Aloysius_466
Legacy Name: Aloysius_466

full name: Aloysius
pronunciation: al-oh-WISH-us
moniker(s): Lou, Wish
world: mythology

species: Manticore
ethnicity: Persian
birthdate: Timeless and ageless
hometown: Baghdad, Persia
current location: Just north of Cairo, deserts of Egypt
facsimile: Jake Gyllenhaal

abilities: Manticores are vicious, bad-tempered brutes constantly fighting to be most pernicious of the species. Considering that sort of pedigree, Aloysius is a downright cuddly; but lest anyone underestimate him, the creature is naturally equipped to the teeth. He is one of the last of a race born to kill, arguably more dangerous unarmed than wielding a clumsy weapon.
Still, an eternity is more than enough time to master a single-headed meteor hammer. Bladed spherical weight on one end, the other finishes in a perfect poison-tipped blade. Its ancient design tells his age; much more his fluid, routine skill with handling the chain rope between the two.
occupation: Full-time alcoholic, part-time private agent/detective/gun for hire
hobbies: none
religion: none
politics: none

family:
involved with: a singular cool cat
colleagues:

Aloysius is rIch in swarthy, Mediterranean good looks, eye-catching if brutish. Despite his athletic, rugged frame, he gives off a boyish immature softness that marks him as a son of privilege, not quite a graduate of the school of hard knocks. He has high angled cheekbones, a hooked nose, and belligerently set jaw; still, he has finally been talked out of sporting a douchey goatee. He has a flat, nasal voice incapable of whispering, but ready to turn rough and abrasive in an instant.

Beneath his boorish, brassy hot air, Aloysius is a fountain of virility, with an actual bent and gift for field work. Though an unrepentant jerk, he is also a natural hero - charming conceit and fearlessness (underneath all the whining) come with the trade. His bravado, almost-campy arrogance, and deadpan oblivion are somehow attractive in combination; they explain, if not absolve, some of his less endearing qualities.

Aloysius is vain and easily won over by outward appearance, particularly where his women are concerned. He considers himself a Don Juan but not a Romeo; though he seizes any opportunity to bed a pretty girl, he rarely bothers to flirt, charm, or otherwise invest time in her personality. Despite his shallow act and superficial values, he is not actually stupid, just straight-forward. Neither strategician or schemer, he is generally satisfied with the obvious, simplest solution to a problem. And when in doubt, brute force is always a correct answer.

Perhaps he can come off hard-boiled, but Aloysius is far from cynical; he is too naive and childishly enthused by glitzy novelties for that. His only real desire is a glamorous lifestyle full of fast cars, fast women, and fast action. He could and would regularly drink a college frat under the table if he were not usually broke. A shameless mooch, he spends most of his waking hours looking to knock back a beer or two with good company. Yes, he always leaves before the check arrives.

With his three default emotions being greed, rage, and envy, he has (while sufficiently drunk) experienced fleeting generosity and compassion, not that he would ever openly admit it. Sort of like his closet homosexual tendencies ... say what?

He met her one warm evening, down by the sea of Galilee. Exotic and elegant all at once, she had flawless dusky skin stretched silk-smooth over a small lithe frame. Glossy russet hair with reddish glints framed her perfect oval face and brought out her sly golden eyes. They shared a finger bowl of olives, a platter of fanned tuna carpaccio, and some fine amaro before she felt ripe enough to swap bodily fluids.

The night was refreshingly non-eventful - such a pleasant surprise that they took it as tacit agreement to see each other again. Not that he was in a position to bargain; he didn't suffocate, being immortal. He was just temporarily struck dumb.

Babylon. Baby, Babs, the Babe, the Lush, Babylon the Great.