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                                        B A S I C S

                                              NAME ▬ Basil Agatha
                                              AGE ▬ 31
                                              NICKNAME ▬ Agatha, Aggy, Belladonna (Belladonna La Rose), Bella, Bells, Benji, Fairy Drag Mother
                                              GENDER ▬ Male
                                              RACE ▬ Adversper
                                              ORIENTATION ▬ Gayer than a Broadway musical number, sugar~
                                              OCCUPATION ▬ Drag Queen / Exotic dancer, Ghost guard/muscle
                                              PARTNER ▬ Single and ready to mingle <3
                                              SLAVE ▬ None yet, ugh. He will have those cute exotic fan boys someday.

                                        A P P E A R A N C E

                                              HAIR ▬ Two toned Black (natural) and gold (bleached)
                                              EYES ▬ Yellow
                                              BUILD ▬ Tall and fit, even fairly toned and muscular [6"2]
                                              TATTOOS ▬ A small silhouette of a bird on a branch. He won't tell you where <3
                                              SCARS ▬ Lord no.
                                              BIRTHMARKS ▬ Nope~

                                        P E R S O N A L I T Y

                                              THEME SONGS
                                              ▬ O1 Victorious - Panic! At the Disco
                                              ▬ O2 Applause - Lady Gaga
                                              ▬ O3 If U Seek Amy - Britney Spears
                                              ▬ O4 The T - Alaska ******** style="color: #C39E3C">█ ▬ O5 Dressed to Kill - Sharon Needles
                                              ▬ O6 Low - Todrick Hall
                                              ▬ O7 Wrong b***h - Todrick Hall

                                              LIKES
                                              ▬ Black and Gold color schemes. It's his aesthetic.
                                              ▬ Coffee. He's a bit of a snob about it.
                                              ▬ His hair. He spends a stupid amount of time and money on it.
                                              ▬ Dane Harts music. STFU IT'S GOOD. Just don't tell Peachy Keen~
                                              ▬ Speaking of Peach, his boss. Loves that little sucker.
                                              ▬ Honestly he likes most of the good folk at Narcissius. Gurl heaven help you if he doesn't.
                                              ▬ Especially that one bouncer. Call me~

                                              DISLIKES
                                              ▬ His ex. Just up and poofed after all his sweet serenading. Tends not to like blonde-haired blue-eyed angels because of it.
                                              ▬ Perverts and creeps
                                              ▬ Homophobes. I mean, they can do what they like at home alone, but do they have to rub it in my face?
                                              ▬ Anyone being rude, really.
                                              ▬ The summer. It's just too dang hot, and he doesn't handle heat well.

                                              PERSONALITY TRAITS
                                              ▬ Sassy. Sass before anything else. 110% Sass.
                                              ▬ Flamboyant
                                              ▬ Pushy
                                              ▬ Maternal
                                              ▬ Unwaveringly confidant
                                              ▬ Protective

                                        H I S T O R Y

                                              BACKGROUND
                                              Basil Agatha was the only child of two working class adverspers, a very average couple in a very average neighborhood. His mother was a dental hygienist, and his father worked as a police officer on the force. They weren't wealthy by any means, but they could live comfortably in a nice enough part of town. And his parents were lovely people, really. They were never abusive, or neglectful. He wasn't the only latchkey kid who walked himself to and from school. His parents both worked, of course, so it was natural that they were busy more often than not. And adults needed time to themselves, too, so it was no surprise when they were out of the house on weekends as well, usually leaving Basil with his grandparents. He had no reason to complain, especially if his parents were exhausted and just wanted some time alone to watch television and read. It couldn't be helped. It was just the way things were, and that was fine. He wasn't lonely.

                                              Basil grew into a fairly quiet, reserved child. But even at a very young age, he had very... particular interests. He liked to sing along with the princesses in kids movies, and anything he could get his little hands covered in glitter with. He had no interest in playing war games or with toy cars at all. And it wasn't something his parents minded, honest! It was really just for his own good that they didn't buy him dolls or hair brushes for his birthday when he asked for them. It just wasn't normal. They just didn't want their little boy to be bullied or picked on, that was it. Everything was for his sake. As Basil got older, they encouraged his reading habits, and he did well in school. When he got a little bigger, his father took more time off of work to spend with him. Once his son was a little older, it seemed like he could relate to him more. He spent lazy afternoons after helping him with what homework he could, playing outside or teaching him about how to properly use and control his familiar, how to test his limits safely and how to avoid issues or dangerous situations. They had a fairly good bond throughout his childhood. For the most part. But Basil could always feel his parents discomfort when it came to certain behaviors, the things he got excited about or talked about too often clearly made them uncomfortable. They never forbade him from doing things, or acting a certain way, but... they weren't really very supportive, either. After a rough couple of years in middle school, he decided to change that. Basil did everything in his power for a few years to be 'normal.' He wore scruffy outfits and no jewelry. He frowned all the time, and talked like he was big and tough. He joined the lacrosse team and no one thought twice about sharing a locker room with him. He found that, the meaner he was, the more readily other boys would pal around with him. So he pushed around younger, smaller boys, picked on them for being 'too girly' or 'acting like a sissy.' He shoved more sheepish students into lockers and laughed as he sauntered down the hallways with his buddies. By the time he was in the middle of his high school career, he was a regular menace, regularly driving other students to tears. He very nearly got expelled for blackening a boys eye in between classes, and was saved only by the lacrosse coach because he was such an asset to the team. His parents laid into him about straightening up after that incident. They were furious, and rightfully so! They'd worked so hard and for so long to send him to one of the nicest schools in the area, certainly more than they could afford. Didn't they raise him to be better than that? Didn't he know that was no way to act? It didn't do much good. His parents clearly just didn't understand that this was normal. It was just how guys were. You know. Normal guys. It was how his friends were, and he was popular, and cool, and well-liked, and he did well in his classes, and he was one of the best lacrosse players. So why the hell were his parents complaining? They had no reason to.

