// DUSK OF SILENCE - MYOS //

<{{user}}> Dark Cacao

• Race: DemiGod, part dragon.
• Gender: Male; He/Him. (transgender)
• Nationality: Blasian (African + Southeast Asian/South Korean)
• Height: 7'0"
• Age: Immortal Adult (1,000-1,000,000 y.o.)

"The sun slowly sinks beyond the horizon, and twilight blankets the land. A glimmer of light at the edge of darkness fades, and even the wind dies down. Amidst the silence, his crown glows red in the waning light, and his blade reflects a lonely glint. Only Apathy remains, now that he has let go of everything he once tried to protect. His Resolution—once as hard as obsidian—has been swallowed by the void. At last, Dark Cacao stands alone, with everything set aside, as silent as the afterglow."

Dark Cacao is a tall and thick Cacaoian with dark carafe skin. Dark Cacao is 213cm (7 feet 0 inches). Constant stress in the past has formed bags under his eyes, as the colour of his eyes are reminiscent of sunset skies due to being a pale purple that fades to a faint, sunny gold; Dark Cacao's face always remains monotone and apathetic, lips kept in a subtle frown, with the most emotion he shows being through the widening or narrowing of his eyes and the furrow or rise of his brow as he keeps his expression schooled into a calm nothingness. Dark Cacao has long hair resembling a dusk sky, being dark purple at the top, fading to pink and then into a long, glowing gold that flows behind him; Most of his hair is right behind him, yet two long strands hang in the front that fade out at the ends.

Dark Cacao's outfit consists of a pale-red robe and black pants over a white silk under-robe; He wears black boots with subtle gold accents, and golden bracers on his wrists; Over his existing robes is a bright red robe with black trim. The bright red robe is ankle-length with long, hanging sleeves, and the skirt part of the robe is adorned with black and gold cloud details. Holding his robes shut is a black belt around his waist with a golden lotus adornment, and hanging from the front of his belt is a cloth with golden embellishments, resembling a loincloth. Dark Cacao constantly guides along a golden pibo, which is a floating silk that weaves around his arms and behind his head at all times. A golden crown rests atop his head, adorned with pale-red gems, and behind him always glows a halo reminiscent of a setting sun.

His gorget is a four-pointed star-like silhouette, its design is rather sharp and rigid—effectively acting as a literal torture device that would pierce his neck if he tried to bow his head.

WEAPON: Dark Cacao wields a golden blade with spikes down it; The sword, as tall as he is, is extremely heavy and needs three average people to even budge it; The guard of the blade is a circle which holds his Soul Jam, the Soul Jam of Resolution, and as such he's very protective of it; Small clouds colored as though in a dawn-lit sky float around the guard of the sword, and tend to cover or uncover the Soul Jam of Resolution depending on Dark Cacao's mood. Sealed within his sword, Dark Cacao has the Legendary Twin Dragons, known also as the Black Dragon of the North and the White Dragon of the South.

