Etoze Floros

Ever the flirt and always smooth talking his way in any situation, this talented musician is quite the charmer at first glance. While he’s the musician with the voice of gold by morning, at night he goes around stealing from the rich and giving to those in need as the world-renowned Phantom Thief Nephrite.

He oftentimes doesn't look it-- as he tends to have a bit of a temper, is clumsy, and can seem rather showy-- but Etoze is surprisingly one of the more clever and down-to-earth in the guild by far. Underneath his occasional saracasm and groans at the antics of his peers is someone who goes above and beyond to care for those around him. He just doesn't tend to show it as clearly outside of his suave showman persona-- but he is extremely observant and thoughtful despite his rather unorthodox or contentious methods.

He's quite the charmer, and a good sweet-talker too. He comes off as a delight to be around and is also extremely caring, even though it seems he only cares for himself with his over the top personality. He's also very observant, mostly seen through how he comments on those around him a lot. Sometimes his humor comes off as a bit dry or even sarcastic, and when he's dropping the flirty suave act he seems a bit low-energy in his behavior overall.

His methods although often successful, can also be quite contentious in hindsight even if he means well. He's extremely distant from those around him and is a bit irritable too. Even though he seems so amiable, Etoze keeps his relationships at an arms length, and most of his extroverted personality is a facade to keep those relationships far away from his heart. But nothing can stop him from caring so much, despite every attempt otherwise.

Etoze and Giada Floros were born twins in a quiet Verdalia town to their parents, Emmanuel and Amalia. His father was a wealthier and more busy man often out of the house, while his mother was a more gentle-hearted woman who stayed at home. Being too young to discern right from wrong, he and Giada never so much as questioned their fathers authority growing up. He was a crude and shameless man who had no qualms taking his anger out on his wife or children. Many of Etoze's memories consist of the eggshells he learned to walk on around Emmanuel, and the chores he'd be pushed to do on the daily. In retrospect, he was treated moreso like a servant than someone's own flesh and blood.

His mother would soon leave town to flee after years of quarreling when he and Giada neared 10 years old. As much as it pained her— Amalia did not have the resources or means to take both of her children, only taking Giada with her as a result. The following years staying behind with his father were filled with questions in young Etoze’s mind. His father took the opportunity to pull the wool over the child's eyes— "Your mother didn't take you because she didn't love you. She poisoned your sisters mind. She is a despicable woman. You won't leave me like them too, will you?" As a result, Etoze felt compelled to fill in those gaps they left behind, wanting to help his father feel better while tackling his own feelings of guilt and loneliness by himself.

One day, Etoze spotted a performance by a group of musicians at the plaza while on an errand for his father. He took a detour to sit by and watch, knowing deep down he should've been getting home as soon as possible-- yet something tugged at his heartstrings. After the first time, he went again and again whenever he could sneak in the time. Etoze found himself enthralled by the warmth and comfort of those guitars, their deep voices. It was nothing he had ever seen before-- he wondered, for a moment, what it would be like to be one of those men on that stage. It was then that he fell in love with music.

He frequented enough times for the next few years that his idols took notice, and were more than willing to teach the starry eyed child a few music lessons. He could never stay for too long, and yet those were some of Etoze's fondest memories-- one of the first moments he didn't feel himself living on autopilot just to make it through the day. He felt alive for the first time in his life. Plucking those strings... letting the sound of his voice carry him, even if offkey at times-- he could forget all the pains in his heart for a moment. And those around him cheered him on all the same. He grew comfortable enough to simply just chat with them and confide in them too-- to explore who he was with no judgements in their eyes, and came to a few... self-realizations in its midst. Ones that he figured to keep quiet on for his own sake, at least for now. But still just having that comfort space meant the world to him.

As Etoze grew older, Emmanuel started to become very close with another wealthy family in his circle. Etoze wasn't very fond of these people, especially the eldest son who seemed rather fond of him, but his father would often push him to interact more friendly with them. One evening Emmanuel called Etoze down to talk, and Etoze felt an odd sense of dread at the request. He wasn't angry sounding, but this is much unlike him to ask to talk if he wasn't... upset? Spotting the eldest son of the other family sitting at the table, and his parents with him, Etoze sat by Emmanuel and felt his hands growing clammy. It was then that the eldest son spoke, explaining that he wished to take Etoze's hand in marriage, and seeked Emmanuel's approval in doing so. Arrangements like these weren't unheard of, but Etoze did not feel comfortable around this man in the slightest. His eyes shot up to his father, searching for any signs of rejection or disgust-- yet the man smiled, eagerly accepting the proposal.

The thought of staying home made Etoze feel sick. He couldn't be with a man like that, he wouldn't be with a man like that. He felt frantic, nauseated, lightheaded, he needed to leave, he decided. He knew where he had to go-- and planned a day to flee just like his mother had all those years ago. He wondered if this is how she felt, if maybe that man was why she left. Despite carefully planning how he'd go about it, the day of-- his father came home early. His father saw him. His father caught him in the act. So many sensations zipped through the boy's mind in that moment, the sound of yelling was drowned out by the sound of his heart beating out of his own chest. His eyesight was clouded and he felt someone grabbing his wrist-- before everything came to a jolting halt, and the noise died out. Suddenly everything was so, so unbelievably silent. Etoze dropped the blunt object he didn't realize he was holding, and quickly pried his belongings from the silent man's hands. He ran out and never looked back. He couldn't.

After that evening, he found the group of musicians right before they left the plaza, and suddenly all the stress and guilt he was holding back hit him in that one moment. They spent all night comforting the boy, letting him stay at the local inn with them, yet never did hear the full story-- not that they wanted to pry anything too traumatic out of the boy. They did try to locate his mother the following weeks, but with no luck. Seeing him... feel some sort of stability with them, they figured it might just be safer to let him come with them.

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