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ɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

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ɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

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▻ sexual orientation: demi

▻ romantic orientation: homo

▻ giving-love language(s): quality time, acts of service, physical touch

▻ receiving-love language(s): words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time

▻ relationship status: single

▻ love interest: no one

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ɪ. ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏ

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ɪ. ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏ

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▻ birth name: christopher bang

▻ alias name(s): cb97

▻ assassin name: vagabond

▻ pronouns: he/him

▻ position & rank: submissive slave

▻ species: human, shadow mage

⤿ title/rank: lord of shadows

▻ main occupation(s): bouncer at "the riot" nightclub, contract assassin

▻ side occupation(s): owner of inksignia, tattoo and body piercing parlor

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▻ date of birth: oct 3

▻ age: 23

▻ birthplace: elysium (uh·li·zhee·uhm)

▻ current residence: original hideout was compromised, currently resides in the shop he works at

▻ known languages: english, korean, japanese, italian, spanish, latin, german, russian

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ɪɪɪ. ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ

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ɪɪɪ. ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ

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. ⊕ the positive

⤿ courageous, observant, emotionally intelligent, open minded, protective, flirtatious, playful, resilient, adaptable, responsible, independent, humble, honorable, bold, charming, mischievous

. ⊖ ˚ the negative

⤿ bratty, stubborn, daredevil, anti-social, distrustful, secretive, workaholic, perfectionist, reckless, abrasive, private, overly cautious, blunt, compulsive, impatient, insecure, irritable, jealous, possessive

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ɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ∷ ᴀ ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ

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ɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ∷ ᴀ ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ

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▒ nestled between two mountains was a sizely kingdom full of wealth, pride, and lust. its rulers were always known to be just as extravagant, if not as selfish.

when there is money, there is greed. when there is greed, there is violence. when there is violence, there is blood spilled — cold and warm.

elysium. a powerful kingdom that was both laughed at and feared. the king and queen were frivolous and covetous people, and their offspring were just as such. it was needless to say that the immense hatred towards the royal family eventually spread to the people who called that usurping stretch of land home.

there were many enemies. too many to count on both hands. when the lies, treachery, deceit, needless wars finally became too much, they banded together so they could all watch a greedy, blood-stained kingdom fall along with its rulers and everyone who stood by them.

and since elysium harbored no singular species, there were no singular enemies. it was almost akin to a tidal wave of supernatural beings flooding the streets, tearing through home after home after home; laughing in the horrified faces of their victims. they had placed a magical dome around the kingdom so no one could escape. no one could get out. the screams and cries for help could be heard from neighboring kingdoms, but no one came to their aid. . .

it was a massacre. bodies were scattered everywhere, and the freshly fallen snow was tainted a dark crimson. the fires had stretched high into the sky and burned for days, turning the snowfall grey for weeks.

what was once a bustling metropolis was. . . no more.

no skyscrapers lined the mountain side. no castle remained. no home remained. every building had been burned to ash. the entire plot of land had been leveled, flattened, stomped on like an ant falling mercy to a boot: helpless, tiny, weak.

bodies — body parts — were strewn all over the streets haphazardly, carelessly. spiked heads of the royal family lined the kingdom's walls as both a mockery and a souvenir.

and soon, elysium was eradicated from history books. with no one speaking one good word of the kingdom and of its people, no one thought it be fit that they would be remembered in any way. the city was completely erased. and with the dome preventing anyone from escaping, there were no survivors recorded as their attackers made sure to strike at the right time and make sure to get every single person in there. regardless if you resided in the city or if you just happened to be passing through, you were met with the end of a blade.

perhaps if they were a little more thorough in one particular home. . . they would have realized someone survived.

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ɪɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ∷ ʟᴀᴛᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴍᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ?

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ɪɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ∷ ʟᴀᴛᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴍᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ?

