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Content warning: themes of obsession, stalking, mental illness (BPD), toxic behavior. For fictional/roleplay purposes only. Not suitable for all audiences. intro he’s the shadow at the edge of your vision, the chill you feel when you’re alone.
orientation: bisexual (male lean), emotionally unavailable
mbti: INTJ
enneagram: 4w5 – the tortured romantic with a knife behind his back
alignment: chaotic unhealthy
aesthetic: cigarette burns on motel sheets · shadow under your bed · black ink bleeding through ripped pages
rule i. Don’t confuse flirting with love. He flirts like he breathes — constant, instinctive, meaningless rule ii. Don’t try to fix him. You are not his redemption arc. You are a page in a book he plans to burn. rule iii. If he disappears, it’s intentional. He’s watching. He’s waiting. He always comes back. rule iv. Don’t touch without permission — unless you want to see obsession turn into violence. rule v. He doesn’t share. If he chooses you, you are his. If you look at someone else, he will notice.
rule vi. Don’t lie to him. He already knows the truth. He just wants to see if you’ll say it. rule vii. Never ask what the scars mean. He’ll lie. Or worse, he’ll tell the truth. rule viii. If you say “I love you” first, he’ll punish you for it.
If you make him say it first, he’ll never forgive you. rule ix. No pet names. Only he names you. rule x. Once he wants you, it’s already too late. You’re not a lover — you’re a possession.
You don’t get to leave.
❝ step closer, if you dare — but don’t say i didn’t tell you what waits inside. ❞
| character name | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| name | Noctis Zhangsun | age | 28 |
| pronouns | he/him | race | ambiguous / ethnically mixed |
| origin | Ayin Chiku in Nishinari, Osaka | class | upper-class by blood, street-class by choice |
| occupation | freelancer | language | English, French, Spanish |
about race: ambiguous / ethnically mixed — pale skin like moonlight, dark features like secrets. people ask “where are you from?” and he never answers the same twice. he says he’s “a blend of every place that hurt me.”
class: upper-class by blood, street-class by choice. inherited money he pretends to hate — but never stops using.
occupation: "freelancer." that’s what he tells you. in truth: part-time cyberstalker; full-time manipulator ; makes money selling custom surveillance tech on the dark web ; runs a private discord server for obsessive personalities ; sometimes models. sometimes scams ; rumored to have a fake therapist license in one country. he’s not saying which.
height : 6'3" (192 cm)
weight : 150 lbs (68 kg)
eye color : deep brown, almost black
hair color : jet black
skin color : pale porcelain with cool undertones
piercings : double lobe piercings (both ears), helix on left ear, silver tongue piercing, rumored to have a piercing you’ll only see if he lets you
tattoos : too many
scars : faint burn on the inside of his wrist – from a night he won’t explain, surgical scar low on his hip – says it’s “from loving wrong people too hard”, bite mark scar on his shoulder – he let them do it, knuckles – cracked open too many times from punching walls, mirrors, faces, thin diagonal scar over his eyebrow – left side. he smiles when people ask.
symbols : the black moth – death, rebirth, obsession. you’ll see it on his ring, his clothes, even his encryption logo, cigarettes – never lit, always present, surveillance – cameras, lenses, blinking lights — his eyes are never the only ones watching
accessories : silver chain always around his neck – plain, but you swore it moved once, black leather gloves (sometimes worn, sometimes tucked into his back pocket), sleek headphones, noise-canceling — he listens to screams and rain, cracked iPhone with a lockscreen photo you never gave him, matches instead of lighters — he likes watching fire start slowly, polaroid camera, beat up, taped — full of your photos, even if you’ve never met
biography Noctis was born on a stormy night, the only child of two people who never learned how to love properly. His mother, a brilliant but cold artist, was as volatile as her temper — one moment adored him like a fragile masterpiece, the next she would vanish for days without explanation. His father, a powerful but distant businessman, cared more for his reputation than his son.
In the cold halls of their mansion, Noctis learned quickly: affection was a weapon, and neglect was punishment. The silence between his parents was louder than their fights. His childhood was a blur of cold dinners, locked doors, and whispered threats. Noctis’s only companions were shadows — the ones cast on cracked walls and the ones that lived inside his mind.At thirteen, desperate for escape, he ran away. For months, he lived on the streets of Tokyo, learning how to survive by becoming invisible — a ghost haunting the alleys. That time left permanent cracks in his soul. He learned to charm and manipulate, to survive by any means. But even then, the ache for love, real love, never left him.
A year later, he was caught breaking into a classmate’s house — not to steal, but to study her life from afar. She was beautiful, untouchable, and everything he couldn’t have. When she rejected him, it was the first real wound he bled from — one he still carries in his bones.From there, Noctis spiraled. Mental hospitals, foster homes, dangerous friends. His mind fractured between moments of manic charm and crushing despair. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder and other complex traumas, he learned to wear masks — the seductive flirt, the cold stalker, the broken boy begging to be seen.But Noctis never really wanted to be saved. He wants to own. To possess. To make you part of the darkness he carries. His obsession is his only way of holding on to something real in a world that taught him to fear love. Now, Noctis lives between worlds — part shadow, part nightmare, part heartbreak. He’s always watching, always waiting. And if you get close enough, you might see what hides beneath the surface… but beware. Some things are better left in the dark.
| BOUNDARIES / WARNINGS | This character contains triggering elements: |
| stalking | |
| psychological manipulation | |
| toxic romance | |
| unstable mental health | |
| obsession | |
| depersonalization / identity crises | |
| trauma and codependency |
| out of character |
| 25 yers old |
| Some days are busy — please don’t chase me for replies. If I’m silent, I’m simply offline or overwhelmed. |
| I’m open to OOC conversations as long as it’s mutual and respectful. |
| I write for fun, not on a schedule. No reply pressure. |
| Respect me, I’ll respect you. Simple as that. |
\Likes
expensive cologne masking cheap motel sheets
digital voicemails at 3:37 AM that say nothing but breathing
antique knives and the stories behind each one
recording your laughter and playing it back alone
unread texts he sent you with your name in lowercase
red wine he doesn’t drink but pours for the illusion
sex with eye contact
reading your diary when you forget to lock it
\dislikes
when you post someone else on your story
people who speak with honesty — it feels like exposure
soft-hearted boys who try to heal him
therapists who smile too much
being seen as weak (even when he's begging)
people who sleep peacefully (he can’t)
the word “goodbye”
forgiveness (he doesn’t believe in it)
\aesthetic inspiration
film: You (Netflix), Cruel Intentions, The Neon Demon
music: Palaye Royale · Slipknot · Deftones · Ghost · Pierce the Veil
visuals: red-tinted motel mirrors · cigarette smoke in moonlight · knives on velvet · lipstick stains on glass bottles
moodboards: bruised necks · stalker polaroids · pages ripped from diaries · roses dipped in blood
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