                                              His turnaround came on the tail end of a slow spiral of self-hatred that he'd started to sink into, quietly, near the middle of his senior year. His grades were slipping, he was talking to his friends less, and generally beginning to steep in a horrible depression. It felt like it was something slowly swallowing, dissolving him from the inside out and leaving him hollow. Around that time, he got an anonymous love note in flowery writing in his locker. He might have been horribly depressed, but he was still a teenager. The note asked him to meet somewhere private, after school hours. Figuring her to be a shy girl, he kept the note to himself, and went at the specified time.
                                              It was a guy.
                                              At first, Basil was too shocked to respond, blinking as the freshman boldly stammered out his feelings. He punched him. Pushed him up against a wall and threatened to kill him if he breathed a word of this to anyone. Went home, took a long shower, and didn't sleep that night. The next day, he found that freshman again after school, pulled him off to one side. What he did to him that day was a mistake he would regret for the rest of his life. It was much worse that just beating him up.

                                              The freshman never told anyone. Even when it happened again. Even when it became a habit. Basil told him not to, and he told him that he must have wanted him to, or else he would stop him. But he started hanging around that kid more often, too, even having his familiar follow him around. It was around that time, in fact, that his familiar finally took on a regular form. It took a while for Basil to notice what it had become. When he was a kid, it had usually taken mostly mammalian-esque forms, occasionally birds. But as he'd progressed into his phase of being 'normal', gotten angrier and angrier until he was regularly hurting the only person in the school who knew anything genuine about him,it had routinely become more and more insect like, getting bigger and more grotesque. And it finally settled on that giant, hideous.... freak. A monster that looked like something out a nightmare he'd had as a kid. He was on the verge of a breakdown when his boyfriend freshman who he'd bullied into silence, still ever trying to be on his good side, invited him to try an event with the schools thespian club. He was really good with improv, he told Basil. He'd be good at it. So, tentatively, he joined. And he liked it. And slowly, the dark cloud started to lift. He could feel kind of happy, even.

                                              Naturally, eventually, his jock friends found out. They teased him about it, fondly at first. It wasn't like they were bullies out of some highschool drama. It only became a problem when he started doing less and less lacrosse and more and more theatre junk, when the team depended on him. And when they confronted him about it, he just got SO defensive about it! Like he was trying to start a fight. There was a lot of testosterone, and no one liked to be challenged. So they butted heads. And then someone called him the dreaded 'g-word.' And then they fought.

                                              And that was how Basil came out of the closet in high school. If we're being completely honest, it probably would have been much less of a big deal if he'd just come out quietly, casually, and acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. But instead, he made a big deal out of it, so naturally, EVERYONE made a big deal out of it. So there was drama, and people turned against him, especially the people he'd bullied before for being sissies. Except for a few people in the drama club, who became his safe refuge. But he refused to hide beneath them, and despite being on the wrong side of the entire team by then, he kept on playing lacrosse, more viciously than ever before. He balanced the team as well as drama, pouring his heart so fervently into both that no one could dare tell him he wasn't enough of one or the other. He very nearly ran himself to the point of exhaustion. But he did it. And if he was going to be gay, he was going to be really gay, and he was going to be so scary that even then no one could do s**t about it. While, in the long term, this would end up being a good turn for Basil, it did finally strain his relationship with his little freshman for the younger boy to cut off with him. It was better for them both in the end, but Basil didn't take it well.

                                              When he went to college, he tried his best to leave everything from his high school days behind, moved to attend university in a different state studying the dramatic arts, cosmetics, and costume design. He shed the jock disguise he'd used and instead went surging in the opposite direction, fully embracing old passions and hobbies that he'd pushed aside in the pursuit of being 'normal.' He was.... a little overbearing, for a while. But he slowly found himself, was able to be more honest, and settle into a less extreme iteration of himself. He let himself be comfortable, even when others weren't. Even when he came home for the holidays, and his parents still asked about if he had a girlfriend yet or not. He finally 'officially' came out to his parents by answering 'No, mom, still gay.'

