Tech's test. I'll kill you if you post without consent.

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Male Trapeze Artist - Damien Thule Comis
1. Daily, if not every two days
2. Sample thread
3. None to report
4. Hm. Well, for one as you stated the Ringmaster has a thing for the female trapeze artist. Well, that'll make a great game for Damien. He just loves causing trouble and will be sure to see how far he can push the Ringmaster's jealousy.
5. Techni, Tech, Technicolored, ect..

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Technicolored Antidrug

Damien T. Comis
" Art of Breaking " 。 Fake it

０１ { xＲole x : Male trapeze artist
０２ { xＮicknames x : Dame
０３ { xＡge x : Twenty-Three
０４ { xＧender x : Male
０５ { xＳexuality x : Pansexual
０６ { xＡbility x : Wallcrawling
０７ { xＨair color x : Light pale blonde
０８ { xＥye color x : Heterochromic; Blue on the right, red on the left
０９ { xＨeight x :Five foot nine inches

SLY dexterous METTLESOME playful OBSERVANT impulsive DETERMINED

。my smile still stays on

Your Bio - Don't make it too long, No less than three paragraphs - Go Ape s**t with it !

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⊶ C u r r e n t l y ∿ Under Construction

⊷ S e a r c h i n g ∿ Groups and One on Ones

⊶ L o v i n g ∿ Literacy and dedication

⊶ C r a v i n g ∿ Quite a bit. I'm greedy.

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Send to: Ezio. ---------------------------------------------

Being the former #523 Pokémon known as Zebstrika for Team Rocket
you are in no place to refuse the task given to you. Obtaining the rank of PokéMorph
you are now able to communicate like a normal Human Male.
Using the Ability of Lightningrod, along with the moves: Thunder Wave, Pursuit, Discharge, and Stomp
you retained from the transformation you are to befriend the trainers. Your attitude of being
aggressive in certain circumstances, aloof, and stubborn has been the reason for you to be chosen for this task.

As a reminder here is your history from when you were with us:
You were captured as a small Blitzle, gathering lightening in a large storm with the rest of the colts. Along with two others, you were captured and brought in by Team Rocket. For years you were trained until finally evolving into a Zebstrika. You became a fairly powerful electric type, moving through the ranks with your trainer. But you were difficult to handle and rather stubborn, causing your trainer to become impatient with you. Eventually, he grew tired of dealing with you and you were sent off to participate in the experiments being run. You didn't mind as it was a new challenge. You transformed easily, taking on a new form. You are not sure if you like the change or not and you are sure that you don't like put in an amusement park for other's amusement. So you have a tendency to cause a bit of trouble.

Remember, your love for thunder storms, running, and winning can help you to befriend the trainers;
as long as you avoid bossy people, being splashed, and hot weather.
You will be assigned to Luxaray arcade since you know so much about it.

----------------------------------- Your Commander,
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Gabriel Kaczka || Nineteen || Sets || Violin || Technicolored Antidrug

|| Gabriel Kaczka ||

Basics

My name;; Gabriel
But you can call me;; Gabriel, just Gabriel
What's in my pants;; male
I like who I like;; Pansexual
I belong to the;;Sets
I've been on the Earth for a while now;; Nineteen
I get a cake on this day;; April 17

Digging deeper

I know my way around music;; Violin, both electric and otherwise
I'll always be playing this;; Highly varied, generally falling along the lines of neo classical metal and bits of techno
I can't live without these;;

✔ Subways
✔ String instruments
✔ Honey

Keep these away;;

✘ Dead music
✘ Intense heat
✘ The smell of paint

I'm going to have nightmares;; Being alone, tight, enclosed spaces

Now for the long part

Don't tell me how to act;; Gabriel's a bit of a trouble maker. He's naturally mischievous, cunning, and testy. He likes to push his limits and find the break point. It's hard to hold him down and control him, he's constantly running from something he can't explain. Authority bothers him, as does keeping his thoughts to himself. He can be loud and blunt on occasion, often earning him a few enemies, but he's not completely rude all of the time. He's lazy, not wanting to put up effort for something that has no value to him. To him, life is one big game, and for some reason, he keeps losing. He's hardly ever serious though when he is he becomes much quiet. He likes to have fun and bend the rules, often at other's expense.
You could say I have quite the past;; Gabriel never knew the meaning of family. He's been a foster kid since he was six years old, when his mother kicked him to the curb. His father didn't exactly come after him, so he was picked up by child services. He was moved from foster family to foster family, each one got rid of him due to his attitude.

