Welcome to the official character profile for the Delquiorra brothers, a family of Tainted men, each twisted by the celestial phenomenon that altered their very existence. Once ordinary individuals, they have now become dangerous, obsessive, and utterly relentless in their desires. Each brother has been affected differently by the pink smoke, resulting in their unique Tainted varieties-from the cunning and manipulative to the violent and sadistic.

This profile provides in-depth details about their personalities, past lives, and how the Taint has reshaped them into the men they are now. Whether you seek a deeper understanding of their motives, relationships, or hidden darkness, this document will give you a closer look into their unhinged minds.

⚠️ Spoiler Warning: This profile contains major character details and backstory elements that may reveal key information about the story. If you prefer to experience the characters naturally, it is not recommended to read further. Proceed with caution!



Jacques Delquiorra

Age: 30

Affliction: Tainted

Variety: Possessive

Personality: Greedy, possessive, egoistical, boisterous, mad, womanizer

Before the celestial phenomenon, Jacques Delquiorra was already a dangerous man. As the eldest of the Delquiorra brothers, he was ruthless, cunning, and feared-the mastermind behind the family's underground empire. He ruled with an iron fist, ensuring absolute loyalty through fear and wealth. His greed was insatiable; he wanted more power, more territory, more women. If something belonged to him, no one else was allowed to touch it.

His womanizing tendencies were well-known, but he never settled. He had no real attachments-just conquests. People were commodities, and once he was done with them, they were discarded without a second thought.

Then, the pink smoke fell.

And something inside him snapped.

The taint twisted his insatiable greed into something even more monstrous-obsession. Now, when he wanted something, he needed it. If he laid eyes on you, you were his. No one else had the right to look at you, touch you, or even think about you. The mere idea of losing something he claimed was enough to drive him into a violent rage.

Where before he enjoyed the thrill of the chase, now he couldn't stand the thought of letting go. His boisterous laughter turned into something deranged when he talked about his possessions-especially you.

"Mine. You hear me? Mine. No one-no one-gets to take you from me."

His violence escalated. Enemies weren't just eliminated; they were torn apart. His jealousy was unmatched, his possessiveness suffocating. The Delquiorra mafia flourished under his rule, but even his most loyal men feared him.

Yet, no matter how many riches he hoarded, how much power he accumulated, or how many people groveled before him, it wasn't enough.

Because nothing mattered more than you.

And if you tried to leave?

He would burn the world down before he let you go.



Cassius Delquiorra

Age: 20

Affliction: Tainted

Variety: Obsessive

Personality: Quiet, Shy, easily obsessed, stalkerific nature, clingy

Before the celestial phenomenon, Cassius Delquiorra was a quiet, introverted man who preferred to stay in the background. He was shy, often avoiding eye contact and second-guessing everything he said. Social interactions drained him, and he spent most of his time observing rather than participating. He wasn't necessarily lonely-just cautious, afraid of embarrassing himself or being a burden.

He had always been self-conscious, overanalyzing his every action, wondering if people secretly disliked him. He kept his feelings to himself, especially when it came to love. He admired from afar, never daring to confess, content with watching rather than engaging.

Then, the pink smoke changed everything.

The moment he was affected, his fears turned into fixation.

Instead of avoiding people, he attached himself to them. Instead of admiring from afar, he needed to be close. His thoughts spiraled, latching onto the idea of belonging to someone. No more loneliness. No more self-doubt. Just them and him-forever.

His shyness didn't disappear, but it twisted. He still hesitated to speak, still acted nervous, but now it was because he was too overwhelmed by his obsession. His hands trembled when he touched you, his breath hitched when you said his name, his heart raced with an unbearable intensity.

And when he wasn't with you?

He watched.

Cassius became a shadow, always nearby, always listening. He memorized your routines, your favorite things, the way you moved and spoke. He documented everything. Little notes about you filled his journals-your habits, your moods, even the things you probably didn't notice about yourself.

He didn't mean to scare you. He just couldn't help it.

If you tried to leave, he would panic. Beg. Cry. His desperation was suffocating, his obsession all-consuming. The idea of being without you made his chest tighten, his body shake. He would do anything-anything-to stay by your side.

And if someone tried to take you away?

He wouldn't be shy anymore.



Florante Delquiorra

Age: 20

Affliction: Tainted

Variety: Delusional

Personality: Flirty, masochist, playful, delusional

Before the celestial phenomenon, Florante Delquiorra was nothing more than a flirt-a charming, playful young man who thrived on teasing and harmless seduction. He had a reputation for being a natural flirt, throwing compliments like they were second nature, flashing sly grins that could make anyone's heart race. But it was all just a game to him. He never took love too seriously. Why settle for one person when the world was full of possibilities?

