Jeon, River.
"The Cannibal"
River.The name alone resonates a sense of calm, doesn't it? And as the name signifies, it's the free flowing and quiet meandering of water current through gravity's will. Only, none of these deems true to the man's explicitly violent nature. But that story will be saved for another time.Standing at 5'10, his well-built stature screams a modern incarnated Adonis. Toned arms, his right one sleeved in intricate tattoos symbolizing moments in his life he would rather die than tell a soul about. A face card painted non-declining. Words would fall short to describe meeting the man face to face. – And even those whose fate ended by his sinful hands and unforgiving mouth, no one would deny that the man has the inhumane power to magnetize souls all too willingly to embrace their impending demise masked in promised ecstasy.From his beguiling boyish smile, dripping in charm and enticement, his playful and teasing personality, one would be left with nothing but futile attempts from falling victim, woven into his web of such beautiful convolution. He was both mystery and mayhem in the flesh. A grin of madness. A devilish nature hidden behind doe eyes and faux innocence, a fine man sewn in delicate facets one may not fully uncover unless they dare open Pandora's box.His profession allowed him to display his love for knives. His passion could even pass as an obsession. Every stroke and cut of the silvery metal through flesh gives him absolute bliss. The absurd smell and distinct taste of human meat meeting his palate is nothing short of nirvana.
River loves playing games in his spare time. You'd catch him highly immersed in whatever game it is that he finds comfort from. He would spend serious amounts of money for it even, yeah, an addict in different fields, he is. Aside from gutting people in the most offensive ways imaginable, and neatly arranging each meat parts in labeled containers meticulously like the mad person that he is, he gets easily engrossed in good food, (human meat or not alike), good music and poems like any other person. He would deny it to death, but his soul speaks the ideals that of a hopeless romantic. He would call it cheesy, frown upon being called as one even, but he is, in the slightest, most discreet and restrained sense at least.You may constantly see him trifle around, philander with different people, actively interacting with such energy you'd find in a social butterfly, but you'd be surprised seeing 'Humans.' at the top of his 'Dislikes' list. You heard it right, humans. And everyday, consuming them, being a necessity for him, being a despicable human himself was a fact that has crossed the line dissolving beyond his inner god complex.He despise socializing but it has to be done given the nature of his appetite. His needs and profession requiring him to do that one thing he hates the most. And that is constantly being around the creatures he abhors. What curse, isn't it?