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▒ sometimes, chris wondered if he was a latebloomer or simply cursed. . .

with a bloodline filled with powerful and successful mages of all ranges and specialties, there was always that chance that someone would be born without any abilities. nothing of use to contribute to society with. a human living in a family of immortals. a burden.

most mage covens often killed off their "human" offspring, for if they bore no magical prowess, then their life was forfeited. those who were allowed to live were condemned to a life of slavery, abuse, and mistreatment. it was a very cruel and greedy way of going about things, because in some cases, if some offspring happened to have immense power. . . it would eventually be stolen by the very people who created them.

the other mage covens thought differently and cradled their "human" offspring close, treating them like porcelain dishes that needed to be treated with the utmost care. for some mages, who had lost their real families long ago always long for some sense of humanity, of fragility, of innocence. so they would swear and oath to protect the "human" offspring. no matter the cost.

christopher happened to be born in one of those covens. and he also happened to be "human". . . powerless. useless. he was the firstborn, so of course there were high expectations. look at his parents, for instance.

his mother was a renown healer, whose remedies and abilities were able to save thousands of people. she was able to create cures for various diseases, illnesses, and poisons. she had eventually opened up an apothecary in elysium that garnered all sorts of visitors from other kingdoms and regions on a daily basis. she was charming, nurturing, intelligent, and even had the same exact eye condition as chris: complete heterochromia.

then there was his father. to be honest, chris never knew if people revered his father or feared him. perhaps it was a strong mix of both, because his father was one of elysium's arknights; the highest ranking knights in a kingdom. they are known to be brutal warriors who survived numerous wars. they have protected their kingdom for years upon years, having sworn a blood oath to the royal family when they were children. he had no choice but to take part in their useless tyrants and tantrums known as "wars". but by doing this numerous times and surviving, he was hailed a war hero.

so when news came about that they were expecting, people talked. people speculated. 'would he have his mother's healing abilities? or his father's strength? would he have both?'

the answer was neither, it seemed. chris was born without any magical abilities and despite his disadvantage, his family protected and smothered him in love nonetheless. it's not like chris grew up in a home where affection was scarce, however he always felt like the odd one out and that was to be a given.

eventually, his younger sister came into the picture, hannah. she was pretty much a mirror image of their mother. she inherited her healing capabilities and showed extraordinary talent, proving to be a child prodigy before she turned ten. then there was the youngest, lucas, who could somehow lift a couch single-handedly at the ripe age of four. it was clear he got father's genes.

chris' younger siblings flourished in their natural born powers while he struggled with trying to figure out his place in the world. it clearly wasn't with the mages, nor was it with actual humans. for a good chunk of his early childhood, chris really struggled with a sense of identity and belonging, never being able to shake the feeling that he just wasn't meant for this world.

despite this major setback, chris eventually hit a point in life when he no longer wanted to be the one putting limits on himself. he constantly shoved himself in a box and called it "safety" when it was really ignorance and avoidance. deciding to put himself to use, chris began training with his father; not only learning how to fight but learning discipline, humility, trust within oneself, courage, willpower, etc.

no matter his efforts, no matter the hours and days spent training, that nagging feeling always lingered in the darkest corner of his mind, scraping its talons along the cave-like walls of his mind.

then. . . things came to a skidding halt. it was the night leading into chris' 17th birthday. they came in like a tidal wave overnight, climbing over the kingdom's walls, pouring into the streets and knocking down homes. chris was startled awake by his mother and was given no time to process the screams, the smell of ash, burning flesh, blood — given no time to process how badly injured his mother was or even the sight of his half-dead brother cradled in her arms — as he was dragged into the basement, into the secret protective room built into the foundation. once she knew that they were somewhere safe and undetectable, she informed her eldest son of the atrocity going on in the streets of their city.

elysium was under attack. it was no real surprise, and yet it was equally horrifying none the same. no one was prepared for the attack, so none of the knights or soldiers had any time to even put on their armor before they were sworn into battle. there was a dome around the city, no one could leave, it was a free-for-all slaughterhouse and they were sitting ducks.

chris had no choice but to remain hidden underground as the ravenous murders continued above him. both his mother and brother died in his arms within an hour of them reaching safety, their wounds far too great for their bodies to handle. chris was too distraught and fear-striken to move from the basement, so he watched the door, convinced his father would walk through any minute.

five whole days passed and no one came to the door. chris knew he had to face what was out there eventually, but he was not at all prepared for what was to come. . .

the devastation hit him like no other. finding the mutilated corpses of his sister and father, along with the beings responsible for their deaths — a master vampire and a powerful necromancer, both of which took a creepy liking to christopher. the master vampire wasted no time to get a taste of him, and was not at all gentle about it, while the necromancer took his time torturing and assaulting chris. it was a cruel back and forth. just when he was on the brink of death, they show mercy.

they leave him for dead.

they tie him up, make him watch as they burn and tear down elysium's lone standing building — the castle — before abandoning him in the mountainside with an eerie promise: if you survive this, we will meet again.

severely injured and clinging to life, chris wandered the vast forest for days before collapsing. this is when something dramatic changed in him and he was morphed into something different, something darker, meaner. it was like something invaded him, body and soul, and nestled into the crook of his subconscious to make a home there. it was excruciating and disorienting, to be on the brink of death on minute then feel uncontrollable power coursing through your veins the next.

sometimes, chris wondered if he were a latebloomer or simply cursed. . .

