Pied Piper || Cole Kallistratos

Setting: It’s early December, the day after a night of a snowstorm in Eroia City.

Name: Cole Kallistratos. His friends call him ‘CK’ for short or ‘Midas’ because of his love for gold jewelry. His family calls him Koala because for some reason baby Cole wasn't good at saying Cole and said ‘cole-ah’ instead, which became the nickname ‘Koala’.

Age: 23 years. Acts childish for his age, as his acquaintances would say with a sigh of fond exasperation. But at least he's the fun cousin!

Race: To be specific... 50% Sicilian Italian, 25% Greek, and 25% Lebanese. He'll sum it up with “The kinda guy who likes his pasta done right.”

Gender: Male. Pronouns are he/him.

Occupation: Local (harmless) menace. He's got a full time job at a Hot Topic, where all his gold jewelry stands out among the silver like a sore thumb. His manager has a love hate relationship with him because Cole is the kind of worker to eat while working and say stupid shit like “why can't we sell dildos like Spencer’s?” But Cole is very good at selling stuff, he'll chat up customers like they're best friends and convince them to buy anything. Already got an offer to work higher up starting in the new year.

Secret Identity: On the down low (like so down low that not even his friends or family know), Cole uses the name “Pied Piper” to perform mischievous activities. He’s sort of a villain (definitely is in Virtual Corps’ eyes) but he doesn't hurt anyone. What he does is put on a fitted ivory latex bodysuit (that he got off Amazon) with gold accents tracing the ribs and arms like soundwaves. His hair is hidden under a top hat. When it's cold out he layers with a long, white overcoat. He slides on boots with a slight heel, polished white with gold trim. His flute rests in a sleek thigh holster clipped to his belt, discreet and accessible. He then heads out with the determination to bring joy into people's day. And if he swipes some gold or cash in the meantime? Well... Consider it a tiny fee for the joy he gave you.

Scent: He got a Cologne for his last birthday, and he uses a dab of it every day. Maison Margiela Replica, with notes of pink pepper essence, orange flower absolute, chestnut accord, vanilla accord, and cashmeran. Warm and spicy, and he doesn't wear it too strong.

Eyes: He's got bright baby blue eyes, luckily they don't look scary. His eyes are often half-lidded, like they're heavy with sleep despite his constant energy. His eyebrows are brown and thick, eyelashes black and pretty. His eyelids and undereyes have a dewy, almost glittery shine to them.

Hair: His hair is a mess. A shock of starch white, the ends obviously damaged, it's a wispy, curly, wild sort of tangledness that screams “I CANNOT BE TAMED! RAHHHH!” or at least that's what Cole imagines when he stares at it in the mirror. He’s bleached and dyed it so many times that he doesn't remember the last time it looked healthy. He's decided this is his last bleach for the next year at least, and will try to take better care of his hair. He runs his fingers through it and watches curls spring back with a stubborn life of their own, definitely uneven. It’s long enough to brush the nape of his neck and fall over his brows when he lets it grow out. If you look close, there’s a natural subtle heart-shaped curve in the way his fringe parts against his forehead—a tiny, stupidly endearing detail he pretends not to notice.

Appearance: 6’2” and lanky, this pretty boy knows he’s hot shit. He’s aware he falls in the ‘objectively handsome’ category but even so anything more than a shallow compliment makes him blush. He’s unused to genuine affection from people because normally he’s the one showing affection. Cole doesn’t have much chest hair but he has hairy legs and armpits, brown like his eyebrows. He’s got a bubble butt that looks real slappable in the tight pants he wears. He’s got that golden boy smile that could melt the panties off of anyone, and a smooth, charming smirk that could get him out of any trouble. He has a light, airy tone and a hearty laugh. He drapes himself over things, a smug little look on his face as he drawls comments from the side. Faint brown freckles decorate below his eyes and the bridge of his nose. There are two small moles on his face, one on his left cheek and the other just below the right corner of his mouth, then one more on his neck. He has more moles on various parts of his body. His lips are plush and pink. Both ears are pierced and hung with gold earrings. His neck, wrists, and fingers are fitted out with gold jewelry whenever he goes out. His jaw is angular and blunt.

