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Name: Virgil Preux.

Height: 6’1
Weight: 175
Hair: Golden blond
Eyes: Dark blue
Skin: Tanned

Powers
- A culmination of every sin (according to him), Pride permeates a constant aura that strengthens his brethren’s own domains, even when they aren’t nearby. In essence mortals near Virgil find their conscience further muffled by what makes life fun.
- When Virgil wills it so, a halo appears around Virgil’s head and glows as a wreath of flame acting as his self endowed crown. The crown has fourteen spires of flame, one burning brighter than the rest. Each represents a virtue or a sin, for Pride can be found in all. When he chooses to grace others with the crown of his achievements, those around him are filled with feelings of dread reminding them of failures, mistakes, and other such moments of their own shortcomings. The truly weak willed fling themselves before Virgil, enchanted by his aura of superiority.
- Virgil’s physical presence is amplified by the pride of humans in their total self-worth. Humanities collected pride in achievements has gifted Virgil with the ability to bestow others with false miracles, making many to believe him to be a god walking among men. Sadly, once he leaves their presence they slowly deteriorate back to how they were. Linked with this power is his ability to come back from the dead even when slain, though always in a different guise. The requirement for his resurrection is a great human achievement that swells the hearts of mankind with pride, until his own heart beats (figuratively) again.
- To stare into Pride’s eyes is to open your mind to your desires and sins. Those weak minded are open books, while those of stronger will would do well not to stare long into his perfection.
- The men and women who take great pride in their skills are not wise to face Virgil in combat. The pride one takes in their own abilities, no matter how small, will find their own abilities used against them as though mirrored.


Not only does Virgil Preux have an amazing PR team, but he also wears the finest clothing money can buy. The latest fashion trends find themselves paying tribute to Virgil as the tycoons of the world soon find themselves dressing in a similar fashion to the embodiment of Pride. There are days however where Virgil wears nothing at all, deciding that all other clothes are far too bland for his well developed tastes.

The world revolves around sin, and dabbles with those of virtue. As Virgil feels he is the best of all sins, in turn the world revolves around him, and he dabbles mockingly in way of virtue. His influence in the world is punctuated in every accomplishment of humankind as it pushes itself toward final destruction. Humanity is prodded toward an existence where it stands proudly above the world without the assistance of anything but itself, and Virgil only ever encourages such self indulgent fantasies. Virgil whips them forth toward the end of a cliff, waiting to swoop down and feed off the succulent taste of broken pride.

In doing so Virgil pushes the goals of his siblings forward in an overarching manner. He is both the oldest and youngest of the family, for none of the others exist without him, and he would be nothing without them.

When it comes to being physical, Virgil rarely sullies his hands with mortals. When someone does however challenge him, Virgil takes his time breaking them apart mentally before crushing them in every way imaginable, dominating their wills.

The weakness of pride is pride itself. Virgil has a terrible habit of giving others more than enough of a chance to thwart him as he tries to show how superior he is to them. Few should ever face him in actual combat unless they truly are humble to the core, and of sound mind to not let Virgil twist their minds into something different. Strong wills are always a good choice when facing Pride, as to overcome his will. More often than not however, Virgil is a tower and as such overlooks the scurrying of mice.



FROM PRIDE HIMSELF

Name: There is much to be said of one's name. It will flutter to the mind, making someone think of me for good or ill. The extravagance of nature, the most beautiful skyline are such instances that often provoke my name. In a person's greatest moment of success, their entire beings are filled with my name. No one should take shame from such, know that it only brings you further above others, a step closer to greatness. Oh you must forgive me, I often get carried away. Just remember when you reach those moments of perfection of one's self the name Virgil Preux.

