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ALUCIO..................................................Grim Reaper
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【 Origin 】.... Portugal....................【 Sexuality 】....Heterosexual
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six foot two | dark brown | chestnut
His work outfit consists very simply of a black trench coat, hanging just below his knees, over a black turtleneck and similarly colored dress pants and loafers. If the look didn't suit him so well, he might look like an overgrown child who never got out of his middle school goth phase. Nevertheless, it does suit him, the turtleneck accentuating the curve of his adam's apple, the sharp lines of his jaw; the coat stretched taut along the wide breadth of his shoulder, pants highlighting the elegant length of his legs. It really is a good look for him. There's just one problem. The hat. Really, no one's quite sure what exactly he was thinking. No one's voiced enough concern or confusion about the vintage 20s style fedora he elects to put on his head every day for him to be self conscious about it, but they probably should. If the look without the hat seems effortlessly chic, the hat only makes him seem like he's trying to hard to emulate a crappy movie he saw about Al Capone on TV once. But it could be worse. Probably.
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gruff | brusque | blunt | absent minded
Alucio is not deaf, but he's been asked if he was more than a few times. Which is likely due to his tremendous talent for zoning out entirely. He's prone to lapsing into long, contemplative silences, even when he's fully visible and the very nice sales lady has just asked him what kind of cookie he'd like. He's incredibly capable of catching only snippets of what a person's said, leading to an almost impossibly outlandish misunderstanding of their statement. Or, if it's a particularly good day, he can half listen to what's been said and completely twist the words until they come to mean just a shadow of the original intent. This is particularly frustrating because it never comes across as manipulative, something to be suspicious of, to get angry over. He just seems infuriatingly blasé and oblivious. This is not a deception. Alucio has no ulterior motives, no reason to manipulate anyone. He's just not listening half the time, so he has to try his best to fill in the blanks. His best just isn't very good.
Gruff and impersonal, Alucio excels at neither asking questions nor answering them, making small talk with him the less fun alternative to chatting up a stone wall. He's not antisocial, just... unsocial. Speak when spoken to. Kindness in small measures. Contact in small doses. He circles around groups of people with a fierce avoidance, giving them as wide a berth as possible. Sometimes, the equivalent of making ten right turns to avoid turning left into traffic. If he knew how to drive, which he does not, he'd probably do that too. Oddly, this has nothing to do with his reaper's touch. He just doesn't like people very much. Or not at all. He's undecided at the moment. He's not, after all, a terrible person. Just a little, or a lot, stiff. Awkward. He doesn't know how to respond to people he's not comfortable with, instead wears a perplexed look of vague distress. Like a child lost at an ice cream stand. But he is kind, in some degree. Gives gifts, favors in what might be the most stilted manner imaginable, but they're given nonetheless, asked for or not.
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and steadily. Alucio is always sure to complete his work to the best of his ability.
「PERCEPTION」 ➤..Not at all regarding people, but he has a knack for picking up
on often unnoticed things in his surroundings. It gives him a fairly quick reaction time.
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either, because he'll act like he was and say something totally & infuriatingly wrong.
「SOCIALIZING」 ➤..Seung puts a party hat on him at every reaper event, but
it doesn't make him any more approachable or fun. He blends into the background.
「EFFORT」 ➤..Look, he's tired. Exhausted, really. Why would anyone expect
him to go the extra mile for anything? Unless he feels really guilty about something.
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For a long number of years, Alucio fought Afonso's battles, fought Portugal's battles. Was there, raising his sword, heavy with four years worth of blood, in victory, only eighteen and so happy to see his friend, his prince finally proclaim himself as such. He was even there, all too present, during the campaigns against the Moors in the south, saw every set of pleading eyes his blade cut down regardless, every peaceful hut he burned to the ground under general's orders. This is war, he would tell himself, and there is nothing to be done about it. But at night, behind the darkness of his eyelids, he would see the death-pale faces of the ones he'd killed, starved lips and bulging eyes. Warriors signed up to die. Women and children didn't. His promotion to the rank of general did little to soothe his unease.
It was, perhaps, this plaguing guilt that led him to make what may have been the best, yet stupidest, decision of his short life. It was lonely at his post in the south, his designated place of living for a few more years, just to be sure of their victory. He was many miles from where Afonso was placing a crown atop his head each day, working to get Portugal recognition as an independent kingdom. It was in a moment of such loneliness that a brief glimpse of a feminine face brought back memories of a happier time. With little thought for consequence, he took Luciana and her lover, hid them away from the forces seeking to take her away to a fate of misery. He had already condemned so many people to a fate of misery. He would not do it again. Safely, he kept them from harm for several weeks, but ultimately, it did not take long for word to come from his friend. His friend who was once his friend before he was a count, but was now a king before he was a friend. Afonso did not need nor want conflict with Leòn and Castille. It came as an order from the king, not a request from a friend, a demand for the immediate return of the future queen of Spain and her adulterous lover. Alucio refused. So the king countered with a small number of knights, took them all by force.
Back at the castle, he was bound in shackles, labeled a traitor. He awaited his sentence for days that may have been weeks, may have been months. He didn't expect the feeling of cold steel against his neck. Afonso, the friend, said the king of Spain was demanding his head on a platter, said he never should have been foolish enough to help her, childhood friend or not, said sorry. Afonso, the king, said Portugal came first, said they could not afford a conflict, said Frederico Delgado is hereby sentenced to death for the crime of treason. And Alucio closed his eyes.

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use you're dead inside anyways. ■ When he makes the mistake
of letting Marlon dress him for work. ■ [my body materializes
out of the darkness] "fuck that was sick. did I look cool? dont lie
dude." ■ alucio's entire life in a nutshell ■ "For they can't live
without splendor and illusion." ■ A quiet contemplation, the
loneliness of a haze of smoke under a streetlamp in the dead of
night. ■ alucio needs someone to talk to too sometimes. ■ this
picture ■ alucio's entire life. ■ alucio denying invitations to any
reaper events. ■ he's not lonely, nope. ■ he treasures the junk
his friends give him ok. ■ "I must enter, and leave, alone, I know
not how." ■ always repay your debts. ■ this ■
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