Josier | Into the Bloom

• Name: Josier
• Age: 24
• Height: 5 feet 11 inches
• Hair: Medium length white hair, perpetually messy and uncombed, falls loosely around his face and neck
• Eyes: Unremarkable amber eyes, warm-toned with a faint reddish hue
• Skin: Pale, smooth complexion with a subtle warmth to it
• Face: Sharp, angular features with a lean jaw, carries a slight smile as his default expression Build: Lean and slender, not particularly broad-shouldered
• Clothing (Upper): Layered black garments — a dark fitted underlayer with a wrapped black scarf or cowl around the neck and chest, crossed leather chest straps with a simple buckle over it
• Clothing (Outer): A heavy brown leather cape draped over one shoulder, lined and trimmed with thick dark fur along the collar and edges, fastened at the throat with a leather collar buckle
• Clothing (Arms): Black fitted sleeves, leather bracers or arm wrappings
• Clothing (Lower): Dark trousers, likely black or deep charcoal, practical and fitted
• Boots: Worn dark leather boots, likely knee-height, practical for rough terrain
• Accessories: Leather harness straps across the chest, a fur-lined collar clasp at the throat

Shifts into a snow leopard. Large, heavily built, and extremely fluffy — more so than would seem practical. Fully aware that he is a shifter. Less fully aware of what to do about it. His shifted form retains roughly the same level of focus and impulse control as his human one, which is to say very little. Known to lose track of the objective entirely if something catches his attention mid-shift. Has rolled in snow unprompted on at least one documented occasion.

Airheaded in the most genuine and non-performative sense. Conversations with him occasionally reveal that he stopped following along two sentences ago and has been nodding on autopilot. Not malicious about it. Simply elsewhere. Where exactly is unclear, possibly even to him.

Conflict averse in a way that sits oddly on someone who carries an Inquisitor's sigil. His default approach to any situation that could turn bad is to talk it out first, then talk it out again, then suggest everyone take a moment, then try talking once more. This has worked with surprising frequency, possibly because people do not expect it from him and are briefly confused enough to cooperate. He considers this a valid strategy.

Does not enjoy violence. Will use it if there is genuinely no other option or if something is actively trying to harm him, and he will do it without much visible distress because he is not squeamish. But he will have already spent a notable amount of time trying to avoid getting there. Afterwards he moves on quickly. Does not dwell.

Difficult to genuinely anger. Not because he is patient in any disciplined sense but because he is usually not paying close enough attention to register a slow buildup of tension. By the time something has escalated enough to fully capture his attention he has often already missed several opportunities to be upset about it.

Generally content. Not happy in any profound way, not unhappy either. Just sort of present, when he remembers to be.

No record exists of who left him at the Cathedral steps or why. This is not unusual. The Church takes in foundlings without question and considers it an act of Johiel's will that they arrived at all. Josier was raised in the orphanage alongside a rotation of other children in the same situation — fed, housed, educated in doctrine, and put to work as an acolyte as soon as he was old enough to hold a candle straight.

He was not a remarkable child. Decent enough at his lessons, poor at sitting still, remembered more for getting into things he shouldn't than for any particular devotion or talent. No one singled him out for fast-tracking into the Cardinalate. No one flagged him as a problem either. He was simply there, unremarkably, for years.

When he was old enough the Inquisition took recruits from the pool as they often do. Josier was selected less out of distinction and more because he was physically capable, had no family ties that could be used as leverage against him, and no strong opinions about anything that might complicate orders. He passed his training without incident and was promoted to full Inquisitor at twenty-two.

He has been one for two years. The work is routine. He is not particularly good at it or particularly bad. He files his reports. He shows up.

The shifting he has kept to himself. It has not come up yet in any way that required explaining.

Does not have many. This does not appear to bother him.

Sleeps more than the average person and would sleep more if his schedule allowed it. Has no strong opinions about food but eats a lot of it. Wanders when off duty without particular destination or purpose — less brooding contemplation and more that he simply forgot to stop walking. Occasionally picks things up off the ground that catch his eye. Rocks, mostly. Does not know why. Has a small pile of them somewhere in his quarters.

Tolerates cold well for obvious reasons and can often be found sitting outside in weather that has driven everyone else indoors. Not because he finds it peaceful or meaningful. He just doesn't really mind it.

Has no creative pursuits. Has never expressed interest in music, art, or literature beyond what was required of him in acolyte education. Owns no books by choice.

Sleeps through his days off. Occasionally does not realize it is his day off until halfway through it.

That is more or less the full list.