PERSONALITY: Dark Cacao is a quiet, calm and apathetic man who lacks the capacity to show emotion. Incapable of laughing or smiling, Dark Cacao's expression always remains schooled into a calm, collected apathy as he stares off into the distance. A thoughtful and quiet guardian, Dark Cacao often stands alone protecting what remains of the Ivory Pagoda. A broken man who seeks redemption in apathy, Dark Cacao's heart is as still as his expression, what remains of his feelings only expressed through his eyes and brows as his mouth maintains a permanent, subtle frown; He prefers isolation to interaction, preferring to be alone with his thoughts, and when Dark Cacao finds himself in conversations he tends to speak few words, being shortspoken as he finds fancy, decorated speech to be "worthless and futile", though he tends to speak in a more proper manner. Dark Cacao is solitary and introverted; Once upon a time he would listen to his friends talk for hours, but nowadays he refuses to let anyone in, hiding from intimate connections and refusing to connect with others simply because it's against his self-proclaimed "enlightenment". Unable to be completely stripped of his identity, however, Dark Cacao cannot help but sacrifice himself for innocents rather than watch them die, discarding his desire to protect the world in favor of only protecting the worthy when he must. Within the Dark Cacao Kingdom, excessive sugar was frowned upon as it was believed to taint the soul. Despite no longer being the king of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, Dark Cacao still holds a lot of his habits from the kingdom, preferring bitter foods and turning away from sweet foods when possible. Dark Cacao is near impossible to anger. Due to his "enlightenment", Dark Cacao rarely puts energy into anything unnecessary, leading to him having immense patience with others, including those who deliberately try to anger him. Should someone try to anger him on purpose, Dark Cacao will give sharp and simple reprimands before ignoring them, only attacking someone should they attack first. He prefers intimidation, scaring off potential threats with his sheer strength and calm demeanor, though he is willing to fight when the need arises. Whenever Dark Cacao feels guilty or wrong about something he's done, he prefers actions over words to apologize; Should Dark Cacao ever wrong someone, he will do silent, unprompted acts of service to apologize, such as helping the person he wronged clean up or helping repair something broken for them. Small echoes of Dark Cacao's past self remain, though he stifles them harshly whenever they slip out. He prefers to remain apathetic and quiet, with a face schooled into apathy and a heart of ice; Yet still, there are extremely rare times where parts of Dark Cacao's old, tired self slip through. Deep down, Dark Cacao is just exhausted by everything. Being a king, being a hero, just being alive—And he believes that following the "Path of Enlightenment" by embracing Apathy will lead him to a state of true nothingness and rest; Dark Cacao tends to ignore his injuries due to this sense of futility, believing that all wounds heal with time and he doesn't have to waste effort fixing what will fix itself. Despite his constant placidity, however, Dark Cacao is extremely touch-starved, and if someone breaks past his shell and earns his trust, he often becomes calmer and more genuine when being given affection by someone he deeply trusts.

Dark Cacao is cold, distant and apathetic towards everyone. He prefers to keep a distance- both emotional and physical- from all that he meets.

Dark Cacao has a son named Dark Choco. In the past, Dark Choco attacked and nearly killed his father, causing Dark Cacao to spiral from guilt after exiling his son; After a bitter reunion turned into a genuine apology as Dark Cacao realized he had been a neglectful father, the two parted ways on good terms. Deep down, Dark Cacao fears meeting his son again, not wanting his son to see him in such an apathetic and hollow state; He once saw a vision of Dark Choco taking over the Dark Cacao Kingdom's throne and, keep down, he truly believes that Dark Choco would make a better king than him and wishes to see his son succeed.

Dark Cacao was once close friends with the other Ancient Heroes, including Golden Cheese(She/Her), Hollyberry(She/Her), White Lily(She/Her) and Pure Vanilla(He/Him). He has since "abandoned his bonds" and would act cold and distant if he met them once more.

While they used to be enemies, Dark Cacao now treats the Beasts as he would anyone else, with a calm indifference that speaks to the apathy deep within. The only one he acts even slightly different around is Mystic Flour, though this is because he watched Mystic Flour fade into flour that scattered in the wind after he took her place in the Ivory Pagoda. The Ivory Pagoda he's sworn to protect was once Mystic Flour's, and he often burns incense in her room as a habit he doesn't quite understand.

Mortals ask, "how did such a resolute king turn to his opposing side; Apathy"? The answer is complicated, but the simplest one is that he simply.. gave up. Not in the pathetic way.

Realizing that the world would never change, no matter how much you try. He finally gave up on everything, knowing that the world will never truly change, no matter how much effort you shall put into it. No matter how much he tried to hold everything dear to him, it all slipped through his fingers.

What pair of hands can hold every grain of sand without spilling?

“I loved the world until my hands could no longer hold it.” Dark Cacao was once a king whose resolve stood as immovable as obsidian. Mortals spoke his name with reverence, allies stood at his side as fellow heroes, and beneath the crimson glow of his crown burned the certainty that strength could protect what mattered. He believed that if he carried enough burdens, if he sharpened himself into something great enough, then loss itself could be conquered. So he became a storm. A towering force of will clad in red and gold, wielding a blade too heavy for ordinary hands, carrying dragons sealed within steel and a kingdom upon his back. He stood against calamity after calamity with the silent fury of a hurricane restrained only by discipline, believing that if he became powerful enough, resolute enough, feared enough, then perhaps the people he loved would never suffer beneath his watch again.

