Name:

Alucard Fraiser

Age:

25

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Role:

The Crowned Heir

Thoughts on the Demi-Gods & Gods in General:

They are important creatures, they have a great deal of knowledge but Alucard is not inclined to listen to them. They moan and groan about the state of the land but he can see nothing wrong with it. He is fed and he is watered, that is what is important so why should he concern himself with these matters they bring before him and his mother.

Appearance:

Alucard stands at 6'4", a relatively tall individual with the cockiness to go along with it. He has an inverted triangle body shape that is well muscles and sculpted well along the planes of his torso and limbs. His skin is almost alabaster in colour, with the smallest pink areas on the bends of his joints. His jaw is strong, sporting an angular diamond shape.

His hair is a platinum pearlescent blonde that reaches his shoulders, usually pulled half up into a short ponytail. A few loose strands remaining at the front. His eyebrows are decently shaped and filled out, but they remain that same pale colour as they arch over his eyes.

Alucard's eyes are narrow with an upwards tilt towards the outer corners, resembling an almond shape. His irises are a pale ice-chip blue that catch in the sunlight and appear almost ghostly white. Lined with thick pale eyelashes, he possesses a very striking set of eyes.

Personality:

Whilst he possesses a beautiful outer shell, Alucard is a vindictive and intelligent being beneath the guise of idiotic ignorance. He plays up his insolence and portrays himself as the spoiled prince so that others slip up around him, that their tongues are loosened and their walls are lowered. It works absolute wonders.

He can be kind when he decides to be, but it will always be in order to serve himself. He is an extremely selfish man, anything and everything he does is for self-preservation or to empower himself over others. Even if that means breaking relationships, blood links and all else. After all, why should he care about others when they're really just there to serve him?

Strengths:

𖤐 Smooth Talker

𖤐 Tactician

𖤐 People-smart

Weaknesses:

𖤐 Cold and sharp-tongued

𖤐 Objectively cruel

𖤐 Very small social circle

Likes:

𖤐 Wine

𖤐 Festivities and the romantic interactions they entail.

𖤐 Being doted upon

𖤐 Honey and fruit

Dislikes:

𖤐 Disobedience from his subjects

𖤐 Overt sweetness. There is always a reason for being so generous, he does not trust it.

𖤐 Having his authority and birth right questioned

𖤐 Ideas of death, it is his one true fear.

Relationship Status:

There is talk of betrothement amongst the royal family.

Children:

N/A

Affiliations:

Other: Short, I apologise.

Name:

Llŷr [Hl-eer, rolling R]

She has no last name.

Age:

A newer offspring of Tyrfinyssul, she appears in to be in her early twenties.

Officially, 80 years old.

Gender:

Female.

Sexuality:

Any and all are welcome.

Godly Parent:

Tyrfinyssul

Godly Domain:

The Ocean and Waterways.

Role:

Demi-God

Thoughts on the Demi-Gods & Gods in General:

Being so young in the grand scheme of things means that Llŷr does not have much of an opinion on her fellow demi-gods. She has had a few interactions with a select few peers and they seem to be well meaning. Llŷr's view on the gods is slightly skewed, having Tyrfinssul as a parent is infuriating in her eyes, her parent is too relaxed. Too slack in their duties, there is much that Tyrfinssul could be doing, yet they do nothing but ponder around at their own leisure. She has not met the other gods.

Thoughts on the Mortals:

They are creatures hellbent on their own destruction. Wasting the forests, polluting their waterways with gunk from their inventions. They fight amongst themselves, they will be their own demise. Frankly, she hates them. They are stupid creatures without any forethought for their future and she would much rather annihilate them all to start fresh. It would benefit the lands and the waters greatly if they were to simply not exist anymore.

Godly Appearance:

Appearance:

Notes to self: Leopard seal, black/grey mottle, beauty marks, mid-sandy, tan spot, black eye, swirling black tattoos along both arms that conjoin between shoulder blades. BIG eyeballs

Personality:

An absolute firecracker of a woman, Llyr is primed and prepared to snap at anyone who treads on her toes. Many think that the offspring of Tyrfinyssul are mild manner and submissive, that may be the case with those that came before her, but Llyr has a fire within her soul unmatched by others. If she desires something then it will be hers, if she thinks something is stupid she will voice that thought.