Gabriel's always been a bit of a troublemaker, maybe because of where he came from. The rules change so often for him he feels the need to test them. They don't apply to him, or so he thinks. So each new home came with it's own set of complaints. He's to noisy, he's to hyperactive, he doesn't listen. He never understood why he was put into foster care and maybe he thought that if he misbehaved, they would bring him back to his real family. But of course, that never happened.

Until he was fourteen years old, he was shuffled from home to home, state to state. He was never in one place long enough to make a friend or enjoy school. Everything was about moving on. Temporary homes. This trend continued for what felt like forever. Years passed and he didn't notice. Nothing meant anything to him.

But, out of his jumbled life came at least one silver lining. One family, an older couple taking care of four children, happened to be the perfect match for Gabriel. He was up exploring their attic one day, looking to see what kind of things they kept up there when he stumbled upon a dusty leather case. Curious, he opened it. Sitting inside was a fine violin of the most beautiful cherry wood. He pulled it out, picking up the hand crafted bow. And from that point on, he found himself sneaking into the attic to play the violin. He wanted to teach himself. There were plenty of old music books which taught him the basics, but he found that he played better when listening to old violin recordings. He made it a competition. He had to identify every note in a song and be able to play it back before he allowed himself to look at the sheet music. For years, he spent his life in that attic, learning the ins and outs of the little violin. Suddenly, his attention was drawn to all string instruments. When he watched movies, he'd identify the cellos and the violins, listening for hours on end.

But, by the time he was sixteen years old, things changed. The foster father that cared for him suffered a stroke which left him bed ridden. Naturally, taking care of a house full of troubled children was beyond the wife's capabilities as the hospital bills were draining her funds. So, unfortunately, she had to turn them away. Gabriel was torn to shreds inside. He didn't want another foster home, another life. He wanted the violin and his attic. So, a few nights before he was to be shipped off like used goods, he stole away. He packed the violin, the bow, his clothes and money. And that was it. He hoped a bus and went as far as he could, trying to find somewhere he could play. Living on the streets, he became tangled in quite a bit of things any parent would scold against. Drugs, alcohol, theft, he got used to it all. He squirreled away money until he was able to trade in the old violin for a new, finely crafted one. One that would stay in one piece while he played.

It was his violin that turned him to the Sets. He was pulled in immediately, finding that it was a lot safer to run in a group than it was to run on your own. He worked the streets, usually sticking to playing his violin for money - thought he had a bad habit of finding trouble. He stowed away money, to buy himself a place to live, something to eat, and anything else he desired.
A little extra doesn't hurt;; Gabriel's got a wild side, something to watch for. He also is able to play the cello, though he does not own one. He picked it up in one town he was staying in, learning in the city music store from a generous old woman.

Puppeteer;; Carousel Delirium

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xxx♛ Wolf Three

[ Kian Serban ]
[ Two ;; Twenty-three ]
[ More dominant than not ]
[ I'd care less if they minded their own business. But since they don't, I find them intrusive and irritating at times.]
[ Mischievous. Bold. Devious. ]
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Kian [ Nero ] Serban


Mischievous • Bold • Devious


I prefer to be called: Kian; for those of his own species. Nero; as referred to by the humans
Age: Roughly two years, which translates to about twenty-three in human years
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual as of late. Gender doesn't matter so much. As far as dominance goes, Kian will in know way roll over until given a good reason to.

Likes:



• Crows and ravens ;; There's something beautiful about them
  
• Clear nights ;; Seeing the stars covered by clouds is almost depressing
  
• The thrill of the chase ;; Completely invigorating
  
• Testing limits ;; How far can one wolf go?
  
