In case your Confused Dorian is my BoP Oc. He's separate from the main Deck in the actual Story.
〜 Dorian tapped the cold dark ebony table, he was deep in thought about the recent events, the Abrahamic deck, the most sought after Deck. The Devil never cared for that Deck, too much going on. But this was being fully broadcasted so to speak, Especially since Lucy the Fairy with the furthest future sight in all of Avalon.
Dorian heard his Devilettes crash a few rooms down, Dorian was a Devil from a separate Deck, one that wasn’t as important as the Abrahamic Deck, not as Relevant which he was thankful for. Running his hands through his white hair, his green eyes scanned the room, paintings everywhere, he was an artist, same with his Devilettes, this place was filled with art and murals, none had a rhyme or reason, just whatever they felt in the moment. The place was always dark and moody despite a fellow major arcana saying he needed to get out more and try living. He does, through ink, charcoal, and oil paints His hands were stained and the colour under his nails ranged from the brightest green of grass from mother nature's love to the darkest blues of the ocean where only Leviathan from the humans biblical tales would rule.
Fixing his tie, Dorian was a very formal man in style, despite his hands being stained his white button ups and waist coats never stained, a skill that impressed people, looking in an ornate mirror his vain nature showing through, he fixed his lipstick, a dark moody red that felt like blood laced his lips.
“Dorian, have you heard about the new ruler of the Hellsing clan?” Someone spoke, the Moon Card From this deck, the only other person he could stand, and one of his three friends, “Yes, Alexander I believe, I heard Lucifer is attempting to be in that deck, what an obnoxious man,” Dorian, fixed his eyeliner with the ornate dagger, “Tell me this Noriko: We’ll be alone right?” He requested, Noriko was a Japanese woman, One with no paranoia, meanwhile Dorian was paranoid, the reason this deck was regal and extravagant is due to it belonging to a Princess.
“Dorian, We’ll be alone, Don’t fret” Noriko told him, thank the lords, his paranoia calmed, he was never the parents of their dear princess would try some shady business Alexander and the Princess were the same age, and the rich knew no bounds to greed and power, he didn’t want to be caught in the affairs with them, their dear princess wasn’t going anywhere, not on Dorian’s watch.
“The Crown deck will be safe,” Noriko glowed, her white kimono sleeves flowed as she opened her arms, Dorian accepted her gesture, “Ooooh, the Boss and the Moon are hanging out again” One of the Devilettes peaked her head around the corner, this one by the name Rain, Dorian shot her a glare, she immediately slinked away, Noriko was a gentle presence that always brought ease to Dorian's constant torment and turmoil. The Crown deck was bought for the princess when she was a young girl not even Five, she flipped through the cards before she even understood them, the deck knew she was too young to understand fortune and the magic, so the cards simply accompanied her, keeping the young princesses company.
Dorian taught her to paint and dress up, Noriko taught her calmness, the Sun brought life, and the others did what they could. Eventually though she learned how to draw fortune and fate out from the cards, which was a great achievement in his eyes. Looking at the kimono, it was decorated with silhouettes of flowers, her long blonde hair was pinned up in an elegant style, Dorian has painted her and her younger brother the sun before, along with the young princess. Somehow the Devil ended up with the two brightest things in the sky and the brightest human as his companions. It baffled him. 〜