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ɪɪɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ∷ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ

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ɪɪɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ∷ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ

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▒ not fully aware of just what is happening to him, chris had tried redirect himself to the nearest kingdom in hopes of finding some help. what is aware of is the fact that something in him was changing.

one minute, he was on the forest floor staring up at the overcast sky about to take his last breath when all of a sudden it was as if the air was punched back into his lungs. something foreign, dark, and powerful invaded his senses and consumed him like ink in water.

in and out of consciousness, chris continued blindly making his way through the trees when more trouble found him. a pack of greedy men. well, from what they looked like on the outside at least. when it became apparent that they had ill intentions, christopher did his best to fight them off despite his own circumstances. and through the blurry images of that particular night, he vividly remembers tearing them apart with his bare hands.

the surviving three men managed to subdue chris and hold him hostage, subjugating him to all sorts of torture methods as revenge for killing their buddies.

chris was repeatedly drugged, beaten, and assaulted over the course of four days. by noon on day five, dripping crimson and brain matter was the new wallpaper.

turns out, killing off this group of greedy men was somewhat of a good thing; it actually got him the help he needed. that's when chris learns that he. . . no longer was human. not fully, at least.

somewhere somehow, the necromancer that attacked elysium was killed off and as a last resort to continue 'living', a back-up spell was created to bind his essence and power to someone who was of the living. when the necromancer first met chris, he had branded him without the other knowing so that there was an escape window ready when things go south.

essentially: chris doesn't know if the powers he has are his own. . . or someone else's.

two men eventually found their way to chris after hearing about the slaughter and offered him a deal too good to be true. spoiler alert: it was. they tricked him, lied to him. took advantage of his emotionally vulnerable state by saying they heard reports of survivors from elysium, promised him all sorts of things to keep him coming until they had him right where they wanted him. . . and snatched him up.

they offered vaguely explained 'tests' that were supposed to help chris discover and master his newfound abilities. however, there was an underlining ulterior motive beneath said tests that would eventually come to light the day chris first tried to defy them. those tests weren't just made to help broaden his horizons, they were made to point out his weaknesses. and there was one particular weakness that stood out amongst the rest: electricity. they decided to test a theory that day when chris tried to size one of them up, and it was a huge success. chris crumbled the second the electricity hit him and was rendered powerless for a good amount of time. this was when the two men put their real plan into motion.

ownership. they never intended to give chris freedom or help him fit into this city. they wanted to own him. after seeing how much promise this fresh out of the box metahuman harbored with only half of his abilities unlocked, they wanted chris all to themselves — and so they made it happen. they forwent all normal procedures and illegally bound christopher to them under a master and slave contract. he was forced to do their bidding from that point forward or else they'd use another theory on him, and it was always the same thing just executed differently each time. they got creative with it, and eventually, christopher began to fear them.

living under the guise of being a master with full reign of his freedom while, in all actuality, there were invisible shackles around his ankles, chris grew into something he never thought he'd become.

his masters deemed it fit that he become their errand boy, as they so lovingly called it. chris got his hands dirty for them. he killed for them. he spilled blood for them. he burned down houses for them. he ended family bloodlines for them. he did whatever they asked him to, otherwise would not be a pretty scene.

not wanting anyone to know who he was, chris chose to isolate himself. he chose a random, barely held together shack on the outskirts of town and moved in and created a double life for himself; hoping to feel the warmth of normalcy around the cold steel of a blood tie. he got a job as a bouncer at the nightclub, bought an abandoned shop and opened up a tattoo parlor, attended festivities and gatherings, entertained the idea of "slaves", anything to be and look normal. unsuspecting.

for the next four decades, chris has remained in the same shack, has remained under the same facade, has worn the same mask, has wielded the same blood-soaked sword, has fought the same fight time and time again; knowing that he will die never knowing what it was like to live.

