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from the Ⅱ▼Ðaґкиёss Ḟallş▼Ⅱ Advanced Rp Ⅱ group.
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⇡ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ⇡➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
hovels with little hope of seeing tomorrow. He'll always wonder who's right, and know that he made the right decision for him. It was the best he could do, yeah?✖ ▌▸ sᴇʟғ-ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ, sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ, ʟᴏɴɢ ʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴʀʏ
✔ ▌▸ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ, sᴘᴇᴇᴅ, ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ᴋɴɪғᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ
⇥ ᴀʀᴍʏ ᴋɴɪғᴇ, ᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀᴄʜᴇᴛᴇs, ʀɪғʟᴇ
█ ) R ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s
✘ ▌ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Unknown ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 45 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤
↪ Mᴀʀᴛɪɴ Rᴇᴇᴅ
✘ ▌ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Deceased ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 32 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
↪ Aɴɢᴇʟ Rᴇᴇᴅ
✘ ▌ Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ - 〈 ♥ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 19 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
↪ Tᴀɴɴᴇʀ Hᴏʟᴛ
⇡ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ⇡➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
‟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛɴᴇss, ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ „
Parents have odd ways of showing their children just how much they love them, and Everett's parents had the worst way. They locked him in his attic for most of his life, or at least until he was twelve. He was stuck in a place of discarded memories as his parents worked tirelessly, his father on patrol and his mother in a hospital.
It didn't matter that they were leaving him out of their days, never bothering to stop and check on him unless it involved a daily routine of eating and showering. He spent his days waking in the dark, wandering into the light of the open air, and returning to his bleak lair. Before he matured and realized that there was no such thing as a functional family in his life, he'd pretend they put him up there to train to be like Batman. Batman comics had been his favorite reading material, until they were all ruined by a leak in the roof.
He fixed that leak himself, and found he kinda liked it. He liked the idea of fixing something and woodworking class in school had always been an interest. Unfortunately, his newly developed affinity messed with the carefully set neglectful routine his parents had because he made noise.The door was opening up to new possibilities.His parents never came up into the attic. They were always at the foot of steps yelling up at him. The strange appiration that was his mother couldn't be real. He swallowed a thick lump, clearing his throat before he crafted a sentence of some excuse he wasn't sure of. He began cleaning up the bench, putting things away. All the while, he was aware of his mother lingering to watch. He turned back to her when he'd finished and she wore a cryptic smile."It's three in the morning, Everett; stop it."His mother wore a haggard expression, exhaustion clear on her face. He knew she'd be on call in less than a few hours, what with all the recent shootings. He could see she knew this too, and was upset with having to climb the stairs. He gaped at her for a moment, wondering if he'd fallen asleep at the bench and was dreaming that he was seeing her.
"S-sorry. I didn't know you got back. Sorry.""It looks nice, Rett. I'm sure the birds will love it."
His mother was around him more often. She became his biggest fan, and suddenly the attic wasn't all bad. She was the sole provider of whatever he needed, and he began to take on bigger projects as the years went by. Well, four years, to be exact. Within that four month period, however, his mother made an announcement of pregnancy, and Everett felt both glee and solemn jealousy.
After years of neglect, he was suddenly going to have to share the attention of his mother within another little gremlin. He didn't let this show when he took his father's place in the hospital drill. He shouldn't have had to do it, especially not that day. He always told his father that afterwards. His father should have been there, he knew, and he wasn't.
It was supposed to just be another practice run. Locking the door, checking to be sure everything was in the car, and repeat. They would never be sure of the traffic situation, but they'd decided it would a bridge they'd cross later. His mother was happy, he realized in all those times. She was smiling when it happened.His mother, and his younger sister he found out, died on the table. They'd managed to get his sister out only minutes before she died, her little heart fading away among the monitors and machines. His father took it pretty bad, but he felt like it was his fault. His father should have been there. It was his fault.He managed to wrestle the man to the ground, being a rather large kid at his age. He was holding him down, the man's arms raised to keep the gun from his reach. Though his wingspan was much larger, Everett wasn't sure of how to safely take it from him. His mother was screaming, but he couldn't make out the words."Gimme your purse and the car keys!"The barrel of the gun was glaring at him. Everett had been taught ways to knock the gun from a thief's hands on one of his trips to the precinct with his mother, but all he'd learned was lost to him now. He saw his mother quivering to his right, and he decided he'd try whatever came to mind.
