This is Sanyo news! The warmth of summer has just arrived, the odd chill that was spring is now gone! We got some strange news for you rumor mongers though. It seems that there is a cherry blossom tree atop the Bubble. All attempts to have it taken down seem to have failed. For now it still seems to be under investigation.
Basics Full Name: Julius Levian Rosier Nickname(s): Jules, Lius, Lev, Levi (lev-ee) Age, D.O.B.: ? ?, "November 7th" Gender: Male Class: Sentient Shadow Arcana: Devil Grade/Career: Considers himself something of a ‘freelancer’ and does all sorts of odd jobs around the city - works most prominently as a male escort. Ethnicity: ? ? - appears be of some Japanese descent. Family: N/A
Appearance Face Claim: Granblue Fantasy, Belial
Standing tall at 6’1”, he possesses an agile and athletic build, suggesting a more active or even moderately more healthy lifestyle than he remotely employs. His short dark hair is almost always worn slick and styled - out of his sharp red eyes.
While he appears to be of some Japanese descent even at a glance, it is immediately easy to discern that there is ‘something foreign’ about him, though affixing it to any sort of nationality or place of origin is significantly less easy. In truth, the fact he resembles, even in part, a Japanese citizen is likely only due to the fact that he manifested in Sanyo and drew on the forms around him when he was ‘born’.
In both clothing and mannerisms, he strikes a curious balance between flamboyant and refined; sticking with predominantly black attire with dark colored accents. His clothes are almost always well-fitted and without wrinkle or fray, but he enjoys wearing them loosely, most notably with buttons undone. Though he doesn't wear it all the time, his long feathered boa can be a sure-fire way to spot him in a crowd.
Personality Likes: Just about anyone (man or woman) who’s looking for a good time, food (just in general), discovering and learning, acts of intimacy. Dislikes: Sleeping alone (or so he says), mindless shadows, leaving clients dissatisfied, being bored. Hobbies: His job, Exploring various forms of human entertainment - whether briefly or extensively (i.e., seeing movies, going on dates, reading books, visiting festivals. You could say he’s very enthusiastic and curious.) Goals: A Good Time
Seeing as his first foray into human life was admittedly on the… ‘seedier’ side of things, there are certainly a number of matters on which his perceptions and even his very morals are skewed. Flirtatious and forward, he’s got a poor concept of ‘personal space’, in part from just not caring, and in part from simply never learning. Curiosity and a blend of equal parts disgust and fascination keep him drawn towards mankind and just about everything to do with them.
A hedonist above all else, his definitions of ‘pleasure’ are myriad and always open to amending. As such, it can be somewhat… difficult to catch him off guard, or otherwise shake him. He can find interest and amusement in about any situation, which could also in some cases translate as being someone who ‘finds the silver lining’. Whether others agree with his assessments is another case entirely.
While not outright dishonest by nature or malicious intent, he's quite prone to spewing out whatever he needs to get by. Seeing as his past is a 'work in progress', he generally doesn't see anything wrong with making things up on the spot to pacify those around him and better fit in. Of course, if he thinks it'll get him a good reaction, he's just as apt to spew the blatant truth.
He is somewhat obsessed with expanding his knowledge of humans - for better and worse. There are certain things about them he finds reviling; people who seem dedicated to denying themselves what they want, or worse, people who destroy the pleasures of others. Admittedly, if that’s something they genuinely enjoy, he might be a little more lenient (Kinkshaming is my kink?). There are ways humans have complicated things that he can’t entirely grasp or accept, but for the most part he’s always willing to try.
While he doesn’t entirely understand the nature of his being or how he came to be, he generally embraces and accepts it as it is. Being faced with ‘lesser’ shadows is perhaps one of the most unpleasant experiences for him; he finds delight in crushing them, but the more troublesome ones in particular frustrate and sicken him, sometimes in ways and for reasons he himself can’t quite place. In prisons or under the duress of supernatural phenomenon or combat, he usually keeps his head above water - or tries to. Depending on how long or violent the conflict, he can become much less level-headed, hearkening back to a more brash and brutal creature...
History An array of colors across pitch black, all shifting into violent and lustful shades of red. You could call it synaesthesia, almost - the blinding colors and the sickening pull of rampant emotions blending together. At best, he would call it ‘birth’.
The wanting came on most strongly. A need in him that stretched to every end; a need to be full, a need to be fulfilled, a need to be fed and sated and pleased. His eyes began to form then, or perhaps simply began to adjust to the hazy lights of the city under the moon. The evening crowds roamed here and there, some businessmen going home or going out to drink, some students going out to sing, or lovers ambling hand-in-hand with liquor and lust on their breaths. He stumbled through them all, felt their emotions rolling off of them in waves, felt them like a heartbeat in his head.
Slowly they began to recede as he honed in on just a few more than the others; hunger, wonder, and above all else, desire. His body moved, feet leaden - and then light, as if drawn by the only things that could sate him. Red lights stood out against the seedy back alleys where he found what he’d been seeking. The humans spoke, smiled, asked questions, and the answers slipped from his fleshy tongue as if they’d been written there from the start. A pieced-together name, and a goal that seemed to have formed from the heart of whatever he was. All he could claim to know was that he felt as if he lived to please, to serve - to step on, if it was desired.
They put him on a short leash; a trial period, as it were, under which he not only blossomed but thrived. In time he’s cobbled together some semblance of a ‘normal human life’ for himself, albeit built upon the foundation of questionable and at times reprehensible actions. He’s rubbed elbows with more than one shadowy element within the city, and possibly bedded even more. Pulled by hedonistic whims, he seems all at once little much of a threat and perhaps too deviant to be left alone.
Equipment Switchblade (Slash Damage) His body (Strike Damage)
Notes -When brushing elbows with the supernatural (areas with more "curious" energy, or people with such gifts and abilities), one might catch a glimpse of six wings protruding from his shadows back. It is usually brief, sometimes leading those less knowledgeable to wonder if they'd even seen anything at all. -In prisons, those six wings are impossible to ignore; it's difficult, but he attempts to keep them hidden as much as possible - perhaps partially in denial, but for the most part it's something he simply does without much deeper thought. Under stress of combat his concentration is often broken however, and he can become much more blatantly violent... -He doesn't seem to be able to utilize his wings for actual (or prolonged) flight for some reason... -As of the beginning of this RP (early spring), his 'birth' is the November 7th just prior to the starting date. -He lives in an apartment one of his 'favorite' clients 'gifted' him when they learned he was basically only living in love hotels. Needless to say, said client may or may not have some preferential treatment - though he'll still sleep wherever strikes his fancy. -If you know Belial, this guy is honestly not THAT bad I promise. -I swear I’ll keep it clean…
Description (Ref 2) A creature that moves only on the most base instincts for survival, it is violent and mad. Yet it seems to possess the instinctual ability to sense what around it is -in the simplest sense- friend or foe. Alas, few things seem to register on the former end of the scale, or are more likely to be seen as 'trivial' if they are not a true threat to the creatures existence. It registers other shadows as enemies or fodder to be trampled, seeming to bear no concept of 'trust' or 'camaraderie'. Yet as it's bleak existence wore on, it became a beast made increasingly aware of its own solitude. Underneath all this is an air of loneliness and sorrow that compel the shadow to reach out towards others...
The mask Julius wears appears to be the halves of two masks put together; part wolf, part lamb, a perhaps all-too-obvious nod to a "wolf in sheep's clothing".