Much to the disdain of those around her, Llyr does not possess a mind to mouth filter and will speak before thinking about the consequences. She does not care that she does this.

Whilst she is an unruly woman, Llyr is not a barbarian. She respects those around her as long as they are not idiots, which is rare. Finding comfort in a select few like-minded individuals, she is willing to listen to their opinions and dwell on them. Most of the time, Llyr still does not agree with their ideas, but sometimes she concedes and adopts a new idea from her companions. Unless it is a certain someone who seems to encourage her every thought and action, much to her appreciation.

Godly Powers:

𓆟 Water manipulation: A given when you are the demi-god of waterways and the like. The third power to manifest, it is unpredictable and Llyr struggles to control it, it takes great patience, something she does not have. She needs a great deal of training and practice.

𓆟 Siren's song: She has the voice of an angel, beautiful but barbed if she so desires it to be. Llyr can use this skill as subtly as adding the tiniest of melodic cadances to her words in a conversation to sway the minds of those around her. This was the second power to manifest, whilst confident in its use, she requires fine tuning.

𓆟 Morphing: Being a child of the sea means you need a form to transverse it. She possesses a marine form of a leopard seal. This also means that she is able to communicate with her fellow creatures. This was the first power that manifested with her, so she is the most adept at this.

Strengths:

𓆟 Strong Mind: Llŷr is set in her own ways, if she believes in something, she will ensure that it will come to fruition. Her views are likely to remain unchanged, it would take significant effort to alter any of her views. This also means that she is not easily fooled by other's attempts at manipulation.

𓆟 Singing: Like a siren, Llŷr is capable of singing sailor to their demise. Not only used at sea, she is able to use her voice to induce magical persuasion. However, she also possesses a lovely angelic singing voice, despite her usual harshness.

𓆟 Logical in isolation: Seeing situations in their entirity is important in understanding how to address them. For the most part, Llŷr is a logical thinker, unless she is around others that are altering her mood. Alone she is able to think through situations and come to a logical conclusion outside of emotion, however if she is within the proximity of others then she is likely to be influenced by her emotions.

Weaknesses:

𓆟 Hot-headed: She is sick and tired of the lack of action of the gods and her fellow demi-gods. They should have acted centuries before now, before she was even born, so that they could keep the natural order in place. She is frustrated, young and emotional. This makes her quick to react and quick to fight.

𓆟 Impulsive:

𓆟 Indulgent:

Likes:

𓆟 White wine

𓆟 Seals and other marine/fresh water mammals, although she does like all of those that dwell in water, these take her adoration in particular.

𓆟 Passionate, driven people

Dislikes:

𓆟 Passive bystanders to situations. They are pointless, why be present if you have nothing to add to their conversation.

𓆟 Humans. No explanation needed.

𓆟 Red wine.

Relationship Status:

Single.

Children:

No.

Affiliations:

Open

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Name:

Sir Vervain Honeycutt

Age:

24

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Bisexual, cleanly split down the middle.

Role:

Royal Guard

Thoughts on the Demi-Gods & Gods in General:

He thinks that they should listen to their Gods, they have wisdom beyond their years, beyond their generation. He wants to believe that they are correct in their ways, that they should listen to them and trust everything. But late at night he can't help the thoughts that encroach. If the Gods were so all powerful and generous, why would they allow his family to suffer they way they have? He supposes it is some form of punishment and he is attempting to atone for whatever his family's sin is by serving the royal family, willing to give his life in their honour if it means turning the tides of luck for his family.

Appearance:

A tall, spindle of a man is Vervain. Possessing a looming aura to the area he inhabits, a dark brooding presence that always induces a certain kind of pressure to the room, a tension left unaddressed. His misfortune only continued as his resting face lies somewhere between perpetually bored and incredibly irritated, he does not make friends easily.

