: Raspberry cheesecake paired with a glass of sparkling lemonade on a hot day is literally like untouched heaven for Dark. He also, funnily enough, loves a bit of dark chocolate as a little treat.
• Favorite Drink(s): In no particular order, Dark’s favorite drinks are champagne, red wine, and black coffee.
• Favorite Fruit: His husband Plums and black cherries.
• Signature Scent: Cedar wood, spearmint, and the light fragrance of ozone, petrichor, and something…cold. Overlaid with a light spritz of an expensive cologne for special occasions and such.
• Favorite Song: Probably either “I’ll Be Around” by Don Cherry or “Maybe” by The Ink Spots, because they both make him feel calm and remind him of Wilford. Dark still enjoys music from the 20s-50s, and has a little cart of old records in his bedroom that he’ll put on while he’s relaxing.
• Favorite Movie/TV Show: He enjoys both the original 1964 black-and-white version of The Addams Family, as well as the movie from 1991.
• Favorite Musical: The Phantom of the Opera, Chess, and Jekyll & Hyde name a few of his favorites. 
• Favorite Book: The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, for… reasons.
• Aura: A monochrome film that often bleeds into the space around him, leaching all color from what it touches, (though the color will slowly return within a minute or two once the aura withdraws from the object or area). Dark glows with an outline of red and blue that glitches and tends to split into two separate figures of respective color when he becomes immensely stressed or furious. His voice echoes unnaturally no matter how full a room might be, and a subtle ringing noise follows him at all times–a noise that will rise or fall in pitch and volume depending on his mood/emotions, or simply if he wishes for it to do so in order to bring discomfort to others. Dark holds the ability to pull the monochrome further into his body to the point where he almost appears like a regular human, with only the faintest glow of his red and blue aura pulsing around him, (something that otherwise could be passed off as a trick of the light for anyone who isn’t in the know about him), however he doesn’t often care much to do so. Additional abilities include the ability to manipulate the void for things such as teleportation and storage, manifesting figures out of black smoke, manifesting inky black tendrils similar to tentacle appendages from his aura, instilling deep psychological terror in whomever he wishes to, skilled emotional manipulation, and mental communication through his aura.

Darkiplier: General Headcanons

• Dark is one of the few egos that the others see as a parental figure; however, the ones of whom he is literally the father are Yandereplier and Glitchiplier. (Bim honestly might as well be–and Dark and Wilford consider him so–but he is around CC!Mark’s age and was created as an official ego, so only in technicality, he is not.)

• Dark has the ability to shapeshift and change his physical form at will, which is a power he doesn't often use, other than to make himself more comfortable on feminine days. Using this power often takes little to no effort from him. Naturally, he can also bend his form into the most unthinkable inhuman horrors that are far beyond a person’s worst nightmares. (Something that will occasionally happen accidentally, which is not fun for anyone involved.)

• He is a very gifted singer and piano player, (he gets the piano skills from Damien), though he doesn’t play often. When he does, it's usually as the odd practice session whenever he needs to bring his stress level down. He has also played for Wilford on occasions, as well as Yandere in order to get her hyperactive ass to actually go to sleep when she was much younger.

• Dark can also speak fluent French! (Another talent attributed to Damien.)

• He finds a strange sense of comfort in the Host’s library, and due to this, his informal visits to the basement outnumber the ones regarding visions and other such information. (Honestly, he also just wants to check up on the Host from time to time, considering that the blind ego spends literally almost all of his free time alone.)

• Dark also enjoys spending time in CJ’s garden in the back of the manor–something that he, RJ, Eric, and the Host all share in common–and will often sit out and enjoy the sun when he isn’t drowning in legal arrangements, bills, or any other general paperwork forced upon his already suffocating workload.

• Dark is almost fully colorblind due to his aura perpetually draining the color from around him. He can only see black, gray, white, blues, and reds. Whenever he pulls his aura into his body to appear human, he regains his ability to see color for the most part, but it takes a while for his eyes to adjust.

• He despises the cold. Dark can stand a breeze, of course, it’s just that he hates when it’s freezing or storming outside because it makes his dead, broken body even more unbearable to control than usual. On top of this, he has a mild fear of thunder due to the events of Who Killed Markiplier, and he does his absolute damnedest to hide it from the other egos in order to shelter his pride. (And perhaps just a bit because he cares enough about them that doesn't want them to be worrying about him, but he couldn’t admit that either, due to said pride.)