"Honey, just listen to him. Don't do anything stupid."
There was a bang, and he looked up in time to see his mother fall, jaw slack and eyes wide. He could make out the shape of fingers around the gun and then he could hear his pulse in his ears. He gaze drifted back towards the man below him, hands following. He wasn't sure how long he'd been pounding his fists into the husk of the man's face, but he was splattered with blood. He felt for a pulse, and a sick relief washed over him. H'ed come back to deal with him later.
His first actions then were to dial nine-one-one, and the crew arrived five minutes later. It paid to live so close to a hospital, he realized. He rode all the way to the hospital, but didn't remember ending up in the waiting room - ten hours later.
"I'll make it."
The declaration baffled those around him until he clarified: "I'll make her coffin." It was the least he could do for his sister and mother, send them off with one last act of love from him. He was supposed to protect her, them, but he'd failed. So, of course, he'd make it.‟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ɪᴛ „
The start of the war was like a perfectly destructive excuse.
It was an excuse to leave his father behind, to leave the pitiful hollow of a man in the bowels of the beasts. He didn't look back when he joined the militia, didn't listen to all the people that told him it would be best to just lie low. They'd dropped the enlistment age to sixteen, but he was a year over that. He could do it. He could make it.
He could find something to destroy in the messed up world he lived in.
He just didn't count on finding friends. He didn't think that he would ever have to worry about people other than himself. Well, yeah, he expected to become close to his comrades, but not in a way that would tie them to him with a heavy permanence.Wesley Holt was a lovable prick that Everett got very close to. They stayed together as a dangerous duo, Wesley somehow managing to make Everett laugh and Everett beating him serious when the time called for it.He snorted and walked away, but little did he know that he would be confronted by the same kid repeated."So, are you going to be angry the whole time we do this, or what?"The fuck was this kid? He was two years older than him, he remembered from orientation. He seemed a little to happy to be going around hunting down some weird ass freaks. Hell, Everett didn't think he took any of this seriously.
"What's it matter to you? I can be however the fuck I want."
When the war ended, and everything had gone to total shit, he was invited to be second in command of the Musketeer gang. It was also the same time he got to meet Wesley's sister, whom he had banned himself from, aside from having already thrown away the idea of relationships a long time ago. Besides that, she was with a wolf.
He wasn't sure how he took that, or if he even cared. He just knew that Wesley's family was his family, and family was to be protected, even if he'd failed once before. He never told anyone about that, though; his mother was something he carried deep down and wasn't exactly ready to let anyone know about. He didn't need them feeling pity for him; he wanted respect. Respect wasn't gained from piteous feelings, or love. No, he wanted them to fear him, so he made it possible.He got exactly what he'd wanted in those moments. They feared him, were shitting their pants at the sight of them. Of course, there were people who had that hungry look in their eyes, like they loved the crazy shit he did. Being second in command was a whole lot easier, and he followed Wesley, so they followed Wesley. It was a perfect pyramid of power, except for Wesley's sister.The creature in his hands was supposed to taken down to the bay and drowned. He couldn't remember if it was a shifter or a witch, but either way, it was supposed to die. He clenched his jaw as he took out his knife. He had several things in mind to do, and he was now simply working out how to do it."This is seriously messed up; we should stop."Maybe he could have phrased that a little better if he wanted more spectators, but it seemed to work. No one left, not even the trembling brat who could barely fit into his uniform. Looks like they wanted the show.
"Oh, yeah? Then go back, punk ass bitch."
It took him half and hour to carve out the smile, and the thing in his hands was still breathing, if not shallowly. He could hear the soft gurgling of labored breathing with blood clogging its throat. The sound was worth it so far, and a glance at the ashen faces behind him set a grin on his face. Perfect.
