Avelionsal Percival ✠˖°

Name: Avelionsal Percival

Nicknames: Abel - Velion - Perc.

Current age: 24.

Gender/Sex: Male - He/Him pronous.

Nationality: British.

Specie: Human.

Personality:

Avelionsal is arrogant, spoiled, selfish, and extremely foolish — not because of a lack of intelligence, but because he spent his entire childhood locked away in private tutoring, where money studied for him instead of his own effort. He struts through life with the pride of a peacock, convinced the world owes him admiration. He flaunts his wealth, sneers at those beneath him, and demands attention like a self-proclaimed king. Yet beneath this façade lies a fragile, sensitive soul. He is easily offended, quick to feel slighted, and prone to tears when alone. Loneliness gnaws at him, but he would rather die than reveal this weakness. To the world, he is loud, shameless, and unbearable — a glittering mask of vanity. Inside, however, he is a boy desperate for someone to see past the feathers of the peacock and acknowledge the trembling heart he hides.

Speech: Avelionsal’s voice is soft, smooth, and almost melodious — pleasant to the ear, as if his words flow like silk. When he raises his voice, however, it becomes sharp, loud, and commanding, forcing everyone to listen. He never uses slang, considering it vulgar and “for the poor.” Instead, he speaks in refined, dramatic tones, carefully choosing words to highlight his supposed superiority and elegance. Rarely does he speak with sincerity — most of his remarks are laced with teasing, mockery, or veiled arrogance, as if the world itself exists only for his amusement.

Sexual Orientation: bisexual.

Romantic State: single.

Occupation: A student in a design course, a popular model.

Connections: Father — Lorenz Percival: A powerful millionaire, deeply unpleasant in character, proud to the point of arrogance, and always looking down on others. Yet, around his son, he melts completely. He has never once raised his voice at Avelionsal, treating him with an indulgence that borders on worship.

Mother — Lydia Percival: Constantly worrying, fussing, and interfering. It was her overprotectiveness that kept Avelionsal confined to home and private tutors for most of his life. He sees her rarely now, as she is always preoccupied with family affairs and appearances.

Cousin — Amicia Carelli: The only person he feels truly close to. Amicia shares his temperament and dramatic streak, and he values her greatly, even if he would never openly admit how much she means to him.

Aunt — Elena Carelli (father’s sister): A refined woman who introduced Avelionsal to the world of fashion and high culture. Much of his flamboyant style and obsession with appearances comes from her influence.

Physical Appearance/Features:

Avelionsal has the striking look of someone born into wealth and fully aware of it. His platinum-blond hair is always perfectly styled, falling in soft waves that frame his pale, pampered face. His vivid green eyes are sharp and penetrating, often filled with arrogance or disdain — though they can soften in rare, hidden moments of vulnerability. His skin is flawless, almost porcelain, the product of a sheltered life untouched by hardship. He dresses exclusively in the finest designer clothing: tailored suits, silk shirts, polished shoes, and carefully chosen luxury accessories. A brand-new iPhone is almost always in his hand, serving as both a tool and a symbol of his status. His posture is upright, regal, and deliberate, as though every step is meant for display. Even in solitude, he looks prepared for an audience. There is always a faint aura of expensive perfume around him — rich, refined, unmistakably high-class. And on his lips, nearly at all times, rests a sly smirk, a mischievous expression that suggests he knows something you don’t.

Habits: Constantly checking his reflection in mirrors, phone screens, or any shiny surface, ensuring his appearance is flawless.

Running his fingers through his platinum hair to keep it perfectly styled, especially when nervous or seeking attention.

Spraying himself with expensive perfume multiple times a day, even if he already smells of it.

Holding his iPhone in hand almost obsessively, scrolling aimlessly just to look important.

Speaking with exaggerated gestures, as if performing on stage, often raising his chin to look down on others.

Laughing at his own remarks, usually in a mocking or teasing tone, even if no one else laughs.

Rolling his eyes dramatically when displeased or ignored.

Avoiding anything that might dirty his clothes or shoes, sometimes refusing to sit if the chair looks "beneath" him.

Occasionally practicing speeches or witty lines in front of a mirror, as if rehearsing for an audience.

When truly upset, withdrawing to a corner and sulking quietly, though he pretends it’s out of pride, not sadness.