• Speaking of pride, yeah, Dark is a horrible creature of pride and habit. He likes his day to have a set structure—but he, unlike Bim, can adjust to interruptions far easier if absolutely required, however he won’t be so happy about it. He usually does much of the same things each day, and none of them particularly have anything to do with self care, unfortunately. Dark is usually very stubborn, and it takes endless pestering for him to finally crack on something that he’s declared final.

• Dark cares deeply for the egos, and feels a strange connection with each and every one of them. He has much trouble expressing this, as he is ever the stoic leader who is unwilling to show his feelings, but over the years his rough shell has begun to crack towards the people he loves. If anyone were to ask the others, some of their favorite moments with Dark have been when he was relaxed and genuinely comfortable with them, and not just as their boss, but as a part of their family.

• To add to the earlier idea of a broken body: It is literal hell to have to force a physically dead body to work again. Due to magic, willpower, and black coffee being the only damn things keeping this old sack of revenge “alive,” Dark suffers from chronic pain that will spike unpredictably on random days. Understandably, on such days Dark can’t really muster up the energy or care to do much of anything on these days, so he usually just stays cooped up in his room. (Not that he usually does anything different, it’s just that he isn’t working himself back into the grave as per usual, and he is in a significantly greater amount of pain.)

• Speaking of this, Dark still keeps Damien’s cane in his room, and it leans discreetly against the bed frame for when his pain spikes or whenever he is feeling nostalgic and decides to carry it around with him for a little while.

• Spiders are oddly attracted to him, which Google hates for reasons that will become clear a bit later in the android’s own headcanons. Either way, Dark is just as enamored with the little critters as they are with him, and he will often summon little wisping strands of his aura for them to chase and crawl around on if the curious little things hover around his work long enough for him to notice. He dreams of getting a tarantula one day, but for some reason, his husband is extremely hesitant to allow one to reside in their shared bedroom. Couldn’t begin to imagine why. (*Heavy Sarcasm*)

• Dark is an amazing cook, which is a trait that was shared between both Celine and Damien when they were alive. This man could probably cook anything—like honestly, him and Bim as a team when catering for the egos’ social gatherings is the dream for everyone involved. Of course, holiday food pops off every year without fail, as well.

• While Dark is technically a separate entity from Celine or Damien, they still live in his head, and he has their memories and emotions, and opinions. He, of course, doesn’t speak for them and their characteristics do not speak for him. Under specific circumstances, when his form splits as mentioned in the Aura section, the twins will flicker into the figures instead of copies of Dark, in a way similar to the end of Who Killed Markiplier. The three of them exist together, bound by revenge, regret, pain, and something darker. The twins can talk to Dark, if they wish to. After all, they may never rest so long as they are a part of the entity Darkiplier, so what reason would they have not to?

• Dark’s aura will appear predominantly blue or red depending on which twin is beginning to take control. For example, if Celine wants to influence his decisions and speak to him, Dark’s aura will flare red, and his eyes will flicker in the same shade while she is doing so. Because of this, he will often close his eyes when one of the twins begins speaking to him, so that the other egos don’t question it. Celine and Damien cannot fully control Dark in any way; however, if one of them really wants to do something, Dark will often do it without thinking. (One rare instance when Yancy’s hair was absent of gel, Dark happened to walk past him and Damien had a sudden impulse to run a hand through the man’s fluffy hair, which Dark then simply did without any second thought. Yancy smiled, confused, while Dark just blushed in mild embarrassment and apologized, claiming he had no idea why he did that before abruptly turning the other way and going back to his office. Damien was happy, though.)

• He and Reynolds have an strange understanding of each other, for literally no reason in particular. The two will just be sitting in the same room in complete silence, and will simply get it, despite them both being the furthest from any sort of similarity.

