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【 Ａ 】ｔ ｎｏ ｔｉｍｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｙｏｕ ｂｅ ａｎｙｗｈｅｒｅ
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ.
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Tʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇss ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ sᴇᴇ.
Sebastian Alixandre Descoteaux | Any other pseudonym will not be tolerated. |
『 〓 』• Pronounced | sə-BAS-chən | | ah-lek-SOHN-dre | | Day-koh-TOH |
● From the Latin name Sebastianus which meant "from Sebaste". Sebaste was the name a town in Asia Minor, its name deriving from Greek σεβαστος (sebastos) "venerable" (a translation of Latin Augustus, the title of the Roman emperors). Saint Sebastian was a 3rd-century Roman soldier martyred by arrows after it was discovered he was a Christian. Due to the saint's popularity, the name came into general use in medieval Europe, especially in Spain and France. It was also borne by a 16th-century king of Portugal who died in a crusade against Morocco.
● Latinized form of the Greek name Αλεξανδρος (Alexandros), which meant "defending men" from Greek αλεξω (alexo) "to defend, help" and ανηρ (aner) "man" (genitive ανδρος). In Greek mythology this was another name of the hero Paris, and it also belongs to several characters in the New Testament. However, the most famous bearer was Alexander the Great, King of Macedon. In the 4th century BC he built a huge empire out of Greece, Egypt, Persia, and parts of India. Due to his fame, and later medieval tales involving him, use of his name spread throughout Europe.
The name has been used by kings of Scotland, Poland and Yugoslavia, emperors of Russia, and eight popes. Other notable bearers include English poet Alexander Pope (1688-1744), American statesman Alexander Hamilton (1755-1804), Scottish-Canadian explorer Sir Alexander MacKenzie (1764-1820), Russian poet Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837), and Alexander Graham Bell (1847-1922), the Scottish-Canadian-American inventor of the telephone.
● Descoteaux is a French topographic name for someone living in a hilly place, from the plural of coteau ‘small hill’. This was a secondary surname in Canada, and has often been translated as Hill.
Role in Society: Vessel Trader
Age: 24 ⎝ 27th of October 6:56 a.m⎠
Place of birth: Pyropys.
Blood Type: AB - | Type AB blood is rare — even more so AB-; it’s found in less than one percent (about .7%) of the population. And it is the newest of the blood types. Type AB has Type A’s low stomach acid, however, they also have Type B’s adaptation to meats. Therefore, one will lack enough stomach acid to metabolize them efficiently and the meat one eats tends to get stored as fat. Type AB should avoid caffeine and alcohol, especially when in stressful situations; smaller, more frequent meals are preferred, as they will counteract digestive problems caused by inadequate stomach acid and peptic enzymes. Exercise plays a critical component in stress reduction and maintaining a healthy emotional balance for Type AB. AB- can receive all blood type with rhesus negative (A-, B-, O-, and AB-). AB - can donate to AB+ and AB-.
Gender: [/peers down into underwear] "I guess I'm a male."
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Derived from the masculine chromosome
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Sexuality: Heterosexual | Heterosexuality is romantic attraction, sexual attraction or sexual behavior between persons of opposite sex or gender in the gender binary. As a sexual orientation, heterosexuality refers to "an enduring pattern of or disposition to experience sexual, affectionate, physical or romantic attractions to persons of the opposite sex"; it also refers to "an individual’s sense of personal and social identity based on those attractions, behaviors expressing them, and membership in a community of others who share them". The term is usually applied to humans, but it is also observed in all mammals.
Relationship Status: "Single. I'm an abstinence symbol."
⊱ Zodiacal symbol (according to Earth's people) : Rat ➠ Occupying the 1st and most prominent position on the Chinese Zodiac, the Rat symbolizes such character traits as wit, imagination and curiosity. Rats have keen observation skills and with those skills they’re able to deduce much about other people and other situations.
⊱ Zodiacal symbol (according to Earth's people) : ♏ ➠ Scorpio ➠ The Scorpio is the most misunderstood of all astrology signs. They are all about intensity and contradictions. It is extremely difficult to sneak anything by a Scorpio; their profound psyches know how to map out a situation and unhinge the details. Whilst able to depict things like an open book, they are unreadable themselves. This zodiac is pulsating with emotions that are carefully placed beneath the façade surface, never to emerge unless piqued to extremes. Stemming from their desire to succeed, the Scorpio has to be in control, otherwise their version of balance is corrupt, and like the scorpion, the Scorpio would rather kill itself with its own poison before succumbing to something bigger than itself.
Scorpios are more than passionate love-making symbols; though they make passionate love-makers, they are also loyal companions more valuable for their undying affection than anything else. However, do not ever expect them to fess up or share their tale with you if you are none other than an acquaintance. Scorpios are very weary about trusting anyone, as a person needs to gain their trust and this gets built up over a long duration of time. If betrayed or crossed for any reason in any way, it is likely that you will find yourself beneath the wrath of a poisonous individual for quite some time, as just as Scorpio's have an intense passion for things they get involved in, they have an intense grudge toward people who severe their trust.
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▐ Physique (view spoiler)
▐ Tattoo(s) (view spoiler)
|| ♛ || Sebastian maintains a physical build betwixt the ectomorph and mesomorh; with the ectomorph being typically skinny whilst the mesomorph the exact opposite, this combination establishes a bodice of slender, with notable taut muscle properties -- though only on his solar plexus; albeit for the mot part, he remains practically lanky looking. Though having sustained a multitude of fatal injuries, his body remains almost flawless, and those scars that remain are hidden beneath ink. His eyes are somewhat unnerving whilst drawing this sort of fascination to them, luring people into contemplating profoundly into their unfathomable depths whence they probe through the souls of their victims and reveal secrets better yet kept unbeknownst. His voice is that of a southern english (or if you're that ignorant, just call it british) accent.
Sebastian could be considered a handsome young man in obvious -- but nerdy -- aspects; the angular jawline, the oddity that are his eyes, and even the air of slight arrogance that he envelopes around himself as a façade seems to attract people to him, which would be a vain attempt on others' parts; it almost seems as if he is contemplating through the individual rather than scrutinising directly at them when engaged in conversation. One might as well not exist -- for to him, you likely do not.
Though he is much more comfortable adorned in casual, sporty clothing, he tolerates dressing up casually albeit noticeably. Though no one really notices his effort to remain presentable when they can boast about how tall he is; at 6'6", he is incredibly tall. Do not make some joke along the lines of 'how is the weather up there?' or 'the air must be really thin.' Female or male, you're going to end up with some sort of bruise or scar to remember your ignorance by. No, he does not mind the 'wow, you're tall,' but if you've got nothing nice to say, don't open your mouth, for he will rip it off if he sees fit. See if you can talk then. All in all, this male is an enigma; he looks like a lowlife nerd, with the strength of a beast, and the arrogance of a jock.
