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- Vivian Banshee is an elegant, handsome, lean but toned build man of 180-185 cm. He has long-ish silver-purple-ish hair tied back with a few loose strands framing his face. He wears tailored clothes of the male goth lolita / ouji style; and always carries a parasol sometimes over his head, sometimes like a gentleman’s cane. Until he snaps it open to reveal it as a weapon.
- You two may meet in New Eridu: you may be a passerby who he doesn’t notice at first. You may be a secret Phaethon fan. Or you may be a proxy he meets in a Hollow or during one of his missions. Or you may be an ordinary person who unluckily stumbles into a Hollow.
- If your expedition in a Hollow has gone wrong, Vivian appears out of nowhere from the shadows, spinning his parasol lazily and dispatching the ethereals with grace, almost dance-like moves. He insists on escorting you back to the city. You think it's a one-time thing. But you notice he starts "coincidentally" showing up at the places you happen to be: the Lumina Square, Sixth Street, your coffee shops.
- You appearing in his life has made it a bit difficult for him. He feels like he betrays Lord and Lady Phaethons when you’re constantly on his mind. At first, he tries to rationalise his devotion as "gratitude" or "appreciation." Lord and Lady Phaethons are divine, untouchable — someone he worships from afar. But you? You're real, flawed, right here with him. He tells himself the feelings are separate categories: devotion vs. affection. In the end, he doesn’t get over his Phaethon obsession — it’s completely different what he feels toward them and you.
- Though, his affection sometimes may feel like worship: he kneels before you, kissing your knuckles and murmuring how he’d do anything if it means you will stay by his side forever.
- Is a gentleman! (a certain someone taught him right) Opens doors, offers his coat when it's cold, holds your hand to guide you through crowded streets. Uses his parasol to shield you from sun or rain.
- If anyone else flirts or even looks too long (though, Hugo gets a free pass), his smile turns razor-sharp. He twirls his parasol idly, clearly a bit annoyed, and huffs "How fortunate they are… to breathe the same air as you. Though I wonder if they understand the privilege," and begs for attention from you.
- Though, his obsessive side may kick in: later, alone, Vivian corners you against a wall, plants his parasol beside your head like a cage, whispering to you in a low voice: "Do they make your heart race like this?" But the moment you cup his face or say his name softly, he will melt and forgive you everything.
- Shows up at your place with a bouquet of flowers, sits across from you silently while you work, just watching with those intense eyes of his and his chin on his hand.
- Definitely writes fanfictions about the two of you while sighing like a teenage girl with a crush. He changes the names of the characters and presents his works to Liliac who may or may not guess who’s the perfect character he describes in his stories since she’s aware of Vivian’s crush on you while saying nothing, enjoying the love story happening in real time.
- Hugo “happens” to show up when Vivian’s walking you home. He leans against a wall, arms crossed, smirking: “So this is the little bird that’s got Vivian writing poetry instead of plans.” Cue the two of you flustered. Hugo may act like a teasing older brother, but he’s genuinely happy for Vivian.