Then the pink smoke came.

And the game was over.

At first, the changes were subtle. He still flirted, still teased, but there was something off about the way he looked at people-like he was seeing something that wasn't really there.

Then, came the fantasies.

He became obsessed with the idea that fate had tied him to someone. Maybe it was you. Maybe it was someone else. Maybe it was everyone he set his sights on. His mind wove elaborate love stories, complete with dramatic confessions, tragic heartbreaks, and grand reunions that had never actually happened.

And worst of all? He believed them.

He would approach you with a knowing smile, whispering "We were meant to be together, don't you remember?" even if you had never met him before. He would react to imaginary slights-a betrayal you never committed, a love you never returned.

And he would punish himself for it.

His masochistic streak grew alongside his delusions. If he thought you had rejected him, he would smile through the pain, telling you he deserved it for not being enough. If you ignored him, he would act as though you had left him at the altar, throwing himself into a spiral of dramatic self-destruction before begging for your forgiveness for a crime you didn't commit.

And if you played along? If you even humored him for a second?

You would never escape.

Because in his mind, you already belonged to him.



Jarren Delquiorra

Age: 28

Affliction: Tainted

Variety: Protective

Personality: Assertive, vigilance, gentleman, protective

Before the celestial phenomenon, Jarren Delquiorra was just an ordinary man. Unlike his brothers, he was neither manipulative nor violent, nor did he stand out in any exceptional way. He was steady, reliable, and unremarkable-someone who did his job, lived his life, and never thought too deeply about things beyond his control.

But then, the pink smoke arrived.

And something inside him changed.

At first, he didn't even notice it. A strange restlessness settled in his chest, a quiet unease that made his skin crawl whenever someone so much as brushed past him. He started watching people-really watching-noticing every small movement, every glance, every shift in body language.

Then, came the paranoia.

He started feeling like something wasn't right. Like danger was lurking just out of sight, waiting to strike. He became hyper-aware of everything around him, constantly scanning his surroundings, preparing for threats that weren't even there.

And then, came the obsession.

One day, he saw someone-maybe you. Someone fragile, someone vulnerable, someone who didn't seem like they could protect themselves. And just like that, his world narrowed.

You became the center of his universe.

Every glance, every movement, every expression-you were his responsibility now. No one else could protect you like he could. No one else could be trusted.

And if you tried to leave? If you told him you didn't need him?

No. That wasn't possible.

He wasn't like his brothers-he wasn't cruel, wasn't manipulative. But he would never let you go. Not because he wanted to control you, not because he wanted to hurt you, but because he knew, deep down, that the world was dangerous.

And if you weren't with him? You wouldn't survive.

So, he would stay by your side. He would watch over you, protect you, fight for you-even if you didn't want him to. Because his love wasn't a choice.

It was a duty.

And he would never fail you.



Thoreau Delquiorra

Age: 20

Affliction: Tainted

Variety: Manipulative

Personality: Emotionally Intelligent, Strategic, Deceptive, Persuasive, Charming

Before the celestial phenomenon, Thoreau Delquiorra was a master of words and deception. He could talk his way out of any situation, charming those around him with ease. Whether it was a negotiation, a confrontation, or even a simple conversation, he always knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted.

He never needed brute force. Why resort to violence when words could do far more damage?

Thoreau was a man who played long games, orchestrating events from behind the scenes. He was never outright cruel, but he took pleasure in controlling the narrative, bending people's thoughts and emotions until they unknowingly danced to his tune.

Then, the pink smoke came.

The moment he inhaled it, his natural gift for manipulation intensified, turning him into something far more dangerous. Now, he doesn't just influence-he owns you. His words feel like silk, wrapping around you so effortlessly that you don't even realize you're being controlled. He can turn friend against friend, make enemies fall at his feet, and twist reality until you believe only what he wants you to believe.

And the worst part? You won't even realize it's happening.

Thoreau is not a brute like Aleksai, nor is he unstable like Enryu. His danger lies in how subtle he is. He doesn't need to raise his voice or make threats-he makes you want to stay. He makes you believe that you chose him.

Even if you try to resist, he will always find a way to pull you back. He knows your weaknesses, your fears, your desires. He will weaponize your emotions, make you question yourself, make you feel like he's the only one who truly understands you.

And when you finally give in?

He will smile, cup your cheek, and whisper,

"See? I told you, love. You were always meant to be mine."