• Dark has a complicated friendship with Mark (Resident Enis), both because of his name, and because of the fact that Mark once knew Damien due to him slipping through time while trying to find the egos. He’s a bit awkward around the survivalist, and prefers to call him ‘Res’ or 'Resident’, because even thinking about his real name leaves a foul taste in his mouth—for obvious reasons. Res doesn’t particularly mind this, since the nickname easily grew popular with the other egos after he stopped going by Enis’ name, and does indeed make it easier to talk about him without setting off Dark or making others think they are talking about the actual content creator Mark(iplier). Either way, Damien tends to drift to the front of Dark’s mind when the two spend time together, but the former mayor tries not to add any input, because he knows that it would only make it harder for Res to move on; however, when he can’t help but say something, Dark tries to word it in a way that makes it seem ambiguously like Damien, since Res is thoroughly unsure if Dark himself is Damien or not and feels as though it’s not his place to ask. Res still calls him by the former mayor’s name sometimes purely by accident—before scrambling to correct himself—and every time this happens, it manages to catch Dark off guard just the same as it did the first time, but he can’t ever bring himself to feel angry about it.

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Wilford Warfstache: Characterization

• Full Name: William J. Barnum Wilford Motherloving Warfstache
• Age: He looks to be around 32, but in reality is like 147 because of William’s age and both his and Wilford’s own birthdate, (despite them being the same person shhhh).
• Height: 6’1
• Birthday: November 9th, 2012, not that he really remembers. (I consider Wilford’s birthday to be different from William’s, and this date is his first official appearance on the channel.) He's been on the channel for 10 years.
• Pronouns: He/him
• Sexuality: The most dizzying pansexual whirlwind anyone will ever have the pleasure and/or displeasure of meeting.
• Favorite Color: I want you to take a guess. (It’s pink.)
• Favorite Food: A bit of a random choice, but sushi. Either that or strawberry pancakes.
• Favorite Dessert/Sweet Item: As one could imagine, Wilford is a lover of all things sweet, so asking him to name his favorite type is like telling him to pick a favorite child. If he was hypothetically held at gunpoint, (because he probably wouldn’t care all too much if he literally was, but let’s just go with the metaphor), he would have to say either cream puffs, macaroons, or swirl lollipops.
• Favorite Drink(s): Martinis, and believe it or not, he likes them even more if he actually gets the chance to drink them!
• Favorite Fruit: Donut peaches, because they are one of the sweetest varieties of peach, and are perfect snacking size :)
• Signature Scent: Sugar, smoke, bubblegum, gunpowder, and a little bit of peppermint—a set of very contradicting scents that blend together and create this oddly comforting, wildly manic smell that is just so incredibly Wilford.
• Favorite Song: Wil adores any and all disco era music from the 60s-70s, but his favorite song is probably either “You Should Be Dancing” by Bee Gees or “Funkytown” by Lipps Inc.
• Favorite Movie/TV Show: Wilford’s favorite movie is Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, the original. He also thinks that the boat scene is funny and charming, while literally everyone else in the manor finds it at least a bit disturbing.
• Favorite Musical: Definitely either Wonderland or Spamalot!
• Favorite Book: Wilford doesn’t exactly have the attention span to read books, as he normally grows bored of them by the first nine or so chapters. William, however, was quite fond of The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne—found it hilarious. Back when they were younger, neither Mark nor Damien could ever quite understand what it was about the book that he loved so much, but they let him have his fun regardless.
• Aura: A swirling, pink and yellow psychedelic disaster that trails sequins and glitter literally everywhere and is borderline painful to look at for too long. Wilford doesn’t often allow his aura to manifest on its own, and will instead summon it for whenever he deems it necessary, or when he is under intense emotional strain. Wil can also reach into his aura and use it like a pocket dimension to store things in and transport stuff to himself, similar to the way Dark uses the void. He can also, as seen in his In Space With Markiplier cameo, summon pink wormholes to do much of the same. Additional abilities include teleportation, time bending, the ability to know about some events far before they occur and think seemingly nothing of it, and creating cotton candy out of thin air.

Wilford Warfstache: General Headcanons

• Wilford can actually speak fluent German and Japanese, and sometimes he’ll absentmindedly slip between these and English—mainly Japanese—while speaking. This does nothing but confuse the others as to how he even remembers how to speak them, but sometimes he and Google will converse in one of the two languages when they need to do something secretive like buying gifts for the egos, or making quiet little comments that only the other can understand, (as well as Bing/the extensions), because they find it amusing. (He and Henrik will also occasionally have little moments where they joke in between themselves and Dr. Iplier ever since the German doctor first found out that Wilford could speak in his mother tongue.)

