Mercury was a poet as a child. That's all he wanted to be. And he was good at poetry, he made quite a bit of money off it up until he was fifteen. He has to become a guard in order to protect the Royal Family, he didn't want to bring shame to his family. And he never had brought shame, never has and never will. Mercury has a tattoo on the left side of his face that pissed off quite a few people. It's like jester makeup, but it's permanent. And not a lot of people like that.

"Sometimes I regret becoming a guard." Said Mercury. He glanced around the room, his green eyes meeting the faces of his fellow guards. "I am surprised that we have not decided to leave the guard due to some of the things we have seen."

Mercury rested his gaze upon you. His lips just barely curl into a smile. It's not that noticable, but it's there. You are new to this batch of guards. You have been here a while as a guard, but not in this group. You were assigned to this group of guards a month ago. And Mercury has teased you and flirted with you as much as he can, never once going overboard with it.