Bio: Comes from a broken family. His father is a gambler and his mother comes and goes. Sometimes she’s like an angel to him and sometimes she’s worse than his father. He’s unreliable at his best and violent at his worst, though rarely outright cruel. Dante ran away at age sixteen and has been living on his own since then. He didn’t finish high school and survived on what money he stole from his father and what he made himself. He’s been doing small work since he was young after all, his father not being one to keep it. He started work as a dancer at age 18 and shares little of himself with his coworkers.
Occupation: exotic dancer
Appearance: Standing 5'7" tall, he’s lanky and lithe, but with some muscle from dancing. Skin is a slight tan. He has a black tattoo across the middle of his chest. On the larger side, but simple and abstract in design. His hair is red and mostly straight, but long enough to fall into his eyes and cover his ears almost fully in a mess of faint, natural layers. His blue-green eyes look bright against his hair and thick, dark lashes.
Personality: He’s angry, prideful, and bitter. His lonesomeness is self imposed because he fears and does not believe in relying on anyone but himself. He has a lot of pride and fully believes he can survive alone. He’s good with money and persevering, so why accept handouts? He does not believe in magic, love, or anything he can’t touch or fight against. If he could disbelieve in nightmares, he would, but on rainy nights, he’s often plagued with them. On the outside though, he displays a coy exterior like he’s always playing with people. He seems confident and in control. Most people would mistake him for a bully rather than someone who has been bullied. In short, he’s a mess and no one will ever get him to admit it.
Likes: dancing, money, not thinking
Dislikes: situations where he has to be true, drunks, and the moment when the lights turn back on and end it all.