"Oh I know who you are, Dr. Mordaunt." Sid cut an imposing figure as he strode across the room and draped into a chair like he owned the place. A cold, overly bright, smile sat stagnant on his face, unchanging even as he looked around before unflinching eyes fixed on Gilmary. Even as he pulled at the pale pink sleeves of his shirt, making sure the perfect amount peeked out from under the soft blue suit. Sid took his sweet time to get comfortable before finally continuing.
"I just want to know what happened." He repeated, "I want to understand why I keep getting saddled with ungrateful little rats." Sid pulled a phone from his pocket, "I keep them safe, I give them a home," He tossed it over, no warning, the screen was cracked but a picture of Cooper on the lock screen made it clear whose phone it was. "And yet, they stab me in the back."
@idontkillorphans sent in: No.46 for Sid //uh oh - From X meme
A nephilim. What a delightful, and rare, little prize. A new curiosity, if he played his cards right, and apparently he had. Or the little thing was just especially stupid trusting and desperate.
"Look at you, pretty boy," Sid cooed at Sleipnir like a pet as he pushed in to the hilt again, repeated dips, feeding his full length down the young man's throat. He was beautiful, bared in front of him, head over the edge of the chair, wrists strapped in place. "Such a natural little cocksucker, and here I thought that throat of yours would need more training."
He pulled out and tapped his cock against Sleip's chin, leaving a trail of spit and precum. "You should thank me for this, pet, it's a skill you'll get plenty of use out of." He thrust back in with a dark chuckle, "Trust me."
Personality: Can be smooth and charming, even seem kind at times. Erratic, demanding, precise. Expects things to be how he wants them. Doesn't react well when they aren't. Can get scary quiet and calm when crossed, or can react with immediate and explosive rage. It's hard to predict.
Style and Appearance: Incredibly put together. Slim cut suits. Pastels and brights. Never anything dull. Matching the shirt and the pocket square. Weird kitschy cufflinks and lapel chains. Everything is expensive. Everything is bespoke. Has shorter slick back hair with a few intentional fly aways to give it an effortless look. Lot of jewellery. Especially rings. Has a unique signet ring of a panther with a mermaid tail.
Piercings and Tattoos: Ear lobes pierced. Usually wears studs that match the outfit in some way.
Scars and Distinguishing Marks: Jagged long scars across his back and back of his thighs.
Sexuality: Gay. Dom, bottom leaning verse. It's rare he's going to top, but he will occasionally.
Links: Canon - Media - Aesthetic - Music - Threads
Bits and Pieces:
Military straight out of high school. Substance issues and smuggling using the military mail system got him a couple years in a military prison and a dishonorable discharge. Luckily, he'd already made the connections to land on his feet once out.
Worked as right hand man to a vampire woman who'd built an ever growing enterprise based off selling undetectable/untestable highs to humans using supernatural origins. Got tired of being second in command. Changed those circumstances.
In the nearly two decades since, he's grown that enterprise into an empire. Owns many completely legal businesses, as well as continuing and expanding the production and dealing side of things. Owns bars, clubs, a porn studio, brothels and legal sex clubs. All across the eastern seaboard, but specifically focused in Miami, DC and NYC.
Loaded. Fucking loaded. His Miami home has a manned and guarded gate and driveway, as well as private waterfront access. His NYC place is a huge penthouse apartment.
Treats his employees surprisingly well outside of specific circumstances. Expects them to keep up their end of a bargain, if they do, they'll get along great.
Almost always has a bodyguard around. They'll be some type of canine supernatural being. A werewolf, a dog shifter, a fae hound. Anything like that.
Loves a party. A big reason he does bespoke party drug design as part of the business is getting invites and connections. It doesn't earn as much long term as other branches of the business.
I am not interested in super serious realistic criminal RP with this guy. He's intentionally bombastic and extreme with a level of success and yet privacy that likely couldn't realistically exist.
