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Lord Byron

Walks in Beauty | Who loves, raves.

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a character in “Bungou Stray Dogs / Days of the Cats”, as played by Yonbibuns

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twenty-six / m / athletic / 180cm / 70kg / united kingdoms / #af7075
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Rogue Romancer

Mad, bad and dangerous to know—it’s been whispered behind Lord Byron’s back for as long as he can remember. It might’ve been because he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Wealth can rob a person of prudence and caution. He throws all of his to the wind. In most cases, he teeters on the edge of reckless abandon. There’s a reason for his renown. His presence towers, dominates. Fills the room he enters, though no one’s sure why. It might be his overt friendliness or his never-judge-a-book-by-its-cover attitude. Or his feverish efforts to include everyone he meets, squad mate or stranger. Or perhaps, it’s the tricky Ability he has to contend with. Balancing between being so desperate to connect with others and being unable to know whether or not it’s being forced. It’s shaped his life, his interactions and his sombre views.

To those who know of his theatrics and eccentricities, his behavior can come off as a nuisance. IQ84 is familiar with his affable behavior and although they’ve tried to make corrections, it isn’t likely he’ll change anytime soon. He’s irresistible to deny, if not pathetic enough to forgive. Either way, Lord Byron could be described as a breath of fresh air. Composed of promiscuous appetites, excited prattling, unrestrained gluttony (cued with immediate purging) and thrill-seeking endeavors, he’s often a reckless train barreling off the tracks. Usually, only tempered by his wary squad mates. While he’s not exactly a sight to behold when enraged, he can, every so often, summon up a rather bewildering aggression. Combined with his fearlessness and his flexibility, his selfishness and stubbornness can take him to very bad places, though curiously he has modest ambitions and isn’t naturally pestiferous, apart from being difficult to put a leash on. He’s a romantic rebel. A thorn in many sides. But always seems to lend light in awfully dark situations.

If Lord Byron’s past was anything to go by… it’s a wonder he turned out the way he did. Born in a wealthy little nook of London, England with a mouthful of a name: George Gordon Noel Byron. Just a swaddled babe in the arms of his overly doting mother. He was the apple of her eye. A brightness that she’d spoil. She suffered, not so quietly. Mental illness. At times, it appeared as if her kindness was blanketed by darkness, where she’d berate him for no reason at all. Overreact with the slightest inclination. Seeing how she was one of his closest allies in his youth, he never blamed her. Besides, life wasn’t difficult. He wanted for nothing and was already being groomed as heir of her booming vineyard. He wasn’t perfect though—not in his eyes at least. Born with a club foot, he struggled in school. Couldn’t keep up with his friends. It might’ve seemed stupid at the time, but he was desperate to fit in. Normalcy? Out of reach.

There were uglier things, too. Carnal activities. Adult stuff. First, by one of their maids. Byron hardly understood what was happening but hadn’t felt all that appalled. Things changed dramatically when one of his mother’s… male mistresses appeared. Crept into his room at night and did things he’d rather forget. Things that smeared his memories with brittle, unchecked fury. “Never say a word,” he said, “you’ll regret it.” He didn’t regret it one bit. Like the hero he’d always thought her to be, she made him disappear. Kicked him to the curb. Maybe killed him. Byron wasn’t sure, and he didn’t care. Her protectiveness bloomed in full-swing and he bundled himself up in that cocoon… for awhile, at least. He started to change. His school days filled itself with kisses and hand-holding. Sweet-talking and friends. Lavish pets, frivolous activities and reckless endeavors. He drowned himself in colors, in tastes, in all of his senses, perhaps to escape those moments of vulnerability. He became a lamprey of affections, and acceptance, and glided through life with these things in the forefront. In private… he despaired in his brokenness, drank away his tears, smeared himself in self-loathing.

Eventually, Lord Byron took over his mother’s fortune and excelled in his position as CEO. As a celebration, he decided to cast off the last of his regrets: his clubfoot. He had his leg removed up to his knee and replaced with an impressively designed prosthetic limb. It didn’t completely dampen the bitterness he sometimes felt, but it was a weight off his shoulders. Of course, Lord Byron was apt to use his abilities to cement business dealings. Shaking hands is all it took to make someone see his idealized visions. Negotiating complicated waters was effortless. Someone must’ve been watching close enough to notice because he was approached shortly after one of his meetings, and offered a position his wanderlust spirit couldn’t resist. IQ48 assured him that his talents were being wasted here.

Within IQ84’s agency, Lord Byron has nestled in quite nicely. For once in his life, he’s able to use his Ability for good… at least, the closest thing to good as he can get. He’s not sure he remembers what good feels like anymore. Is it intoxicating? Is it a dull comfort? Before IQ84 invited him into their fold, he was used to always getting what he wanted. Nowadays, it’s not so clear. Not so simple. He’s grateful for that, for them.

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What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

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Ability

Walks in Beauty (美で歩きます, aruiteru ni utsukushi-sa) is the ability to directly manipulate his pheromones, enabling him to induce sleep, change in emotions and draw crowds. His pheromones may induce subjects into a state of high suggestibility (either of which is useful for limited mind control). However, this particular ability can only be activated by physical contact. Other uses of these pheromones can be used to mark territory (causing people to feel the compulsion to not go into a certain area), or to leave a pheromone path which others can follow. For limited periods of time, his pheromones can increase stamina, slightly stimulate the healing process or (used offensively) cause foes to become disoriented, violent or extremely sick.


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So begins...

Lord Byron's Story