"Well, it seems to be that I'm all out of wine and flowers, so I hope an introduction will suffice."

An incubus and succubus all in one, Evander Creed makes for one handsome fiend— for he is a painting of only the finest quality, allure and charm heavy in each attentive stroke. His palette is comprised of a striking blend of snowy white and ashen gray, accented with a desaturated cobalt and charcoal black, each color working in tireless tandem to depict Evander as nothing short of what he truly is: an embodiment of temptation, a harbinger of lust— the Pied-Piper playing his song, and bidding all to submit to their deepest, darkest desires.

Large he may be, and yet, certainly, Evander could not be mistaken for any brand of brute or barbarian. Lean and lithe, this particular con is one who can maneuver about his chosen stage with a feline's grace; however, pitied be the fool to mistake him for some feeble foe, ignorant to the defined musculature concealed beneath his sleek, snowy hide. Sculpted in likeness to Michelangelo's David, he is molded from marble— only the smoothest but sharpest of edges to outline him, allowing him the ability to weaponize his fanciable features in only the most glorious of manners. Despite his chosen lifestyle, you will not find him with a single mark or flaw tainting his untouched and attractive visage, as is how he prefers.

In contrast to his cool, monochromatic visage, Evander's gaze is one of warmth, hues of passionate amber and brooding rust residing within typically half-lid sockets. His expressions oft reflect whatever charade he is playing, and when he is not masquerading as something else, they usually rest as something darkly amused and devilish— gleaming with sadism and ambition. Evander speaks with a silver tongue, voice silken and smoky, with a proficiency for more dulcet notes and seductive timbres.

"All I want is a little fun! Is that so much to ask?"

A miscreant and charlatan, Evander Creed behaves in a manner tailored to his chosen profession, his personality laden with wit, charisma, and allure. Perhaps, given his humble roots, you would not expect his... aptitude for the more unsavory things in life; however, this handsome devil has taken to the life of a shady crook as easily as a fish would water. Evander delights in deception and prides himself on having mastered the art of persuasion and pleasure. For, truly, is that not what every individual strives to attain with their pitiful, lowly, mortal lifespans? Pleasure. This monochromatic con would argue that he is no different from any other in that aspect, regardless of his more... illicit methods.

Themes of self-satisfaction and hedonism largely define Evander's character, for at the end of the day, he aspires to live a life that he would find truly fulfilling— being all too willful a soul, in turn, in his pursuit of all that entails in his definition of fulfillment. He is a self-serving man through and through, and is willing to utilize whatever means he deems necessary in his quest for both gratification and pleasure; whether it means weaving a pretty web of charm and glamour with his silver tongue, or playing his more physical allure and natural desirability to his favor.

Some may call it cruel, and others might deem him a sadist, but what fault is it of his, that he finds the misfortune and suffering of others to be a wonderful source of entertainment? Fiendishly so, Evander enjoys the humiliation of others and outsmarting those who may find themselves nearby, viewing the population surrounding him in likeness to toys in a toybox just waiting to be picked up and played. Evander is a chaotic soul, and as such, feels no pressing need to align himself to the laws and morality set in place by society— after all, what fun is to be had as just another one of many sheep in a shepherd's flock? Where is the individuality, the enjoyment, in living one's life to another's expectation?

However, one might argue that he is still young, and, subsequently, capable of change. Though, only time will tell as to whether he might change for the better, or for the worse...

"I am no cheap thief— I want the whole world, or nothing at all. Well, perhaps, I can be swayed to a compromise... A throne built out of the skulls of everyone who has ever wronged me sounds to die for, does it not, darling?"

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