Do you hear the people sing?

♛ Seiryuu Wakahisa
The End Of Days

→ Son of Lucifer, Half-Angel, part-time hooker, full-time jackass

General Assessment: Sane mostly out of the power of spite, Sei maintains an aggressive sense of center in the face of knowing that were he to succumb to a deeper madness, he would mostly likely tear reality apart piece by piece and rearrange it to suit his delusions.

Lucidity
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Free of the growing pressure of Nyarlathotep’s seal and with a couple of years of mastering his powers under his belt, Sei is a remarkably together individual for being not only native to London, but the damp streets of Whitechapel. He hears Their voices, dreams of things out in the great Sea and has an obsession for music that borders on fetishistic, but control over his powers (along with sheer, burning spite) has kept him remarkably sane, or as much as anyone gets in London. This is, of course, a terrible lie, and he is ever-aware of just what he’d do if he were ever to snap, assuming Will doesn’t kill him first.

Stability
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Sei has kind of a delicate problem. On one hand, he is long-used to the...everything of Emerald, having been born and grown here, and as his control over his power grows, so does his ability to keep encroaching madness at bay. However, his ability to warp and rewrite reality leaves him with an acute sense for that very thing, making him hyper-aware of the effects of all of Them. To make matters worse, the song that would kickstart the apocalypse lurks at the back of his mind, a horrible truth only he can know and sing, and Sei lives in terror of one day being unable to contain that truth any long.

Normativity
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Being the antichrist and a truly unique (thank fucking god) existence across universes tends to be a suck on your normality. Being the Worst Victorian doesn’t help either. Sei sticks out in a multitude of ways, and has little interest in doing anything he’d need to to fit into society.