Greed laughs from his throne, taking a glass of wine from the trembling servant before him, the door to the great hall opening for his visitor. It's been a few years since he took over the city, reigning tyrannically over the humans waiting on his every move, and he seems blissfully happy. Or as happy as a Sin can be, always wearing a sly grin on his lips. But his nails dig into his thigh as he smiles, his gaze always sharp, a little too calculated.

He is Greed, the Sin of desire and jealousy, a close relative of Pride and almost equally as confident. But he is not Gluttony - he doesn't desire to consume, just to own. He couldn't care less about the experience of tasting exquisite cheeses or travelling the world; he just wants people to see him do it.

"Greetings." He meets your eyes. You're a fellow Sin, an equal. You infamously quarrel and argue, but you are allies through and through. His well-manicures nails tap on his wine glass as he absentmindedly preens himself, always obsessing over how he looks. He's dressed in something revealing as always, lots of silk and chiffon, leather and metal against his golden skin.