He watched them for a moment more before returning to the short display of fun. Well, the most fun he'd had in some time. He could see the bone now, and sharp swing down elicited another spring of crimson gurgling, like the bubbling of a fountain. A twist to the left made the blood squirt like a spout, and twisting the opposite way let loose a running wall of red.
Everett didn't understand, aside from them being family, why Wesley was so set on getting his sister to join. She was still going with that wolf every time they tried, until suddenly he wasn't there.‟ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏɴ, ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ; ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴡᴀs ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ? „
The war is over, but yet it's still going. People think that the gangs are going about things all wrong, but then again, those people are living in
⇣ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ⇣
➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅‟ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ „‹ ＥＶＥＲＥＴＴ ＲＥＥＤ ›☱ Everett as a boy's name is pronounced EV-er-et. It is of Old English origin, and the meaning of Everett is "brave, strong boar". Surname derived from Everard, used as a given name in the 19th century. Senator Everett Dirksen; actor Rupert Everett.
☴ Reed is of Old English origin, and the meaning of Reed is "red". Variant of Red, or possibly a place name referring to the reeds in a swampy place.
‹ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ/ᴍᴜsᴋᴇᴛᴇᴇʀs sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ | ✥ | ᴍᴀʟᴇ | ✥ | 23 ›
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| Camden, New Jersey
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| December Eighth
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ sɪɢɴ|| ♐ Sagittarius (view spoiler)
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ|| Heterosexual :: romantic attraction, sexual attraction or sexual behavior between persons of opposite sex or gender in the gender binary
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs|| Single :: Closed to RequestsBɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ Wᴇʙʙɪɴɢ⇥Human
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( ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ :: Aaron Taylor Johnson )▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
▪ While being good-looking is incredibly nice, Everett thinks it does little to no good these days. He has other things to worry about than to appealing to the eyes of other people. Fuck, if it makes him look terrifying and intimidating, he might considering worrying about his looks.
▪ At six foot two, he's tall enough to kick ass. It helps that his height adds to his intimidation factor, and gets people to think before they try to mess with him. Would it change if his height was different? He doesn't know or care. Everett's a hundred and ninety pounds of mostly muscle, he's a force to be reckoned with if you didn't get it already. He isn't that excessive, overly ripped kind of muscle, either. He still has a neck that isn't surrounded by muscle, which is a visual plus. Triangular in shape, his face has to be the nicest part about him.
▪ Muddy brown curls dangle down to his ears, although there may come a time when he combs it back or does something to pull it back. They stand off slightly against his lightly tanned skin, though he can be a little pale at times. His eyes, an oceanic blue, stand off against both his complexion and hair, and his blush colored lips are just another added affect.
▪ Everett's voice projects a business-like agenda, a deep baritone of no accent. His words are clear, and the meaning behind them can often sound brutal with the way he delivers them.☛ Stands at six foot two inches
☛ Weighs roughly hundred and ninety pounds of mostly muscle
☛ Hair is Muddy brown curls; dangle down to his ears
☛ Skin has lightly tan complex; little pale at times
☛ Vocally projects a business-like agenda, a deep baritone of no accent; words are clear, often sound brutal
☛ Added marks are scars from the war
▪ Style is a luxury he doesn't pay much attention to. He does believe that one should look presentable, so it's no surprise if he shows up looks pretty suave in a water version of a suit. That, or he is entirely ready to kick your ass in as comfortable clothing as he can manage to find.
✦ █ sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ | ᴇᴛʜɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇᴅ | ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ | ɴᴀʀʀᴏᴡ-ᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ | ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ
‟ ᴅɪᴅ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʙᴏʏs ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏ? „
✧ ░ Everett is the kind of guy that every guy would love to be, on the exterior. It goes a little deeper, into the interior of his being, but not too far. Most of what's left after you take away his manly facade is a terrified little boy. He hates that part of himself, and is always wishing he could just erase, but he can't. So he hides it.