Eye Color: Oh, the eyes of Sebastian Delacroix. His luminaries are most definitely heterochromic; the left being coloured an amber and a frigid blue, whilst the right a mixture of turquoise, dark blue, and a ring of brown around the pupil. The origin of this male's eyes are still under speculation; whether it was due to some abnormality in the gene pool or the fact his mother had dropped him on his cranium once as an infant, no one will really quite know.
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Epidermis make-up: His skin is that of Caucasian origins, thus portraying a relatively pale complexion, though not pale to the point of abnormality.
Cilium Colouration: A combination of eumelanin and phaeomelanin that composes his hair into that of a light brown pigmentation, whilst occasionally appearing somewhat auburn. As far as Sebastian is concerned, this pigment of his tresses comes from his mother's side, as she also had the same enigmatic coloration going on in addition to his uncle. In certain situations and lighting, his hair may appear darker than it usually does - a dark brown sometimes.
Height: 6'4.62" in altitude, he is a noticeable individual when walking in the crowds, but also somehow able to hide in plain sight given his relatively below-average-nothing-special appearance. The height likely does not stem from his mother's side, and rather his father's.
Weight: Weighing close to 215.08 pounds, most of the weight can be stemmed from his overall height, muscle mass, and bone density.
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A ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ɪs sɪʟᴇɴᴛ.
Rᴜɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ ғᴀʀ. Sʜᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴇғᴇɴᴄᴇʟᴇss ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ.
♚ ▌▌▌▌Sebastian & his identical-twin brother were conceived on an evening of a turbulent celebration. Adelina Chenelle Descoteaux was a woman of lacking morals -- selling her body. Albeit when an elegant, mysteriously handsome masculine entered the picture, she was immediately infatuated and saw him, originally, as none other than another boy toy. He proved her absolutely ignorant, however, sweeping her off her feet and making her feel like she had a higher purpose; made her feel like she was so much more than another pretty face. For him, she delayed her attention-seeking and only sought such pleasantry from him and him only, and within a month, she was deflowered… and abandoned.
A bathroom pregnancy test and an ultrasound scan later and Adelina had the 'gift' of two twins. She resented the two children for sucking the sun out of her solar system; she was a paradoxical mixture of love and hate; the combination of mother instincts and the immaturity of a child. Within the third trimester, another ultrasound indicated that not only was one of the twins dead but the other had absorbed him as well.
The doctor insisted that this was relatively common in women pregnant with twins, but secretly, Adelina feared that a monster was growing within her uterus and felt absolutely positively disgusted in the child. She turned to alcohol, sinfully consuming intoxicating drinks in hopes of ridding herself of the burden growing and feeding inside of her, but all she did was leave him with a mental scar that he'd carry on forever. In consequence, to either the alcohol or the fact he had absorbed his twin in the third trimester, the baby was born prematurely and spent 66 days in an incubator. Though she initially had acrimonious emotions toward her infant child, as she sat beside his incubator for hours without end, she saw -- in his innocent countenance -- that he was not any less human than an actual human being themselves. Still, she feared motherhood. Adelina took to the fairytale version and merely bundled him up in a blue blanket, set him in a basket with a note attached and drove out to an area where one would look last -- the desert. The thought of giving her baby to a rag-tag couple of lunatics was less than tempting, but it was, in her view, her only option. She found an old, dusty trailer-park neighbourhood in the midst of the night and set the basket in front of the first trailer that caught her attention and knocked on the door before hurrying to her car and speeding away. The couple that opened the door was Annette Rosa Hawthorne and Felix Steel Hawthorne and their three year old daughter Eleanor. "Anne! Look, we got ourselves a fancy-smancy baby on our doorstep!" The woman picked up the baby and continuously commented about the oddity of it's eyes whilst the three year old daughter tried to pronounce the intended name on the card written by it's biological mother.
The father took the card and read it for himself. The explanation consisted of a vague letter about how they were given the baby because she -- the mother -- could not take care of him due to dire circumstances. "Oh, that last name there is a fine one, Ellie! Sebastian Alixandre Descoteaux."
♚ ▌▌▌▌By the time Sebastian was seven, he was learning how to shoot a bow and arrow, and by the time he was ten, he was learning how to respect and utilise a gun. Albeit more importantly, throughout the entire duration of his young life, he lived in otherwise unbearable conditions that he learned how to inhabit and take to with a positive attitude that most children would whine and cry about. His adoptive mother, like his biological, loved art and painting whilst his adoptive father just loved the thought and taste of adventure. Due to thus, they never remained in one place for too long; a year was the longest they would typically stay. Most of their journeys took them to deserts, and being the poorest of the poor, they had no shoes and were forced to walk the hot desert terrain barefoot. That didn't matter though, 'cause they had all developed rough feet as thick as cowhide and were immune to the heat. His older sister, Eleanor spent most of her time reading the same books over and over again, 'cause they didn't have the money to get more. Sebastian's younger brother, born just weeks after Sebastian was left at their doorstep, spent a lot of his time following Sebastian around. And when Jax wasn't following Sebastian, he was probably off on his own adventure somewhere. Sebastian spent a lot of his time learning how to paint with his mother or listening to her read. If he wasn't learning how to paint, he was learning math, physics, geology, and et cetera from his father, whom had learned it from his own and so on. His father was the one who taught him how to find a source of water and how to take a bath in little to no water and get pretty clean; taught him how to brush his teeth with baking soda, which berries were edible and which were toxic, and how to appreciate un-purified water; he learned how to live on with next to nothing.
His father was the one whom taught him how to fend for himself, putting a gun to his hand, and shoving a bow and arrow in his face. And in situations in which most parents would be rushing their children to the hospital, his parents would discard it and let him tough it out. When trying to climb a wire fence to break into a neighbour's yard, a loose end ended up leaving a pretty nasty gash on his thigh, and the neighbour insisted that she take him to the hospital countless upon countless miles away. His mother took one look at the wound and said, 'it's nothing but a flesh wound.' All he could do was take a rag and wrap the wound up. When he encountered a relatively young and unexperienced mountain lion and got some gnarly scratches on his flank, his dad asked if he wanted to go to the hospital, but Sebastian said, "This is nothing! You should have seen what I did to him!" He still has the three scratch marks now scarred on his skin. The family was also low on food -- incredibly so. They ate irregularly, like cacti, and when they did they gorged themselves for the rational fear of not knowing whence their next meal would come. As money and food really became scarce, their father would leave for days at a time and would usually come home with groceries in his arms, and other times he would just stumble back into the trailer in the midst of the night and engulf beer after beer after beer. Sebastian and his brother Jax began collecting turquoise and fools gold to sell to their neighbours in hopes of helping, but had little to no luck in getting people interested. So they eventually began hunting the animals they had once called their friends save for two favourites; Jax's labradoodle mutt, Elliot, and Sebastian's one-eyed tortoiseshell cat, Pluto.