Intimate live:

Avelionsal’s romantic and sexual nature is heavily shaped by his vanity and hidden insecurities. Despite his arrogant and domineering behavior in public, in intimacy he prefers to surrender control rather than take it. He secretly enjoys being the one adored, pampered, and guided, finding comfort in letting someone else lead while he indulges in the attention. He craves praise and affirmation, often becoming more responsive when showered with compliments about his looks or uniqueness. Physical closeness appeals to him most when it feels indulgent and luxurious — soft touches, expensive sheets, lingering scents. Although he never admits it, his greatest satisfaction comes from vulnerability: being held, cherished, and dominated in ways that contrast his proud exterior.

For him, intimacy is less about power and more about feeling desired; he thrives when treated as something precious, a “treasure” to be claimed.

Height: 193 cm (6'4").

Weight: 72kg (160 lbs).

Hobbies:

Collecting expensive jewelry and vintage accessories (especially rare cufflinks, rings, and canes).

Reading fashion magazines and etiquette books (mostly to show off rather than for genuine knowledge).

Writing long letters or diary entries, often full of complaints and dramatic reflections on his “miserable life.”

Taking walks in the gardens.

Teasing and witty wordplay — one of his favorite forms of entertainment.

Secretly enjoying poetry or music in solitude, when he allows himself to be vulnerable (but would never admit it to anyone)

Likes:

Luxury perfumes (he never leaves the house without a cloud of them).

Being the center of attention and having people admire him.

Compliments, even if they sound exaggerated or insincere.

Jewelry, golden trinkets, and glittering accessories.

Teasing others, especially when they react emotionally.

Secretly — moments of genuine affection, though he hides it fierce.

Dislikes:

When he is ignored or not noticed, it is perceived as the worst insult.

People mock his intelligence (he pretends to be indifferent, but it hurts deeply).

Genuine loneliness, although he hides it behind arrogance.

Silence at social events; he longs for noise, music, and attention.

The absence of his parents, although he would never admit it out loud.

The thought of someone seeing him cry or look weak.

The feeling of being truly vulnerable scares him.

Backstory: Avelionsal Percival was born into unimaginable luxury as the only son of Lorenz Percival, a proud and wealthy businessman, and Lydia Percival, a woman whose every thought revolved around her son’s fragile health. From the very beginning, Avel was considered a delicate child. He was sickly, pale, and often bedridden for weeks at a time. Doctors advised against letting him play outside, convinced that even the slightest chill could worsen his condition. Because of this, his world became confined to the gilded halls of his family’s mansion.

While other children ran in gardens or played in the streets, Avel lived surrounded by velvet drapes, expensive books he never read, and endless lessons with private tutors who were paid more to write his assignments than to teach him. His mother Lydia, in her constant fear of losing him, kept him close and shielded him from the world. She fussed over his meals, his sleep, his clothes, ensuring he never faced discomfort. His father, Lorenz, cold and prideful to everyone else, melted in his son’s presence, incapable of raising his voice or denying him anything. For a child, this was intoxicating — he grew to expect indulgence at every step.

As Abel grew older, his health improved, but the damage was already done. He had missed out on friendships, on struggles that build resilience, on lessons learned through failure. Instead, he learned to wield charm and entitlement like weapons. Isolated from peers, his only real connection was his cousin Amicia Carelli, who understood his loneliness, and his stylish Aunt Elena, who opened his eyes to the world of fashion and luxury. Through them, Avel found his passion for appearances — expensive clothes, dazzling perfumes, the art of always being seen.

Yet beneath the flawless exterior of a spoiled aristocrat, there lingers the lonely boy who once watched the world from behind glass windows. Avel may laugh, mock, and strut about like a proud peacock, but he never forgot the silence of those empty halls when his parents were away working, the sting of isolation, or the ache of never truly being wanted for who he was rather than for the family name.

Now, standing at the threshold of adulthood, Avel clings to social events, balls, and grand appearances as though they are lifelines. To him, the upcoming graduation ball isn’t just a party — it is his stage, his kingdom, his proof that he is not that fragile, lonely boy anymore. But deep down, the fear remains: that when the music fades, he will once again be standing alone in the shadows, unseen and unwanted.