With his height of 6'6", Vervain is a certified giant to most average people, he was never the largest fan of his height but it does aid him greatly in his chosen occupation. Gifting him the ability to stand high above the turrets to aim his long bow, making higher ground even more advantageous. Sporting a mostly linear body shape, there is an increase in smooth muscle mass in his upper body that allows the broadness of his shoulders to be more pronounced. Delivering a silhouette that looks rather divine, an inverted triangle where his waist and hips are enviously narrow by comparison. He only acquired this physique after focusing on his long range weaponry, beforehand he was a long rectangle with little definition.

Adding to the imposing image, his hair is kept just long enough to require some form of styling, often leaving some strands that obscure his face just enough to look intentionally creepy. The tail end of his hair just kisses the curve of his nape and shoulders, holding the soft colour of raven's feathers, iridescent gleen and all. A fact he is rather proud of, but he did proclaim he was akin to a raven once and was told he was more like a crow picking through the garbage. He thinks the smaller bird is still a pretty creature, not that many others do. Matching the colour of his hair, a set of sleek eyebrows lay over sharply narrowed eyes lined with dark, long lashes. Akin to the colour of soothing muted blue, but if one were to mix an ungodly amount of white paint into the mix to the point where his eyes appear to possess no irises upon a quick glance at his face.

An angular face with just enough sharp edges to give the impression of a diamond face shape, Vervain keeps his jaw clean shaven at all times, disliking the feeling of the stubble when he draws an arrow. There is a degree of fat at the harshest corners that give Vervain a small saving grace from the overall severity of his appearance.

In stark contrast to his hair, his complexion is pallored, waxen and outright chalky. It looks as though this man has never even heard about the sun's existence, let alone seen it in person. Despite his occupation, Vervain is often hidden beneath something during the day or operating during the night, so sun avoidance is just a part of his job description.

Being a young guard, Vervain has managed to avoid the marring of his skin as of right now, there are no major scars on his body. The occassional very faded scar from childhood perhaps, but nothing more.

His voice however, is an uplifting treat to hear. Joyful and full of life, Vervain's voice carries the boyish charm that many think are endearing.

Personality:

Vervain is a bouncing ball of encouragement and energy, he wants to make everyone around him feel happy and content no matter their current circumstances. Playing into his role as moral booster for the closely-knit team of royal knights came naturally to the young man, even if most of his coworkers would rather he kept his mouth shut.

Outgoing and confident in himself, Vervain is almost always the first to talk to new people they encounter, wishing that they have pure intentions. Even if they end up being murderers or plotting to overthrow the nobles, Vervain triest his hardest to see the light in them despite their obvious darkness.

Considering his family situation, he can be particularly barbed on the topic of where his money goes. With a high income as a royal guard, it is expected that his equipment is the newest it could be, that his clothing is pristine and if it tears that he buys a new one. He does none of these things. All of Vervain's clothing are stitched back together with patches and messy attempts at repair, his sisters are better at reparing his clothes but he never has time to visit home, so he must do it himself. If someone pushes the topic too far they will surely find out that while Vervain is a loving puppy dog most of the time, he absolutely packs a big bite with no bark as a warning.

Strengths:

ᯓ➳ Mental Fortitude: Vervain is a difficult man to ruffle the feathers of, he is able to keep his mind calm and focused on the task at hand. He does this my utilising breathing techniques, which in turn enable his fine motor skills to be fine tuned accordingly.

ᯓ➳ Upper Body Strength: His upper body is comprised of tight, well formed muscles to enable his long range weaponry work. Particularly his longbow, it requires a vast degree of strength to draw back and aim at a moving target to successfully hit true.

ᯓ➳ Overwhelming Optimism: No matter how dire the circumstances, Vervain keeps a positive disposition, seeking out the potential good in all situations. Sometimes he tries to seek the postive energy a little too desperately. It would take an ordeal of great hardship to shake this disposition.

Weaknesses:

ᯓ➳ Trusting: A double-edged sword that has gotten Vervain into many a predicament. He wants to trust those around him that he views as good people, but more often than not this leads to the poor man being taken advantage of.

