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- Local time
- 10:05 PM
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- Age
- 22
- Pronouns
- He/They
L e v y L u t h e r
Basic Information
Full name | Levy Luther |
Age | 29 |
Height | 5'8.5 | 173cm |
Zodiac | Scorpio |
Ethnicity | Filipino & Puerto Rican |
Species | Half Human / Palakarne [ of Palaka ] |
Abilities (?) | Shadow Whisperer |
Additional | Has a familiar, a small shapeshifting entity he can communicate with. |
About
You meet a man at a random club or event, and you find yourself connecting deeply with him very quickly. A man with one of those familiar, friendly faces with charming grins.
He's a fun, comfortable, and nonjudgemental presence. He shows you the best spots in town and tells you the locals' secrets.
You drink, you party, you talk of your life to this stranger ... only to never see them again the following morning, and the number you were given appears to be out of order - even though you swore you used it the other night.
Levy is a one-time experience, and he prefers it this way.
Not one for long-lasting connections and always fleeing to different towns on a dime, he doesn't find a need to make a name for himself in an established community. Despite this, everyone always seems to know him and he integrates seamlessly no matter where he goes, or who he talks to. He considers himself a traveler, a nomad, your "Seasonal Bestie". No one ever seemed to be able to keep up with him, with how unorganized he was either. His phones were always old and busted, he could never remember his everchanging addresses, he didn't speak of his family and somehow you always ended up talking about yourself by the time you tried to learn more about him... He was forgetful, his stories never added up, and he never seemed to stop moving. No one could keep up with him, and before you knew it or could catch your breath, he was gone.
People say it's just his nature, and "he eventually comes back for a while," but everything Levy did was intentional. He could be considered akin to a painting. When you meet his gaze, you can almost read his intention and what energy he's carrying.. regardless of how many emotions are swirling within his eyes, how close you stare into them, nor how many drinks you've had with him that night. However, behind almost every illustrated portrait are an artist's eyes - eyes that focus carefully on how every eyelash interacts with one another.. and how that adds to the overall cohesiveness of the piece.
Every stroke, every color, and the atmosphere the image creates is practiced and intentionally crafted into place by the artist, meticulously placed with great care and contemplation. And that is precisely how Levy is.
Behind his delicately curated facade and every carefully painted mask, is a man with great pride and confidence in his abilities and independence. A man who is easily offset by any indication that he is not in control. He was your favorite local mixologist by day, and your best friend by night, and he had no desire to be seen as anything different. He enjoyed being the one who knew everything and was too curious for his own good sometimes - but his ability to speak to your shadow aided him in no way in mitigating it.
There are a lot of misconceptions about the power of your shadow, and Levy knew this extraordinarily well. Despite their ability to affect the physical world, they do more than just imply the existence of the light in front of you. They link themselves to your subconscious, they tell you if someone may be watching you, and sometimes they blend in with the people in front of you so much that you may not even remember you just met them. Levy doesn't just happen to know about that obscure show you were thinking of watching but just "needed a sign"... He knew not only everything you knew about the show, but those around you whispered it to him. He didn't just happen to stumble into you on a bad night; he could see your shadow devouring you whole.
Your shadow does way more than you'd think... and has far more power than it lets on. There are reasons to be afraid of the dark, after all.
Of course, access to such a skill can take a toll on your psyche easily. There are many reasons you don't see Levy sleep, or why he bounces from city to city.
While some call this ability a blessing, to Levy, it was damn near a curse.
For someone who loves to micromanage his life and for someone who happily curates his image as much as life allows him to, his shadow sure makes that job as hard as physically possible. While useful when he needs it, you question whether it's worth it when you go to bed after waxing the dust off your ceiling fan... only to find your flat utterly obliterated, as you wake up on your porch in clothes you don't remember sleeping in. While it's wonderful you're so in tune and connected to a small shape-shifting entity that you consider your closest companion, you can't help but ponder normality when this very "gift" kept you on the streets for most of your youth. Walking the line between "nightlife lover who never sleeps" and "local meth-head" doesn't offer much room to settle down and unwind. When you wonder whether tomorrow you'll just have dark circles or a new mark on your criminal record as much as Levy it will drive you mad, despite every measure you make to live as comfortably as you can. But regardless of his dream for normality...
There is no way to stop him from chasing the figures you see in the corner of your eye - the "animal" behind brutal murders - the monsters lurking in your walls because one day, he may find a way to be rid of his connection to this darker world he is trapped in. While he has the power to, he will talk to anyone and get anywhere if there were even the slimmest of chances that it could lead him closer to a cure. Despite the life he wants to live, he will personally walk into the subconscious of the devil himself to learn more about not just who he is really, but how to fix who he is.
He has to do it alone, of course.
Not only could no one do it as well as he in his eyes... It isn't like he has a lot of options.
No one really believes in some "boogeyman," after all.