• Candles ;; The scent is quite relaxing

Dislikes:


• Burrs ;; Uncomfortable and impossible to remove
  
• Scavengers ;; Go kill your own meal
  
• Undeserved arrogance ;; You are not great by birth
  
• Enclosed spaces ;; Cramped and suffocating
  
• Unnecessary death ;; What right do you have to take someone's life?

Fears:



• Becoming somehow handicapped ;; Loss of limb, sense, anything that leaves one helpless
  
• Permanent confinement ;; Access to the outside world goes without saying

Opinions on your new life?: Irritating. Honestly, Kian wonders why they don't tie up their own kind and fight them instead. In order for him to respect his 'owner' he must be given a good reason. But he also finds them rather intriguing, in a devilish way. He wants to see what kind of games he can play.
Wolf Form: Kian is rather large, not stocky but muscular. Four paws, tipped with claws. Two eyes, a warm garnet. His fur, a thick ebony, is sprinkled with an almost maroon tint. Mixed among the black hair are strands of red - more adequately displayed when he's taken a human form.

Past: Out of five pups, three survived to adult hood. Kian was the second among those three. Bold and seemingly fearless, it was almost predicted that he'd find trouble in his future. Though, the older he got, the stronger he seemed to be. From birth, Kian pushed himself to meet the standards set by the pack. He watched his father hunt, watched the alpha take control. To him, it was a life lesson, one that you had to snatch up before it was gone. There wasn't much atypical about his youth. A black wolf pup, he played with siblings, practiced his hunting skills, howled his puppy yelp when the adults threw their heads to the skies. He spent long hours out of the den his mother provided, exploring the surrounding forest, often trailed by one of the smaller pups. He was bold, a fighter, one to challenge rules he didn't understand.

And maybe that's why he grew to such an unfortunate state. It was a recent excursion that brought him to his current situation. Hunting by the full moon was supposed to be one of the top experiences in a young wolf's life. There's a sense of mysticism about the air when you run in the full moon light. Naturally, he'd been a bit more energetic then the rest. He wanted to run, wanted to explore, but he was kept with his pack as they sought out the deer that traveled that path.

There was a flash of movement up a head, not a deer but something larger. Not a bear, something fiercer. Human. They targeted the pack, sending out their hunters and weapons to capture and tame whomever fell behind. Instead of bolting away like a coward, Kian stayed with his pack to ensure their safety. One pup, experiencing his first hunt, was having trouble keeping up on his awkward young limbs. He fell behind, fell victim. Kian, having a rather high sense of pride and nobility, rushed to the pups aid. At his own expense. He hadn't been expecting to get caught, honestly it seemed like he had a clear get away. But the pup stumbled in fright. Kian pushed him up with his snout. The hunters pounced.

And Kian woke up in a cell.

Personality: Kian still has his youth with him. He's energetic, ready to go at a moment's notice. But, only on his own terms. While Kian would throw himself to the pits for his pack, he wouldn't honor a human in the same fashion. He plays games, tests his limits to a frustrating attempt. He has a devilish way of toying with others for his own amusement. For what is the world without amusement? He's unafraid to voice his opinion, even if it's not his place. He's bold and outspoken, ready to be heard even if no one is listening.

What more is there to say?: Nero is the name he was given upon entering the human's world, after the Roman Emperor that 'fiddled while Rome burned'.
Background music: Eisbrechers - Bombe Seether - Eyes of the devil
Pulling the strings: Carousel Delirium

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IMWEAK
IMWEAK
IMWEAK

It irks me when I get burned

And I realize || ... || I don't get hurt

And always, it seems I've lost my way

When I feel you || ... || It's not enough

And I need you to shun my touch

I'M WEAK
SAVE ME
I'M WEAK
SAVE ME FROM ME

❆ SO RUNxxxxwith the eyes of the devil
❆ AND KEEPxxxxthem in your dreams
xx❆ IF YOUxxxxsuccumb to the lies of the rebel
xx❆ YOU'LL CLEANSExxxxyourself of me

He'd woken up three times since his imprisonment, and all three times he'd been hoping the scene would vanish and he'd be returned to his real life. But, three times in a row he was disappointed with a different reality, or a dream that wouldn't end - he had to cling onto some hope that this wasn't actually his fate. A pet. He'd be a pet for some spoiled noble. But not just a lap dog, a dog that fights it's own kind in accordance with it's master's command.

