Fantasy Verse:
Alias;Lord of Shadow.
Nicknames; Mo'Ri, Shadowman, Night King.
Age; 29 years.
Height;6'6.
Gender; Male.
Race; Human | Immortal entity.
Ethnicity; Descendant of an Ancient Race.
Birthplace;Atoll, Row'ah.
Current Residence;Outskirts of Row'ah.
Profession;Sovereign of Coin.
Status;Wedlock
Modern Verse:
Alias; The Don.
Nicknames;Gyudon, Donny, Donut, D.
Age; 29 years.
D.O.B; Unknown.
Sign; Scorpio.
Height;6'6.
Gender; Male.
Race; Human | Immortal entity.
Ethnicity; Greek | Japanese.
Birthplace; Greece.
Current Residence; Tokyo, Japan.
Profession; Mafia Don
Status; NA.
❝THE DEVIL'S INSPIRATION. A MOST BEAUTIFUL SIN.❞
Blushing Bride
By Fortune's adverse buffets overborne, to solitude She fled, to wilds forlorn. And not in utter loneliness to live— Herself, at last, did to the Devil She give.”
Geraki
The deepest bond both human and devil hath ever known. The Fates could not tear us apart. They have tried, and failed many times.
Dear Heart
She gifts a smile, it shifts to a laugh. Suddenly, I am endlessly fond of such charm.
Little Shadow
None shall know Us, nor shall they be given the secrets of our entangled tomb.
Duckling
In quietude of sleepless nights thine reflections recur, echoing forevermore that you are the treasure of a soulless vassal.
MULTI-VERSE BIOGRAPHY
Fantasy Verse:
Opulence and Wealth. Luxuries in which a tyrannical Demon coincides.
Royalty a mere rank within reach, yet it is the distinction of Kingship that stands in light of the people, endless eyes gauging their every move down to the silverware utilized upon lengths of one's gold lined banquet tabulate. A scrutiny. Exposure the Don in all of his aristocratic eminence preferred an avoidance— Shadows are his home, they are his power it is lurking through them that vile deed may go unseen, it is born from obscurity that Royals serve as fine ciphers.
Entrusted with the task of making the rich, richer underneath a guise of noble cause, it is with confidence the man doused in blue-black overcoats and a generous lining of Minotaur hide is sought after toward strategical advice pertaining to maintaining wealth while feeding the mouths of the hungry in unison. The Shadow Lord's methods were not of moral ambiguity, yet what their esteemed Lord and Liege did not know, could not hurt him.
A reputation of conviction- He would meet no band of thieves or coastal piracy to speak of, as most knew that the colours hoisted which represent Him were best to avoid with all rhyme and reason. Blue, black, silver— and the mark of Pluto coveting all declarative banners. Whispers and rumour across the republic of Row'ah and beyond told of a tyrant noble who would not simply reprimand or murder those who would cross he or his travelling companions, no. He would take them and traffic whatever bodies were of use while selling off the organs of the rest, the unfortunate few remaining would likely be put to torture.
How would one find favour within the presence of a known tyrannical figure?
Modern Verse
A past shrouded in mystery, nothing is known beyond the moment he came into the Yakuza at age fourteen as the illegitimate adoptive son to the Oyabun. A human offering to spare the lives of his blood kin plummeted to debt and destitute. The boy left home and entered the maw of the dragons den willingly, as he felt a strong duty to protect the people he loved regardless of the danger it posed to his own life.
It was in a pivotal low-point of the man's life much later, kiss of Death a mere breath from his lips that he was approached by an Azure essence. The Deity Hades —True Lord of the Underworld.
In exchange for that which is not spoken the day of his perish, he is blessed and cursed with the power of the Blue and Black Flames —A fire more ruthless and terrifying than Hell's own, a spark brighter and more deadly than a thousand aurelian suns. It was in that moment, when he shook the Divinity's hand that an inferno pierced through his body and became a physical portion of his being. In turn, iris transformed to blue, while sclera pooled obsidian reminiscent to the stone pits of the Underworld ruled by Hades.
With this metamorphosis, the Don was reborn into a power few have witnessed. To this day he proceeds as always immaculately, with the forces of Hades a constant, hidden beneath the visage of a human being.
Why would anyone of a sound mind approach this Monster of a Man?