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ɪᴠ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ ∷ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀɪɴꜱ​

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ɪᴠ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ ∷ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀɪɴꜱ​

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▒ still, he dares to dream. . . to yearn. . . not knowing that the day he asks for obtain such tranquility would cause the ground to crumble beneath his feet.

everything went sideways quick. an argument started only to escalate into a fully blown out brawl. most of it is a blur, bits and pieces of the attack remain scorched in his memory — playing like a vinyl track spinning 'round and 'round. despite chris' own strength and decent abilities, trying to take care of two supernatural beings (one being a shape-shifter with a wild variety and the other being some sort of literal god) while drugged and barely able to see was pushing it.

surviving the ambush cost him his freedom — and access to his powers. now, there is a seal tattooed on the back of his neck that acts as a barrier between him and, quite literally, everything else; triggering an extremely powerful electrical current that travels head to toe that lasts hours anytime chris tries to push it.

it's an invisible ball and chain that's shackled to him everywhere he goes.

chris first arrived in ivory as a master, as the conductor of his own life. making his second return after going missing for seventeen months, he is a slave getting his hands dirty with no compensation or even a fucking 'thank you'. chris doubts his disappearance bothered anyone. he sincerely hopes no familiar faces end up walking into his path — carrying the secret of his situation and fragile vulnerability, chris is not dumb enough to let it slip to anyone.

he's a lamb in wolf's clothing trying to blend in with the rest of the pack.

his masters only allowed this return under one promise: to continue doing their dirty work, just with more rules to follow. chris has a curfew now, being forced to return "home" at a certain time only to be locked up in the dungeon and tortured how they deem fit. they never feed him there and also never gave him any income so getting ahold of a good meal was seldom to none.

if he talked back, the mark would electrocute him. if he didn't say 'yes sir', the mark would electrocute him. if he was late returning to them for whatever reason, reasonable or not, they would electrocute him until he'd pass out. they exploited his biggest weakness and enjoyed themselves while doing so.

and that's not the only thing they did to further take control over chris. . . they killed his devoted familiar, daemon. a red eyed raven that's been with him since day one. truthfully, daemon was the only companion he had. to make matters worse, his masters not only resurrected daemon but they rewired the bird entirely so that it's going against chris. now, daemon acts as a spy for his masters. it watches chris' move from a distance and reports back with any updates. to anyone else, it would just look like a regular bird sitting in a tree. harmless.

these days, chris does his best to keep to himself, despite some people's insisting knocking. some people have something in mind for him, others want something from him. either way, chris has little choice in the matter otherwise he risks exposing everything.

only armed with his fists, wit, and whatever weapon he can salvage, chris has to navitage through ivory while trying to keep himself alive to see the next day. with daemon's watchful on him all the time, there is little chris can do in secrecy however he has figured out how to slip things in and out without the bird or those two pricks knowing. chris knows he doesn't have much time before their methods, and/or their contracts, kill him. no defenses, barely even an offense — he knows this will end in blood one way or another. . . whether it be his or theirs.

perhaps the blood trials can his salvation.

or perhaps it will be his damnation.

⤿ more will be added as his story progresses.

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ɪ. ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

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ɪ. ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

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▻ height: 1.71cm (5'7")

▻ weight: 65kg (143llbs)

▻ eye color: complete heterochromia — right eye sky blue, left eye both green + brown

▻ hair type: color — midnight black, length — medium

▻ general physique: built and muscular, wide shoulders, slim torso and waist

▻ scars: small one on his right eyebrow, jagged scar starting on his left mid-thigh and extending over the side of his hip, an array of small sized scars all over both arms and shoulders with medium to larger ones covering his chest and torso, a large bite-like scar on right ankle and left wrist/forearm (both from hellhounds - triple blood moon trials), a nasty blemish in the middle of his chest (from loki's sceptor - triple blood moon trials)

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [types of forms] ࿐ྂ
❒ human

▬ types of looks: casual attire, work attire, assassin attire

▬ description/notes: while you may catch him in various kinds of black outfits, one thing will be the same: he may look human and bleed red but there was something else there, hidden underneath his skin; watching, waiting. something to be wary of.

❒ lord of shadows

▬ reference/inspiration: form yet to be unlocked...