Height: I'm just over 6 feet tall, but it isn't uncommon for people to think me much taller. I hope looking down on others doesn't inspire any anger. Oh how terrible of me to lie, you'll find I'm rather apathetic regarding what other people think.
Weight: Would it be prudent of me to say I've a very well shaped body? I eat as much as I like, ever the glutton, and still keep a healthy weight of 175. Muscle requires good food to flourish, and of course acts of physical prowess.
Hair: Such a shame I only have a single head. No, not just a single head but a single body. Why if there were two of me around there would be far more to give everyone in the world. That much more time they could all spend in my glory. It would never work of course, how quickly one of us would let our wants get in the way of friendship, brotherhoood. I can't help but be at the top, there is no way I could ever share such a seat with anyone else. Oh, we were talking about my hair. Golden, like that of an angel. It is cut short, hugging my brow loosely. I've always been a fan of Roman haircuts, I of course being the one they modeled it after. I switch it up on occasion, but I'm a fan of classics.
Eyes: Do they not inspire a heat within you? These deep blue orbs have a habit of making those around me swoon with desire, wanting nothing more to be close to me, to have me in so many ways. It does nothing but darken my heart to deny so many that flock to my feet. How cruel of me to be forced to look down upon such pathetic mortals.
Skin: As a man who draws the attention of the sun, my skin is forever tanned. It's often when I portrude myself before the glory of the sun which shares my eternal woe of always being looked up to, that disloyal woman and their jealous husbands come for me. A troublesome dilemna, being forced to protect the woman from such fits of rage with martial skills lost in time.


Powers
- I'm not entirely sure if one would call it a power, it could very well be my very presence that triggers such emotions. Regardless I often serve as a lynchpin for my brothers and sister's influences. This does not require their presence, but certainly intensifies whatever effect they normally have on mortals.
- When I so choose a halo of gold flecked fire acts as a crown around my head. Fourteen flames flicker above the rest, for above all sins and virtues, I stand supreme. None exist without me. When this crown frames my perfect features I draw on every feeling of pride the people around me have. At the same time a feeling of dread creeps through the hearts of those nearby, reminding them of failures, mistakes, inability, worthlessness, and other such thoughts. The weaker willed may even find themselves worshipping at my feet, as more should, and given time more do.
- I've been mistaken as a god for centuries walking among immortals. As such my physical abilities are far above those of humans, Since my conception at the dawn of humanity I haven't aged a day in appearance. I've seen war and born no lasting marks. Even when slain, the successes of man eventually see me reborn stronger. In short I'm above mortal standards, greater than any one man or woman. One of the gifts I have is the power to grant miracles of healing allowing gimp legged men to walk, or heal gaping wounds. Such miracles are false, and once these people have left my presence the wounds and defects return.
- My eyes see deep within the souls who look within them. I am able to see their sins and desires. Only those of weak mind are open, while those of stronger will succumb if their eyes dwell for too long.
- Those who take great pride in their skills often find them mirrored within me. As such one on one engagements are often met with dire results for the other party. When their talents in swordplay, praised by all who see them, go to their head, I'm able to draw upon their skill. It's with joy most should rejoice that I rarely find anyone worthy of my time should they worry for their lives.

I often wear the best money can afford, enjoying the way such custom fit clothes fit my person, as do many others. Whatever has class is what you will find me in, though some days I simply choose to wear nothing at all, the clothes I would otherwise wear too bland for my tastes.

In all sins, all virtue, lies the love of self. I endulge in every facet of each, though only mockingly in the ways of virtue. My influence upon the world is seen in every act of accomplishment as man pushes himself further on their own feet. Standing proud without the assistance of higher beings, or so they believe. I'm a pusher, I push humanity to glory until the light of day blinds them into downfall. Once they fall, and they always do, I'm waiting to gather the succulent taste of their broken pride. In performing such acts, I push the goals of all my siblings forward though in a much more overarching manner. I'm both the oldest and youngest of our family, for none of the others exist without me, and I don't exist without them. A burden I'm forced to bear, but one I assure you I'm more capable of holding.

I'm not one for much fighting, but when it does occur I often toy with my victims mentally before I make a mockery of them physically.