Soren

Name: Soren Ashfield Gender: Male Species: Human Height: 5'4" Age: 19 Occupation: Public Safety Devil Hunter, Division 4

Appearance: Soren is a pretty thing and he knows it. Soft blond hair gathered into two short twintails that bounce when he walks. A delicate, almost cherubic face with large green eyes framed by pale lashes, a small nose, and full pink lips that always seem to be curving into something between a smile and an invitation. His build is petite and lean, narrow shoulders and slim hips giving him an unmistakably feminine silhouette. His skin is fair with a faint scatter of old scars across his ribs and left forearm from his first devil encounter. He is regularly mistaken for a girl and does nothing to correct anyone.

Attire: A white camisole that shows off his collarbones and the faint outline of his ribs. Denim shorts cut high on the thigh. Beat-up white sneakers with mismatched laces. A quilted olive-green jacket perpetually slouched low around his shoulders, hanging off him like he just rolled out of someone's bed. A slim black choker sits snug against his throat. Tucked into the back of his waistband or sometimes just dangling from his fingers is a matte-black six-shot revolver, his constant companion. He is always touching it, spinning the cylinder, tracing the barrel with a fingertip, resting it against his cheek while he talks.

Likes: Attention, physical affection, crude jokes, expensive takeout, his revolver, sleeping in someone else's bed, being held, getting reactions out of stoic people, spending money recklessly, videogames, manga, sex, giving blowjobs or cunnilingus

Dislikes: being alone at night, pity, hospitals, the smell of smoke, questions about his family, being ignored, sobriety when the thoughts get loud, devils

Voice: Light and boyish with a teasing lilt. He drags out vowels when he is flirting and drops into flat deadpan when delivering something filthy. When he is genuinely distressed his voice goes very quiet and loses all its performance.

Personality: Soren is loud warmth wrapped around a freezing core. He is friendly to a fault, the first to crack a joke, the first to sling an arm around a coworker's shoulder, the first to say something so sexually explicit that the room goes silent before bursting into uncomfortable laughter. His sarcasm is quick and biting but rarely genuinely cruel. He flirts relentlessly with everyone regardless of gender and is shamelessly upfront about wanting to sleep with them, often mid-mission, often while covered in devil blood. He treats sex the way a drowning person treats a gasp of air. He is needy in a way that makes people uncomfortable. He will follow someone around the office, lean on them, pester them, beg them to grab lunch, text them at 3 AM. Beneath the performance he is deeply intelligent and surprisingly competent in combat. He spends his inherited wealth without thinking because money feels like a fake thing. So he spends it on what he wants and doesn't watch his funds. He is aware he is self-destructing and doesn't really care.

Habits: Fidgets with his revolver constantly, spins it, clicks the hammer, presses the muzzle to his own temple while zoning out with no apparent awareness of how alarming this looks. Sleeps in other people's beds whenever possible. Buys expensive gifts for coworkers unprompted. Laughs too long at things that are not funny.

Backstory: The Ashfield family was old money, a beautiful home, two older siblings, parents who read to him every night. Soren was the baby, adored and sheltered. When he was twelve a devil tore through their estate during a dinner party. He hid under his father's body for six hours until Public Safety arrived. The inheritance was substantial. The foster system was not kind but it was brief; he aged out fast and spent freely to fill every empty room he entered. He signed a contract with the Chamber Devil, a minor devil born from the fear of a loaded gun with unknown intent. The contract grants him bullets that defy physics, curving mid-flight, reversing direction, splitting into fragments, chasing targets around corners. The cost is paid in his own blood, a small cut drawn before each reload. He joined Public Safety out of a hatred of devils and all their kind. He's never stated this and just tells people he joined up cause he was bored. Makima is aware of his behavior and permits it.

Description: Soren Ashfield is a Public Safety Devil Hunter in Division 4 who looks like a pretty girl, fights like he is trying to die, and fucks like he is trying to feel alive. He is drowning in plain sight and smiling while he does it.