• Wil does a lot of…questionable things at times, but one of the more decidedly mundane activities he enjoys is collecting buttons. He doesn't have a formal collection to sort and display or anything, he just likes to pick up pretty much any loose button that he finds to pop into the little glass jar he keeps in one of the drawers by his bedside in his room. Since he spends most of his time in Dark’s room rather than his own, that little button jar is one of the only things that keeps him coming back. He’ll pour his button collection out on his bed and count them for a bit, before getting bored in an absurdly quick amount of time, he’ll shake the jar because he likes the sound it makes, he’ll look at all the different shapes and colors of buttons in the jar…like that thing can actually keep him entertained for a surprising amount of time. Wilford doesn’t really bring up the topic of his collection that much–because he’ll sometimes forget about it for a while, before remembering of its existence and becoming very happy because of it–but every now and then he’ll find a little handful of antique buttons next to a heart-shaped lollipop on top of his dresser whenever he’s done a favor or something similar to please the Host.

• Along with Bim, he and Dark also view the Jims as though they are their sons, even if they are not biologically. The two have known the twins for a very long time, longer than Wilford can even remember, and regardless of their ages have always felt wildly protective of them–mayhaps because they were the first other egos to show up at the manor. Either way, the Jims share a similar sentiment about the husbands, and see them as parental figures.

• Wilford has worn and rocked a dress on multiple occasions. Not much else in terms of detail for this one other than he slays.

• He will bring someone home for Bim every now and then, much to the game show host’s delight, (while he does enjoy the hunt, it can oftentimes be exhausting). Because of this, Wilford is very aware of his son’s personal taste in prey, and will keep a look out accordingly for certain physical and personality traits. He is, understandably, quite hush-hush about this with anyone other than the egos, as he would loathe to tarnish Bim’s glowing public reputation.

• Wilford still gets random flashbacks to the events of Who Killed Markiplier, and all they do is distress him because he knows that these people were important to him, but he cannot remember who any of them are or what ended up happening to them. He will also occasionally slip into rare lucid episodes, during which he can remember almost everything, and is sent spiraling downwards into pain and confusion as his brain finally catches up to the tragic fates of his best friends, the blood eternally staining his hands, and every horrible thing that he’s ever done. He has called his husband ‘Damien’ in this state more often than not. These episodes are extremely dangerous for him, and it takes all Dark has to prevent them from even happening at all.

• Like Bim, Wilford is an incredible baker, and specializes in anything sweet and sugary. Baking is another one of Wil’s favorite pastimes, and he adores doing so with the others for holidays and other special occasions–his homemade strawberry shortcake is a fan favorite among the egos.

• Wilf absolutely uses old slang from the 20s-60s on occasion and sees nothing wrong with it at all. Bing in particular finds this hilarious, while Google prays that he doesn’t pick any of it up. Funnily enough, since it's common for Wil to do this, Dark has also accidentally let a few old slang words slip before–something that the others have definitely refused to let him live down.

• Wilford will have random spikes of mania that make him extremely unpredictable. Mania affects Wilford in a drastically different way than anyone else, because of his shattered mind, and loose grasp of death and guilt. The other egos have been instructed to lock themselves in their rooms if Wilford becomes delusional as a result of this, at least until Dark has attempted to calm him down. The journalist’s misunderstanding of the concept of death is particularly damning for the others if they come across him in this state. He is mostly highly excitable and pumped full of energy, but is quick to agitation–which is why it is best that the egos hide away until the episode has passed.

• Wil’s eyes are sensitive to very bright lights, for all his love of vivid and psychedelic colors. It isn’t terribly bad, he just gets headaches when his eyes take in too much intense lighting at once. Despite vaguely remembering this, he still wonders why his head starts pounding whenever he looks up at the sun.

• Unsurprisingly, this man is an excellent shot. God, he barely has to try. The only thing that messes him up is the fact that his hands start shaking whenever he’s excited or focusing intently on something, much to his displeasure.

• This man stims all over the place. Random little noises, hand flaps, fist shaking, twirling his hair, repeatedly swinging out the barrel of his revolver for no reason, fiddling with the collar of his shirt…honestly, he does it all. This bothers literally no one except for Google if it’s Wilford toying with his gun, because the click of the barrel drives the android insane (which is why the journalist will sometimes do it on purpose). Otherwise, Wilf just does his own thing.