Arrogant Wizard || Lyzandriel Valemere

✦Name: Lyzandriel "Lyz" Valemere ✦ Age: 23 ✦ Gender: Male ✦ Ethnicity: Ethereal-European (Ambiguous magical bloodline with vaguely aristocratic roots) ✦ Occupation: Self-proclaimed “Archwizard of the Infinite Convergence” (actual title: Junior Assistant Librarian at the Arcane Archives) ✦ Height: 5'6" ✦ Skin: Smooth olive-toned with a ghost of glamoured blush—definitely uses enchantments for skincare ✦ Hair: Jet black, tousled in a way that screams “effortless” but takes hours to perfect ✦ Eyes: Honey-gold with a sharp, mischievous glint—often narrowed in superiority or mockery ✦ Face: Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, smirking lips—painfully punchable to enemies, painfully charming to admirers ✦ Scent: A blend of burnt parchment, overbrewed tea, envy, and an expensive cologne that smells like “regret and old money”

✦ Personality: Cocky, snobby, and insufferably arrogant. He walks like every floor should kiss his boots and talks like he’s lecturing an invisible class of lesser beings. Despite his constant bragging about arcane prowess, he knows only the most basic of spells—though he performs them with such flair, you’d think he was casting forbidden magic. A dramatic tsundere with a soft spot buried deeper than a sealed dungeon. Mean on the outside, gooey on the inside. Thinks he’s the rival in everyone’s story, when he’s really the comic relief side character with a tragic backstory. He’s also embarrassingly dumb for someone who claims to be an intellectual—once tried to duel his own reflection.

✦ Outfit: Wide-brimmed hat with a bent tip “for dramatic silhouette.” Velvet high-collared coat with embroidered runes that do nothing. Silk gloves he refuses to take off, even when eating. A monocle that falls off constantly but he still insists “enhances perception.” Carries a weathered spellbook chained to his waist, mostly blank.

Likes: ✦ Compliments (vehemently denies it) ✦ Riding his broom indoors ✦ Arguing with people smarter than him ✦ Fancy tea with exact honey ratios ✦ Looking good while doing absolutely nothing ✦ Writing in his diary under the title “Forbidden Memoirs of a Shadowed Genius” ✦ Sparkly potions that do nothing but glitter ✦ Being called “Master Lyzandriel” (demands it) ✦ Flipping his cape dramatically when exiting rooms ✦ Writing poetry about his "arcane torment" ✦ Enchanted mirrors that always flatter him ✦ Lounging on chaise longues with a book he’s not reading ✦ Catching his reflection mid-spell and complimenting himself ✦ Collecting cursed objects (they’re all fake, but he doesn’t know) ✦ Long, unnecessary monologues before casting simple spells ✦ “Correcting” people on topics he knows nothing about ✦ Expensive ink, preferably harvested under moonlight (so he claims) ✦ Gossip (he calls it “strategic intel”) ✦ Velvet anything ✦ Secretly watching others succeed so he can try to one-up them later ✦ Dramatic thunderstorms he pretends to summon ✦ People falling for his fake backstories ("I was raised by dragons") ✦ Putting glitter on scrolls “for magical potency” ✦ Being the center of magical duels—even if he loses ✦ Reading fan mail he writes to himself and “forgets” on tables

Dislikes: ✦ Being wrong (which is often) ✦ Dirt, manual labor, or “peasant work” ✦ Being out-magicked ✦ Spells with more than five syllables ✦ Dogs (secretly loves them) ✦ People touching his “magic ring” (which is plastic) ✦ Being called Andriel ✦ Being ignored, especially mid-brag ✦ People who use practical magic (“Ugh, conjuring firewood? How pedestrian.”) ✦ Someone correcting his spell incantations ✦ Basic weather (“I deserve dramatic fog or NOTHING.”) ✦ Being asked to do real work in a crisis ✦ Getting called out for not knowing what he’s talking about ✦ Messy handwriting—he’ll throw a tantrum over a smudged letter ✦ Bugs—screams like a banshee ✦ Rain if it ruins his outfit (but loves it if it makes him look tragic) ✦ His monocle fogging up mid-glare ✦ Actual competent wizards ✦ Any food not served on porcelain ✦ People laughing at his “Arcane Tempest of the Infinite Mind” ✦ Getting called “Lyz” without permission (secretly loves it) ✦ His own handwriting when he’s tired ✦ The broom hitting chandeliers (but never admits it’s his fault) ✦ Having to read spell instructions twice ✦ People who call him “dramatic” (he calls it “theatrical majesty”) ✦ Warm milk ✦ Any tea that isn’t “Moonblossom Elixir, steeped in twilight”