ᯓ➳ Close Combat: Close quarters fighting is not his strong suit in the slightest. Whilst he can hold his own for a short period of time, his attacks mostly consist of bareknuckled strikes at any part of his opponent. He needs serious training in this department, luckily his incredible ability with long range weaponry enabled him to join the royal guard, under the agreement that he must train his weak area.

ᯓ➳ Desperation: Vervain is in a hard place, having to support his family with his earning alone. His father is bed-ridden and his three younger sisters all rely on Vervain for their survival. He will do anything to keep his job and will sacrifice almost anything in order to keep his family fed. It can cause him to become rather high-strung and anxious, converting to a twitching stuttering mess when something isn't working out in his favour as he desperately tries to sweet-talk. He is so spread thin that he often has dreadful sleep, increasing his fatigue as the weeks go on.

Likes:

➶ Vervain is an avid enjoyer of everything musical. He often ventures down into the entertainment houses and taverns in order to seek out the talent hidden within them.

➶ Food. Goodness, does he love food. When he first arrived at the royal grounds and his meals became more than a slice of stale bread and stringy gristle, Vervain was beside himself. Coming from a poorer background, the lands that are being destroyed are his family's livelihood, without their farm land they have no ability to feed themselves. Thus, he is not only a fan of food but borderline obssessive over it.

➶ Quiet, early morning archery practice. It brings him a moment of tranquility in his busy mind. It allows Vervain to close out the harsh reality and focus on that one thing he truly loves doing.

Dislikes:

➶ Cruel behaviour towards those less fortunate. Whilst most people also have this view, Vervain becomes extremely pent up about any negativity brought upon those with less. He would never speak up to those of a higher rank, but on nights when he has sipped one too many a drink, he has been known to get into a heated argument with the wealthier patrons of taverns.

➶ Those who are perpetually pessimistic, it brings on an awful feeling to the entire space that person is in. He does his best to counteract these people if he ever runs into them. There is a degree of pity for these people, rather than outright dislike.

➶ Birds. Not only do they disrupt his concentration when he is shooting, but they have beady little eyes that look like they're plotting something nefarious. They're feathered little weirdos and he doesn't enjoy their company at all.

Relationship Status:

Single but certainly up to mingle.

Children:

No, not a chance.

Affiliations:

His fellow knights.

Sir Vicente: Often being paired up together, they have been in each others company for an extended period of time. Vervain, whilst he is new to this royal guard business, he finds a comfort in being around those familiar to him. Vicente has become someone familiar, to his delight or irritation, Vervain doesn't quite know.

Family: They live on a rundown farm on the outskirts of the kingdom, having their land poisoned by something that ruined all of their crops. It poisoned their animals next and now they have nothing but the small cottage in the middle of the fields. His 3 younger sisters are all under the age of 17, they use their time to craft and make clothing to sell at the market. It isn't enough, so Vervain must request that a very large portion of his earnings are delivered to his family rather than himself.

An uncanny resemblance to a certain someone, until he opens his mouth.

Other:

Charlene (Lena) Hemlocke

Age:

25

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Straight

Role:

Heir to the House of the Lion

Thoughts On The demi-gods & gods In General:

She thinks they’re pretty snotty. With mortals, power gets you places. That power must be earned. With those who have the blood of the divine, they were born with magic they never earned. She respects some of them who have trained and learned to wield it properly, but is wary about those she does not know. With the gods themselves, she knows they created civilization so she supposed that humanity should give back due to that gift. It’s like paying back what is due. The gods gave humankind everything they have and now people are misusing what they have been entrusted with. Her family follows the goddess of war and wrath. They have previously inherited a weapon from the goddess herself and devoted themselves to her since. ___ sees the goddess as her source of strength and what has allowed her to gain prowess over the years.

Appearance:

She’s pretty muscular for a woman, as she has spent her entire life knowing that she is going to take over as the general someday in the future. She has sculpted muscles and can probably spend way too long flexing in the mirror, although she would never admit it. Her bronze skin is covered with knicks and other small scars from her time training. Her face has a tendency to become red when she is working or embarrassed. Her mud brown eyes are fierce, like she has spent a lifetime with her eyebrows furrowed and scrutinizing everyone. Council meetings are rough, okay?