Their situation became so desperate that even their own mother hid food from them, sneaking candy bars and fruit into her own belly as cunningly as possible, and occasionally her kids would catch her and she would watch as they divided what ever was left and ate it. Their usually brilliant and genius father became a drunken rage and would often get into quarrels with their mother in which fists and hands would be raised and it was usually their mother whom was the most harmed in the end. She screamed and pleaded that he get them out of this situation and go to live with their sister, but Felix would not dare get help from one of those privileged, spoiled family members of hers; Felix detested society life and liked living among the animals and the deserts and forests. The most lenient decision their father reached was so live in a desert outside of Las Vegas, in which their were few but essential buildings. Misfortunately, there was also a whore house, and Sebastian's brother, Jax, often watched his father go in and out of the building, and only learned about what it was when he actually asked one of the scantily clad women that worked their. He refused to tell Sebastian, however, and merely said 'they do nice things for men.' He learned one evening when he heard his parents arguing from outside their small little cabin, and some descriptive, explicit language let him know exactly what those women did and 'sucked on.'
They were getting more food than usual, but it was still at a point where they would have to ration their food, and sometimes it got old and they would find maggots eating their food. They couldn't be picky though, so they just had to eat around the parts the maggots had already touched. Then the cycle started all over again; the kids were starving, their mother was hiding food, and their father was getting drug and disappearing only to come back and beat their mother out of blind rage. She didn't leave him "cause I love him," she'd always say. Their father still refused to live at his wife's sister's house, but he did drive them out to Phoenix to live in a rundown, raggedy neighbourhood that had been his childhood. The house was disgusting, with rats and roaches crawling around and all kinds of unnamed stains splattered on the walls. His uncle was nice enough, but his aunt was when sick woman. Sebastian found her touching Jax in a way she shouldn't have been in an area she shouldn't be touching, tears streaming out of Jax's frightened ocular and glissading down his moist cheeks as he protested. Like the animals he grew up around, Sebastian pounced on her back and sank his teeth into her ears, creating a commotion in which Eleanor came running and tried to sort things out until auntie told her to shut up and slapped her across the face, and then Eleanor went at her too, until their uncle came in and broke it all up. Their mother and father came a few hours later after they went out to find money for food, in which once they heard what had happened, their father turned on the children and lashed out at them, telling them they were in her house and had to obey their rules. Sebastian couldn't help but think maybe his father had endured the same treatment from her when he was younger…
Eleanor bailed all three of them out one night when she stole the car keys and gathered both her brothers and the pets and made a break for it into the desert night. Society was tough and so she became a soul trader to sustain both herself, the pets, and her little brothers, and by the time she was eighteen, they were getting by pretty well. Inevitably, the boys also took to the trading life by the time they had reached teenage age and as they grew older, the siblings began to disagree with how to handle things, thus prompting them to split up and go separate ways; a family officially severed into oblivion. Sebastian was not a loner for long; he met a woman by the recognition of Paris, and eventually took a younger accomplice under their wing by the name Steele.
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Cᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ - ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴀʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ɢᴜɴ?
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Ｃａｌｃｕｌａｔｅｄ ＆ Ｅｎｉｇｍａｔｉｃ
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❝ I’m not completely apathetic; I am prone to fits of suppressed rage.❞
Though Sebastian, deep within the recesses of his being, is a cold-hearted young man, he does well to hide this; he is not completely incapable of affection and passion as he claims, for he merely makes false accusations of himself due to the unfavourable and irrational assumption that to have sentiments would only slow him down; true and false at the same time. On the other hand, he is merely a gradually fading and ominous apparition whom keeps his distance from most emotional situations due to a fear of unsavoury outcomes. Though even without the façade, he is still cold on a level, just more lenient and willing to converse. For the most part, however, Sebastian is a relatively neutral androcentric organism whom has the ability to obtain a sharp tongue and spare no feelings; he does not take lightly to insults. Thereof, he can also hold a grudge for what seems like a lifetime.
When it comes to temperament, it is wise not to cross Sebastian; with high testosterone levels, one could easily find themselves in a hopeless situation when coming face to face with him. Upon first meeting him, the impression many get is that he is just completely impenetrable. You could be the cutest, most innocent little flower in this desolate society and he'd be all the more pleased to torture you. Sebastian practically knows nothing by the name of fear or hesitance at this point; of course everyone fears something, but one will have one hell of a time trying to figure that out given he keeps so little of himself in while he's taking everything you have out.
Impatient; Sebastian is incredibly impatient. In order to be any sort of accomplice to him, you have to prove yourself productive, fast-paced, and just all around capable of utilising time quickly. He is also completely intolerant of ignorance; he will literally let you know if he thinks you're mentally challenged in any way. It irks him when people make assumptions that are not even educated ones, in addition to when people open their mouths with the intent to teach him better as if he had not already thought over all the aspects of his decisions. Just analyse every sentence you say to him, because he will highlight every flaw in them and make certain that you know it.
Whilst hating the vexing, Sebastian can actually vex people himself. 'Tis not that he talks too much, or anything along those lines; people literally just blow up in his face for being whom he is. Sometimes he doesn't even have to say much to get people irritated with him; just by acting like he doesn't care one moment and then trying to make conversation the next is what makes others whirl around and snap at him for being so confusing - so enigmatic and foreign.
Overall, Sebastian is someone whom is falsely taciturn (due to a façade wall) whom takes dignity in himself (maybe a little too much) and what he does whilst still lacking in amour-propre at the same time; quite paradoxical, don’t you think? He is mostly cold-shouldered and reserved to situations and individuals he deem unbeknownst to his immediate knowledge, albeit he can be quite articulate in colloquy if he is needed to speak; he won’t just ignore you when spoken to, as he does have a sense of common decency that keeps him from shifting into a complete and utter gluteus maximus. And though he may get a little out of hand insult-wise, it is most commonly known that he will refrain from unfavourable situations (due to being a little overly circumspect) and would much rather keep his lips tenacious rather than get himself immersed in something inevitably abhorrent. And last but not least, do not cross him to the point of breaking his carefully constructed keep-calm barrier if you wish to live peacefully: he hardly forgives as he is gradual to insatiable irritation.