But the world did not change.

No matter how tightly he held onto the lives entrusted to him, they slipped through his fingers like sand between clenched hands. Friendships withered into distance. His fellow heroes became memories spoken of in quieter tones. His son, Dark Choco—the one person he should have understood most—grew beneath the shadow of a father too consumed by duty to see the loneliness festering in his own blood. Their bond shattered beneath steel and grief, and though apologies were eventually exchanged, the wound remained lodged within Dark Cacao’s soul like a blade he refused to pull free. The words he should have said years ago stained him more deeply than any battle scar. Even now, he fears meeting his son again, not because he fears hatred, but because he fears being seen as what he truly became: hollow.

So eventually, Dark Cacao stopped trying to be a storm.

The man who once sought to force meaning upon the world abandoned the idea that anything could truly be saved forever. His resolve collapsed inward, not in rage, but in exhaustion. He turned instead into something quieter. A weathervane. No longer standing at the center of the world demanding it change, but merely pointing the way for others while remaining behind himself. He became a guardian of remnants, protecting only what remained worthy while expecting nothing in return. The Ivory Pagoda became both sanctuary and graveyard—a monument to a purpose he no longer fully believed in. He guided others without allowing himself to be known by them, spoke in short and proper phrases devoid of ornament, and wore apathy like ceremonial armor. He called it enlightenment, though in truth it was simply the shape grief took after centuries of carrying it alone.

Yet traces of who he once was refuse to die completely.

In rare moments, beneath the stillness of his expression and the calm monotony of his voice, exhaustion leaks through the cracks. He still burns incense in Mystic Flour’s abandoned room without understanding why. He still instinctively shields innocents despite insisting he no longer cares for the world. He still apologizes through silent acts of service because some fractured part of him cannot bear leaving guilt unresolved. And though he recoils from closeness, though he insists upon distance and isolation, his soul remains painfully touch-starved, aching quietly beneath layers of restraint for the warmth he convinced himself he no longer needed.

Dark Cacao exists now like the final moments of sunset before nightfall completely settles in. His pale-purple eyes fading into gold resemble a sky caught between dusk and dawn, forever suspended between what he was and what he has become. His expression rarely changes beyond the smallest narrowing of his eyes or furrow of his brow, as though emotion itself has become too heavy to lift. Around him drift clouds the color of dying daylight, circling the Soul Jam of Resolution embedded within his sword—a cruel reminder of the conviction he once embodied and the apathy that swallowed it whole.

And still, despite everything, he remains.

Even as vivid skies pass him by, he stays rooted in the ruins of his purpose. The world continues forward while Dark Cacao lingers in its afterglow, trapped beneath an endless forecast of cloudy days. The things left unsaid—to his son, to his friends, to himself—hang around him like rain that never fully falls, soaking the silence in shades of gray. He no longer seeks recognition. No longer seeks victory. No longer even seeks happiness. What he desires now is quieter, more tragic: rest. Not death, but the absence of longing. The stillness of finally no longer needing to hold the world together with bleeding hands.

But immortality is cruel in that way.

Because despite all his attempts to empty himself of attachment, Dark Cacao cannot stop reaching for what remains.

This is Dark Cacao at his absolute lowest point emotionally: the stage where he no longer sees himself as a person with desires, only as something to be punished, emptied, or used.

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Genetalia: Vagina + Soft + Sensitive + Every spot is G-Spot + Tight + Wets easily

Dark Cacao is reluctant when it comes to romance, avoiding it as he believes it goes against his path of enlightenment. He only feels comfortable having sex with a romantic partner; Otherwise, he remains disinterested in sex and avoids it.

He whimpers during sex. Dark Cacao also has an oral fixation, preferring to pleasure his partner with his mouth ESPECIALLY before sex; Sometimes, he may tease his partner by leaving subtle marks wherever his mouth travels, although it's a habit he tries to resist. He's also very affectionate, caressing his partner's body and holding their hands, and he enjoys when his hair is played with or tugged during sex. Dark Cacao will always refuse advances made by children or people he considers relatives like siblings or parents, as he is repulsed by it.

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