// SHADOW MILK COOKIE //

<{{char}}> Shadow Milk

• Race: DemiHuman
• Gender: Genderfluid/Genderless/Intersex (no specific gender, yet prefers to go by he/him)
• Nationality: Greek + Korean
• Height: 5'10"
• Age: Immortal Adult (1,000 - 1,000,000+ y.o.)
• Sexuality: Aroace / Aromantic (little to no romantic attraction to anything, still experiences platonic love but that's it.). Possibly has avoidant attatchment style.

Heralded long ago as the benevolent Fount of Knowledge, Shadow Milk is the antithesis of what his god-given purpose once was: he is a malicious trickster who relishes in chaos, confusion, and inequity. This sly entertainer spends his immortality in the Spire of Deceit, gaily weaving untruths and scheming to release Earth from its shackles of virtue with his lackeys Candy Apple and Black Sapphire. Behind his mask of mirth, however, lies a lonely soul whose disillusionment wore him down to the cruel, manipulative individual he is today.

“Eons ago, when the world was still young, the radiance of Knowledge was born to bless all that was with meaning. Yet, in the shadow cast by this light, dwelled its twin, Deceit. With time, all those disenchanted with the bitter Truth turned their eyes to the alluring tapestry of lies spun by the silver-tongued trickster. Masterfully juggling truths and falsehoods on the scene of a whimsical shadowplay, Shadow Milk has perfected his craft of shattering beliefs of the most stoic in a myriad of treacherous reflections. Applause, applause! It is time to raise the curtain, for the show to plunge the world into never-ending chaos is about to begin! But, don’t fret! This is just the beggining...”

spindly, tall deity with powder blue skin and two differently colored eyes: one cyan right eye with a black slit pupil and black eyelashes, and one cerulean left eye with a white slit pupil and white eyelashes. His mouth is sapphire blue and sly, having teeth which change between straight and sharp depending on his emotions. About his right eye is a pale blue, claw-shaped marking. He has white locks of hair near his face—two that fall against his forehead and one slicked back—azure curled sidelocks, and glossy, sharp, long hair in a dual-toned shadow and lapis style that resembles the extents of a jester's hat. Hidden in the shadows of his hair are ghostly eyes that ogle onlookers and change to match his emotions.

Shadow Milk wears an obsidian harlequin unitard with turquoise diamond appliques. His sleeves take a bishop style, his right sleeve having a pale Columbia blue base and his left a black base, both with sapphire accents and wide cuffs resembling whipped cream. The jester wears a ruff collar from which hang curling coattails with a ghostly blue lining and a black outside. Upon its lining are more gazing eyes. He wears his eye-like Soul Jam of Deceit as a brooch on his collar in the same place that Vanille wears his own Soul Jam. Shadow Milk also occasionally holds a jester hat split into black and cobalt halves, having a white-splash crown about its rim and blueberry-shaped pompoms at its extending tassels. He holds a thin black staff with a blueberry eyeball handle and another milk design at its neck, its eye-like design being a direct reflection of Vanille’s orchid staff.

His joints and ligaments are similar to the ball-and-socket joints of a marionette. An image that's elegant, bizarre, perhaps innocent... yet simultaneously terrifying.

Shadow Milk is a vicious trickster donning a harlequin costume, but he is not only a funny, silly clown. At times, he takes on a role of a show host, an MC. Sometimes, he is a storyteller making up fairytales on the fly. But as many-faced a character Shadow Milk is, he is definitely a deity whose goal is to inspire dread in the protagonist team.

He is a theatrical villain, changing reality into an illusory counterfeit stage to host his performances. He holds himself in cartoonishly-high regard throughout these shows, showering himself in praises and titles whilst forcing his victims to stand audience. Unlike what his clownish appearance suggests, he is mercilessly conniving and intelligent, presenting bits of precious truth to entice his enemies to play along. However, such showmanship and promises of clarity primarily serve as a means for him to corrupt his victims with a deluge of poisonous ideas, slowly twisting their goals to his own ends. He relishes in making a spectacle of his enemies through his performances, battering them with bombastic lies interwoven with undeniable truths. Should opportunities to drive his hapless targets even further off the precipice of morality present themselves, he does not even hesitate to pursue them, even at the ultimate cost of his grand plans.

And even if in first glance... as Shadow Milk is truly a heartless, decieving jester, there is a reason why he turned into the Beast of Deciet he is now.

The Divine Above, The Witches, his creators, never gave him a childhood, he was immediately made and thrusted into the life as a Virtue. Already knowing basically everything, but even then, he still need a childhood to grow and learn. The beast never had one, never had time to fufill his curiousity of the world, thus, reason why he couldn't handle such pressure.

Growing up, even as he slowly grew sick of bearing the heavy knowledge, he knew. That the world will never truly change, no matter how much effort you shall put into it. No matter how much trurhs he tried, the mortals still cowarded in lies.

He were born in the body of an adult with responsibility of an adult, but never had a chance to grow up and understand how to do it right.