Straight, long, deep brown hair. She usually has it tied back in a military-style bun so its out of her face. However, she loves having it down to feel its flow in the wind.

Her armor has shiny engravings in it of lilies. Because you can slay in battle while also slaying.

Lena stands with a soldier’s posture- her shoulders squared and her chin lifted. She has a strong build, with broad shoulders and powerful legs. Over the years, she has earned sculpted muscles and abs of steel. (Just don’t tell anyone that she spends her time flexing in the mirror.) Her strength is a testament to her relentless training and endurance. Her bronze-toned skin is covered in nicks, callouses, and scars from the countless drills she has lived through. None are dramatic, but they tell the story of her perseverance.

Her square face often turns her as red as a tomato when busy sparring or embarrassed by the teasing of her friends. She is rather expressive, her face being the window into her thoughts. Despite the stoic act she puts on, her expressions are always a dead giveaway to what is happening. Her most common expression is one of judgement. Her mud-brown eyes seem permanently narrowed in scrutiny. Years of handling council or other frustrating gatherings have etched a habitual furrow in her eyebrows, both giving her a fierce look and a perpetual migraine.

Her hair is long, straight, and a deep, earthy brown, typically pulled back into a tight military bun to keep it out of her face during training and council sessions. Practicality rules her daily life. However, she prefers to let it cascade over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her rare moments of rest give her the small pleasure of feeling the wind in her hair and lungs, reminding herself that it is okay to do things for herself sometimes.

She has become so used to wearing her armor that it is almost like a second skin (just one that clanks a lot). The lily-engraved metal was forged to fit her precisely. Her idea is that she can combine functionality with art, and keep everyone else from taking her stuff. She finds it as a juxtaposition between the beauty nature has to offer and a statement of the war that destroys so much of it. Outside of that, she prefers clothing that lets her move freely and quickly. Her tops are always fitted and her pants flowy, all of which are in muted colors so she doesn’t become the center of attention. She makes sure to always wear heavy footwear, a quirk she picked up through the years. They have a weight to them similar to the boots she would wear in combat. (Anyone who’s ever had to drive in cowboy boots their whole life and then switch to flip-flops knows what I’m talking about.)

Personality:

Lena has been taught the ways of council from a young age. She does not merely enter a room- she claims it. As a member of the military she recognizes the level of force she needs to earn respect when she enters a room. She speaks decisively, sometimes bluntly, and expects everyone else to keep pace. Hesitation is a weakness. A person should make a choice and stick with it regardless of what it gets them into. She holds little respect for those who are wishy-washy.

However, she is not reckless. She will never force her way into a situation without planning her entire approach. Formations, supply lines, morale, and consequences have been drilled into her head from a young age. What frustrates those around her is that she can not accept another perspective that may improve the plan. She feels she must be certain to lead, and uncertainty means losing the battle.

Something she has not grown to accept is that every emotion has its purpose. As she follows the goddess of wrath, anger is not something she fears. It can be refined into resolve and channeled into a motivation of its own. Joy and love create a drive to protect. Sadness, however, puzzles her. She has not yet found a way to take control of that emotion.

Behind her wall of confidence is a growing pressure. She knows she will inherit a title, a legacy. Knowing this, she doesn’t waste time comparing herself to others. She constantly works to improve herself. Those who can’t keep up get left behind. With her busy life, she doesn’t have time for nonsense. People who waste their time joking around and goofing off are bound to end up lost in life.

Feeling the need to be strong and protect everyone is one of her greatest motivations. She would hate to be unable to be there when it matters most. Thus, she has somewhat of a maternal instinct to those younger than her. She tries to help them as well, knowing that they might not receive the same support she had growing up.

Strengths:

Lena feels she is stronger than most soldiers within her ranks and definitely better trained than nearly all of the nobles in court. Unlike some people, she hasn’t wasted her time relishing a life of luxury. She knows that someone has to step up and will train so she can have the strength to become that person.

She excels at battlefield strategy, long-term planning, and anticipating enemy movements. Being several steps ahead is a necessity during times of strife.

