CIVILIAN . DALVOUX, ROYAL

Royal Dalvoux

Charming. Flamboyant. Vain.

Original name was Jaesun Signore. Nickname is Roy.

Twenty-Eight

October 4th 1984

Male

Heterosexual bordering on Asexual

Civilian

He works as one of the few male...'entertainers' at the club 4play, as well as working as an assistant to the ladies on the days he isn't set to perform. He also occasionally works on-call for various jobs such as bachelorette parties (or in general the 'ladies night in' sort of parties), though those are rare – he's even been known to play the 'escort' game once or twice when offered a large sum of money for it (mostly for the desperate or the cougars who liked a new pretty boy on their arm for every party). In general, he sells his body for just about everything but sexual acts, as it's easy cash. In between that he can occasionally be found doing favors for the local mob, as well.

Residence

For the past couple years he's been living on the east side of LA in a very cramped but vaguely comfortable two bedroom house that Royal rents. It's in a none-too-friendly neighborhood and the person who owns the house is, in fact, tied to the mob (which is understandable, as they offered him the deal due to his favors to them), but Royal doesn't seem terribly bothered by it, and neither does his sister, surprisingly enough. Both will take just about any home or neighborhood rather than return to their family.

Appearance

● Approximately 5'7” tall, half Korean heritage kicking in to stunt his height a bit – small frame and decently defined muscle tone due to his years in the Royal Air Force as well has his continued daily exercise discipline ingrained into him.

● Carries a sense of confidence and self-respect in how he presents and carries himself, even at his job, which many consider 'demeaning'.

● Ridiculously well-kept thin black hair, falling in multiple length layers ranging from his jawline to his collarbone. Royal is vaguely obsessed with his hair – he splurges on high-end products to keep it smooth as silk, and should anyone do anything he would consider 'purposely sabotaging' his hair...he would kill them. One way or another.

● Rather ordinary, almond-brown eyes, almond-shaped and vaguely slanted to show the Asian side of his parentage.

● His facial structure leaves him very androgynous looking, oval face with minimal sharp curves, plush lips, and is rarely seen with any hint of facial hair (not without work – while he's not what you'd call hairy, his smooth skin takes work). This is also helped by the fact he has no shame or issues wearing cosmetic to enhance his feminine-esque appearance.

● Has a few small scars left from his military training and occasional assignments. Other than that, however, he has no mark on his skin, not a tattoo or piercing – he's one of the few who resisted the urge when all the others in his unit were getting them when they were on leave.

Personality

There are two, very distinct images that one can glean from this man – his work, or public personality being the most consistent, and while not an entirely accurate depiction of his character, is a fair assumption to go off of since he rarely acts differently unless you catch him in his domestic life. His public persona normally consists of a lot of charisma, flamboyancy, flirting, and a general carefree, charming air, his speech eloquent and strikingly out of place for someone who lives on the 'low end of the spectrum', side effects of the etiquette of a military family that he never quite outgrew. The only time you can catch him out of this would be at his own home, where a lot of the charm and flirtatious nature will be whittled down to nonexistent, and the lightheartedness of his conversation won't really be quite as prominent – making it obvious he's never quite the man he claims to be.

A notorious flirt and charmer at his job (weather its his actual working day or he's helping backstage), he's acquired an image of promiscuity that is so hilariously inaccurate that even he is amused by it, so he maintains it, just to have something to laugh at. He's perpetually bored with a lot of aspects of life, and as such, does hat he can to keep himself amused – which includes but is not limited to leading people on, putting on a show to make others uncomfortable, and making incredibly inappropriate and ill-timed jokes. He comes off as a whole lot more colorful those in his workplace, and is considered to have a 'strong' personality due to it – so much so that sometimes, even those who work alongside him feel a need to warn friends before they meet him. He definitely knows how to make an impression.

Despite this whole act, Royal is pretty well adjusted, unflappable and hard to get under the skin of, even if he does feign a very 'flighty' vibe – its mostly for the fun of it, simply because he's seen enough serious faces and dour attitudes to last a lifetime...from various sources, but one in particular stands out. Typically, the last thing people see when they interact with Royal isn't a man who's been disciplined through the military and can take a hell of a lot of fire before his patience snaps...or as anyone who can snap as harshly as him. There's no irritated reaction like a military irritated reaction – but he's tried his best to put his years of training behind him, because militia forces have far too large of a collective stick up their asses for his liking. Regardless, trying his patience isn't suggested.