Everett will very gladly tell you to fuck off if you try to change his decisions, or if you tell him he's wrong. It has everything to do with his pride, and standing his group. He's a defensive sort of stubborn, like changing his mind will mean giving up his dignity and a thousand other things. Being told otherwise isn't his favorite thing in the world, and he usually doesn't back down from anything. Hence, why he'd be more likely to tell you to go fuck yourself if you even try to make him change a thought or decision once he's made up his mind. Persuasion in any form doesn't work, either.
Moral correctness is not what Everett is ever concerned about. No, he couldn't honestly care less about what is ethically correct, unless it comes down to his loyalty. Then, he may have to reconsider. However, any other instance is a matter of entirely different proportions. Most people who are too terrified to think of asking him all his morals have gone to hell will blame the war, but it was something that was wrong with him from the start. He'd have to say it had to do with his upbringing, that is was his parents' fault, but he can't always be so sure.
At the right time, Everett can show compassion. It depends on when, though, because he doesn't like showing it often. He thinks it makes him weak, that it takes away his resolve. But, in those moments of compassion, he's probably one of more humane humans that could be left. There is no real way to describe it, but when he watches another person suffer, he's suffering right along side them. It could be why he locks down on the compassion, to avoid the pain. Or, he simply ends the suffering in the way he knows best.
He is indeed kind of bigoted. Everything has a black and white, no shades of gray. Nothing is to complicated for him, as there's already enough complication since the war ended. Chaos rules supreme, and he has to stay sane. His mind, his beliefs; it's his motto, of sorts. He believes that things are the way they are for a reason. He isn't religious, or anything like that, it's just simple to understand. Some humans did fucked up things, and now they were all being punished for it. Monsters are out there waiting to kill every last one of them. Each one could be deadlier than the last, and never to be trusted. They should all be dead. They should have never come out from the hell holes they came out of, in his opinion. Whatever peace they'd even thought of having was never going to happen. They'd fooled themselves into believing that they could coexist, when really they never could. It's that kind of black and white that keeps him sane, and focused. It's kill or be killed, with little to no exceptions on the matter.
It's the part of him that hates the most. It's the raw emotion of what's left of him when you strip away his hardened exterior to get to the very core. He's still a terrified child they never got the chance to live or experience a sweet life. He's afraid. He often feels like a festering wound left in the open for people to poke and prod. He feels like nothing, and no-one, will be able to save him, or even try. He believes he's too far gone, and most times he shuts this part of him away as far down as he can. Insecurities, fears, and hopes are all locked away with the little boy in the attic of his mind. He'd never dare to let this part of him out, this raw product of his life before everything went to shit. Fuck if he lets you in.
⇣ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ⇣
JACE WAYLAND IS AN ADORABLE LITTLE SHIT WHO NEEDS TO GET IN MY BED.SAME FOR JOSHUA ANTHONY BRAND
HOLY FUCKING SHIT JOSHUA AS WILL LOOKS FANTASTIC
someone stop me.too many sad histories, like fuck
I'll rp with you~
danke~
It's such a sad episode for me >.>but Evan looks pretty awesome in his whole skull ensemble in flashbacks
[ ghosting ]finishing my character, broheims
good
Okay, may I reserve one of the Informants spots for the Reaper gang? It shouldn't be longer than four days for me to complete the character.
Would it be possible to reserve a rank in one of the gangs? Like, if you know you'll be done with characters that come before the ranked character, would you be able to give a time estimate and reserve it?
Ah, then I'll pair him with Kiko, since I was gonna make her a particularly vengeful poltergeist. You're welcome!
What species is Vincent?
I can make one for him. You can pick from the remaining female claims I have ^-^
[ ghosting ]I'm on my phone and I'm prolly gon' fall asleep soon lol
[ online ]still working on characters, but open to roleplaying~
NeyNey: I HOPED YOU'D LIKE IT. YUSH SHERLOCK IS THE BESTEls: I guess I'll have my character be the dark side of the relationship lol
