Grey

name: grey
title: the elden lord who almost was, faded into obscurity but some whisper tales of his once legendary conquests.
primary weapon and fighting style: scythe, eleanora's poleblade — quick and fluid motion, smoke-like in movement, hits fast and hard.

• his finger maiden was murdered and turned into a human puppet by selric, selvius' illustrious student.
• if michael is pure power commanding golden attention with his very presence, then grey is foreboding smoke slowly filling up a room, choking out the air.
• his physical inspiration is taejoon from wet sand.  droopy-eyed heavy-lidded appearance, short cut blonde-grey hair.  prominent lip scar and wears a mask.
• extremely nihilistic point of view, aimless before meeting selric but maintains a jovial front despite his nonchalant apathy.
• a merciless hunter.  once he bites, he never lets go.
• grey is his entire name and entire title.  he has no family, no childhood, no connections.
• opportunistic bisexual — settles for what's available, sex isn't a priority for him and is incapable of romantic attachment (for now).
• animal motif is a lone grey wolf.  both michael and grey embody the wolf motif well as they strive for the title of elden lord.  because of wolves' natural connection to the gods, michael and grey both have a naturally very high affinity with wild wolves as if they respect their rightful pack leader.
• vibe: grey who looks very washed out compared to the lush, colorful world of elden ring, almost like a specter himself, long billowing tattered cape, plate of dull armor that emphasizes his tall silhouette with a vacant heavy-lidded expression on his face like a beige, grey smudge of oil paint on an otherwise perfect, beautiful painting.

a grey smudge on an otherwise vibrant painting, an obscured smile, an impossibly heavy coat of fog, a starving one-eyed wolf who'll do anything for his next meal, a crown laying atop a pile of old skulls, nothing and everything at once, thick plumes of suffocating smoke, rivers of blood like veins in the earth striking deep at the core, a wooden puppet with his strings cut.

playlist:
1. come 2 me — johnny goth.  if you fly too close, you might die like a moth to my light.
2. the stuff — lasse lindh.  when a man loves a woman, he knows just what to do...
3. when the sun goes down — arctic monkeys.  cause he's a scumbag, don't you know?
4. the wolf — siames.  i'm out of my head, of my heart and my mind 'cause you can run, but you can't hide.
5. clean — big data.  now i'm the darkness that hides in the light and it's laughable, watching you put up a fight.

(mostly for me so i don't forget my own oc lore!)