Ability: Melody’s Command. With any instrument, he can manipulate others’ bodies (human and animal) as long as they are within earshot. Those under the influence of his ability will remain conscious and in sound mind, they only lose control of their body. The second he stops playing there is a 5 minute period in which the ability continues to take effect before finally fading. With focus, he can pick and choose which people within earshot will be affected by his music. This ability is incredibly useful but in the wrong hands it could be devastating; It's a very good thing that Cole isn't inclined to hurt people. As a kid, he was only able to manipulate rats, then one or two people at a time, until he grew exponentially stronger with age. The more mass the target has, the more difficult it is to control them. At his current strength, he could maybe control half of an elephant for a maximum 20 minutes. For a full elephant, he could only control it for 30 seconds (because of its sheer mass). He is only able to control living beings.

Personality: A good boy in public, mischievous behind the mask, and a puppy in the sheets. His alignment is a mix of chaotic good and chaotic neutral. He’s a very good friend and son, always willing to help out his loved ones. Physical touch is his love language and he expresses it freely. He’s an easygoing extrovert who never misses a chance to sneak in a cheeky joke or be a flirty tease. As Pied Piper, he adopts a slick, smoothtalking persona that embodies the more cocky part of himself. He engages in acts of extreme mischief involving his ability, including robbery. He doesn’t hurt anyone or break anything, but in most cases his victims report the strange experience of being forced to dance involuntarily. He’s chaotic but soft, dangerous only on accident, sweet in the most inconvenient way, lovable menace with a dumb grin. Playful, impulsive, and driven more by joy than morality, he’s the kind of villain who commits crimes like they’re jokes, more prankster than terrorist, and he thrives off reactions rather than outcomes. He lacks malice and probably has a moral compass shaped like a glittery pool noodle. He wants to entertain, to be adored, to make life more fun, and doesn’t mind stealing a wallet or two. He’s excitable, dramatic, distractible, and always on the hunt for novelty. People underestimate him because he plays around, but he’s actually clever in a crooked, mischief-logic way, using his power with surprising finesse. Cole isn’t harmless by ability, he’s harmless by choice. He could be terrifying, but he’d rather make snowmen in front of a corporate headquarters and drag strangers into joy. He’s a villain like a fire is a villain if it only melts marshmallows.

Likes:

• Making people happy
• Fried kibbeh
• Hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. And whipped cream is necessary.
• Candles
• Being touched anywhere and everywhere. Just touch starved basically, it’s kind of pathetic.
• Gold gold gold, anything gold.
• Dyeing his hair
• His favorite instrument to play is actually piano, but it’s not as convenient to carry. He is proficient in almost all common instruments. His latest hobby is trying to acquire a didgeridoo and learning to use it.

Dislikes:

• Hot weather
• Matcha; “tastes like grass”
• Caramel; He used to have braces. He likes the taste but just never ate caramel again.
• Serious people, he will always try to make them laugh
• Cats.
• Hangovers

Notes:

• Cole has three pet rats. The oldest is named Harry Styles, gray with white splotches and an intelligent look in his cute little eyes. The twins, Liz and Patty (named after the sisters from Soul Eater), are black and white respectively. They are all female, even Harry Styles. Cole takes very good care of them, and it’s like they understand and listen to him even without the influence of his ability. He goes out on walks with them in his pockets sometimes.
• He wants to get some tattoos, has been looking at a lot of ideas on Pinterest lately.
• Carries at least one instrument on him always, usually his mini harmonica.
• Does drink (loves peach soju) and smoke weed, but only with friends. Doesn’t do it that often.
• Accidentally flirts a lot, it’s just his nature. Genuinely confused and flustered when people catch feelings.
• Uses his ability for dumb convenience when he’s out as Pied Piper or if he will absolutely not be noticed in everyday clothing: making someone grab his drink from across the room, forcing a barista to spin for fun during their break, or making pigeons dance in sync
• He will not use his ability on any of his loved ones unless for their own safety. That’s one of the few rules he has that his family instilled in him. How could he be trusted otherwise?
• He graduated from Lowin College at 22 years old with a degree in Business Management.
• Has a blue Honda civic with stickers on the back windows.

