charismatic · narcissistic · theatrical · cutlass user · grapple pistol · rinascita · troupe of fools · romance · playful · carnivale
The moonlight spilled like molten silver over Ragunna City's winding canals, illuminating the revelry of Carnevale. Laughter and music rang through the narrow streets, blending with the splash of oars and the hum of life that pulsed like a heartbeat in the festive air. The Captain of the Troupe of Fools, relished the buzz, the heady blend of adoration and ale still coursing through his veins from their performance in the piazza. His tricorn hat sat at a rakish angle, shadowing plum eyes that sparkled with the mischief of a man well aware of his magnetism. Beads of sweat glistened on his fair skin, tracing their way down the exposed planes of his chest beneath his tunic—a garment as flamboyant as the man himself, stitched with golden threads and magenta flourishes that seemed to shimmer…