(+) S P A C E (+) Username || @_PrinceOfDarkness_ || Full name || Alatar Josef Zaganus || Species || Fallen Angel || Age || 17 || Gender || Male || Pronouns || He/Him/Its || Sexuality || Omnisexual + Cupioromantic || Looks || Alatar favors a refined appearance over a friendly one- and, his features compliment just that. From his sharp, square jawline to his muscled and slimly-built hands, he possesses an oddly familiar angularity to him~ one which many can imagine upon a wolf, or at the very least a predator of the lesser. His eyes are downturned and half-lidded, their shape jagged, and only further defined by light eyebags and strong, winged black liner along the edges. His brows are long and thin, framing these eyes to perfection- and, giving him an odd sort of displeased default expression with their slight decline. Alatar's nose bridge is at a perfectly straight decline, its tip sharp to the point and protruding slightly outwards, though, not to an unpleasant degree- some would call it almost aquiline in nature. His hair, almost always slicked back, refuses to stay within its style, a few strands always hanging stubbornly in front of his alabaster-skinned face, which is almost regal in its unnatural desaturation. He appears rather preserved in time, the hue reminiscent of an old photograph- or, even an ancient Grecian statue, with its sharpness. If one were to look close enough on a bright day, one might even see a slight glimmer from within~ as if his angelic nature has burst to the surface within the holy rays of sunshine, and his earthly body can no longer contain the energy, creating such an effect upon the surface of his stone-like skin. Whatever the case, it is undeniably distinguishable from that of the average human being. Just above his brow lays a long, pink scar, stretching across nearly half his forehead. The cut doesn't seem to be all too recent- but, one can see how deep it is from a side profile, as the mark clearly sinks into his flesh. Luckily enough, the scar is clean and precise- and, whatever did cause it seems to be quite the cause of shame for him, as he often hides anything that may direct unnecessary attention towards it, however average it may be in appearance. Alatar's physique is, admittedly, rather impressive- as, he stands at a height of 6'3", and is aided by a pair of large, powerful white wings, which fade into a shiny shade of black reminiscent to that of a raven's feathers towards their sharp tips. His build resembles that of a warrior, rather than a dancer- his chest, while chiseled to perfection, retains an unflexible and firm power to it that would clearly be unfit for any who didn't work for such a build. His waist, while slim, is also layered with muscle, often showing prominently through tighter clothing. His wings follow his sharp shoulder blades well, sprouting forth from the bones within and folding behind his back, their massive forms often causing him to be unable to fit through doorways... which, can be rather problematic, causing him to have to crouch slightly to do so. When his wings are completely spread, their span averages around twelve feet, their shaping and array of feathers extremely similar to that of a raven, along with the previously-mentioned color of their tips. ||
(+ + +) Clothing || When it comes to clothing, Alatar is a man of rather simple needs. While he enjoys darker articles of clothing, he will often sport a simple, black and sleeveless turtleneck with a white suit coat above it, or a lowly-buttoned black polo, paired with black dress pants and a studded belt. However, when it comes to more formal events, he sports a black-and-white, striped corset that hugs his slim waist and gives it almost unreal proportion, bringing attention to his upper chest- which, is adorned with a white blouse, and over it sits a black tailcoat with shimmering silver buttons and chains connecting each. In terms of accessory, Alatar doesn't add much to his appearance- perhaps a watch one day, or a subtle chain to draw attention towards his bulky neck- though, the one accessory he never ignores is a ring- that of a black skull, red jewels, which practically radiate malice. It acts as a small shield from the emotions of others~ and, though it does not work well when he is closely knit within a crowd of individuals, it works perfectly for parties, or long, interactive classes. || Disorders? || Antisocial Personality Disorder (Psychopathy) || Personality || Alatar would much rather be working than socializing, and sees forming bonds with others as a matter best left for the foolish and weak. He is something of an instinctively murderous individual, and often finds fun, (or, at times, solace), in plotting dozens of vile plans of demise for all those he is familiar with. Of course, he'd never go through with any, as he is kept under lock-and-key... in terms of mass homicide, at least. Alatar is an introvert, and such is obvious from the tire and clear distaste in his expression when he enters a room filled with people. Despite this all, Alatar is quite talented in the art of deception, and will, without hesitation or issue, slide on a smile to get what he desires. He is not keen upon flirting~ but, to him it can be a vital tool of these skills of the deception he is trained so well in~ and, with his abilities, this tool is painfully simple to use. More times than not, all he must do is train his eyes upon the desired subject, place a smile upon his face, and force himself to match with this emotion he senses from them... perhaps exchange a few words of favor, add in a few subtle movements of the body... and, his work is complete. Alatar, despite his social despise, is a man of class- and, being such, he is not without his manners. He speaks formally no matter the occasion, and will never decline an offer within reason~ out of public image more than anything else, however. He is quite the clean freak, and cannot properly function in a dirtied space. Alatar takes extreme pleasure in classic literature, often items of horror , and is happier at night or on a stormy day than he could ever be on one which the sun blinds and annoys his rather sensitive eyes. In terms of physical likes and desires, Alatar has something of an infatuation with eyeliner, and how he can mess with its proportions to increase his appeal, or to decrease the friendliness of his appearance. He also adores the taste of fine, red w!^es- though, in small portions, of course, due to being underage- and, he has an inhuman craving for... a rather unholy brand of meat. However, Alatar, being a civilized and put-together man, suppresses this urge rather well. For the most part. || Friends || N/A ("I'm not one to make ties with others when they are unneeded. I find such matters endlessly trivial~ why spend time making 'friends' when you could be doing much better things with your limited time?...") || Family || ...Also N/A ("Them? They're dead, in high-security prisons, or simply unknown to my person. And I'd like to keep it that way.") || Codeword || "Silence is such a sweet harmony of sound~ or rather... lack thereof. Wouldn't you agree?..." ||