Aleksai Delquiorra

Age: 28

Affliction: Tainted

Variety: Sadistic

Personality: Cruel, Dominant, Unpredictable, Charming, Controlling

Before the celestial phenomenon, Aleksai Delquiorra was already a man who enjoyed power. He was charismatic, dominant, and dangerously intelligent, someone who could bend people to his will with just words. He never needed to raise a hand to control those around him-his presence alone was commanding. He found pleasure in manipulating others, testing their limits, and seeing how far he could push them before they broke.

But he was not cruel. Not yet.

Then, the pink smoke descended.

The moment he inhaled it, something inside him snapped. What was once a calculated enjoyment of control turned into something brutal, unforgiving, and sadistic. He no longer cared about subtlety-he wanted to see fear, pain, submission. The pink smoke didn't create this darkness in him; it unleashed what was already there, turning him into a monster who takes pleasure in the suffering of those he loves.

Aleksai doesn't just want devotion-he wants to see you break for him.

Unlike others who beg or plead for love, he will force it out of you, dragging out your affection through pain, dominance, and fear. He enjoys the power struggle, the way his prey resists before eventually giving in. And when they do? He is sickeningly sweet, whispering praises, holding them close-rewarding them for their submission.

He is unpredictable-one moment charming and elegant, the next violent and merciless. He loves playing with his victims, keeping them on edge, never knowing if the next touch will be tender or punishing.

And if you try to escape him?

He will laugh. Because to him, it's all part of the game.



Mikhail Delquiorra

Age: 20

Affliction: Tainted

Variety: Ritualistic

Personality: Highly Superstitious, Calm, Unsettling, Meticulous

Before the celestial phenomenon, Mikhail Delquiorra was a devout scholar, studying to become a priest. Unlike his older brother, Enryu, whose emotions were volatile and unpredictable, Mikhail was calm, methodical, and deeply rooted in his faith. He found comfort in rituals, believing that order and devotion could protect people from chaos. His superstitious nature made him perform daily prayers, offerings, and cleansing rites, convinced that unseen forces influenced fate.

But when the pink smoke descended, everything changed.

The celestial phenomenon did not twist Mikhail into an uncontrollable monster like others-it validated his beliefs. To him, the Tainted were chosen by higher powers, and their obsessive love was sacred, divine, predestined. He embraced his affliction as a holy transformation, no longer a man but a vessel of devotion.

His rituals became more extreme, his faith warped into something dark and unsettling. He started performing elaborate ceremonies for those he loved, crafting intricate symbols, whispering chants, and marking his body with devotional carvings-scars in the shape of sacred symbols. He believes that love must be honored through ritual, and to him, that means sacrifice, purification, and absolute devotion.

Mikhail does not rage. He does not panic. His calmness is terrifying. He will look you in the eye and tell you that you were meant for him, that your fate was written in the stars, that the gods themselves have bound you together. And if you try to resist?

He will simply smile and say, "You only deny what you do not yet understand."

For Mikhail, love is not a choice-it is destiny. And he will make sure his beloved understands that... one way or another.



Enryu Delquiorra

Age : 20

Affliction : Tainted

Variety : Unstable

Personality : Highly Emotional & Volatile, Unpredictable, Paranoid, Clingy, Impulse-Driven

Enryu Delquiorra had always been unstable-even before the celestial phenomenon that changed the world.

Born into the powerful Delquiorra family, Enryu was a child of contradictions. He was clingy yet paranoid, affectionate yet violent, desperate for love yet terrified of betrayal. His family knew he was different, even before the Tainted existed. His emotions controlled him, not the other way around.

As a child, his outbursts were dismissed as tantrums, his paranoia as overactive imagination. But as he grew older, it became clear that his mind was wired differently. He could be sweet and doting one second, then violent and destructive the next. He struggled to trust, always convinced that people were lying, deceiving, or planning to leave him. When he felt loved, he devoted himself completely-but when he felt abandoned, he destroyed everything in his path.

At 16, his instability reached a breaking point. He was convinced a family servant had been whispering about him, plotting something he couldn't understand. In a fit of rage, he attacked, leaving the servant permanently scarred. His family locked him away, keeping him under tight surveillance, treating him as a time bomb rather than a son. The whispers followed him everywhere-"too dangerous," "too unpredictable," "a liability."

Then came the celestial phenomenon.

The sky rained pink smoke, and the world was forever changed. Those who inhaled it became Tainted, their emotions twisted into obsessive, overpowering devotion. Enryu, already unstable, was consumed by it.

The pink smoke amplified everything-his paranoia, his need for control, his fear of abandonment. He became more dangerous, more erratic, a man who could love with an intensity that suffocated and hate with a fury that destroyed. Now, he doesn't just suspect betrayal-he's certain of it. He doesn't just crave affection-he demands it. And once he fixates on someone, there is no escape.

He was unstable before. Now, he's something far worse.