Naw, mine somehow grew up to be what Mimi calls a "festering lump" and I prefer to describe as a grouchy, prematurely old-man fish. We tried to breed him to a red-orange female crowntail, but she chewed him up and spit him out, so now he's a bit ragged looking. Seems to spend most of his time perched on various pieces of hardscape and glaring at anything that gets too close o_O' Like I said, the dad is a nicer fish.
Pretty sure this is also the same fish Kristina adopted when you moved - if so, he's been affctionately dubbed "Loki" and given a 1.5g acrylic tank all to himself, to live out his old age in peace. I assure you, I had nothing to do with any of it, except I did provide a lightbulb for the hood of the tank.