⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀NAME: Saint Bellerose

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ CLASSIFICATION: Demon

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHDATE: June 21st, 1993

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SEX: M

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ORIENTATION: Bisexual

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀OCCUPATION: Entrepreneur, actor, acting coach

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHTOWN: Oakley, Kansas

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MORAL STANDING: True Neutral


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HEIGHT: 6’1” (185cm)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HAIR COLOR: Brown

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀EYE COLOR: Blue

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MARKINGS: Maroon-like staining on elbow

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AILMENTS: BTE amputee
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ SKIN TONE: Ivory


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRINKING: No
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SMOKING: Cigarettes
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRUGS: No; recovering cocaine addict ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† Enhanced stamina

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† Reading the memories of the dead & living


Saint is an intelligent, eloquent man with a confident professional aura. As he is constantly displaying a poker face, he proves to be a difficult man to read and one with who delivers a first impression of being inattentive and reserved. In reality, Saint is hospitable, a gentleman, but damnably impassive. Even in the face of horror, Saint is nonchalant and unfazed; his brain is wired to predict and formulate elaborate schemes in any situation as he is the lethal hybrid of book and street smarts. He is patient, wishing to not rush into situations unprepared until it is guaranteed he will prevail. He prefers logic over emotion, but there are rare occasions where he wavers and acts in haste due to becoming emotionally overwhelmed. Saint has a bad habit of denying his feelings, a trait that has had him labeled as a sociopath before. He is nothing less than a fierce leader. On the occasion where he fails, he observes such happenings with curiosity, a fascination to learn, rather than be overtaken by frustration. As a workaholic, he cannot give up on a task until he has mastered it though it risks his well-being being set in jeopardy...he is continuously striving to better himself, but is not weary of serving as a mentor to others. Alas, Saint is not conscious of his well-being, he is one of the most stubborn men in the world. Saint is secretive, mysterious, concealing his demonic nature and motives. His baby brother, Ansel, elicited a subconscious fondness of individuals who reminded Saint of him. As Ansel had an influence on Saint as they grew up together, Saint had adopted a playful nature (a crude one) and he enjoys pranks that may “go too far” as the look of surprise and/or horror satisfies him to an unexplainable extent. Saint has a profound nurturing side everyone sees a sliver of but a rare few witness it in its entirety. Saint never speaks in sarcasm or in riddles, never too coy to be blunt. Saint couldn’t care less about what someone’s opinion on him is.

Saint is a spitting image of his father. He’s been told so since day one. He’s always known he wasn’t human. With that knowledge came excitement, excitement that was bred from the blissful oblivion of failing to recognize the origin of his existence. After losing his arm at the age of 7 to prevent a cancerous tumor from spreading to his brain, Saint lost the vigor he once had. Instead of being energetic and naive, the embodiment of bliss, Saint was fatigued and lethargic. His baby brother, Ansel, at three years old, was capable of pushing their mother’s drawers across the bedroom without a twinge of difficulty whilst Saint struggled to lift a five pound dumbbell. Saint was the one to move the wardrobe first, when he was Ansel’s age, but he lost the capacity to once his arm was sawed and taken God-knows-where. His father was a demon, the Devil’s bounty hunter, and he, his son, lost the demonic seed within him from the bloodshed of surgery; young and vulnerable as he was. Saint was like any other child then after...all while his brother excelled, performing backflips and stunts of every sort during recess while Saint sat and observed from afar. Saint sat at a full table during lunch, but ate in his lonesome as his classmates hollered and gossiped around him, all the attention falling on his baby brother. At that moment, he loathed his brother. Saint was the eldest, he was supposed to be the stronger one! The role-model for his brother, the most respected student in school, he was meant to be the best.

Saint felt like a disappointment. His father was an old protector of the people, of humanity, and Saint merely bore a resemblance to his father, that’s all, sheerly sharing the same devilish edge in their eyes and structure of the jaw, the quantity of hairs making up their eyebrows, the thickness of their lips and sharpness of their nose...he had no strength, no skill, like his father. No, that all laid upon his baby brother…! Everything came so easy to his brother, all he had to do was lift a finger whilst Saint had to grind muscle against bone. Nevertheless, he refused to be beat. He broadened his mind with the techniques of taekwondo, karate, jiu-jitsu, muay thai, all while reciting the various muscles, nerves, arteries and organs in the body alongside reciting the quantum field theory. It’s an exaggeration to say he was a “loser”, though, as he was rather popular in high school and middle school for being in theater. Any school event being hosted, he’d be there whether alone or with a group of friends. He enjoyed the gathering of personality in one space.

By his mother’s death when he was 19, Saint was an honor roll student with impeccable grades, ample extracurriculars and volunteering hours attending a respected university in France as a pharmaceutical and healthcare business major. Saint didn’t enjoy a second of any of it, it was an obligation for him, the only way he thought to feel fulfilled. His mother’s death was a misfortune, one he truly never confronted as he buried himself in his school work, but the positive that came of it was moving to the United States and studying at a prestigious university. It was a difficult four years as his father left for Connecticut to work as a professor of Criminal Justice at Yale, Saint tasked to be his brother’s guardian. Again, Saint prioritized his school work and exercise routines over his baby brother. He lived to work, Saint can’t stand still for a second. It became an obsession, an addiction, challenging his body to the verge of collapse. His nerves were fried by the end, the sensation of sizzling numbness a pleasurable one. It was his way of recognizing he was alive, built to conquer. He could defy God, dethrone the Devil, he only had to overcome the fear that rendered him human.

The day he turned 24, a graduate, Saint moved out to his own home in the suburbs only to mysteriously become a millionaire overnight after mundane months and mere pennies in his bank account. His pharmaceutical company was a massive success, the sales international and in demand, and so Saint sold off his business to amplify his fortune and live a quiet life. Saint enjoyed his tranquil lifestyle, the interest he developed in theater during his high school years resurrecting and leading him to perform in a handful of Broadway shows alongside coaching acting classes. For a man who never broke a smile in conversation, he was a stupendous actor. His life was luxurious, desired by a population, a pain to have won. Yet, it seemed he wasn’t satisfied. At night, Saint would think, is he being selfish? Has he gone too far? Either or, he can’t return to ‘normal’ life..he was already living normal life.

† Saint began a cocaine addiction in his third year of university and didn’t quit until after his company’s success.

† Saint, when questioned about his sudden fortune by his brother, replied “I sold myself to the Devil.”

† Saint’s designed his own prosthetic arm and had it custom-made by his own company as its first project.

† It is rare to see Saint outside of professional and business casual attire.

† Saint loves his brother and is supportive of him, but cannot help but be jealous and wish their roles would be reversed.
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