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Alesti
Legacy Name: Alesti

The

Angelic Malticorn
Owner:

orangecake

Age: 15 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: June 8th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 11 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: June 8th, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 3
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Name: Alesti
Gender: male
Age: 21
Species: (Anthro) Angelic Malticorn
Date of Birth: April 11th
Orientation: Bisexual
Status: 1 girlfriend, 1 long-term affair
Reference

Physical: As a model, Alesti's appearance can change a bit from day to day. However, he doesn't allow anyone to dye his hair, so it's always the powdery blue he's obsessed with. Otherwise, he quite likes changing his appearance, and will often sport different hairstyles and styles of dress, though always with his favorite necklace. The only other constant is his side-parted hair: he considers the scar from where his horn once was his only deformity, and will do all he can to cover it up.
Personality: It can be hard to get a handle on Alesti, since he is always overplaying his emotions. It's difficult to tell how sincere he is underneath all of his melodrama. Alesti has a lazy sort of determination, founded in complete self-obsession, and he treats his life like a television show in which he is the star. Because of this, he is certain that everything will work out soon enough, and he is guaranteed to succeed. This affirmation makes him quite personable and laid-back, however his temper tends to show itself whenever he is criticized. He rarely takes anything other than a superficial interest in people; however, once he decides he likes someone, he becomes very clingy. His interest in people in fleeting, though--one moment he can't get enough of someone, and the next, he couldn't care less if they were dead. He has a lot of trouble handling relationships for any period of time...the only thing he has more trouble with is handling his money.

Hobbies: Shopping, for food or clothes. Listening to music and haunting record shops. Stealing food from the free buffets at his shoots, teasing any cameraman he can.

Occupation: Male model.

Alesti had always known he was good looking. It wasn't just vanity; it was something more than that. It was something closer to complete self-obsession. He didn't just know he was pretty, he was sure of it--and sure that he could anywhere he wanted to with his looks. Of course, other people noticed, too. It started with compliments when he was young, and by the time he'd reached adolescence, the girls had certainly noticed his appearance. At an age when most boys were worrying about when their voices would change, Alesti was concerned only with sharing his looks with the world. With that goal, he began modeling.

By no means was Alesti the best model around. He had the looks, and once you got him in front of a camera, he knew what to do. The camera loved him--the resulting photos might not be perfect, but he brought an energy to every photo shoot he was hired for. The problem with that energy was the distractions. Alesti was always messing around, joking and flirting with the photographers and assistants. And if it wasn't one thing, it was another. He was always raiding the buffet or messing with the lights. Despite all his trouble, Alesti had calmed down and made a living for himself as a model by the time he turned 21. And that was when things changed for him forever.

Alesti didn't know that the interview would change his life. He knew it was important, and he knew it was for a great job--one of the top designers in the city, a globally recognized name. Even if he'd known better, though, he wouldn't have worried. Worrying just wasn't in his nature. As usual, he was confident in his abilities, sure that things would work out. That didn't mean he didn't want the job, though. There was almost nothing he wanted more than this job. It would be the best job of his career, and the exposure it would give him was priceless.

There was another reason he wanted the job, though this reason he didn't realize until he walked into the door of the designer's office. "Mr. Divo will see you now," the receptionist had said, and ushered him into the office, where the designer was seated behind his desk, already perusing Alesti's portfolio. And that was it, the reason he knew he needed this job: Sim Divo. As the blonde designer raised his head, Alesti's nerves all appeared in a second: goose bumps trailed up his arms. He knew, somehow, instinctively, that he'd met his match.

"Can I help you?" Sim Divo spoke, sounding bored and cold--if time was money, he was certainly not pleased with Alesti for wasting either of these.

Alesti was taken aback, but only for a moment. If Sim wanted to play, Alesti was up to the challenge. He closed the door behind him, before grinning gamely. "You could hire me," he said, completely seriously--completely full of himself.

Sim lowered his head, peering over his glasses at Alesti in disbelief.

Alesti didn't wait for a response, though. He locked eyes with Sim, taking the chair in front of the desk and leaning forward to rest his elbows on each side of Sim's nameplate. "I want you to understand," he explained, his voice low, a flirtatious purr. "I'll do anything for this job. Anything."

If he were being honest, Alesti hadn't expected his flirtations to work. They weren't the only reason he got the job, of course: he was perfectly qualified, and Sim, grumpy as he was, was an honest person. In fact, Alesti had been working for him for months before their affair began.

Both Sim and Alesti know they aren't "dating." If word got out that they were seeing each other, it would be a scandal--not to mention Alesti's high school sweetheart and long time girlfriend might have something to say about it. Despite the secrecy, Alesti loves their relationship and loves Sim: even if he is a grump, bugging him is one of Alesti's favorite hobbies. ♥️

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