▬ description/notes: this form, and the new weapon that comes with, molds under pressure. it will be a violent, bloody awakening.

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ɪɪ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

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ɪɪ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

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▻ birth marks: none

▻ beauty marks: dimples, prominent freckles on his face and shoulders, small moles here and there over his whole body

▻ fashion sense: leans toward monochromatic colors (black, white and grey), usually wears a necklace and some rings, prefers combat boots rather than sneakers, often uses chain accessories

▻ tattoos: right hand, right calf/knee sleeve, both forearms, chest, left leg/side,

▻ piercings: both ears pierced 5 times, left nostril, tongue, right nipple

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ɪ. ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ

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ɪ. ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ

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▻ likes: warm cinnamon tea, whiskey/rum, pasta dishes, havarti cheese, pizza, stargazing, watching the sunsets/sunrises, long drives on his motorcycle, reading books, anything lemon (esp lemon meringue pie and lemon bars), cherries, hot cocoa, windchimes, wine (preferably red), smoking weed, music, anything potato (esp fries and baked potatoes), hand-made items, the cold, diced onion, carrots, spinach, broccoli, raspberries, feeling the sand between his toes, reading books, spending time outdoors/in the sun, hiking, more tba

▻ dislikes: tomatoes, sweet potatoes, celery, strawberries, failing to protect those who are innocent, showing emotion, being poked and prodded for answers, annoying noises like loud chewing, jelly, melon, microfiber, plush fabric, layering up, big chunks of onion, more tba

▻ goals: once dreamed of becoming a DJ, revenge for his loved ones

▻ tidbits: is a walking heater, a dedicated gym-rat, starving but heavily food-driven, tsundere persona with soft interior, kind/empathic towards animals and children, not a huge fan of vampires, prefers hand-written or hand-made things over anything with a price tag, old fashioned when it comes to romance, is a rather kinky man in secret, more tba

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ɪɪ. ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ 

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ɪɪ. ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ 

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▻ hobbies: drawing and sketching, making music, singing, baking, creative writing, training or working out
▻ combat skills: highly trained combatant (assassin level), knows many forms of hand-to-hand fighting styles, perfect archery skills, stealthy and quiet, will use the environment and objects around him to either blend in better or to his advantage in a brawl, keen senses
▻ preferred weapons: bow and arrow, crossbow, special pistols and daggers, katanas, hidden blades, bare fists

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ɪɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ

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ɪɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ

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╰┈➤ ❝ [name here。] ❞

❒ status:

❒ since:

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [♡ my love]

୭ [coming soon...]

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ɪ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ

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ɪ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ

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timezone: gmt -5

writing style: 3rd pov, descriptive 1st

writing length: multipara, can do novella based on muse levels

preferences: drama, angst, plotting > winging

writing triggers: anything that isn't plotted or discussed beforehand, one-liners

reply speed: 8/10

activity: 7/10

muse: 15/10

.·:*¨༺ hello there! my pronouns are she/her. i am over 18 years old, so there's no need to worry about me being a minor. i do work and have a social life so i won't be active all 100% of the time but i will still be present if that makes any sense lol if you have any questions about plotting or if you're unsure about something, please don't hesitate to contact me immediately!! i promise i'm open-minded and understanding ♥ this also applies to ideas that you want to try out as well - i'm always eager to rp in any way i can uwu i hope we can rp together soon!

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ɪɪ. ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

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ɪɪ. ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

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"=⌕ seo in guk / ❝[under co]❞ / the embodiment of temptation

📨 connection: in guk is not an unfamiliar face. despite chris' hope of not running into anyone he knew here after being gone for so long, in guk strode in with ease and grinned at his bared teeth. chris hates that guy. in guk has this remarkable talent of worming his way under chris' skin and needling his patience — and his inner desires. every time they meet, all of chris' unspoken fantasies would squirm to life. most of all chris hates how badly he wants that man to consume him, body, mind and soul. still, it is what it is and a contract is a contract. his masters want that man dead, no matter the cost, regardless if it is becoming increasingly harder to not give in.