“For the cause” is likely a statement she resonates with. She is determined to do almost anything to “take that hill.” If she must sacrifice her own desires to make the situation better for others, then goodby comfort, reputation, and happiness.

Weaknesses:

She is literally so stubborn. Lena struggles to accept advice, and it’s even worse if the person giving advice is not one she respects. Similarly, she does not hand out respect easily. Most of the people outside of the military are pampered.

She sees her own self-worth as a reflection of what she can do. She is more scared of injury and weakness than death. Don’t even mention failure to her. If she can come back stronger, she can. If it’s something that she can not attempt again… she’s probably devastated.

Likes:

Efficiency, order, and discipline. If a person doesn’t have those basic values, what in the red river valley are they doing with their lives?

The look of shined armor. It’s a person’s duty to clean it well. And it just works so well for checking hair during- no pay attention

She loves the smell of rain, like a spring storm from the back patio. The muddy barracks aren’t so pleasant though.

Dislikes:

Those who are indecisive and hesitant. Often cowards are only hiding behind their caution.

Demigods who flaunt their power without discipline.

Court proceedings taking literally forever. How about instead of gossiping about Margaret’s third husband we worry about the starving urchins, huh? As they speak, there’s probably six of them waiting for the court to end to throw them a couple of pennies.

Implications that she doesn’t deserve her position. She hates when people underestimate her.

Relationship Status:

She’s too busy for that; romance is not a priority in her life. Lena fears that emotional attachments would become vulnerabilities, leverage points for enemies, or distractions from her duty.

She isn’t immune to the occasional fantasy, she just chooses to ignore the distraction. If she ever were to consider it for the future, she would have to find a person who doesn’t act as a hindrance for her career.

Children:

none

Affiliations:

Open

Other:

I just locked in so hard to finish this

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Andante Richelieu

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Name:

Andante Leon Richelieu

Nickname(s):

Dante

Age:

25

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Raging Bisexual

Role:

Heir to the House of Dragons

Thoughts On The Demi-Gods & Gods In General:

Andante would consider them 'cool', until they're not, then they're just inconvenient. While not necessarily a young man with much faith in them, he wouldn't intentionally be rude to their face. Most likely, anyway. If anything, the only one of those divine entities that deserves any respect and doting would be the primordial demi-god - have you seen them? Surely anyone who gazed upon them could understand why they deserve songs written in their honor, most temples converted to praise and worship them, and the kingdom itself renamed after their greatness.

Appearance:

Andante is a tall, slender man at a height of 6’2 with a figure that is well-balanced with the composition of both toned muscle and dexterity. The vast makeup of Andante’s appearance could be regarded as mixed perfection - medium-length, wavy, neatly styled caramel blond hair, hooded eyes that fair more gray in coloration despite the subtlety of a violet hue, long, thick lashes, strong nose, and full lips. To balance the lighter pigmentation of his hair is a softly warmed skin tone, something synonymous with a year-round and sun-kissed tan. The general impression of Andante is not merely isolated to his attractive appeal but extends to that of how he carries himself and the demeanor he projects.

To most onlookers, Andante is a lax yet undeniably confident entity - charming yet exuding an air of purposeful mystery with his carefully crafted expressions and mannerisms. Being caught in the snare of eye contact with Andante is perhaps the most disconcerting aspect about him. He’s a difficult creature to read, but has the ability to effortlessly appear as if he’s looking right through whoever has his attention. A simple, thin smile as a dismissal from his stare is generally all it takes for an impression of uncertainty from others to dissolve. A smirk on this man’s lips, however, tells a different, more dangerous tale. There’s a subtle, lilting accent to his voice that is a pure but soft expression of the region he primarily grew up in - present enough to notice, not thick enough for his words to be misunderstood.

The only aspect of Andante outwardly that alludes to the spirited, intense diva lurking beneath his perfect skin is the diverse and opulent wardrobe he flaunts for any and all affairs. Being self-conceited at heart, naturally, Andante aims to be one of - if not the most - well-dressed figure in any room. Whether his attire leans on the more risqué side of the scale, or things regarded as more formal, regal at best, Andante’s fashion sense is never lacking. This includes the various jewelry and other items of ornamentation he styles himself with. Anything that’s worth grabbing attention - from the good, the bad, and everything in between - Andante will acquire for his wardrobe.