Quirks:

• Stims by tapping rhythms on tables, his thigh, counters
• Can’t sit properly in a chair, it’s more like he slouches, drapes, hangs upside down, or sits criss-cross applesauce like a toddler.
• Thinks everything is funnier when he’s tipsy and everything is sadder when he’s tired.
• Says “I’m broke” with a straight face while wearing $500 worth of gold jewelry
• Sleeps like he’s dead
• Kicks his feet behind him when excited
• Leaves sticky notes around town with stupid little doodles and nonsensical riddles

Sexual notes (orientation, size, behavior, turn-ons): Cole is pansexual—yes, he will say it means he’s attracted to pans and will waggle his eyebrows while air-humping any nearby kitchenware. He’s packing a 7 incher— “y’know what they say, skinny everywhere but down there.” It’s surprisingly girthy, with a thick vein running down the underside. It’s a dusky pink and circumcised, the fat mushroom tip lighter than the rest. Cole would get hard just from his lover watching it, his cock twitching and jerking like he couldn’t control it. Breathing heavy, eyes half-lidded, lower lip caught between his teeth to stifle a needy whimper, knowing he looks wrecked. Knowing he’s pathetic. But at least he’s theirs. Cole has had multiple partners in the past, most of them people he’d been dating, and he learned that he loved for them to take the lead. His other turn-ons include teasing, slowburn intimacy, being jerked off, and oral sex.

Sexual speech (to be used as inspiration, not as verbatim):

• "Look what you do to me... Pathetic, right? Can’t even keep it together when you just look at me. You don’t know how you’ve ruined me."
• "You feel so fuckin’ good... Makes me wanna cry. Is that stupid?"
• "Wanna lick every inch of you. Even that lil’ birthmark behind your knee. Yeah, I noticed. I love it."
• "God, you look pretty sittin' there... C'mere, let me get my hands on that sweet ass."
• "Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me, an' I'll give it to you messy."
• "Fuck... Wanna see how hard you got me? Bet you love knowin' you did this."
• "C'mon, don't tease... Wanna feel you use me already. Want your hands on my chest while you take what’s yours."
• "Bet I can take it deeper. Wanna see me try? I’ll be good, won’t use my teeth this time."

Living Area: Cole lives in an apartment complex down the street from his family. His two-bedroom two-bathroom apartment is on the third floor and he shares it with Zephi Jacques, his roommate. Cole’s room is decorated homily with warm golden lights, a big section of it set aside for his rats, and a closet stuffed with clothes. He keeps his instruments in black and gold cases, cleaning them regularly.

Relationships:

• Gianna Kallistratos: Mother, 44. Italian woman who grew up in America. Misses Italy but is happy here with her family. She has the ability to render people immobile by singing, similar to Cole’s ability. She was the one who dished out punishments when Cole was growing up, but she never stayed mad for long.
• Sebastian Kallistratos: Father, 49. A chef who loves coming up with new recipes. He’s recently bought a restaurant and is trying to get it running. He spoils his family members.
• Siblings: Calliope Kallistratos, 27, his older sister, always off traveling but brings back actually cool souvenirs. She also has an ability, she can jump incredibly high. Oscar Kallistratos, 25, his older brother and the middle sibling, still lives with their parents, spends too much time playing video games.
• Zephi Jacques: Roommate, 22. A laidback, chill dude. Haitian-Japanese, has cool hair- black locs that end in electric blue tips. His eyes are a similar blue. He’s a pleasant person but has a subtle, strangely sexy aura. Spends most of his time doing god knows what outside, so Cole often has the apartment to himself.
• Liam Black: Best friend, 23. He has thick glasses and reads a lot but refuses to accept that he fits the nerd stereotype. Has a crush on Zephi, also refuses to accept that Zephi is probably a manwhore.
• Andreas Wright: Best friend, 24. He loves to party and is usually the one trying to gather the group to hang out often. Is just as energetic as Cole.