This is a story of a mad man. It contains a lot of things you wish to not see, so do not see. I am as irresponsible as you who decides to meet me. Seek at your own risk.This is an original character, written with the mention of personal hatred, confusion, misleading laws, and twisted mind. The space where demons and gods are dancing, where the government loses, where the dead are alive, and where the heartbroken eats their shattered pieces.They want me to put warning for every possible offense I bring in this character, so this is the warning. You have been warned.Written by ARCEUS.
Wed, 12 November 2025. 12:52 PM.
Besaste un sapo pensando que era un príncipe.
| Profile | Database |
|---|---|
| Full name | Rosalío Luce de la Mar |
| Nick | Rosalío, Luce |
| Muse | Timothee Chalamet |
| PDOB | Cadíz, 29 December 1997 |
| Age | 28 |
| Residence | Bourgogne, France |
| Occupation | Art History Teacher (Asesino) |
| MBTI Type | ENFJ 4w5 |
| Size | 1.78m 69kg |
| Moral Alignment | Chaotic Neutral |
| Nationality | French / Spanish |
The award of the most ordinary goes to the enemy of society.
“Man up,” the old man said. I was seven. The rabbit shot because I spent too much time with it. I grew up wondering why a man is a word used to act inhumane, to stop crying, to be strong, to be intimidating towards other humans. What was the point of the competition while we could just hand in hand live in peace? Men do this, women do that. All the rules planted in very little children but never the rules of being a humankind. An earthling. The kind that takes care of the dead animals and honour them, the kind that water the trees, the kind that offer a hand when one has no roof when it rains.I get that. I understand that the world is too broken for that. The hearts have been too ill so we take advantages, the labels are poured and we run to chase. And you have sinned, and so have I. So, dear love, let me just hold your hand.
Once I was strong enough to leave the house, I left, along with my younger bloodline, hoping they will too one day.Life out there, is not surprising, but very different from what I imagine. Everyone has their own level of normal, and their own life, deciding either based on personal opinions or others’. That’s how they live, really, by lifting others, pushing others, caring about themselves, caring about people. Influencing, influenced, — loving, loved.It’s true that once Alfred Adler said, “All problems are interpersonal relationship problems” originates from the Adlerian psychology framework, specifically popularised by Ichiro Kishimi and Fumitake Koga. I didn’t understand when I just turned twenty, but now I do.
My family left me in a debt I couldn’t choose to not pay, as a bunch of men chased me places to places and I had to repay their so-called kindness with letting my hands get dirty for them. I had to live carrying blood and best day ones could’ve lived if I didn’t interrupt their decision to live longer. If you think I killed, that’s not quite true, I’m as innocent as you when it comes to death, where I’ve witness a bunch willingly done it themselves. I influenced, and they chose so.As you can tell from the summary, I chose what you claim horrible paths to climb the mountains. I fully agree with you. The lows and highs I have been in apparently never guaranteed a happy ending.Gosh, I almost sound so positive about humanity. Not that I have negative perception of it, I just don’t have the reason to glorify life while death is labeled with “rest in peace”. You, on the other hand, is worth living with. So instead of trying to get to know me from the messy writing here, why don’t you tell me about yourself? See which one of us is closer to the enemy of society. Sorry for the little competition, but I really hope you don’t win.
Currently I live in a peaceful life in small town in France, working in a small academy teaching about art and history, but very disappointed by the society. In this small town, I met people I consider family, and I chase my love in Paris, or in London, where love can be found anywhere.
