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•S I C I E L I A N R E D M O U R N•
- The Tsundere Tailor of Divided Hearts ♥
- A P P E A R A N C E -
“Unruly” would be the best way to sum up this mage’s appearance. His hair is a long mess of tangles and curls, pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, with shades and highlights that vary wildly along the red spectrum. If asked, he’ll tell you it’s “fucking red, I don’t know, there’s some Sangria, some Persian red, some rusty-color-shit—does it fuckin’ matter?” His skin is fair, but not Fairy Tale Princess white, and his eyes are bright green (a contrast with his hair that he finds particularly atrocious). The robes he wears are always far too big for him, hanging loosely from his shoulders, with billowing sleeves that cover the majority of his hands, leaving only his slender fingers to poke out. Beneath his clothes, he bears no real scars or birthmarks, but his love of food is apparent in the bit of pudge that clings to his stomach and thighs, though he doesn’t seem to give much of a shit. His face is extremely expressive, and leaves no question about how he’s feeling. At any particular time he can seem calm and relaxed, only to suddenly shift emotions; Sicielian often delves too deep into his own mind, and any passing thought that inspires feeling reflects clearly on his face. The only time he’s truly calm, relaxed and happy is when he’s tailoring. He’s often seen with bolts of cloth poking from the bag he wears across his body (like a messenger bag).
- P E R S O N A L I T Y -
As for his personality, Sicielian Redmourn is a text book tsundere. He always seems as though he hates or greatly dislikes everyone, but really, it is just a defence mechanism to protect himself. He utilizes other peoples sensitivity and feelings as leverage to make fun of them more, and if their reaction is a negative one, GREAT! He knows it’s working and in his adorable little head, he interprets their poor reactions as an invitation to bitch at them or bother them some more. Despite his lack of understanding social cues and nonexistent filter, he’s more than just a dick under the surface. Loyalty is practically his middle name as far as his virtues go. Regardless of the rampant string of insults, unnecessary sarcasm, and random somewhat endless bitching, once someone proves that they're willing to deal with him and find his presence mildly tolerable, he’ll start to like them and tone things down. It’s possible that his irritable attitude is his way of testing who his friends and enemies really are. Supposedly his softer side is rumored to be a doting one that worries often over the wellbeing of those he truly cares about. His true friends experience a heavy dose of moral support, keeping their secrets safe no matter how dirty or dangerous, expressive and silly storytelling, making sure loved ones never miss a meal, cleaning their surroundings, and free clothing/clothing repairs. Sicielian highly dislikes cleaning and will excessively bitch under his breath while doing so but insists he cannot go about his day with cluttery surroundings and that you likely can't either. Messiness = bad chi, bad chi = pissiness/depression. Best to help him to earn brownie points!
Sicielian has a strong passion for tailoring. He couldn’t stay away from a needle and thread even if he had to choose between it or food (and he fucking LOVES food.) His works mean the world to him. Everything he creates, he puts a lot of TLC into. Often times, he has to quickly put his completed orders away to avoid getting too attached to them and dealing with the heartache of having to send them away. When people compliment or adore the things he makes for them or in general, it does actually warm his heart. His words won’t admit it, but his mannerism and facial expressions will. Insults to his beloved profession are guaranteed to be met with venom and spitfire.
Sici's theme (especially when he likes someone): https://youtu.be/4wmgBG0_lZk
- H I S T O R Y -
Sicielian's history is nothing too tragic or unordinary. He was a sickly boy forced to live on the streets with his fraternal twin Jaydius Redmourn. He learned from a very young age that every man was for himself and that trusting just about anyone usually got you in very dark places with even shittier consequences. He'd spy on lessons; Magisters teaching their apprentices and snag spell books when the opportunity was right. A petty thief, figuring some of the spells he learned would aid him in stealing other things easier and lessening any chance of notice. Considering he had little to no social status, caution was something practiced often between the two boys as anyone who caught them would likely punish them more harshly since they were nobodies.
Sicielian was diagnosed with an illness similar to Tuberculosis when he was but a wee boy (a toddler to be more specific). He often experienced fatigue, fevers. As he grew older, the symptoms worsen and he also developed new ones such as vomiting and severe coughing fits that almost always resulted in spewing out copious amounts of blood. As far as he knows, there is no cure and he still suffers from it to this day. He doesn’t seem to talk much about it, and more often than not, a lot of people aren’t aware he’s dying, but he is stubborn and refuses to deal with people feeling sorry for him or laughing at his pain.
(WIP...)