Needless to say, Kian, the darkly colored wolf in the cell, was not in a good mood by any stretch of the imagination. Out of the five captives, one slept on. The rest were awake, though they were not all locked up. One was out. Silas? That's what the humans called him, that's what the wolves called him. Maybe he'd forgotten the name he'd been born with. Or maybe he never had one. Whatever the case, there was only one way to refer to the wolf. Silas.

Kian was Kian. The humans had taken it upon themselves to name him Nero, figuring that an animal as thoughtless as a canine wasn't capable of having a name. It didn't matter so much. They could call him what they wanted, it wouldn't change who he was in his own eyes.

Kian lifted his head, getting to his four large paws. He shook out of his fur, thick ebony with red highlights. In the right light, he appeared the darkest shade of crimson. He paced the small length of his cage impatiently, observing the situation. There were humans, watching, waiting, holding that one wolf still. Two other wolves were awake, one on his side one in front of him.

He glanced at both with garnet eyes before sitting down. He didn't say anything, he didn't have to. He gave an exaggerated huff, dispelling built up irritation and impenitence. They could decide the diplomatic approach to their situation. Kian knew where he stood, and that was outside this cage.

o.o.c

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↘the Air Elemental↘➾➾➾↺

↳ + Laid back ↳ - Capricious ↳ + Patient ↳ - Restless
↻ Twenty Three ➾Male ➾Elemental
Zephyrinus ➾Enlil ➾ Corentinxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘↘Carousel Delirium

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❝ ZEPHYRINUS ENLIL CORENTIN ❞
______________of Eden ｡ ｡ ｡

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nickname • Zephyr, Zeph
age • Eternally twenty three
birthday • October, 14
sexual orientation • Pansexual
theme song • Running Away


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weapon of choice • Twin hook swords
weapon of second choice • Glaive
pets or companions •
_____________ Cybele, Ethereal Being

Cybele is an ethereal being, a being of no true physical form. A feminine spirit to balance with Zephyr. She takes multiple forms, though often appears as an almost fae-like creature, seemingly made of nothing but smoke and air. She is almost transparent, retaining a silver and blue hue. She is more often then not winged and is often seen perched on Zephyrinus's shoulder. She is silent and aloof, often watching the others from far off heights. While not a creature meant to protect Zephyr, she is known for providing guidance and companionship.
skills •
ჵ Gymnast level agility
ჵ Artistic
ჵ Observant
ჵ Stealthy
abilites •
ჵ Communication : The use of the wind to carry sounds from one point to another. As a side note, through the same means, he can carry scents on the wind.
ჵ Flight : Short range use of air currents or use of near ghostly wings
ჵ Dematerialization : The ability to dematerialize his body into the air itself
ჵ Astral projection : Through meditation, he can project his spirit out of his body to travel certain distance. Although useful, his body is left completely vulnerable.
element • Air

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personality •

Zephyrinus is like the wind itself. He is easy going, laid back, and generally a calm person. Generally. While his patience seems to be endless, he does have a breaking point. If, for some reason, he is set off, he becomes difficult to handle. Like a typhoon or a hurricane, he becomes uncontrollable and unpredictale. But, his outbursts are generally short lived. One blow and he's done. Again, like the wind, he is the type of person that you can't see but you always know is there. He has a lingering presence so to speak. Because of his quiet nature, he makes for a good listener. He can sometimes come off as distant and aloof, but this isn't true. He doesn't have a detachment from people, but he would rather sit back and observe. When in a social situation, Zephyr is good natured and humorous. To him, nothing tops laying back and relaxing with good company.

biography •

Born as the element of the air, Zephyrinus has a simple beginning. He was a creation of nature, of what you cannot see but what you always feel. He was the personification of the guiding, life sustaining force that reaches all corners of this world. He is always there, though you may not see him. Zephyrinus started his life in a spiritual state, meditating high off the ground. It was in that way that he discovered the world.