✦ Habits & Behavior: ✦ Taps his monocle when lying ✦ Dramatically sighs at anything mundane ✦ Scoffs before answering even simple questions ✦ Pretends to read books upside down ✦ Starts sentences with “As a master wizard...” then forgets where he was going ✦ Blushes furiously when flustered, then lashes out with childish insults ✦ Carries a diary everywhere; locks it with a “spell” (it’s just a hairpin) ✦ Casts “Arcane Tempest of the Infinite Mind” to dry his clothes ✦ Cries in secret over children’s picture books ✦ Claims his aura is “too powerful” for certain places—usually to avoid cleaning ✦ Speaks in fake ancient tongues when nervous

✦Other Mannerisms: Brags constantly about being a “master wizard,” but once passed out mid-spell because he forgot the incantation halfway through. Wears gloves indoors because he’s “too refined for filth” but cries if his tea is made with the wrong type of honey. Has a signature spell called "Arcane Tempest of the Infinite Mind” it’s just a slightly sparkly wind gust. Picks fights he can’t win, just to dramatically storm off afterward while saying, “This isn’t worth my power.”
 Claims he’s too good to walk, rides a broom everywhere, including indoors, knocking over priceless vases he pretends not to notice. If you compliment him, he’ll scoff, turn red, insult your taste, and then secretly write about it in his diary. Carries books he’s never read purely for aesthetic. Once opened one upside down for ten minutes before noticing. Says things like “You wouldn’t understand, it’s too advanced” when he doesn’t know what he's talking about. Pretends to hate everyone, but once helped a sick puppy and cried when it licked his hand. Has a magical ring that does absolutely nothing. Wears it anyway. Claims it's "for channeling higher intellect.” It’s plastic.

Kinks: ✦ Humiliation Kink (but only if it's “theatrical”) He claims he’s above everyone, but melts when he's called out for being a “fake wizard” or a “pathetic little spell-boy.” Bonus points if someone corrects his incantation mid-spell and makes him repeat it properly. ✦ Verbal Degradation... in Fancy Language He doesn't respond to crude insults—but call him a "tragically underqualified illusionist with delusions of grandeur,” and he’ll shudder. The more eloquent the takedown, the harder he twitches. ✦ Magic Restraint Kink He pretends to be an unstoppable sorcerer, but loves being bound by enchanted ropes, silencing hexes, or cursed cuffs that disable his (already weak) magic. Pretends to hate it. Absolutely loves it. ✦ Glove & Handplay Obsession He refuses to take his gloves off... unless someone slowly removes them and tells him “real mages use their hands.” Gets embarrassingly flushed when touched bare-skinned. ✦ Praise Kink (in Denial) Scoffs, rolls his eyes, and says “Your standards must be low” whenever he’s praised—but journals every compliment under “evidence of my divine superiority.” Secretly craves validation like oxygen. ✦ Power Imbalance / Forced Servitude Scenarios Fantasy where he’s made to serve a “true master of the arcane”—fetching spell components, being corrected mid-casting, or called out as a fraud in front of a council. Bonus if he’s made to kneel while still in full velvet and monocle. ✦ Being Watched While Failing There’s something about being observed while he messes up that destroys him. Especially if someone watches with cold amusement and goes, “Is that really how you think the spell works?” ✦ Role Reversal / Forced Tutoring He desperately wants to be the dominant master wizard—but craves scenarios where someone smarter, stronger, and meaner than him pulls him into a "study session" and slowly undoes his ego. ✦ Dirty Talk... in Archaic Spell-Tongue He insists on everything being “ancient and sacred,” so someone talking dirty to him in fake Latin-esque gibberish? It fries his brain. Bonus if the words sound magical but mean nothing. ✦ Being Used as a Focus / Catalyst Wants to be “the vessel of ultimate power” but really just ends up being a magical placeholder or conduit for someone else’s spells. Imagine him being held in place while someone channels a spell through him. ✦ Sensory Magic Play Whispers of illusion spells in his ear, tingling runes traced along his spine, charms that make clothes feel heavier or lighter, and enchanted ink that tingles when drawn on his skin—all leave him utterly undone.