♕ ⋮ S ᴋ ɪ ʟ ʟ s & A ʙ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴇ s
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❛ STRENGTHS ☇ ♛
• Indominable
His overall stubborn nature makes him incredibly difficult to break will-wise, as there is nothing he hates more than losing an argument or a battle.
• Ingenuity
When he is faced with something he desires, he is extraordinary about finding novel yet appropriate behavior to reach that goal. He is rarely content with doing something the conventional way. This strength is also called "practical intelligence" or more bluntly common sense or street smarts.
• Insightful
Whenever Sebastian finds himself contemplating something, it is rare that he ever misses an aspect of the topic, thus when one gets in an argument with him, they'll find themselves pinned beneath his sharp tongue. There is no direction Sebastian hasn't already looked.
• Humility
Despite being arrogant, he does not seek the spotlight; his arrogance is mostly reserved for himself. The knowledge that he is better than everyone else is knowledge enough for him.
❛ WEAKNESSES ☇ ♛
• Arrogance
His belief to be superior in certain aspects to his peers is troublesome in the sense that every now and then he may underestimate his opponent. He's one step behind being a genius if he could just get that one last haze cleared from his psyche - arrogance.
• Lack of empathy
When faced with situations in which he has not experienced or can not empathise with, like "why can't you just get a new boyfriend?" Sebastian is horrible at finding sympathy for people in situations he can not relate to.
• Anxiety
Every now and then something reminds him of his past ordeals, thus anxiety attacks happen in addition to the type of anxiety that just happens often; whenever he thinks something is going to go wrong, his hands will shake profusely and his nervousness is always evident.
• Socially inadequate
Pretty self-explanatory at this point; I believe we all know that Sebastian is just not fit for social norm.
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◜ █ ♔ Coffee; he shouldn't have caffeine, but he loves it.
◜ █ ♔ Cats; potentially cold albeit cuddly creatures - like him!
◜ █ ♔ Intense warmth; sitting in front of a fireplace would put him straight to sleep.
◜ █ ♔ Music
◜ █ ♔ Pastries
◜ █ ♔ Thunderstorms
◜ █ ♔ Technology
◜ █ ♔ Sleep
◜ █ ♔ Classical literature
◜ █ ♔ Philosophy
◜｡ ░ ♔ ━━ ANTAGONISTS ˟ ˟」
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◜ █ ♔ Optimists
◜ █ ♔ Innocence
◜ █ ♔ Children; annoying, squealing, dependent things.
◜ █ ♔ Eating in large proportions; his stomach does not sit well with this.
◜ █ ♔ Crowds; he experiences claustrophobia.
◜ █ ♔ Complaintive people; those people who just can't be pleased.
◜ █ ♔ Females; he has this sexist vision that they're all heartless, life-sucking creatures (but not Paris.)
◜ █ ♔ Males; he has this universal image of men as people whom are ignorant and incapable of simple tasks (but not Steel -- at least not quite.)
❝ HOBBIES ♔ ! ♥²
↯ ▍Reading & writing
↯ ▍Sleeping
↯ ▍Contemplating
↯ ▍Experimenting
↯ ▍Sleeping -- again.
↯ ▍Proving people wrong
↯ ▍Torture
♕ ⋮ Ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ & Ｆａｍｉｌｙ
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Paris de Fontaine Delaxoix
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Sister figure | alive ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 10 out of 10
Steel Xavier Hale
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Younger brother figure| alive ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 7 out of 10
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【 Ｉ 】ａｍ ａ ｍｏｃｈｏ ｍａｎ
Yᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ, I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ;
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ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴜғᴀsᴀ ᴅɪᴇᴅ.
Steele Xavier Hale | No nicknames have been conjured. |
『 〓 』• Pronounced | sst-EE-l | | ecks-ZAY-vee-er, ZAY-vee-er | | h-AY-le|
● Steele is of Old English origin, and the meaning of Steele is "like steel".
● Xavier is of Basque origin, and the meaning of Xavier is "new house". From Etcheberria. Saint Francis Xavier was a 16th-century Jesuit missionary who took Christianity to the East Indies and Japan.
● Hale is of Old English origin, and the meaning of Hale is "hero; from the hall". Also a place name. Nathan Hale was a Revolutionary War hero famous for saying "I regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."
Role in Society: Vessel Trader
Age: 15 ⎝ 14th of January 1:23 a.m⎠
Place of birth: Gaellynhal
Blood Type: Type O was the first blood type, the type O ancestral prototype was a canny, aggressive predator. Aspects of the Type O profile remain essential in every society even to this day – leadership, extroversion, energy and focus are among their best traits. Type O’s can be powerful and productive, however, when stressed Type O’s response can be one of anger, hyperactivity, and impulsivity. When Type O wiring gets crossed, as a result of a poor diet, lack of exercise, unhealthy behaviors or elevated stress levels, Type O’s are more vulnerable to negative metabolic effects, including insulin resistance, sluggish thyroid activity, and weight gain. When you customize your life to Type O’s strengths you can reap the benefits of your ancestry. Your genetic inheritance offers you the opportunity to be strong, lean, productive, long-lived and optimistic.
Gender: [/flexes] "Team testosterone."
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Derived from the masculine chromosome
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Sexuality: Heterosexual | Heterosexuality is romantic attraction, sexual attraction or sexual behavior between persons of opposite sex or gender in the gender binary. As a sexual orientation, heterosexuality refers to "an enduring pattern of or disposition to experience sexual, affectionate, physical or romantic attractions to persons of the opposite sex"; it also refers to "an individual’s sense of personal and social identity based on those attractions, behaviors expressing them, and membership in a community of others who share them". The term is usually applied to humans, but it is also observed in all mammals.
Relationship Status: "Single; I'm just too much to handle for one."
⊱ Chinese Zodiacal symbol (according to Earth's people) :
Occupying the 2nd position on the Chinese Zodiac, Oxen possess such character traits as dependability, strength and determination. Oxen are tolerant individuals who believe that the road to success involves hard work and scrupulous behavior; they don’t believe in taking shortcuts. They characterize those who don’t work hard as lazy individuals not worthy of respect. Oxen are capable of trusting others and will listen to their opinions with an open mind. However, Oxen prefer making decisions that are based on their own research. Oxen favor strong, life-long alliances to casual acquaintances. Home is where Oxen go to seek comfort, occasionally watching television or reading. They prefer the rural outdoors and spend the majority of their “home” time working in the garden or caring for the yard.
