FULL NAME
MERRITT ALBUS LOMASEUL
NICKNAME(S)
MERRI (BY CLOSE FRIENDS AND FAMILY) | LUX BLANCHARD (CURRENT USED NAME)
GENDER
CIS MALE
PRONOUNS
HE/HIM
AGE
TWENTY-SEVEN
BIRTHDAY
DECEMBER 23rd
BIRTHPLACE
NOVUS CITY, ONTARIO CERVIA
CURRENT CITY
N/A
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION
PANROMANTIC
SEXUALITY
PANSEXUAL
RELATIONSHIP STATUS
SINGLE
CLASS
LOWER
OCCUPATION
TAILOR
HEALTH NOTES
INSOMNIA | PTSD | REQUIRES READING GLASSES | O+ BLOOD TYPE
SECONDARY FORM
In simplest words, he becomes a honey fungi mushroom dragon. He's about the size of a car lengthwise, and his limbs are very spindly. While he might appear to be made out of mushrooms, his skin is armored with a stone-like solidity. His skin is various shades of white, brown, and pale yellows mimicking the colors of honey fungus, and the mushroom shapes extending from him are, of course, shaped like honey fungi. Like actual honey fungi, he glows in the dark depending on light levels. He has dark-colored talons on all four limbs.
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LIMITATIONS
HE CANNOT CONTROL HIS ABILITY TO GLOW IN THE DARK | SHIFTING IS A PAINFUL AND TIRING PROCESS
HEIGHT
5'11"
BUILD
SLENDER AND LONG-LIMBED
HAIR
WHITE BLOND
EYES
AMBER BROWN
SKIN DETAILS
A FAINT BUT NOTICEABLE SCAR EXTENDING FROM THE MIDDLE OF HIS FOREHEAD AND CUTTING ACROSS HIS RIGHT EYE AND CHEEK
NOTABLE FEATURES:
HIP PIERCINGS | GLOWS IN THE DARK, ESPECIALLY HIS HAIR AND NAILS
PERSONALITY
QUIET | HARDWORKING | HONEST | POLITE | ASTUTE | DIGNIFIED | CLEVER | WITHDRAWN | INDEPENDENT | COOL-HEADED | PRIVATE | RESPONSIBLE | TIDY | EMPATHETIC | COOPERATIVE | MERCIFUL | WELL-MANNERED | EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE | NON-CONFRONTATIONAL(-ISH) | ANXIOUS | SELF-CRITICAL | ANTISOCIAL(-ISH) | ADDICTIVE PERSONALITY | PESSIMIST | IMPATIENT
LIKES
BROWNIES WITH WHIPPED CREAM | THE SCENT OF COFFEE | MINT | WRITING | SUBTLE PIERCINGS | MYSTERIES | SMOOTH FABRICS, E.G., SILK | THRILLER NOVELS | SOME HORROR NOVELS | FEELING PRODUCTIVE | NON-SOLAR WARMTH | MAGNOLIA BLOSSOMS | STRING INSTRUMENTS | FRESH-BAKED BREAD | FASHION | THE SMELL OF DISINFECTANT | PHYSICAL ENTERTAINERS (ACROBATS, FIRE-EATERS, CONTORTIONISTS, ETC.) | THE SOUND OF TYPEWRITER KEYS | RAIN | THEATRE | SODA | THE INDOORS | TRAINS | ASTRONOMY | PATTERNED SOCKS | PEOPLE-WATCHING | CHESS | FANCY BATHS | SILENCE
DISLIKES
LARGE SOCIAL GATHERINGS | PICKLES | HIS PANIC ATTACKS | HIS FLASHBACKS | STRONG PERFUME/COLOGNE | CIGARETTES | NEPOTISM | WASTEFULNESS | THE SMELL OF THE SEA | IDLE CHATTER | CLOWNS | THE SUN | BEING OUT AT NIGHT | HIS GLOWING | ELITISM | GENERAL ARROGANCE | PRESSURE | THE SMELL OF LAVENDER | LEATHER | STRENUOUS ACTIVITY | VIOLENCE |
HIMSELF | PDA | POLITICS | LOUD NOISES | BLUE CHEESE | NAPS | HIS OLD FAMILY | MESS
STRENGTHS
SEWING | VERY QUICK WITH HIS HANDS | FENCING | PLAYING THE VIOLIN | FORMAL DANCING | BUDGETING
WEAKNESSES
EMOTIONAL VULNERABILITY | FEAR OF FAILURE | PARANOIA
HISTORY
TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE
Originally born Merritt Lomaseul, he was the middle child of wealthy Elemental Fae doctors. He was constantly in his "talented" older brother's shadow and never as cherished as his "adorable" younger sister, and it felt like the only time he really got attention was when he did something wrong. He was an anxious child, and this led him to be pretty clumsy and forgetful in his youth, which his parents detested. He was also too empathetic and honorable for their taste, finding the corrupt deals and web-weaving of the upper class morally reprehensible. The punishments for the poor behavior got continuously more severe with time, turning away from discipline and more toward an outlet his parents could use to take out their stress.
At age twelve, he found himself in the wrong part of town and was victimized by some neighborhood thugs. He tried to fight back, but he only managed to get a few blows in before he was severely beaten and his money taken. He ran home and promptly explained to his parents what had happened, but rather than come to his aid, he was beaten for being "so reckless" and "so weak." In his rage, his father shattered a nearby vase and an errant shard cut a long gash across Merritt's face. Merritt was promptly sent to his room.
In a moment of courage and spite, he escaped through his bedroom window and fled into the night. He wound up at the Le Cirque de L'Étrange, which was putting on a show in town. There, he was taken in by the Blanchards, two middle-aged Common Fae clothesmakers who'd never been able to conceive a child of their own. They changed his name to Lux Blanchard and promptly trained him in the art of sewing, letting him help design the costumes for the circus performers.
EXTRA
• WANTED TO BE A WRITER GROWING UP AND STILL WRITES IN HIS FREE TIME
• WHEN HE WRITES, HE TYPICALLY GOES SOMEWHERE PUBLIC FOR INSPIRATION
• IF HE HAS A PEN IN HIS HAND, HE'S CLICKING IT OVER AND OVER OR CHEWING ON THE CAP
• ADDICTED TO SODA
• HE MAY OR MAY NOT USE HIS OWN GLOWING AS A NIGHTLIGHT
• SLEEP? WHO'S SHE? NEVER HEARD OF HER
• MISSES THE LUXURIES OF HIS OLD LIFE BUT STILL PREFERS THE FREEDOM OF HIS CURRENT ONE
• DESPITE ENJOYING FASHION AND HAVING A KEEN EYE, HE'S NOT PARTICULARLY INTERESTED IN DRESSING UP HIMSELF, USUALLY PREFERRING MORE BASIC STYLES
• IT'S ALMOST A GUARANTEE THAT HE'LL BE WEARING SOME SORT OF PATTERNED SOCK, EVEN IF IT DOESN'T MATCH HIS OUTFIT; HIS FAVORITE IS ARGYLE
• ACTUALLY SURPRISINGLY DECENT AT SINGING