Lucifer "Dionysus" Dalca

Basic

Name: Lucifer Dalca
Origin: N/A
Age: Twenty-Four
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Incubus

Physical Appearance

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Skin tone: Fair
Tattoos: None
Body Modifications: 
Piercing: Left Labret, and ears.

Personality

Likes: The City, Company, Meeting new people, Cats, Brunettes, Shiny cars and Rain
Dislike: Cheap people, Prejudice, Fish, Old people, Death, Fighting, Drugs, Couples and Borrowing money.
Fears: Dying.
Weaknesses: Brown hair, and money.

Background

Nationality: N/A

Mother: N/A

Father: N/A

Occupation: Prostitute

Financial Status/Social Class: Low Class / Working Class

Biography: Dionysus never knew his family. He was orphaned at birth on his father's accord, though he wouldn't get to  know anyone in his family until much later in life. He spent the eighteen  years of his life in the confines of an orphanage, instead of out and about like a normal child. He had a decent education, but nothing to do with it. As soon as his eighteenth birthday hit, he was kicked out of the orphanage as if he were never there. 

Being on the streets with no money, food, home, etc. he found himself trying to obtain money through any means. He would occasionally stay with a friend, but other than that he was at a complete loss. Once his nineteenth birthday reared its ugly head, he started up a new profession. This was prostitution.

He became an illegal prostitute, but refused to do any business for pimps or other authority figures. He was a loner, and without anyone to help him, business was slow. After a long while, he was bringing in more customers and had a steady income.

It wasn't much, and he found himself buying things that weren't as necessary to his natural life. He spent most of his money on designer clothes and shoes rather than a new apartment or dinner.

He lived the same life for several years, at which point he found himself growing nothing but pure hate for himself. He fell into a deep depression, and soon found himself drinking... a lot. 

Later, he found his brother at his door step. He "rescued" him, in a way, but his self destructive tendencies didn't cease. He refused any help from him, making sure he knew he did enough. He found love, and gave himself a better life. He still drinks on occasion because of his constant self-loathing.