" And how an aura of distaste could surround a person with such a heavenly face. But looks deceive, just as anything else, Yukhei discovers.

Bitterness fills the mouths of anyone in his proximity and for a good reason, too, for even Yukhei finds himself unbearable.

Yukhei’s never been spotted with his signature smirk resting on his face, the intention unknown to even himself. His expression was purely a reflection of the judgments he passed upon people as he walked through the streets, a scoff or two emerging every now and then. He’s never been the type to socialize much and whether that was for his protection or theirs remains a mystery. During this time, he’s earned the nickname ‘russian roulette’. Saddled with quick wit and a mouth that never seems to stay quiet during the wrong moments, he’s been labelled as a bit of a gamble and only those that are feeling lucky play a round with him.

Good luck winning, of course, for he only deems few worthy and, of those few, none have been quite successful enough to get under his calloused skin, tattooed with swear words and jokes that humor no one but him.

Adulthood could always be better for him but he’s got a tongue that can twist words into something extraordinary and with a skill like that, who needs brains? Yukhei gets by on sarcasm that he keeps neatly tucked into the inner pocket of his windbreaker and if his money doesn’t keep him steady on his feet, snide remarks of those he considers to be beneath him will.

Yukhei, appropriately nicknamed ‘mysterious’, figures he’s got a sign stuck to his back telling others to stay away. He finds that his fingers are just a little too short to reach it, so he leaves it there; a blessing masked as a curse. "