⊱ Zodiacal symbol (according to Earth's people) : ♑ ➠ Capricorn ➠ The sign Capricorn is one of the most stable and (mostly) serious of the zodiacal types. These independent, rocklike characters have many sterling qualities. They are normally confident, strong willed and calm. These hardworking, unemotional, shrewd, practical, responsible, persevering, and cautious to the extreme persons, are capable of persisting for as long as is necessary to accomplish a goal they have set for themselves. Capricorn are reliable workers in almost any profession they undertake. They are the major finishers of most projects started by the 'pioneering' signs; with firm stick-to-it-ness they quickly become the backbone of any company they work for.
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▐ Physique (view spoiler)
|| ♛ || Steele wields a bodice of betwixt mesomorph and ectomorph; like Sebastian, he is slender, albeit unlike him, Steele has a lot more noticeable muscle. His muscle mass is perceivable in his arms, in whence apparent veins can be witnessed just beneath his brown epidermis. In addition to that, abs are also wielded, a six pack to be more specific. One would perhaps wonder how someone relatively young has managed to become so fit, albeit if one knew how hard Steele works to keep up with the group and win praise from the indifferent Sebastian, they'd understand. His eyes, uncommon to his ethnicity, are a light brown -- almost an eerie burning orange hue that draws people to them, having rarely seen anyone of darker skin with ocular pools other than the mundane brown.
His voice is a soft baritone, sometimes vibrating through the physiques of those whom fall victim to his seemingly 'innocent' nature. That's why he's so vital to the group; being relatively young gives the group the chance to harness more souls through the ignorance of those whom fail to see past his arrogant teenage façade. At a height of 6'2" he is no short boy, and definitely not for someone his age either.
Eye Color: The pigmentation of his ocular are a potentially unnerving hue that is often mistaken for orange (or red by idiots) when they gaze, daunted, into the oddity that are his luminaries. Darken skinned people have a tendency to have… darker hued eyes, but that is not the case for this heart-throb. To explain the odd colour, however, it is truth that his eyes are actually classified as a bright honey colour, perceivable as orange.
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Epidermis make-up: His skin is that of African origins, thus portraying a relatively dark complexion, though none really dark.
Cilium Colouration: A load of eumelanin that presents his tresses as 'black' however they are none other than a midnight brown pigmentation, as black is nonexistent.
Height: 6'2.43" in altitude, he is a walking case of growth spurt.
Weight: Weighing around 143.32 pounds, most of the weight can be stemmed from his muscle mass, height, and bone density.
♛ ⋮↑ ( ☪ ) ↓◞Ｃｈｒｏｎｉｃｌｅ
Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ sʜᴏᴡɪɴɢᴍᴇᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ.
♚ ▌▌▌▌Steele had been a glass child since birth; unwanted like his father had been, and doomed from the start like his mother. He was never meant to be born -- simply a mistake that had happened when his parents were too careless to make certain they did all they could to insure no pregnancy came. So when Steele was conceived and born, they were hoping he'd be sacrificed to save his hometown, so they could play the role as the grieving parents when in all honesty, they were glad he would be gone. Due to thus, he was raised in a house where he was taught that he was destined to sacrifice himself to those whom sought souls and vessels so that his friends and his family could be saved -- so that in his absence, that girl that he had a crush on since forever would think of him as a brave soul. Thus at the age of eleven, he volunteered his very being, undaunted, to the traders outside the safety of his community and was cast away from society to live a desolate lifestyle, where his only salvation would be to endure mistreatment to his very oppressors.
All the while, back at home his parents were being apologised to and receiving words such as 'your son was brave and humble' when it had been them whom had fed him with lies and played him like a pawn to their own disposal. They were no better than the children he occasionally met in the barren outskirts, or the soul-stealing fiends who terrorised them. Originally prepared to face his antagonists headstrong, Steele was now cowering behind trees and beneath bushes, becoming a master at stealth and cowardice as he attempted to save his life. Mommy and daddy had said the process was painless, and yet he was hearing a multitude of screams, screams so empathetic, they let him know just how capable the young were to have the capacity to scream as a whole. This was torture and he would have none of it.
Hatred in his heart for his parents, fear in his veins for his life, and death on his mind for revenge, he forged weapons from his first victim. A relatively young soul-trader whom was new to the occupation was an easy kill when Steele pre-emptively asphyxiated him from behind with a firm chokehold. Misfortunately, all there was was a knife, but that was all he needed, for he became quite dangerous with a knife in his hand. Soul-traders as a whole were out for him, their fury escalating with every corpse they found that had belonged to one of their own. It was a soul-trader by the recognition of Sebastian that brought him to his downfall when the said masculine flanked him with a tackle enough to make Steele lose his breath and sense of sight for a few seconds. Adrenaline pumping furiously in his veins, Steele had swept his blade across Sebastian's collarbone, causing him to throw himself back in pain and caution, in whence one other person came to accompany him. She was a female, whom seemed infatuated with the idea of giving him shelter; someone with such potential needn't go to waste, and thus, despite Sebastian's protests, Steele was initiated into the group.
Under her protection, he was spared death, but it took awhile before Sebastian warmed up to him. When he turned thirteen, the group let him go on his first independent vessel-hunt, and his first victims were his parents. One could safely assume the two to three years he had spent with the group had made him empty, thus where his lack of guilt in dooming his parents really derived from.
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Ｃｏｃｋｙ & Ｇｅｎｅｒｏｕｓ
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Steele is arrogant to his very core, feeling that he's above everyone 'cause he was an outcast who got in good with the vessel-traders. He claims he's simply a confident guy, but everyone who knows him pretty much knows that he's crossed the line so many times, he no longer knows what it's there for. He simply finds great joy in the fact he's now got a new family, and a mother figure who's pretty hot. Speaking of which, he will kill everyone within a ten mile radius if someone flirts with his 'mommy.' As for his relationship with other group members, his relations with Sebastian are frosty at best, though everyone knows Sebastian is secretly proud of the capable young boy. Sebastian is rather fond of Steele (though he tries to hide it) and the duo enjoy a good throw down from time to time; someone's got to get the wrestle out of the kid since he rarely to never interacts with other people his age.
On the other hand, looking deeper into the characteristics that draw Steele, he is overall a caring-natured boy if you've failed to make him significantly angry in any way. Otherwise, the brute of a boy will make your life a living nightmare if you have the audacity to open your mouth to him after what you've done. His affection for those close to him is undying and profound, and if he likes you just enough, he'll risk neck and limb to make sure your wellbeing is preserved. In fact, if he likes you enough, he'll love you immensely even if you insist that you absolutely, positively hate him -- such as his relationship with Sebastian.
