A/N: Here's Gloss. I hope you enjoy him as well, and expect Enobaria and Brutus for tomorrow! Have a nice day/night! :)
GLOSS, THE SIREN VICTOR
He grins at them with glossed over eyes as they wander about his body. They all drink him up like a flute of the priciest champagne, delicately tasting before going all in after realizing they like him. He enjoys the fun. But then there's the days when he's on the streets, roving alone. He drags an infatuated victim into his Victor's suite. He tears them to pieces with his glittering knives, grinning. He should have never left the arena; in fact, he's asked Seneca to make him into a mutt before. He's a siren, and all sirens do is kill.