As he was warned about the world outside of Eden, he had no particular desire to go out and experience it first hand. But, his curiosity wanted to at least see it. He would sit in a meditative pose, like he was lost in a trance, while his spirit would sore on ghostly wings up and out of Eden. He could go anywhere in this form and never be disturbed. He was protected from harm in his safe haven while his spirit traveled. While out searching for something, anything, he came upon the human society. He would often sit and watch from his perch up high, taking great interest in the outside world. But he would never abandon his birthplace in order to fulfill some selfish curiosity. So this was his contact with the human race. It was simple, but satisfying.

But as time progressed and the humans gained more and more knowledge about the surrounding world, they seemed to abandon the principles he was born from. Their cities thrived and expanded past borders and boundaries set for them. It created distress within the element. Some were effected, even within Eden. Zephyr was no exception. There were times when he felt as if he couldn't breath, like the air was thick with something unnatural and unhealthy. The elements began to suffer and fall from balance, shifting the lives of those residing in Eden.

Zephyrinus was not the only one to notice. He stayed among the other elementals, naturally drawn toward their similar origins. While he tried to distract himself with Eden's world, the shift in balance surrounding their small paradise could not go without notice. He has a determination to restore peace and balance. He finds himself becoming more and more agitated, restless. The further disrupted the elements become, the more temperamental he seems to be. And he wouldn't stand for it. Being one of spirit, he wishes for nothing more than to save the last piece of nature that is left and restore what has already been warped by human hands.


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username • Carousel Delirium

`cause it's like a battlefield , battlefield ｡ ｡ ｡

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I don't want you to give it all up

And leave your own life collecting dust~

And I don't need you to be by my side

To tell me that everything's alright~

SO WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY?
RUNNING AWAY
RUNNING AWAY

Cause I did enough to show you that I 〔 was willing to give and sacrifice

And I was the one who was lifting you up 〔 when you thought your life had had enough

And when I get close 〔 you turn away

There's nothing that I can || do || or || say ||

The meeting hadn't been called by any singular being. No, the land itself seemed to send each their own individual invitation. The wind stirred, tugging and pulling at his long hair, whispering for him to follow. He needed to go. Trouble was closing in.

What was once a peaceful land was now overrun by the human race. The only untouched sanctuary the elementals had left was starting to loose it's peace. The more the humans tugged at their surroundings, asking for more than they deserved, the more the land had to give. More land, more water, more fields, more houses, everyday the demands increased. Wars broke out between border lines, senseless battles that stained the land with blood. He watched from on high, never daring to interact directly. Getting close proved to be problematic. Eden was the only safe place left, and even that was beginning to disappear.

Hence, the land had called out to him as well as the others. Zephyrinus, the air, had received his message. And thus, he was traveling toward the center of their vast home, to regroup with those that had wandered away and those he had wandered away from.

While Zephyrinus never took interest in traveling outside of Eden's sanctuary, he had strayed somewhat, out of curiosity. There was a vast field, where the grass was thick and no trees blocked the wind. It was there he could usually be found. Now, he was growing closer to his home.

The whispers that the wind carried to him were confirmation of that. This way, this way. They lead him onward. The closer he got, the louder the voices. Voices he recognized. Nearly everyone was together, he could hear that much. Some voices were louder than others but then again, some elements were louder than others. It was only natural. Still, it made it hard to distinguish who was and was not there out of the quieter ones. But he would soon find out.

He settled his feet onto the ground, a few miles short of his destination. Up until now, he'd found it easier to carry himself over the trees on the air currents he was following so diligently. It made for easier travel. But he could only stay up so long for the air was weaker than it had once been. And that was why he'd traveled here.

From here, he continued to walk, padding silently up the trails without much notice from the surrounding area. Pale, green eyes met his destination as he grew nearer and nearer. It'd been so long since he'd seen the rest of them, he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. From what he heard, everyone seemed to be in a half decent mood - some not as pleased as others to be rejoining their kin. He wasn't sure whether he was excited or nervous. It was good to see everyone again, it'd grown lonely out in his place in Eden. And he worried that the imbalance was taking effect on the others as it had been on him.