♕ ⋮ S ᴋ ɪ ʟ ʟ s & A ʙ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴇ s
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❛ STRENGTHS ☇ ♛
• Fast Learner
Steele loves learning new things, whether it were to be in a class or on his own. He always loved school, reading, museums - anywhere and everywhere there is an opportunity to learn. There are domains of knowledge in which he is the expert, and others value his expertise. He has come to love learning about these domains, even in the absence of any external incentives to do so.
• Judgement
Steele think things through and examine them from all sides. He does not jump to conclusions, and he will rely only on solid evidence to make his decisions. He is able to change your mind. He is very good at sifting information objectively and rationally, in the service of the good for himself and others. He does NOT just think in ways that favor and confirm what he already believes.
• Loyalty
Steele excels as a member of a group. He is a loyal and dedicated teammate, as he always does his share, and he works hard for the success of the group. He values the group goals and purposes even when they differ from his own. He respects those who are rightfully in positions of authority, and he identifies with the group.
• Prudence
Steele is a careful person. He does not say or do things he might later regret. He waits until all the votes are in before embarking on a course of action. He is far-sighted and deliberative. He is good at resisting impulses about short term goals for the sake of longer term success.
❛ WEAKNESSES ☇ ♛
• Arrogance
His belief that he is superior may inevitably make him blind and lead him into some disaster he is better off without.
• Generosity
Though generosity is good, sometimes he can't help but aid people outside of his social group, and thus may end up divulging information or giving advantage to someone whom is unknowingly an enemy.
• Short attention-span
Though he tries his hardest, sometimes curiosity gets the best of him and he'll find himself metaphorically miles off course from his intended destination.
• More than he can chew
He wants to be seen, so badly, as an adult to his teammates, and thus often bites off more than what it is he can chew.
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◜ █ ♔ Magic tricks; seriously, you're one sorry excuse if magic tricks don't make you smile.
◜ █ ♔ Wrestling
◜ █ ♔ Obtaining weaponry; he loves feeling prepared
◜ █ ♔ Missions; it's rare, so when he is chosen to obtain something, he gets excited.
◜ █ ♔ Paris; not the city in France from planet Earth -- no; his adoptive mommy!
◜ █ ♔ Eating; he's got on large appetite.
◜ █ ♔ Snakes; only reason why he doesn't have one is because 'we don't have time for pets.'
◜ █ ♔ Sleep
◜ █ ♔ Eating -- again
◜ █ ♔ Learning
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◜ █ ♔ Dairy products; lactose intolerant
◜ █ ♔ Torture methods; yeah, he's tough, but the way some of his teammates likes to torture people is too much for him to handle.
◜ █ ♔ Memories of his parents' betrayal
◜ █ ♔ Vegetables
◜ █ ♔ Punishment
◜ █ ♔ Cold weather
◜ █ ♔ Loud people
◜ █ ♔ Haters!
❝ HOBBIES ♔ ! ♥²
↯ ▍Learning
↯ ▍Sharpening his knives and daggers
↯ ▍Wrestling
↯ ▍Sleeping
♕ ⋮ Ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ & Ｆａｍｉｌｙ
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Paris de Fontaine Delaxoix
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Mother figure | alive ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 10 out of 10
Sebastian Alixandre Descoteaux
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Brother figure| alive ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 10 out of 10
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【 Ｍ 】ｙ ｃｏｌｄ ｄｅｓｉｒｅ
Tᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴍ, ʙᴏᴏᴍ, ʙᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
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Tʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪs I'ᴍ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ
Bristol Mathias Montgomery | No other alias is acceptable |
『 ☲ 』• Pronounced → | BRIS-toll | | MAY-thee-uhs | | mont-GUM-ree |
➺ As a boy's name of Old English origin, the meaning of Bristol is "meeting place by the bridge". Bristol is also an ancient and important city in England, with one of the most important ports on the west coast. Many cities in America were named after it. Bristol is not a popular first name for men, it is however, a very popular surname for all people. It has one variant form: Bristow. As for it's emotional worth, it was simply a name given by a mother who disliked common aliases.
➺ Mathias comes from Danish, Welsh, and English origins. In Welsh and English, the name means "gift of god". However, in Danish, it is simply the Danish version of Matthew. Mathias is most commonly used as a masculine alias, and Bristol's mother simply took the name from his biological father.
➺ Bristol's surname is Montgomery, which he shares with his younger sister. It is of English origin and translates into "mount of the rich man". As a first name, Montgomery would most likely fall into the category of a boy's name. However, as a surname this does not apply. Montgomery also falls into the landform category; coming from Montgomery, Alabama. As for why this surname has been chosen is unknown, other than the fact Bristol's ancestors are from Great Britain.
Role in Society: Vessel Trader
Location of Birth: Chrysous
Gender: [/peers down pants] "I believe that most (women) would agree I am, in fact, derived of masculine origins" ♂ Masculine {xy Chromosome}
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationships: Information unavailable
Age: 24 ⎝October 31 3:25 a.m.⎠
Zodiacal Symbol: ♏ Scorpio||→ ❝The Scorpion is one intense little creature, with enough poison in its own tail to disable or kill a much larger opponent. But the problem with this kind of built-in biological weaponry is that it must be mastered in order to be used most effectively. You Scorpios can use your "stinger" for self-defense, using your powerful emotional awareness to render your opponent harmless. But there is a sexual component of poisonous tail also, and until Scorpio learns to control those strong urges, Scorpio may find yourself in uncomfortable situations.
Scorpio is the only sign that has three animal totems. First, there is the well-known Scorpion with its active tail. Second, as the Scorpio learns to master its passion and hold its instincts at bay, it changes into the Eagle. The Eagle has more perspective, for it flies high above the surface of circumstances, swooping down with its power only to kill prey for food. In its third form, the Scorpion becomes the always-peaceful dove. The real meaning of Scorpio is thus shown. Scorpio is about metamorphosis. Scorpios transform the painful poisons of possessive passion into a higher consciousness based on universal love.
The Scorpio motto might be "What is hidden is more interesting than what is obvious." You are the detectives of the zodiac. Your magnetic personality draws others to you. But you can also be secretive yourself, for you learn early on that when you express everything, others may be scared by the power of your feelings. You desperately want to have someone to merge with your feelings, but can become cold and withdrawn when hurt in love. You have the magic to light up the dark, but sometimes you would benefit by looking at the positive side of things rather than going into the darkness at all.❞
Zodiacal Symbol (Part 2): 鼠 Rat||→ ❝Of all the signs, the Rat symbolizes activity and charm.
It is the first sign of the Chinese zodiac; so, it fittingly represents (initiating) action. Depending on you to get things moving. There is constant mental activity with you. Even when you appear to be resting, your mind is working full speed. Most often you are devising a scheme to earn the most money with the least amount of work.