                                              As things tended to go, life after college wasn't nearly so eventful or dramatic. Without hormones and teenaged angst muddling things, and with Basil finally at peace with himself (if not with his past), he was able to live in relative normalcy, instead dealing with the issues of adulthood. Like paying bills. In fact, that was a pretty big factor. Turns out cosmetics and costume design were not in high demand in Saxon, and he lacked the funds to pick up and move elsewhere without first having a job, and he couldn't get the job without more relevant experience... you get the picture. So, since he was a big guy, and it was relatively easy to get grunt work, he started working odd jobs as a bouncer. In these jobs, despite being more comfortable with himself, the desired effect was lost if he acted like... well, himself. So he picked up his old bully persona like a tacky suit that he'd outgrown and donned it for work.

                                              That was how the schism began between 'Basil' and 'Agatha' began. 'Basil' was what people at work called him, where he acted like a rugged douchebag who wouldn't feel the least bit bad for putting your drunk a** out on your ear. 'Agatha' was what he asked new people to call him when he bought them drinks at the bar and complimented their hair, or their jeans, or their a**. 'Agatha' became his monkier for 'comfortable, himself, at ease.' 'Basil' became synonymous with 'work.' Over the years he'd quietly nursed a growing fascination with drag. Mostly he experimented quietly, at home, occasionally feeling bold enough to go out in public. It was when he got a job working at the (then newly-opened) Narcissius as a bouncer, where drag rapidly became a staple, that he really got into it. That was when 'Belladonna La Rose' was born. In many ways his drag persona, Bella, grew alongside Narcissius. After a year he dropped his work as a bouncer there and instead became one of their regular drag dancers. In another, he was the one instructing all the little draglings on how to walk in heels and contour like a pro. Granted, 'Basil' still found plenty of work as well. The boss' connections with Ghost weren't exactly kept a secret at the club, and it wasn't as if he hadn't done odd guard jobs for them here and there anyways. So the two extremes of his personality, Bella and Basil, both found their proper places. Basil guarded cargo for Ghost, and Belladonna La Rose danced the pole on the stage and took other young queens under her wings. His life has been relatively comfortable since settling into his niche, even if romances have onlybeen fleeting, and in many ways he still carries the guilt of his past.

                                              ABILITIES
                                              ▬ FAMILIAR SUMMONS
                                              Like all adverspers, Agatha can conjure up a familiar as needed that is invisible to everyone until contact is made. Agatha... doesn't like to let people see his. He's just not comfortable with the fact that, somehow, a giant friggin centipede-scorpion-spider monster thing is somehow representative of a facet of his personality. Thing looks like a damn nightmare. Still, it is useful, sprinting incredibly quickly over short distances, clambering up and down walls, and pinning moving targets with long, sharp legs and thick mandibles, and it's intelligent enough to communicate incredibly basic messages back to him telepathically. But whenever he summons it without orders, it just kind of... stares at him... with all those eyes. Like it's trying to be a puppy instead of a spider monster. Ugh. Not to mention the long, terrible, stinger-tipped tail which, for some ungodly reason, has a face like a porcelain mask. It's hard to know which end of its long, gross body is actually the front - they both seem aware. From mandible to stinger, she's about 20ft long. Because of her size, Agatha is even more vulnerable than most adverspers when she's out and about, often zoning out, unable to focus, physically weak and unaware, and even passing out on occasion.

                                              ▬ BOUNCER
                                              He might to his best to make himself femme on stage (and honestly he's damn good at it) but Agatha still works out on the regular, both for his job as well as to make himself a formidable wall to defend any of his effeminate protege. Hell hath no fury like an angry drag queen. He's a fairly formidable guard and deterrent, but he can't go toe to toe with more seasoned fighters.

                                              ▬ COSMETICS, CRAFTS, AND CONCEALMENT
                                              Agatha has learned to use his costuming skills in a number of ways and, on occasion, has used it to make himself (or others) unrecognizable. Given time and tools, he can make a person look completely different, so that their own family might not even recognize them at a glance.


                                              EXTRA
                                              -- Agatha has three distinct personalities that he rotates between depending upon his environment. 'Agatha' is his default, a very open, flamboyant, flirtatious fellow. 'Belladonna' is Agatha dialed up to the max. As his drag persona, Belladonna is pushy, sassy, and speaks practically nothing but snide comments, witticisms, and innuendos. Finally, there's 'Basil' who very seldom comes out unless called for. Basil is reserved, quiet, and more stereotypically 'masculine' in behavior.

                                              -- "Oooooh myyy gaawwwd, lookat your pretty gold eyeeeess!!"
                                              "Er, your eyes are gold, too-"
                                              "I KNOW WE MATCH!"

                                              -- Agatha is a very skilled dancer; it's his favorite hobby. Particularly, he likes to salsa.

                                              -- He views his familiar as an incarnation of the worst point in his life, when he let himself turn into a monster, since that was when it settled into its final form.

                                              -- x