Osirus Dren Daligoy

Short description here.

Physical Description

 * Height: 6ft 4in
 * Weight: 150 pounds
 * Eye Color: Blue
 * Hair Color: Black
 * Hair Style: Long

Family

 * Father: N/A
 * Mother: N/A

Skills
Musically talented - a fantastic singer and good guitarist.

Appearance
Osirus generaly dresses in black - primarily leather - but he's capable of dressing out for anything, really, as long as he doesn't have to wear bright colors. He has a generally intimidating appearance, despite his slender build and somewhat feminine features; his height and style aren't exactly welcoming.

Likes

 * Sex
 * Drugs
 * Rock 'n roll
 * Being a bad person, in general.
 * Heavy drinking - not like he can die from it after all.
 * Looking nice.
 * His job.
 * Solitude.
 * Loud music.
 * Playing his guitar.

Dislikes

 * Most people
 * Being judged
 * Smooth jazz
 * Dr. Pepper
 * The color pink
 * Loudmouth people
 * Sensitive ears
 * Virgin eyes
 * Children
 * Sexists, racists, homophobes

Personality

 * Dark. In general, Osirus has a dark outlook on life. He's a cynic, reluctant to be alive, and just getting out of bed in the morning in hard. Looking in on his life, it's dark too - he works in the adult entertainment business, he has very little money, and what he does earn is spent on bad habits.
 * Impulsive. Sir's life is driven by nothing more than a series of emotions and impulses that take constant control over his logical mind...
 * Witty. But he is by no means stupid. In fact, he's very intelligent, articulate, and well-spoken. He's especially good at snarky comments and witty retorts.
 * Tough. Emotionally and mentally, he can take a hell of a beating. It's the kind of thing one develops after living among mortals for hundreds of years. Hard times, no problem. Stress, ain't no thang.
 * Easily addicted.''' Be it drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, or even caffeine, if it's addictive, he'll find himself quickly unable to stop.
 * Wild. At parties, he's the guy with most of his clothes off, the last the pass out. He can generally be trusted to handle the music, drinks, food, and whatever else is needed for a hell of a good time. Even if he's a...
 * Loner. He prefers to keep to himself most of the time. He doesn't openly speak about himself or his lifestyle, he doesn't complain much, and he's a very reserved and composed figure in public.
 * Insomniac. He's never been able to sleep well on Earth - it haunts him mercilessly.
 * Patient. Several hundred years has made him extremely patient, and he rarely gets stressed over waiting or being somewhere on time.
 * Decent self-esteem. For a while, he felt horrible about himself and what he's been reduced to. Now he's fine with it. In fact, he sort of enjoys it.

Biography
Osirus began his life as an angel in heaven. Nothing serious, nothing out of the ordinary, except Osirus was definitely not cut out for it. He didn't just disobey God, he did whatever he damn well pleased with whomever he wanted, and his various acts of defiance and sin got him sent to Earth finally - some four hundred years ago. That time to him is now little more than a blur of watching all the suffering in the world with apathy. It seemed all he saw was more sin, more agony, the death of innocent people by the millions. Not that he cared, much, but he did hate the world and all those that walked its surface. Even those up above found themselves subject of the fallen angel's helpless disdain.

So he became a stripper. Obviously. It made him feel better about himself, but at the same time worse. Besides, he had to make a living somehow. Was he really satisfied giving himself away for money? He felt dirty, wrong, and very much violated; especially since he usually hated his customers. Until he found himself in America in the year 1968, which was also the same time he discovered what would later become rock and roll.

He loved the 80's and 90's beyond words, and is still stuck in the era in many ways. The new, more rebellious music made Osirus feel better about himself and his occupation, and some rock anthems even made him glad he would live forever. He began to party and drink, and the human race didn't seem as bad as it once had.

Extra's
None.