The Ruler of the Underland

Lord of Nightmares, Yuna September.

Agender, transmasc, he/him.

Looks about 18 or 19 years old. Body is physically 20 years old. He's actually 205 years old.

A black umbrella.

142 lbs.

5'9"

Black.

Soft waves, short. Always combed and styled perfectly.

None.

Very light green with bits of gold in them.

Memory.

Medium olive, tanned. Has a lot of scars all across his body.

Really thin. Basically nothing but skin and muscle and bone. No fat to speak of. Long elegant legs and fingers.

Scars of claw marks across his right cheek, gotten from a fellow Memory in the first fight he won to become the Lord of Nightmares. A golden band around his neck, right where a rope would sit if you were being hanged.

Always wears very fancy 3-piece suits with high collars paired with long overcoats and dress shoes. Always carries a black umbrella with a curved wooden handle with him.

Sharp jawline, straight nose, thin lips. Handsome in a distant, stuck-up, elegant way.

A 6'6" tall thing of shadows with huge black wings. Extremely skinny and wispy, generally floats above the ground in a fetal position with his hands over his face and his wings wrapped around himself. When he uncurls, it's revealed that he has really sharp teeth and claws.

Walks literally everywhere with an open umbrella, no matter what the weather or if he is inside a building or not. Stands very straight and proper and sits like he knows he's in charge.

Stay the ruler of the Underland as long as possible.

Terrible temper, prone to just snapping and going for it.

Assumes everyone else is incompetent and/or out to get him.

He's very strong and agile. Dodgy boy. Can do a backflip if desired. Has a very deep understanding of Old Magic.

Worsening his drug addiction, visiting places and causing problems, keeping up-to-date with the happenings of Eretien.

He's very driven and dedicated to his ideals. Very ruthless if needed. Cares very much for his allies, even though he hardly ever shows it. Usually likes for things to be orderly and clean and such. He usually comes off as an asshole due to his habit of saying his mind and not sugarcoating stuff. He knows he's in charge and he acts like it. He tries to keep his composure (ie not freak out and become a homicidal maniac) and most of the time succeeds, but if things (usually things pertaining to his friends/family) get really out of hand, he's prone to snap and go all emotional on them. He doesn't like to do this, but sometimes he can't fight it. My guy can and will get stabbed for people if he thinks it's necessary. There is not an ounce of self-preservation in his body.

Really, really doesn't like the sensation of eating. Liquids are fine, but chewing isn't it.
He panics really easily in any situation where he can't breathe, whether it be underwater or being suffocated (which is understandable).

Pan.

Umbrellas, dancing, whiskey, being in charge, the smell of ghost lights (a type of cigarette), the Underland.

Being told what to do, showing his emotions in case they backfire on him, clutter, eating food, and catching feelings (because that has historically not worked out for him).

He can't make himself touch gold, as it is very painful to him.

His voice is rather deep and rich and dark. He talks to the point and direct, usually pretty dead-pan as well.

"What do you want?"

Yes, and it's glorious when he does.

He is a god, so no.

He thinks that if done right, having one person rule everyone else is very effective.

Over-powered annoyance.

Black.

Hates food.

His umbrella.

A silver spear.

He doesn't have one.

Lord of Nightmares.

8/30/1959.

He was formally taught up until his first year of university, where he was killed. He learned everything else from experience.

He was born to a family of humble fisherpeople living in Eretien, which was all fine and dandy until they died at sea when he was 15. The system for orphans was non-existent at that point in time, so he just kept going on his own. His only solace was school and magic, which he believed he could use to pull himself out of his current position and into a better one. Unfortunately for him, when he was in his first year of university, the Chancellor at the time introduced a new law that would make practicing magic without a license, which cost 250 yi, illegal. He was beyond angry at that and decided he'd do something about it. He, along with a fellow classmate and partner Juno Agreste, founded the Students for Magical Freedom in an attempt to convince the Chancellor not to pass the bill. It did not work, and despite his best efforts, the Chancellor also got re-elected for another 6-year term. He and the more radical members of the SFMF decided the only way forward was an assassination, so that's what they planned. It did not ever happen, as Juno betrayed him and handed him over to the Chancellor. He was hung, and due to his death being born of betrayal, became a Misery-type Memory when he died. It only took him a decade or so to gain enough power and understanding of being a Memory to secure his spot as the Lord of Nightmares, and that's what he's been ever since.

Old Magic. He controls it by tracing the vague idea of the thing he wants to create. For example, if he wanted to create fire, he would trace an "F" or the whole word out, depending on how he's feeling that day.

His umbrella, which can act as a shield and also transforms into his favorite weapon.

His playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3OkpJoxHwsYrtZ9tdxHtCq?si=8L2S54cbTkSsYAAdVH65HQ&utm_source=copy-link