"=⌕ lee dongwook / ❝sugar lips❞ / the stranger knocking at his door

📨 connection: their first meeting left a sour impression on both parties. chris' peaceful night in his shop was rudely interrupted by insistent knocking caused by an injured vampire seeking asylum. the mage did what every sane person would do and told him to fuck off then slammed the door in his face. however, something didn't feel right; chris didn't like the idea of leaving someone to die after they knocked at his door seeking help and safety. something hidden in him, something that was silenced long ago, something human — it urged him to help the man... and so he has. every single time he has come knocking at chris' door. truthfully chris doesn't understand why he's going to these lengths, maybe it is his way of trying to tell himself that he isn't that much of a monster as he thinks he is.

"=⌕ choi hyunwook / ❝pretty boy❞ / the one who took control

📨 connection: chris thoroughly enjoys teasing and taunting this particular kitsune, but then again testing one's patience has always been a special interest of his. getting under hyunwook's skin quickly became a goal of christopher's once he saw how well-mannered and put together this man was. he wanted to see what made him tick, what could make him crack and lose composure. chris began poking the bear with a shit-eating grin, unaware (and frankly quite dismissive) of the consequences that lay in wait for him. and while at first it seemed hyunwook was harmless... chris is going to be really shocked when he realizes he bit off more than he could handle. now it's time for a reality check. who is the one really in control here?

"=⌕ lee soohyuk / ❝[under co]❞ / under co

📨 connection:

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ɪɪɪ. ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ

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ɪɪɪ. ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ

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"=⌕ inguk /

📨 location(s): the sorrowsprawl slave quarters
📨 status: working reply

"=⌕ woobin /

📨 location(s): the chimeric ward・winter radiance
📨 status: replied・replied

"=⌕ dongwook /

📨 location(s): walls
📨 status: replied

"=⌕ hyunwook /

📨 location(s): black market・walls
📨 status: starter posted・replied

"=⌕ hajin /

📨 location(s): walls
📨 status: starter posted

"=⌕ hyunjin /

📨 location(s): tbd
📨 status: plotting in pms

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ɪɪɪ. ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢꜱ

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ɪɪɪ. ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢꜱ

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▻ turn ons: hair-pulling, rough sex, body worship, dirty talk, asphyxiation, edge play, exhibitionism, bondage, gagging/choking, spanking, dormaphilia, orgasm control, ownership kink, praise kink, wax play, double penetration, rimming, voyeurism, french kissing, sensory deprivation, toys/vibrators, free-hanging, up against walls, biting, breeding kink, nipple play, possessiveness, size difference/size kink, being manhandled, quirofilia, barebacking, claiming/marking, multiple orgasms

▻ turn offs: anything involved with bodily fluids, blood play, whips

▻ preferences: submissive, power bottom with major brat tendencies

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ɪɪɪ. ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ▬ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

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ɪɪɪ. ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ▬ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [a quick look at his abilities] ࿐ྂ

¡! fun fact — his abilities are heavily influenced and strengthened by his faith in the Norse Gods. the runes hidden in his tattoos that were given to him by his father, as well as the one gifted by Odin himself during the 2025 Triple Blood Moon trials, tether him to the spiritual realm and grant him access to a taste of their blessings. if he does not have faith, he is utterly powerless...❞

"=⌕ enhanced senses / tertiary

⤿ level: ■■□□□

⤿ traits: sees in the dark, smell and hear things up to five miles away

"=⌕ inhuman strength / tertiary

⤿ level: ■■■□□

⤿ traits: can easily rip out a tree and hurl it ten yards, crush a boulder with bare hands

"=⌕ spell casting / main

⤿ level: ■■■■□

⤿ traits: specializes in protective runes and wards but is a master in the forbidden arts and dark magical spells or curses

"=⌕ pressure manipulation / secondary

⤿ level: ■■□□□

⤿ traits: can manipulate the air pressure around him within a six-foot radius, heavily tied to emotions of anger and grief or sorrow

"=⌕ umbrakinesis / main

⤿ level: ■■■■□

⤿ traits: able to manipulate, create, and control the shadows at will, uses the shadows to shield him and hide him from sight or other attacks, can also use any source of darkness or shadow to teleport ONLY to places visited previously

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ɪɪɪ. ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ▬ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

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ɪɪɪ. ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ▬ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [a deeper look at his abilities] ࿐ྂ
❒ human ➜ metahuman

▬ gained abilities: enhanced senses, inhuman strength, spell casting

▬ small story: these were the first abilities to manifest right off the bat. the second chris was 'reborn', he was hit with it all at once and it only made him more disoriented. he fell into a brief coma as his body struggled to adapt to the changes it was forced to undergo. it was an extremely trying period. the only spells he was able to do were protective wards/runes.

