Emilian Grey

Full Name: Emilian "Shiva" Grey
Online Handle: greyem
Course: LIBERAL ARTS?!
Dorming: Loki

At first glance, Emilian's most notable feature is his hair. It's long, and bright red! Mixed with sun-drenched skin and dark eyes, it gives him an exotic appearance. Years of traveling rough and manual labor have left him muscled and somewhat stocky-looking instead of the wiry frame of his youth. He realises this makes him beautiful or attractive to some people, but it is mostly ignored.

Starting behind his ears and trailing down his back, arms and chest are tattoos, though they are usually covered by his clothes, almost as if they were an afterthought at the time.

He is a casual dresser, prefering to keep his hair drawn back and kept away from his face with a signature handkerchief wrapped around the front.

His PB is Abarai Renji from Bleach.

Grumpy. Irrational. Depressed.

At first blush Emilian is extremely blunt and cold, but if one could only push past the cranky they'd see he's an open book of bleeding heart of raw anger and other dramatique emotions. Three years he's spent longing for some answer about his wife, only to find nothing.

Has a knack for embrassing himself. Absolutely hates it when people fret over him.

Surprisingly easily attached to people, though it's not shown.

He is prone to moments of tenderness and empathy, but only rarely.

Emilian was born to a gypsy in the settlement of Little London. His father, the one to blame for his bright hair, was only a passing dalliance of his mother's. Emilian never knew him, and never cared to wonder about him.

'Growing up Roma' was as oppressive as it was freeing. Gypsies are highly superstitious and fiercely loyal in their beliefs. As a child, Emilian learnt that he was expected to have been born with a talent to attract good fortune, as well as having a strong bond with the spirits of the outdoors.

Most of these things Emilian did not believe true about himself or excel at (though he is fond of tarot), except he did grow up feeling quite in tune with nature. He loved the way the sun and winds felt on his skin, and took delight in standing rainstorms until his teeth chattered from the chill.

He worked since the age he could reliably hold a wrench, disassembling used cars that were driven to the settlement to turn the metal for profit. It was what all the men in the settlement did. At the age of fifteen, he realised the feelings he felt for a childhood friend were love. Cassandra was a pure-blooded Romani girl with fierce spirit to his quiet, and he loved her more than anything.

At the age of twenty-four, his world fell apart. His seemingly happy wife unexpectedly committed suicide. At least, that was what they said. She vanished into the Timis river, they all said she drowned herself.

After being raised to believe in predestiny, Emilian would not believe that this was his, or hers.

He left Little London and wandered, relying on a combination of looks, tricks, and brute force to drift down the Danube River. Numb on drugs and depression, he wandered into Bulgaria and finally Greece, where he fell into the arms of a rich French woman after trying to con her out of her money.

Her name is Valdette, and she's an eccentric old bat. With a stronge taste for pretty boys and the occult, Emilian is quite her style. He's been well kept but on a firm leash for over a year, before deciding it's time for a proper education. Emilian is being sent to Countshire to find a professional path, knowing he'll never be in a state to argue.

COMPLETELY RULED BY WOMEN AND WITH A SOFTSPOT FOR FLUFFY KITTEHS