Said military history instilled a whole lot of aspects in him he'd like to deny but are definitely there, however. Determination, an almost irritating tenacity about keeping his schedule, zero tolerance for people who can't pull their own weight (or those who at least don't try to), and a nice level of self-esteem that doesn't quite broach egotistical but maintains a constant state of self-assurance that one wouldn't normally find in someone so low-class and with an occupation such as him. Granted, his intense vanity can't something they managed to quite train out of him, but so long as no one insults his hair or his pretty face, that's generally something he attempts to restrain. Unless he's at home and between friends, however, it's rare to see his militaristic traits.

History

Born as Jaesun Signore at an unholy hour on a freezing October 4th in Winchester,, England. He was the first child of Hadrian and Ren Signore, two people from long lines of military on both sides and set up in a glorified arranged marriage by said families. Despite this, they handled it well enough. His mother had been twenty-seven when she'd been forced to retire from the military due to her pregnancy with him, and had to adjust herself to domestic life while her husband was still serving. Luckily, Royal was too young to remember the mood swings from this period. By the time his brother, Valente (who is the only child his father was around to name), was born three years later, Ren had mellowed out – though she still wasn't what one would call a motherly figure. Her mindset was still stuck in her time serving, and her overly strict habits on her boys tended to make them withdraw and only socialize with each other.

He went through top-tier schools for most his life (all of which were typically affiliated with military families and practices...Royal figured out soon enough in life where his future career was headed, no matter what he wanted), even as a kid, and hardly even knew his father existed until he was around age eleven, when Hadrian retired from the royal marines. If he thought the household was strict and had a collective stick up its ass with just his mother around, he had no idea what to call it when his father decided to finally join in. It was generally easier to avoid the man, however – so long as he and his brother were quiet and did well in school, they were typically left alone. Though the balance of this was thrown when his very surprise sister was born when he was thirteen, and suddenly he and his brother were constantly reminded they had to be a good image to his sister.

The following years were torn between forced 'family time' (normally enforced by his father, surprisingly, who seemed to mellow as more time went by while his mother become less so...), and when the boys each hit the age of 16 they started basic pre-military training as an aside to their usual school. It was a good thing Royal had made no effort to become attached to any dreams of a future occupation, considering as soon as he graduated when he was 18, he was told to pick a military division he preferred. That was about the only choice he got in the matter, really. Both his parents had been Royal marines, so he knew that was what he expected from him, but he wasn't stupid, he knew his limits – and he knew that was a bit above said limits – neither his physical strength nor his resilience could quite live up for that training. To be fair, he only took one step down from it – the Royal Air Force.

He was surprised he stuck with it as long as he did. Hell he was surprised he got promoted all the way to flight lieutenant before he left, for that matter. The lifestyle didn't suit him, and while he managed to grit his teeth and bear it (only just barely sometimes – he hated the posturing of over half the population he as surrounded by, coupled with most of them having a larger stick up their ass than his parents combined), in the end he knew there was no way it was going to work. He had no idea hat else he wanted to do, and he supposed the thrill ride of the flights he took part in weren't too bad, but everything else grated on him, slowly, for four years. He finally snapped when he was on tour with his unit in France and received a bragging call from his mother about how his brother (who had opted for the marines) had done this that and berated him carelessly, all while mentioning about how soon enough Mina would start her pre-military training, as well. His poor sister, who was naïve and fragile and would break under the pressure. It was then he realized how little his parents actually cared about their kids and cared more about their legacy.

Leaving hadn't been his first thought – in fact he'd been doing little else but fuming silently for several days and going out to bars far more than he should have – but the idea had been implanted in his brain when a woman joined him during one of his binges. He'd been too quick to assume she'd bought him a drink in an attempt to chat him up, and he'd rebuffed her rather rudely – only be be met with laughter and her assuring him she was far too young for her tastes, and that she thought he looked like he needed a drink and someone to talk to. Surprising even himself, he took the offer, assuming he'd never see her again. As it turned out, she was a regular at the bar – and when he came back there she was again, and the routine from before repeated itself. Over the month he as stationed there, this Amalia Dalvoux and he became fast friends, and a few days before he as set to leave, she sprung a proposition on him.

She was planning to leave the country and head for the United States. She wouldn't specify why, but he was fairly sure she was in legal trouble – typically telling someone from the military, friend or not, that you were in legal trouble, was a bad idea. Despite this, she extended him an invite to go with her – on the condition he be able to pay his debt when they arrived, naturally. At first he thought it was a little extreme, and allowed himself a few days to think on it. In the end that was actually his downfall – the more he thought the more he hated the idea of staying here, in this toxic lifestyle where he was damn sure he'd never be allowed to be even remotely happy with himself. Two weeks later he found himself in Los Angeles (apparently this was where her 'contacts' were...it got shadier as time went on), and despite the difficulties he could foresee ahead, he didn't regret it. He couldn't go back to Great Britain ever again, however – going AWOL was a serious offense. Luckily, they couldn't follow him overseas.