❒ metahuman ➜ lord of shadows, the onyx veil

▬ gained abilities: umbrakinesis, pressure manipulation

▬ small story: these abilities formed under pressure. in a way, they were forced out through the various tests and methods of torture he endured by his masters. chris struggled to have a full grasp on them, especially his umbrakinesis power, but is going through the motions so that they don't control him. as time progressed, chris came across various spells and books of knowledge that helped him gain a better idea of what this muted ability meant for him. apparently, with these specific magical abilities, he is known as a shadow mage. someone who lives in the darkness as though they were made of it.

❒ lord of shadows ➜ king of shadows

▬ gained abilities: shadow form, spell casting -necromancy

▬ small story: coming soon...

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ɪᴠ. ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ

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ɪᴠ. ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ

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▻ secrets: is secretly the artist on spotify known as CB97, more to be added.

▻ fears: losing someone he loves, failing to protect the innocent, the necromancer, pretty much all vampires, his bosses

▻ bad habits: over-working himself to the point of collapsing, ignoring his body's warning signs (like needing to eat, rest, etc), shuts down easily, pessimistic idealizations and suicidal tendencies

▻ pet-peevs: power hungry whores, one acting like a victim in a situation they created, anyone who hurt animals, children, or the elderly, god complexes, snobby people, having to repeat himself, more to be added

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ɪ. ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ

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ɪ. ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ

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▻ familial ties: none - all deceased

▻ close friends: none

▻ character type: morally grey

⤿ note: down below are songs that embody chris and who he is, how he came to be, and even show some aspects of him that one may doubt exist. even if some of the songs don't suit one's taste, it is recommended (and most appreciate) that one would take some time to look at the lyrics; for each song was chosen carefully and precisely. . . there may or may not be foreshadowing somewhere hidden in here. will you be able to find it?

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"It lives in the shadows, it stalks me like prey
The burden that won't go away
I wait in the gallows now I can't escape
I've become the monster
The monster you've made me"

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ENMY - Silver Bullet (Official Lyric Video)

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"Don't wait for the dust to settle, don't wait till it's not enough
Don't wait for the world to let go of the both of us
Don't wait for the dust to settle, don't wait till you've had enough
Don't wait for the world to let go or to give you up"

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BAD OMENS - Careful What You Wish For (Official Music Video)

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"So open your eyes, child
Let's be on our way
Broken windows and ashes
Are guiding the way

Keep quiet no longer
We'll sing through the day
Of the lives that we've lost
And the lives we've reclaimed"

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Rise Against - Prayer Of The Refugee (Official Music Video)

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"I won't give them the satisfaction
Fool me once, fool me twice
You'll pay the price
Paradise ain't the place you're gonna find me"

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Point North - Bring Me Down (Lyric Video)

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Catch Your Breath - "Ghost Inside The Shell"

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Catch Your Breath - "Ghost Inside The Shell"

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"Have I become my own worst enemy?
There's something underneath I'll never see
Now I'm done, 'cause
Lately I've been getting tired of fighting
The ghost inside the shell"

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Catch Your Breath - Ghost Inside The Shell (Official Visualizer)

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"I've seen my days unfold
Done the impossible
I'd turn my walls to gold
To bring you home again

So show me that which I cannot see
Even if it hurts me
Even if I can't sleep"

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"So just understand nothing gets in my way
I can show you firsthand if you got something to say
If you're thinking you can hold me down, you better think twice
'Cause I've been waiting for this moment every day of my life"

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Hollywood Undead - Whatever It Takes [Lyrics Video]

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"Pull it back, you don't get to do that
You got way too much on your plate
Can't find the words to say
So you're crying all alone again
Stuck in your head again
Trapped in your mind again
So you find a place, cold and alone"

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"And it feels like an eternity

Since I had you here with me

Since I had to learn to be

Someone you don't know

To be with you in paradise

What I wouldn't sacrifice"

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"Well, I thought I could resist you
But something in me just can't help but insist
To blur the lines just one last time so
When's the last time you tasted blood?
And what will it take to stem the flood?"