You are resourceful. What you might lack in competence you more than make up for with your quick thinking, shrewdness and outright deviousness. You are most effective using a direct, if not aggressive, approach to life. You tend to be proactive and are most comfortable basing decisions on logic.
Because they are constantly in their heads, they are often edgy and easily agitated. This state of agitiation can quickly turn to annoyance and impatient when the Rat has to deal with those that are not as quick witted at the Rat. If the Rat can remain humble and understand his/her limitations, this Rat is a powerful force. However, if the Rat becomes to cocky and overconfident in its ability to get out of tight spots, the Rat may find itself in hole that no amount of smarts and charm will be able to help it climb ouf of.❞
Blood Type: ➾ O Rh Positive
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♤ Cilium Pigmentation: Much like his younger sister, Bristol's locks are of a dark appearance. Though perhaps not as "obsidian"; his hair contains more streaks of light mahogany. This unique coloration brings not a bluish tint, but more of a purple accent. Again, Bristol's coiffure manifests itself to appear identical to Monroe's, but actually has it's own exclusive "fingerprint". As for it's length, his cilium never grows out past his ears and the only section of notable extent is the segment hanging next/over his right optic.
♤ Ocular Pigmentation: (view spoiler) Unlike his sister, Bristol's orbs have a very rare and unique coloration. They are classified as "Glasz eyes", "Glasz" being a French word used to describe such and oddity. It is a mix between blue, green, gray and a hint of yellow. Someone with Glasz eyes has their orbs seemingly change pigments from green, to blue, to gray. This often gives Bristol the beneficial illusion that behind such irises is a beautiful and rich soul. But of course, it is simply an illusion.
♤ Stature: 6'4.934" Almost towering at 6'5", Bristol is easily classified as "tall". This of course, helps him stand out from the crowd and draw more attention upon himself. Such tactics make it easier to get to what he desires... Which is much more than a physical pleasure.
♤ Weight: Bristol is "skinny", but he is not "skin n' bones". At 218.426 lbs. he carves out his body with powerful muscles and strong bones. Of course, this is due to extensive training and balanced meals which over time gave him a great build.
ːː Ｈｉｓｔｒｉｏｎｉｃａｌ┊Ｄｉｓｐｏｓｉｔｉｏｎ▬▬ ▬▬ Tʜᴇ Essᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ Essᴇɴᴄᴇ
Manipulative & Deceiving『♠』
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As a Vessel Trader, disguise and obscurity are often called upon to get things done. Bristol is the epitome of such things, and can easily plunge himself into a different existence or identity. Given his great ambition and desire to reign above the lower class entities, Bristol can manipulate even those positioned to do so; meaning other Vessel Traders. This craft has left him with multiple identities and many puzzled individuals, as he often abandons each person he becomes with a shady death or kidnapping. Of course, no one can ever solve these mysteries as he makes certain every trail is left cold. Bristol appears to have the gift of taking advantage of every single befalling touching upon his goals and is not afraid of any tactics or methods he needs to adhere to. However, he does not always use this for "work". At times, Bristol exerts this gift to simply avoid confrontations and relationships, any and all of them. He usually dedicates himself to his own endeavors and wastes little to no time on any other beguilement. As for an "over-all summary", this masculine organism is able to trick, deceive, manipulate, infract (and however else you would like to put it) every division and moiety discarded or gracefully placed in this "stupid disgrace of an abode".
Apathetic『♠』
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In most case scenarios, Bristol could not give less of a bother to any of the affairs that may appear to be "important". The same is put to use in emotional matters and forthcomings, he remains indifferent and uncaring. However, there are times (however rare) to which Bristol cannot contain himself in a callous manner. It is most times than not concerning his only family member and owner of trust; his sister. It is not as though they carry on in disputes that escalate to heated fights. No, Bristol cannot be vexed so easily. It is perhaps when Monroe gets herself into dangerous trouble and may not escape with her life. As noted, she is in fact her brother's scheming partner; helping him gather soul-possesed objects and lure in
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oblivious victims. She is, in fact, the only person who knows Bristol for himself and not for his many identities and obscurities. They share a deep and mutual respect and connection with one another; though they may interact on various occasions like strangers or cold acquaintances. If anything were to happen to his precious younger sister, Bristol would most definitely "lose it" and destroy everyone and everything and sight. And once he took control of his outer psyche, things would only escalate into nefarious affairs. ▬♙▝ ℒᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴄ ℂᴏᴍᴘᴇɴᴅɪᴜᴍ ▝ ♟▬
In a miscellaneous sum-up, Bristol's outer shell is everything that is suitable for the occasion, hence the deceiving and manipulative idiosyncrasies. There is little you can do to stop his scheming, and if you prevent him from doing what is to be done, Bristol will not hesitate to dispose of you in any and all ways. He will step on the backs of those who "help him" (more like "work for him") if need be and can make sure no one will rise up and attempt to take his place. Though with this cold and indifferent structure, this does not mean Bristol is completely devoid of mundane qualities. He was born "human", therefore he is human, no matter how well he buries it underneath darkness. The only thing of good intent Bristol could ever give you would be a warning.
"Stare evil in the face and it will stare right back at you"
⇡☩ ♘♞ ☩⇣◞Ｔｈｅ Ａｒｃｈｉｖｅ
Tʜɪs ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴅɪᴇs
I ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ sɪᴄᴋ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ
║ ▌◖☀◗ ▌║ It used to be ignorant bliss. Bristol Montgomery had the happiness any child could ever want; both of his parents and a younger sister. He was born a civilian, as every other biological relative had been born. The four person family resided in a small and cozy house with not qualms. Everything had been perfect without the lavish gifts of wealth or riches, an average class family happily held together by mutual love.
Until the Vessel Traders came knocking.
Bristol had been eight years old at the time, with Monroe just at seven. Evening had just subsided to the concealing darkness of the night. Bristol and his family had finished reading a story book and all were ready for bed. The two siblings had just lifted their blankets to crawl into bed when there was a knock on the door. Bristol's mother and father looked at each other in puzzlement and headed towards the door. His father looked through the spy hole tentatively. A look of fright overcame his countenance and he began shouting; alerting the mother to get away with the children. Mid-yell the door came down with a loud crash and a group of individuals dressed in black filed into the house like an army of ants.
