Name: Morose Metuo DeArnet
Nicknames: Sexy, Hollywood, My Hero, Mr. DeArnet, You Complete Me
Age: ?
Height: 5'5"
Weight: Emaciated
Haircolor: Obsidian black
Eyecolor: Neon violet
Build: Reed-like and slim, his body rather elongated looking to the eye. Something is visibly off about him. Uncanny valley.
Complexion: Ghastly pale.
Theme Song: [link] (He often sings this when walking through the academy or alone in his classroom.)
Appearance Facts: Morose appears to be some sort of humanoid, though as previously stated: something seems off about him. Though, this is entirely buried beneath his absolutely suffocatingly overwhelming aura of charm. This man is practically the embodiment of charisma. He bares rows of sharp teeth, eyes that burn brightly like beacons, and an endearingly random mole beneath his left eye. His scent is a mixture of wet ink and a distinct floral bouquet.
Personality: He is, in essence, a true idol of the stage. Vain to a fault, he is a natural social butterfly, and finds himself often surrounded by adoring fans of his work in villainy-theater and on the big screen (he has featured in pictures such as
The Darkest Pompadour,
Baby, I'm Just Too Bad To Be Good,
BANG! BANG! You're Dead and
BANG! BANG! 2: Electric Bootyloo). He is always eager to gossip, and enjoys discussing the fine arts of villainy with other like-minded intellectuals. A true classy Casanova.
History: See the various films, theater productions and musicals he has graced! THE MAN IS A STAR, YOU KNOW!
Likes: Fancy clothes, music, theater, movies, glamor, Hollywood, photo shoots, the fine arts, gossip, fun company, mirrors, ink, .............dreams.
Dislikes: Prudes, grumps, snarky jerks, sweatervests, clothes that don't match, nerds, bad hair days, and some other yet unmentioned things.
The Mystery: Morose is a Nightmare, a creation born of man's collective subconscious in dreams. From the dreamrealm he hailed, and he is beholden to a series of very specific rules from his motherland. These shall remain unknown until discovered through persistent sleuthing.
This is exciting news though! I look forward to future dorm quests!
"Ah, bonjour. What can I do for you, monsieur?" He spoke in deep-pitched, thickly accented tones.
//I hope he's there. I need to talk to him, it's really important.// She thinks.