It was a gradual process, but by now he had noticed it fully. There were times when the air grew hard to breath. All he could taste and smell was the human's advancement and their destruction of his world. He found he was having trouble breathing, as though he'd developed asthma. He was coughing more frequently, though the severity of it waved in and out. He could only imagine what the others were going through, if anything at all.

Finally, he'd arrived. The large structured they'd all called home stood before him. He tread quietly across the courtyard, through the archway, noting the sad changes things seemed to have gone through. Even here, at nature's core, things were beginning to wither. Following the voices, he made his way to the patio, where everyone that had arrived so far had gathered. He gusted in, looking around that the rest that had arrived so far.

"Am I late?" He asked, cocking his head to the side with a lazy smile.

o.o.c

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↘the Assassin↘➾➾➾↺

↳ + Collected ↳ - Sly ↳ + Perceptive ↳ -Devious
↻ Twenty one ➾Male ➾Human➾Lesta-sui
Andrei ➾ Laurentiu ➾ Dalcaxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘↘Carousel Delirium

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❝ ANDREI LAURENTIU DALCA ❞
______________of Lesta-sui ｡ ｡ ｡

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nickname • Andrei
age • Twenty one
birthday • September 16
sexual orientation • Bisexual
theme song • Fur Cue


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weapon of choice • Scimitar
weapon of second choice • Butterfly knife
skills •
ჵ Stealth
ჵ Agility
ჵ Physical prowess
ჵ Swordsmanship
occupation • Assassin

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personality •

Andrei is a difficult sort. He slips in and out of situations without leaving a trace. He's tricky to get close to, tricky in general. He doesn't stay in one place to long, though he has connections deeper than it may appear. He keeps himself up to date on matters. He knows from simply observing, sitting back and watching people go about their lives as if he were merely a bystander. But he's so much more. Andrei has a habit for drawing mischief, no matter where he goes, a true deviant. His sense of humor can be.. nearly sadistic sometimes. He finds no misery in death, not anymore. The irony of it all tends to spark his interest. He's calm and collected at all times, never displaying more than a playful attitude. His temper doesn't flare easily, nor is he ever easily excited. He hangs back until the moment arises that he should step forward and things will fall in his favor.

biography •

Andrei wasn't always born to kill.

Actually, his first few years of life were fairly normal. Living in Lesta-sui, a highly agricultural community, he grew up on his father's farm. They raised live stock and a few crops in the spring. They had a simple home, out on the outskirts, away from the inner workings of the city. And maybe it was the seclusion of the place that caused their demise. No one was there to help them when they needed it most.

Andrei was one of five children, three boys and two girls. He was the second eldest, only outranked by a sister. Being the oldest male, he was the one destined to inherit his father's property, and as you can guess, he was absolutely stoked to work in the soil his entire life without a day of peace. Oh, he couldn't wait.

His father wasn't the most loving of fathers. He smoked cigars whenever he didn't have food in his mouth, and that was his death wish. He worked the fields, and in the summer months, things tended to dry out around the barn, particularly hay. And, as you can imagine, when a lit cigar is dropped into a bale, it causes quite a mess. They never found out what he was doing in the barn that night, but he had been. And careless as ever, for one reason or another, he dropped his cigar. It fell to the bale, and flames rose quickly. Andrei woke to his mother screaming and his siblings running among the chaos. And the youngest wandered to close. The animals were lost, along with whatever crop the fire could grab. And then, there was the matter of his father, burnt to a crisp.

Raising a family on her own, his mother experienced stress she'd never met. The boys were all sent to the fields to try and salvage some of the crop so that they would have money. But, being a rather simple, weak woman, she couldn't handle it all. The loss of her husband along with a child was all to much for her to take. She began sending them off one by one to work, all except Andrei whom she kept around because he was his father's favorite, the most likely to replace him. But, as she destroyed their family, she in turn destroyed herself. And Andrei found her in the rafters one day. And that was that.

Andrei left with a bag over his shoulder. He made a living for himself among the underground, stealing, conning, fighting, he knew it all to well. He fell into the darker world and after an encounter with a strange, nameless man, he found he had a knack for settling things. Quick and quiet. He could silence people, the kind of silence that doesn't ever break. And he could walk away with a straight face, collected the money, and move on like nothing had happened. And that's how he made a name for himself.