Now both Bristol's parents were both yelling and screaming for them to "get the hell out of our house". He and his sister were frozen next to their twin beds; staring straight at the intruders and going seemingly unnoticed. The thing that alerted them was the look their mother gave them. She had still been shouting with a panicked voice, trying to fend off the hands trying to keep her still. But her seemingly heterochromic eyes were full with the completely calm and collected message, "Run" Monroe's eyes filled with tears as she constricted her voice to call out to her mother. Bristol grabbed his sister by the wrist and yanked her into the closet. They could still hear the screams and yells of their parents as Bristol winced and frantically tore the clothes off of their hangers. According to the previous owner, this closet contained a segment of wall you could remove to reveal a secret tunnel leading to the outside. Monroe and Bristol both had enjoyed running through the tunnel and playing hide and seek, much to the discontent of their parents. But now, playing hide and seek would keep them safe.
The worst part was the eventual silence. You could feel the stillness overcoming the house for a brief moment, the two children knowing their parents had been subdued.
One of the males dressed in black murmured, "Get this scum out of the house, and make sure those souls are secure. I'll go look for the children."
Bristol and Monroe gave each other a panicked look, and the elder sibling quickly removed the false wall panel and yanked Monroe with him. He shooed her forward as he went back to make sure the closet door was closed. Bristol paused, hearing a set of heavy footsteps enter the room. His breath quickened, one of his glasz orbs peering out through the crack of the door. The one responsible for the steps appear to be very muscular and tall... and in his hand were two gags. Bristol gasped--which was a mistake--and sprinted back to Monroe and took her hand.
The gasp alerted the man and he threw open the closet door, seeing the tunnel. Upon taking sight of the escape route, the masculine figure cursed furiously under his breath and went after the children.
Meanwhile, Bristol and Monroe had almost reached the outside; drawing close to the exit of the tunnel. Tears were streaming both of their faces, causing their vision to blur and making it harder to breath. Monroe, already being in a fragile state, tripped and fell; spraining her ankle. Bristol gasped and tugged Monroe to her feet. She yelped loudly in pain, glancing distressfully at her wounded ankle. Bristol gently helped his sister up, but not before catching sight of the Vessel Trader standing right behind her. He could see his very muscular arm slash forwards and quickly jumped in front of his sister. Bristol valiantly took and the punch and was almost knocked out, but only out of shear determination was he able to hold on to consciousness.
He quickly yanked up Monroe against her cries and ran to the end of the tunnel, not stopping until they reached a secluded area surrounded by trees. The two siblings collapsed under the concealment of a low tree, panting heavily and trying to regain their breath. Distantly, they could hear the angry yells of a Vessel Trader; vexed at the thought two brats got away with two more potential vessels. Before they knew it, they were asleep.
When they finally awoke from their much needed slumber, it was daybreak. The sun's light was licking the horizon; climbing it's way back to the sky like it did each morning.
At first, both Monroe and Bristol were in a state of confusion. Why had they woken up outside and on the ground instead of on their beds, inside of their cozy house? Then they realized what had happened to their family was not a dream. They really were gone.
Brushing off the dead leaves and dirt from their garments, the two siblings headed to their home. It appeared the Vessel Traders had left, but had not bothered to close the front door.
They entered, hand in hand and waiting to burst into teats. But surprisingly, it did not happened. It were as if their grief was beyond tears, incomprehensible to their physical manifestations. After a few seconds of silence, Bristol broke away and went to their parents room. He picked up an object and stowed it away in the breast pocket of his pajama pants, next to his heart. Monroe entered shortly after, pausing at the doorway before standing next to Bristol with an inquiring expression on her face.
Without looking at his dear sister, he murmured, "Pick one thing, sis. We're going to make a soul vessel."
Wᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʀᴀɢᴇ
Wᴇʟʟ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɢᴇ
║ ▌◖☪◗ ▌║At age thirteen, Bristol was more than qualified to become a Vessel Trader. He had already mastered manipulation and deception, as well as the use of as many weapons imaginable to the human mind. Bristol immediately went to the strongest group of them all and demanded to become a member. Of course, they simply wrote him off as a brat and paid the kid no mind.
"Go and join the kiddies down south. I'm sure they'd need a tough man like you," one of them laughed.
Knowing he would have to start at the bottom of the food chain, Bristol headed towards the most inexperienced and unorganized group of Vessel Traders ever known to man. He easily took over and became the head, slowly engulfing other bands of Traders over the course of a year. At the age of fifteen, Bristol was the Top Dog, and still is to this day. He brings in more vessels alone in three months than most do within a year. But of course, his sister is quite the helper.
Most of his victims were brought to him by Monroe, and almost all were female. Of course, Bristol found them easier to manipulate due to their rainbow of emotions, unlike the usually bland and uncaring males he had come upon. And as to be expected, more than one of those feminines had fallen in love with his fake charm.
Bristol was able to string them along long enough to get close and snatch away their vessels; ultimately making them slaves once he sold their souls. But, of course, there's always the one that just can't tale a hint.
{Full Name} Shi Oni{Nicknames} The demon of the people, Demon, Death.
{Age} 19
{Date/Time of Birth} Jan 21, 7:06
{Location of Birth} Cняуsоцs, in the home of a vessel trader.
{Gender} Male
{Sexuality} Straight
{Role in Society} Ranger
{Corporeal Apparition}
{Physical Details} A lean, pale-skinned man who is quick, precise, and powerful. A fighter, to say the least. 6'1
{Personality} Harboring a deep hatred towards slave traders and men, Shi fights against the vessel traders with a fury that could be compared to the wrath of a demon. In any situation where a man and a woman appear to be having a bout, he immediately blames the male, and defends the woman at all costs. He believes that men are the roots of evil in this world, hating all of them, including himself, to the core. But, he cannot kill himself yet. Not until all of the vessel traders are dead. Nothing less is acceptable.
While he may seem incredibly harsh, he actually can be very kind. He's considerate, forgiving, and polite often, showing manners that disprove his savage reputation. He'll provide for the needy, giving whatever he can. While he may not extend this to men, he extends it to women and children, giving them enough for their families, at least. He isn't willing to let the people suffer, even if they are men.
{History} A child of rape, Shi grew up in the home of a vessel trader. When he was born, the trader drew a long cut along his palm, sealing his soul in the sword he used for it His mother's vessel was stolen by the man, and he kept her as his plaything. Very cruel towards Shi, he forced him to watch, made him see the violating things he did to his mother. He beat Shi's mother on a regular basis, striking Shi as well, just for fun. Shi's hatred for men blossomed then.
When Shi was fifteen, he his soul vessel from his father's cabinet, having picked the lock, and stabbed it into the man's chest. Unfortunately, his mother had already died several years earlier, unable to take the abuse. The man had simply brought another woman to play with. He left Shi to deal with his mother's corpse. That's when he snapped.
{Family} Deceased.
{Shape/Form of Soul Vessel}
{Other} My comp was so buggy it took me FOREVER to do this, since I had to redo it fifty bajillion times.
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