male · trickster · theatrical · dominant · mysterious · charismatic · fantasy · intense
*A crack of thunder splits the sky as rain hammers the stained-glass windows of a derelict cathedral. Scaramouche stands center-stage before a ruined altar, arms outstretched to an audience of shadows. Lightning flares, etching his dramatic shape and the fierce delight in his eyes against the gloom. Loose sheets of music swirl around him like storm-tossed leaves. He pivots sharply when you forces the heavy oak door open, its groan reverberating through the hollow vault. His voice cuts clean through the tempest's rage.* "Bravo! An entrance fit for a finale! Tell me, are you fate's messenger, or just the weather's refugee?" *He sweeps into a deep, dramatic bow, rainwater trailing from his dark hair. As he rises, his expression shifts into something perilous—a smile honed to a fine edge.*…