From that point on, he became an assassin without a name. His identity faded to that of death. Of course, simple country folk have no reason to kill one another, usually. But you'd be surprised what went on in the court. War, strife, and politics ran thick with blood. And Andrei was willing to spill it. He evades consequence because he's worked for those that wouldn't dare let him speak their names.


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`cause it's like a battlefield , battlefield ｡ ｡ ｡

[Carousel Delirium]

It's all too 「r e v e a l i n g 」
FURYour words are ↺ d e c e i v i n g ↻
FURCUEI can't let you get in my way⇨⇨⇨

I sense all your actions are meant as distractions
You must know I won't play your game

FURCUEI'm sick of 「p r e t e n d i n g 」
FURThe thoughts are ↺ u n e n d i n g ↻
I can't let you get in my way⇨⇨⇨

I'm no longer bending
-my mind set is mending-
And now I have something to say

❝FAKE❞
❝FAKE❞You're more than I can take
❝FAKE❞And something's gonna break


❝NO SHAME❞
You're passing all the blame❝NO SHAME❞
And nothing's gonna change❝NO SHAME❞

He tended more so toward the city instead of the countryside. Honestly, the rolling fields and crumbling earth bore him. And it was harder to find work when the height of a dispute was a stand off between two bent pitchforks. And that wasn't going to pay for much let alone hold his interest. No, those in his position belonged in the heart of the country, the capital, the city where the sin originated. While he had no actually opinion when it came to politics, he had as much fun with it as he could. This person hates that person and that person's sleeping with this person. Oh, it was all one big game to the red head. Survival of the fittest, social Darwinism, and somehow he came out on top. No, he wasn't a royal, not even close. He was stuck in the underworld of society, dealing with that which most can't handle. He took care of things that no wanted to deal with, and was happy to do it. It was his way of serving his country, even when he held no loyalty to it.

Andrei never considered himself a citizen of Lesta-sui. No, that would mean putting himself on the same level as everyone else, and I assure you he'd never do that. He was a bystander in some respects, though in others he was exactly what the rumors called him. A paid blade, a deadly swipe, a shadow, a menace, a man without morale. He spilled blood without regard, and he was damn good at it. The scimitar that hung at his hip knew that well. Absently, he ran his fingers over the hilt, as if reminding himself that it was still there.

He wasn't particularly active at the moment. He was expecting payment, but some people were harder to find than others. He complete the job he'd been given, now he waited for the rest of his compensation. And he was beginning to grow impatient. There were very specific terms that came with his services, one of them being that he was paid as quickly and discretely as possible. You bought the blood and you bought his secrecy. Should something ever go wrong, all he had to do was let a little something slip and the public did the work for him. He could ruin a man's reputation in a millisecond. No one ever admitted to using his service, his clientele list was highly confidential. His victim list; not so much.

Andrei kept a low profile, but his reputation was well known in hushed whispers. If you needed him, there were certain steps you had to take to contact him and several people you had to go through. The best were always the most difficult to contact. He had no permanent residence as that would be far to risky. If the law ever caught up with him, even when he's served those that protect it, he knew it was over for him. But there was no worry of that, not as long as people needed him.

At the current time, he was lounging on a stack of crates within the city limits. Merchants buzzed around him, none bothered him. The palace could be seen just a hop skip and a jump away. Inside, the King surely sat, along with the little princeling. Guards circled here and there, soldiers clad for a war that was always coming. No one could ignore the rumors of the other countries causing trouble. Lesta-sui was among the trouble makers with their high demand for land.

Andrei leaned back into the shade, hat tipped forward to shadow his face. His eyes were covered in a thick veil of red hair. He had one leg propped up, as if he were king of this pile of abandoned crates. His boots rested apart, his hands were folded over his stomach in the most relaxed of ways. It was if the world around him had disappeared. While everyone scattered about, talking and selling, he sat in his own little word, his demeanor clear and arrogant. There was the lightest of smirks on his faces, ever present. No, Andrei didn't participant in dull, menial life. He watched from his perch up above until he was called back into the underworld, to kill under someone else's name.