He quickly discovered he'd been looped into incredibly shady, if mundane jobs for the local Russian mob. It should have bothered him, but it didn't. Six months of paying off his debt with favors and he and Amalia were set free to do as they pleased – and his first action was to entrench himself in debt with them again be asking for another favor. It wasn't something he was proud of – even if he hadn't liked the military the underbelly of the world didn't appeal to him, either, and railed against the morals engraved into him – but the only way to get his sister away from his parents was through them. He'd managed to keep in contact with her over the months, and had spent most the time convincing her to come to him. It had taken lot to convince her (he suspected a large amount was due to the unrest at home, to be honest), but paid off when she agreed when he promised her a way there.

The next year wasn't the easiest. His sister arrived barely a week after he requested the assistance, at which point he immediately made a drastic action, knowing their family would put feelers out after them, “legally” changing his name to become Amalia's brother, and for good measure changing his sister’s surname to his new one as well as becoming her “legal” guardian. This, naturally, took some getting used to, but between ton of minimum-wage jobs with co-workers who used his new name as well as the mafia ties he still retained (he payed off favors slowly but surely, and had somehow seemed to gain some sort of favoritism with the agents he worked with, granting him a bit of wiggle room...he supposed there were some advantages to making friends with the underworld, even if he still didn't like it), and by the time me managed to snag his first real steady job, he no longer even identified as Jaesun.

When he paid off the last of his debts he was, unsurprisingly, offered a permanent spot in the lower end mob ring he'd somehow made friends with – which he, as politely as he could, declined, but still agreed to favors whenever he needed the extra cash and to keep them friendly. From there on out it was a lot easier. From ages 24 to 26 he managed to get a firm foothold in America finally (even managing to get an actual house when he was 25), for once a mostly legitimate one, holding the same job for those two years. He only left when one of his friends told him her wages at her job, which put his to shame, and on a good recommendation from said friend, he managed to get a job there. It ended up evolving into a little bit more than an assistant after some time, but the bonus of the tips was strong enough to convince him. He still hasn't quite managed to escape from the shadier end of life, and suspects he never quite will, but despite that he still prefer here to his military life.

Miscellaneous

● Having been born and raised in Great Britain (Winchester, to be specific), Royal has that lilting British accent that so many people seem to adore listening to. He's not minded by indulging them – coupled with his propriety, people assume he's a lot higher class than he is, so when the bomb is dropped either about his living situation or his job, it makes for a very amusing moment of pure incredulity from the party he's speaking with. He's been questioned a few times if he was the owner of the club he works at, which is always met a fair bit of laughter from him – plainly for the irony of the statement.

● For someone who both works as a male stripper and is such a notorious flirt, Royal has a very odd situation. While he claims to be asexual and have no sex drive, it's a bit exaggerated – it's a simplistic way to explain away why he's not interested, rather than having to explain his medical problems, just because that makes the situation even more awkward. He was one of those kids who had an awkward puberty, with it starting about four years before it should have, and his whole hormonal system was apparently out of whack. It wasn't really discovered until it was too late to fix the 'easy' way, and when he did find out he was eyebrow-deep in military training, so he'd opted to put it off. Being unable to predict the future, he's now stuck in this perpetual lack of sex drive and honestly there are many more things worth his time and money, and he can't be bothered to 'fix' it just so he can become as testosterone-fueled as most other males. In a way, not thinking with his pants has taken him a hell of a lot farther than he would have otherwise been able to. He does have a sex drive, however – but it takes a hell of a lot of work to pull it out of him.

● Royal likes to jokingly call himself a working single mom simply because...well, he almost is. His own fairly young age aside, his 15-year-old sister, Mina, is far closer to a daughter than a sibling, and his having to take care of her is what drains the majority of his money, though he'd never tell her that. He lives with and plays caretaker for her in their small little house in the middle of a decidedly not child-safe neighborhood (15 or not, Royal sees her as a child half the time – the fact she acts like it helps the argument), and all the forged documentation he has courtesy of his mob ties claims him as her only surviving immediate family. Utter bullshit, naturally, but being in another country means they're far away from eyes that would be willing to pry deeper into the issue. They've been living in the strange mix of a sibling and father/daughter relationship for just over two years.

Roleplayer Information

DANI;; Also plays too many frickin chars

PREFERANCE;; Honestly I don't care either way.

FACE CLAIM;; Starry Sky – Kotarou Hoshizuki