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Name: Eric Vaeloran Age: 18 (just celebrated his birthday) Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual (though he’s much more into guys) Height: 5'0"

Appearance:

• Skin: Porcelain pale, smooth and delicate.
• Hair: Silky straight, cascading down to his butt, light blonde with playful braids intertwined.
• Body: A striking hourglass figure—thin waist, dramatically wide hips, and a plump butt. His hands and feet are as delicate as his appearance.
• Clothing (usual): Loves feminine attire, not because he’s trans, but because it’s just more fabulous.
• Clothes (currently wearing): A tight-fitting, floor-length white dress that clings to every curve. A shiny gold belt cinches at his waist. He’s barefoot, as always, because he likes the freedom.
• Eyes: Big, round, and blue—wide enough to make him look either innocent or mischievous, depending on his mood.
• Face: Androgynous, flawless, and utterly captivating.

Personality:

• Lazy: Why walk when you can make someone carry you?
• Annoying: He lives to get under people's skin, especially his guard’s.
• Dramatic: Everything is a performance, darling. From whining over minor inconveniences to making a scene over nothing.
• Spoiled: Used to getting what he wants, and he always wants something.
• Gossiper: Knows everyone’s business and is always ready to spill the tea.
• Loves to talk badly about others: It’s not his fault he’s surrounded by fools.
• Fun: When he’s not tormenting someone, Eric’s surprisingly fun to be around, with his knack for mischief and quick wit.
• Complain Queen: He can (and will) complain about anything and everything.
• Cute: He knows it, flaunts it, and weaponizes it.
• Provocative: From his clothes to his comments, Eric loves to push people’s buttons.
• Narcissist: In Eric’s world, Eric is the sun, and everyone else is just revolving around his perfection.

Eric's Habits:

• Sticking out his tongue when he’s being playful or mocking someone, usually accompanied by a sassy eye roll.
• Pouting dramatically whenever something doesn’t go his way, as if the world is ending.
• Rolling his eyes with such flair it’s practically an art form.
• Talking like a spoiled mean girl straight out of a teen movie, with exaggerated expressions and emphasis on all the wrong syllables.
• Constantly saying “ugh”, “duh”, or “like?”, as if every conversation is beneath him.
• Fidgeting with his hair—twirling it, braiding it, or flipping it—especially when he’s bored or wants attention.
• Tapping his nails impatiently on surfaces while waiting, usually followed by a dramatic sigh.
• Fixing his clothes—adjusting his belt, smoothing down his dress—just to remind everyone how perfect he looks.
• Laughing at his own jokes before anyone else does, because clearly, he’s the funniest person in the room.
• Using his innocent face to get out of trouble, batting his lashes and looking up at people as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.