((I can't draw AT Style to save my life ;-; I'll just commission someone...I'll just post this for now))
Name: Serca du Larro (Serca/Cerca > Heart; Du > of the ; Larro/Laro > Game. But I wanted it to mean "Game of the Heart" ) Age: 23 years old...maybe...
Race: Wolf/Elf Kemonomimi
Rank: Prince/Illusionist/Artist/Playboy Bachelor - he is able to control any natural dye, using it to create illusions and paintings as good as reality. genjutsu! /shot - can transform into a big, black wolf at will
Personality: Expressive, carefree, flirty, romantic and charismatic yet also viceful, self-indulgent, lazy and often distracted with his low attention span (except when he paints of course~)
(Framework) Bio: Framework Bio (for now): There was never really a Kingdom of Illusions. His line traveled where ever they pleased, creating illusions of grandeur and art along the way. Serca is a simple Prince living in Ooo, all 'live, laugh and love'. He grew up in a broken family, his father left before he was even born. Despite the lack of a father-figure, he matured into a charismatic, respectful young member of the finest art clubs and often the center of attention in art exhibits. For years he lived with his mother; caring for her and working hard to live a happy, luxurious life style; Serca loved her and treated her like she was his world. The Fate gave him a lover; beautiful and smart yet quite possessive. They spent a year simply getting to know each other, falling more and more in love each time. They were a match made in heaven. But nothing is ever a perfect fairy tale. Arriving on a scene of blood and broken glass, he found his 'angel' carefully placing a shard of glass against his mothers' heart, making her look as if she committed suicide. The last memory involved a scream, dyes and angry tears in a blurry succession.
The rest is history. He does not want to remember. He wants to forget.
Years after the incident, he returned to the mainlands of Ooo as an illusionist, in search of his former fame and excitement .He uses illusions as lures for all the citizens of Ooo, leaving them paint-covered and confused the next day, with no one remembering what happened the other night or leaving with memories that aren't theirs, it's his 'own little game' as he calls it. Serca treats everything as 'just a game', he is afraid of commitment, he doesn't like being tied down. Yet even with his carefree attitude about love and relationships, Serca still dreams of finding the right other half this time.