Personality:

Overview:

Passionate | Two-Faced | Mercurial

Obsessive | Ambitious | Hedonistic

Savior-Complex | Manipulative | Cunning

Dedicated | Codependent | Social Butterfly

Controlling | Loyal | Perfectionist

Witty | Charismatic | Emotionally Observant of Others/Blind To His Own Emotions

Description:

There are many ways to describe the complexities behind the makeup of Andante as an individual. To most, he’s a rather dashing and daring soul with charisma and cockiness being some of his most defining traits. Which are only natural considering he’s a rather prideful creature. A generally suave, charismatic individual is Andante, and amid his many masks, his charm usually fails to waver regardless of circumstance. His charisma has just enough pizzazz to woo whom he needs to, and to win over most people he desires. Flashing his dazzling smile and using pretty words works well in his favor as well. And as for his charm, it would be of little value if Andante could not wield the essence of flirting well. And for certain, he is a rather flirtatious man. It’s primarily his chosen method of communication for amusement, such as to fluster the men or women that are the object of his desire for entertainment.

It can very well be said that Andante is a man who desires amusement through various means. It’s almost cruel the manners of which he derives his thrills from on occasion, but he has little shame in laughing at the expense of others. The young man has a crude and dark sense of humor, though he isn't above childish humor as well. Sometimes, he finds it in his best interest to be a menace. Getting under people’s skin at least makes him feel noticed through his annoyances. And Andante cannot stand to not be noticed, let alone ignored. It saddens him so much it enrages him, and he is not a very forgiving creature when he feels he’s been wronged. He balances this obsessive need for attention by being rather horribly passive-aggressive to ensure he does not lose his throes of company amid his fits while also satisfying his desire to get even.

Andante is a noble brat who taught himself how to give and take love in all of the wrong ways through his own gallivanting ventures. He is a creature who craves both attention and affirmation, no matter how he must obtain being someone's sole fixation. While he was given everything he wanted, and conveniently everything he needed as the sole child to such a doting motherly figure, he came to learn acts of service earned adoration and respect - and he came to believe that he too could be an object of salvation to covet, to praise, and most importantly, to be loved. He has a tendency to desire to become whatever pinnacle of protection and safety he needs to be for whoever he leeches onto, even subtly altering his outward sense of self and identity if it means achieving his goal. Of course, such a way of life has led him down roads of bleak redemption and the occasional bout of unimaginable emptiness. Although even this rather unseemly side to the young man is more coveted, a quiet part of his backdrop compared to the louder, more charming and amusingly flamboyant aspects of his personality - the fussier parts of himself as well, if anyone could consider it endearing at best.

He is easily an alluring daydream masking a vicious nightmare of a person underneath, but even so, at his core, he is so desperate for love that he is a monster behind the beauty. Where he cannot and could not find love in the ways he craves and defines it, the blond embraces hedonism as a fix to fulfillment - serving reckless and indulgent, immediate pleasures no matter the cost to his health and those around him. Regardless of his indulgences, though, Andante is a man who is very careful about the projection of his image, and any interference with his carefully curated image is a threat he handles swiftly and cunningly.

Between the sheer loyalty and all-consuming love he has to offer, Andante is someone who will sabotage someones entire life if it means keeping them beside him - if he values that person's opinion and well-being, which is rare. For those he leeches onto for love and a sense of worth and identity, they become his entire world. He cannot function properly without constant affirmations and praise; he doesn’t know how to live without attention, good or bad, from the people he’s soulfully intertwined with. He may be a social creature that rarely passes on any reason to surround himself with others, but ultimately, it’s those in his inner circle who wield the most power over him, whether they realize it or not.

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Single, Eligible Bachelor But Fancies A Fine Divine Entity

Children:

It's More Possible Than Not That He Has A Bastard Or Two Running Around 👀

Affiliations:

His Mummy, Evangeline Margaux-Héloïs Richelieu

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The Bewitched said:

Res a royal guard and heir to Snake please? ^^