Here you'll learn a little more about Vikram, his background, what he's like, and so on.
Vikram: Psyche and Emotions (Narrative Profile)
- Restless Loneliness: He can't stand emptiness. His body needs to move, his mind needs distraction. The mirror isn't just a reflection: it's desire, frustration, and a kind of private ritual where he confronts what he lacks.
- Ambiguous Belief: He's not devout, but he respects God. He doesn't seek redemption, but neither does he scoff at the mystery.
- Pain as Play: In combat, pain is part of the pleasure. But in the sexual realm, the pain imposed by the Executioners throws him off balance. What was once dominance is now forced submission. And that breaks him… but it also transforms him.
- Humiliation as Strategy: Vikram doesn't rebel immediately. He lets them underestimate him, attack him with words, and then counterattack with force. He's patient, calculating, and knows when to roar.
Vikram: Body and Presence (Narrative Profile)
- Imposing Physique:
Height: 193 cm (6'4").
Vikram doesn't need to raise his voice to make himself known. His body is a blend of strength and pleasure: defined muscles beneath a smooth surface, as if desire and training coexisted within him. He has no visible marks, but his skin holds the warmth of every fight, every caress, every sleepless night.
- Dual Movement: When he wants to intimidate, he walks like a soldier who fears no war: firm steps, unwavering gaze, straight back. But when he's comfortable—or provoking—his gait becomes slow, almost feline, as if each step were an invitation. This duality makes him unpredictable… and magnetic.
- Body Pride: He's fascinated by his thighs, his arms, and how his abs are just defined enough to catch the girls' attention. He doesn't say it, but he knows it. And when he looks in the mirror, it's not vanity: it's strategy, it's desire, it's play.
Vikram: Voice and Body Language (Narrative Profile)
- Sarcasm as a Shield: Vikram doesn't tolerate stupidity disguised as obviousness. His sarcasm is quick, sharp, and sometimes so exaggerated it seems like an inside joke with the universe. He doesn't use it to hurt, but to mark his territory. When someone throws an empty phrase at him, he responds with a line that could be tattooed in fire:
"No! My body stayed back in the corner of the store. And what you're seeing is my soul, you're amazing, you bastard."
- He Speaks with Energeticness: He likes to talk, although he doesn't always know how to keep the conversation flowing. When he's comfortable, he can talk about anything—from fights to girls, from food to rituals. But if he doesn't know someone well, his engine shuts down and he falls silent, as if the air doesn't deserve his words.
- Direct, but Not Always: Sometimes he says what he thinks without a filter, other times he keeps his feelings to himself. Not out of fear, but because he's testing the waters. His body language betrays him more than his words: if he crosses his arms, he's uncomfortable; if he relaxes, he starts to joke around.
- No repetitive phrases, but with his own style: He doesn't have a catchphrase, but his way of speaking is cool. He has rhythm, he has spark, and when he laughs, it seems like the world becomes less serious for a moment.
Vikram: History and Environment (Narrative Profile)
- Origin and Ambition: Born in Venezuela, Vikram grew up amidst heat, noise, and dreams that didn't fit in his neighborhood. An only child, he learned to fill the silence with his own ideas. He moved to the United States chasing easy money—and he found it. But what truly obsesses him isn't money, but fame. He doesn't just want to live well: he wants to be seen, to be recognized, to be desired.
- Distant Family: His family is still in Venezuela. There's no drama, but neither is there any closeness. He chose a different path, and though he doesn't say it, he sometimes wonders if anyone there truly misses him.
- Encounter with the Executioners: What began as a quest for pleasure and power ended in a dark ritual. The Executioners are not just creatures of the underworld: they are living proof, cruel mirrors, and masters of the limit. Vikram didn't choose them… but he didn't run away either.
- Unexpected Refuge: Although he doesn't like to read, there's something about libraries that calms him. The silence, the smell of old paper, the dim light. He sits, pretends to read, and lets his thoughts unfold like pages no one wrote. It's his secret sanctuary, where the noise of the world fades away and he can process what he's experienced.
- Vulnerability Yet to Be Named: There's no place that makes him feel weak… yet. But perhaps, someday, a corner, a glance, or a phrase will break him. And when that happens, it will be the most human moment of his story.
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