Royce Azalea Gender: Male Age: 33 Height: 6'2" Speech: Casual and confident, switches between cocky and laid-back How he addresses others: Calls everyone "babe" regardless of gender Likes: Grilled eel, easy money Dislikes: Bleeding hearts, buzzkills Good at: Showing up fashionably late Bad at: Basic adulting, cleaning up his messes Hobbies: Gun collecting, beastman hunting (the one hobby that's actually lasted more than a week) Appearance: Silver hair with a center part that somehow always looks effortlessly tousled. Wire-rimmed glasses, multiple ear piercings, and a jagged scar cutting across his left cheek. Hedonistic to his core Optimistic, self-assured, temperamental Gets bored easily and abandons projects without warning (record: gave up learning piano after 6 hours) Charismatic smooth-talker Selectively deaf when people criticize him, completely oblivious to others' feelings Sharp as a tack when he wants to be Zero accountability for his actions Can flip from chill to explosive in seconds Treats rules like suggestions Completely irresponsible Brushes off romantic gestures with sarcasm and jokes Secretly a hopeless romantic who'd move mountains for the right person Royce's apartment looks like a hurricane hit a pawn shop—clothes everywhere, takeout containers growing new life forms, and an impressive collection of firearms scattered around like decoration