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"I'm drowning all these voices in the sea
And meeting all my vices in the ring
So step inside, I ain't afraid to bleed
There ain't a casket strong enough for me, me"

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"Go ahead, set me free
Wash away this dirt in me
I wanna feel more holy
Take away this hurt in me
Show me who I am inside your light
Give me just what I need
Baptize and sanctify me"

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In This Moment - SANCTIFY ME [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

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"Like an animal
I want you to myself, come on take control
Yeah, can you hold me down, smooth criminal
Yeah, you're rushing through my veins
Got me going half insane
I, I, I'm feeling like an animal"

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RIELL x Jim Yosef - Animal [Lyric Video]

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"I bet you feel it now, baby
Especially since we've only known each other one day
But, I've gotta work shit out, baby
I'm exercising demons, got 'em runnin' 'round the block now"

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"I count my enemies like trophies
I wear my scars so they can show me now
I've got nothing left to prove
So when I look at you, all I see are trophies, trophies
I'm not afraid to put it all on the line like it runs in my veins
I will stop at nothing cause I was made to rise above it"

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I Prevail - Rise Above It (Official Lyric Video)

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"Take me down through the fire
And burn the surface
Leave me here to the lions
Ignite the purpose

And like air, I'll always find my way up
And like air, I'm never-ending"

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Siamese - The Shape of Water feat. ten56. (Official Visualizer)

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"No matter what's in front of me
I'll keep fighting 'til I've won
Yeah, who's gonna stop me?
The fire is in me now"

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Sun Heat - "Come and Get It From Me" (Official Audio) [Used in UFC's "Road to the Octagon" 27]

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"Killed the old me and left that body cold case
Cut the dead weight, got me feeling lighter now
No one saved me, but I'm feeling better now
It's a good day to die and my hands are steady
I got the reaper on my line, bitch come and get it"

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"I am not scared no more (just being myself in this world)
Don't need no one else in this world (but I don't walk alone)
Presence unknown, follow me home, I'm walkin' with a ghost (but I don't walk alone)
Or maybe the drugs that I'm takin' are takin' my soul"

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Doobie - Angels Don't Fly (Official Audio)

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ɪᴠ. ᴘʟᴏᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ

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ɪᴠ. ᴘʟᴏᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ

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•┊-> : : blast from the past / open taken

ᯓ @ tags / angst, light drama, friendship

ᯓ @ description / it's a normal night. whether it be because you find yourself unable to sleep or you're out on business related terms, you're wandering through the streets when you spot a familiar face across the street. it takes you a while to recognize who it was but when you do, it's incomprehensible at first. you may not have lived at elysium but you frequented that kingdom enough to know a lot of the families that called that placed home. christopher's family happened to be one of them and honestly? you thought christopher had died along with the other townsfolk when elysium perished years ago. there was never any recorded survivors, anyways, so everyone naturally thought the kingdom was erased. turns out it wasn't. thing is, how do you even approach him after all this time, after everything that happened? what do you even say to him?

•┊-> : : title / open taken

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"Paralyzed by the evil in my head
Pills and needles and doctors can't fix it
But I'm dealing with it on my own

Guess I'll never break the chains
'Cause it's better to deal with the Devil you know
Than the Devil you don't"

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"I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love

One more second's enough, second to love, second to love I've been dying to love, dying to love, dying to love

One more second's enough, second to love, second to love"

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BAD OMENS - Dying To Love (Official Music Video)

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"Dreaming about providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken, broken

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?"

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Switchfoot - Meant To Live [Official Audio]

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❇︎ Yooa ¥✔ 8 minutes ago Reply
*chris

❇︎ Yooa ¥✔ 8 minutes ago Reply
sleep well christ~

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"You might say that I'm the last man standing now
And though you'll try, you'll never find a way to break me
You might say that I'm sick of being lost in the crowd
I hear the sirens but they're never gonna take me"

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"I ain’t your pawn, I ain’t your slave

I spit on the ground that try to pave

This country blood won’t rush away

It stains the hands that try to stay"

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Frontier Heart - "The Grave Don't Scare Me"

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Frontier Heart - "The Grave Don't Scare Me"

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"I’ve seen men chasing golden shine

Only to lose their souls in time

I don’t need statues, I don’t need cheers

I just need truth that I’ve lived the years

Every scar I’ve carried, every drop I bled

Is the fire that burns long after I’m dead"

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"I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more"

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Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son (Official Audio)