Pythus Arezio played by Silvana
Mainlander Commonwealth Noble Royalist
Draped in a soft, meticulously-groomed pelt of cream and butterscotch, it is clear that vanity is not lost on Pythus. His distinctively handsome features and charming grin have been known to win the affections of many, and his twin pools of liquid gold have been said to melt hearts. Though he isn’t exceptionally tall or strong, he does exercise enough to maintain a desirable shape, and pride holds a fluffy, regal tail high.
attracted to: Undecided
scent: jasmine and citrus
Above all, Pythus is conceited and egotistical. For years, his self-worth has ridden solely on the achievements of others, compensating for his own lack of accomplishment. He feels the need to shout this false worth to the world, always bringing arrogance into his conversations and meeting the requests of others with a carefree sarcasm. Pythus does what he wants when he wants, and he’s not used to being told no. He desires fame and fortune, but he doesn’t want to work for it. The young noble will often be found skipping out on responsibilities to sunbathe or swim in a warm pool. He fears equating to nothing, yet he dreads responsibility more.

But Pythus is not without his charm, even if it is difficult to find past that barrage of self-importance he’ll often assail you with. He’s typically nicer to those of the female variety, and will shamelessly flirt with she-wolves even if they’re made uncomfortable by his advances. However, his outward confidence in himself does not always make up for his debilitating refusal to play well with others.


- He hates the cold. Loves to sunbathe. - Loves to swim - Will obsessively groom his pelt and not allow a hair to land astray
Pythus’ inflated ego and expensive taste didn’t come from a background of an earnest day’s work on the farm or relentless training in the army barracks. For generations, the Arezios have operated a prized winery that has kept their treasury more than stocked and their day-to-day life cushy with luxuries most cannot afford. Their vineyard was known for producing some of the finest and strongest spirits across the Mainland, and they compensated their workers generously. For this, the Arezio name carried a greater worth than materialism; any who bore it was shown great respect from their customers and fellow citizens, especially when Pythus’ sister, Memphet, inherited the family vineyard and drew in greater profits than the Arezios had ever seen.

With the death of their parents, Memphet took the weight of the business entirely on her shoulders, for she saw it as a burden that she did not want Pythus to have to endure. She felt she was protecting him from the politics and the fake smiles and even the occasional assassination attempt. But due to this, he spent his life basking in his family’s status and her accomplishments, and without any of his own, he depended on her as his source of pride and worth. He was always the one Arezio that everyone secretly held a disdain for, but kept their mouths shut due to how fiercely protective his sister was over him. He got away with far too many snide remarks and even petty crimes and antics. His regard for others was minimal if not nonexistent. All he knew was affluence and vanity, but his privilege only lasted until Memphet’s status was stripped.

There was a rival vineyard run by a former witch who aspired for nothing more than to overshadow the Arezio’s success. She struggled to replicate their formula, but could never draw in as many customers. That was until she decided to ensure her competitor’s fall through nefarious means rather than grow her own business through legitimate ones. The witch concocted a poison -- not potent enough to kill, but just enough to cause some rather unpleasant side effects -- and imbued the Arezio brew with it. It didn’t take long for any customer who purchased their spirits to experience horrific illness, and Memphet was placed on trial under the suspicion of poisoning her own brew. This accusation seemed false only until the “evidence” was found planted in her den, courtesy of the rival vineyard’s witch.

Memphet was exiled, and with the fall of their family business, Pythus’ title was no more. It held no influence anymore, only a black stain on any Mainlander he uttered it to, and without his guardian angel to watch over him, Pythus had no choice but to gather as much of his family’s fortune as he could and set out on his own, in search of his own purpose, his own life. He feels lost without his sister’s success, and has never needed to learn the discipline to succeed. For his entire life, his self-worth rode on that of others’, and now, he is struggling to reignite that pride that he used to wear so flawlessly. But perhaps it was all an act, a cloak to obscure his own self-doubt and lack of purpose.

Contrary to popular belief, his privilege and identity weren’t the only things he lost. Pythus loved his sister, and being the only one who believed her in her pleas of being framed by the witch, Pythus can’t help but despise the woman who did this to her. But without his sister, he does not have the confidence to make a stand against her. And Pythus has no idea where Memphet is, or if he’ll ever see her again
parents Kadir and Phaedra Arezio
siblings Memphet Arezio
lover None
children None


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