long live the king.

Sate your mind with dreams of grandeur

and go back to sleep

profile.

full title: The Tyrant
real name: Heliotrope
age: mid-late 20's
pronouns: he/him
occupation: Arcadion fighter, ex-Grand Champion, currently (officially) on an extended leave, hunter.
current residence: Solution Nine, residential sector, and various inns around the world.
race: Eldite
romantic preference: Bisexual*
weapons preference: Axe, great sword, scythe, any kind of blade, but not picky.
embued feral soul: The Behemoth

*writer is not currently interested in writing ships, so sorry! teasing is acceptable.

heavy lies the crown, or so say the weak.

summary.

In the aftermath of the events at the Arcadion and the crowning of the new Champion, Tyrant has stepped away from his own position. A mandatory leave of absence, it was ordered, following his abrupt collapse during a public appearance. Concerned fans flooded the building's socials and website, demanding the beloved fighter to take a break from overworking, and thus, the current situation came to be.As the dust settles, the Ex-Champion finds himself with a new challenger to contend with; life beyond the Arcadion, and what about his own self...?

every hope they harbor, mine to obtain.

headcanons.

As he refused treatment until all of the other fighters were first looked after, along with the amount of taxation on his soul from the amount of feral souls he'd used, as well as how long he'd been a fighter and their potency... all these factors combined, his soul suffered a great deal of degradation. So far gone was it, that he shouldn't still live; it was only thanks to a freak phenomenon wherein his soul merged with the Behemoth's soul that he didn't wind up an empty husk altogether. However, when the two souls joined together, no one has been successful in separating the two. It's currently believed that doing so would result in his death, so further tampering has been avoided.Because of this unique condition, on some occasions, the traits of the feral soul may make an appearance, may this be in the form of a tail, horn, spines or glowing eyes manifesting. Said physical attributes he tried fruitlessly to keep out of the public eye, but ended up failing to do so. Since then, he's been trying to accept these changes. Deep down, he finds them oddly comforting, but he won't say it out loud.

Tyrant considers the other fighters, staff members, and the people of Solution Nine to be the closest people to him. He left home at an early age, and his parents had died during the attack on Solution Nine, leaving him with no memory of them. Biological family has ended up a topic he finds difficult to relate to.Though, he keeps a fair bit of distance from others to begin with; while everyone else has seemed to have started settling down, he hasn't quite moved on from it all...Not to mention, his currently weakened physical state that he's reluctant to discuss.

These days, while traveling the world and on his journey of self-revelation, he's found a fondness of fishing, and other outdoor activities. He's not the best at them, but it's the experience that matters, right?Another little-known fact about the Tyrant is his fondness of cute things, on top of his more known enjoyment of anything "cool". Being so shackled to his public persona, he oft is unable to partake in said expressions, much to his dismay.Finally, his real name remains unknown to nearly all. Only the President had known it at the time - and now, the Tyrant seems even more disinterested than ever in sharing it with others, not even with the other fighters. It's as if he's adamant on his title being the name he's referred to from now on, living with the blood on his hands.

Touch his tail at your own risk...