Esoteric Loyalty

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James Wesley ( Daredevil ) coming back from hiatus!

Nice to be back.

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[acroatiicus]

ooc: Hey there. So I’ve taken up the bad habit of going on hiatus and not explaining why, this being my second time of doing so. I’d like to mention that this time I’ll be gone for a little while longer than usual. My reason why will be under the cut. 

To put it in simplest of terms: I am not in a good place right now. Physically, emotionally -- I’m just not doing well. Stress has been eating at me alive and instead of talking to anyone about it, I’ve ignored it and found temporary solace in distractions. While little distractions to avoid thinking about things has been a habit for years, every once in a while I get to the point where they don’t work. Where I’m forced to face the issues head-on. This is one of those times. 

Right now I am working two jobs, going to school, and attempting to keep up with online duties such as modding the masterlist, KNY News, and running this blog. Due to this, I’m not getting the quiet I need. I’m going to take a break from a little while -- from here and from Twitter ( though I’ll still be on my quiet account ) until I can find a good balance. 

Everyone is free to follow request my private Twitter or ask for my Skype ( I’m more hesitant to give out my Skype than my private Twitter ). Thanks to all my roleplay partners for their patience. I’ll be back when things get better!

[leepacepls]

My hand slipped. Again.

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Character Stats Framework

Name: acroatiicus

Full Name: James Wesley

Nickname(s): Lapdog ( via Anatoly and Vladimir )

Title: Deadpan Snarker ( x )

Age: 32 ( Assumed )

Birthday: January 24th ( Aquarius )

Species: Human

Nationality: English

Sex: Male

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronoun(s): He / Him

Romantic Orientation: Aromantic

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Religion: Not Practicing

Occupation: Criminal Retainer

Status: Active

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe ( Canon )

Face Claim: Toby Leonard Moore (Actor)

Relationships

Birth Order: 2nd

Parents: Mother and Father alive. Contacted during holidays.

Siblings: An elder brother, younger sister and brother.

Significant Other(s): None.

Children: None.

Closest Friends: Wilson Fisk.

Rivals: N/A

Enemies: The Daredevil, he doesn’t consider Karen Page or Ben Urich relevant enough to be called ‘enemies’, but they are against his cause.

Physical Traits

Eye Color(s): Green

Hair Color(s): Dark Brown

Height: 6′0

Weight: 164 lbs.

Body Build: Average, slightly toned. 

Notable Physical Traits: Full face, expressional eyebrows.

Phobias and Diseases

Phobia(s): ( REDACTED )

Mental Disease(s): None

When and how was this diagnosed?: N/A

Physical Disease(s): Does terrible vision count?

When was this diagnosed and/or how did it happen?: N/A

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression: Muted Irritation / Snarky Amusement.

Moral Alignment: Lawful Evil

Jung: ENTJ ( click for specifics )

Enneagram: The Achiever ( 2nd. The Reformer )

Four Temperaments: Equally Choleric / Melancholic

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Top Five Tropes: Dissonant Serenity, Jerkass Has A Point, Undying Loyalty, Nerves of Steel, Verbal Tic.

Five Prominent Traits: His glasses, his watch, his brief mid-sentence pauses, his smirk and that damn expressive eyebrow.

Misc

Skills: High interpersonal skills, multilingual, can talk his way out of almost anything. 

Hobbies: Reading, wine tasting. His free time for hobbies is rare.

Element: Water

Animal: German Shepard ( I’m not even kidding. )

Plant: Amaryllis Belladonna ( Sweet aroma but deadly. )

Anything else you want to add: N/A

Stats

Compassion: 3/10

Empathy: 2/10

Creativity: 8/10

Mental Flexibility: 10/10

Passion/Motivation: 6/10 / 8/10

Education: 10/10

Stamina: 7/10

Physical Strength: 6/10

Battle Skill: 6/10

Initiative: 9/10

Restraint: 4/10

Agility: 7/10

Strategy: 10/10

Teamwork: 6/10

Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence: 4/10

Visual-Spatial Intelligence: 8/10

Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence: 10/10

Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: 7/10

Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: 5/10

Interpersonal Intelligence: 9/10

Intrapersonal Intelligence: 10/10

Existential Intelligence: 6/10

Naturalistic Intelligence: 4/10

[shu-of-the-wind]

headcanon: wesley adjusts his glasses whenever he wants to punch someone in the face

[monolus-deactivated20160304]

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I’m carrying my heart but it’s made of stone.

[acroatiicus]

selflessfool:

She blinks slowly as she was being jostled by crowd, being it an uneasy mess and all. Her attention was completely sparse and all over the place as she saw what happened soon struggling to get to the back. As she made it an unfamiliar voice addressed her slightly confused and uncertain. ❝ There happened to be a gondola incident of sorts. ❞Minako replies motioned to the front of the crowd. ❝ The undines are handling it best as they can, but apparently the customers and riders are shaken up… ❞

False condolences  were expressed in way of fabricated empathy as brows knit closely together and thin lips pursed in accordance to his featured disposition. “That’s truly unfortunate.” He’d remark briefly before his attention shot to a passing individual far too interested in the incident to realize they shoulder checked him. Distaste arose more prominently over his concern before he’d return his attention to his fellow conversationalist. “I do hope everyone is all right; surely everyone here does.”

[acroatiicus]

UNINTENDED.

[devilist-blog]

                   「⛤」—» It was the watch that tipped him off. Slow, steady, familiar. A sound he’d memorized when times had been darker, the rhythmic ticking all the warning he needed to know a certain person was near. It made him pause, not physically, but mentally, a stillness going about his mind that few experienced in their lifetimes. It was like a constantly-disturbed pool of water being left to settle for the first time, and for a moment Matthew Murdock’s mind was devoid of thought. Such was the state of a man who encountered the dead walking among the living, the dead that had hearts that beat and skin that was warm to touch. It made Matt shiver to realize just what was happening, a cold having settled in his bones that he couldn’t explain.

                   Before, things in this place had been almost… nice. No Kingpin, no Russians, no Madame Gao, and no constant worry to protect Hell’s Kitchen. Of course, that hadn’t made him discard the mask, either. Even without Hell’s Kitchen to prowl among, this place still had its criminals, and the Daredevil would make sure that none of them found themselves worry-free and comfortable. But, for the most part, the blind man had found little more than petty thieves and muggers, nothing like the big fish he had gone up against in his hometown. This place seemed incredibly mellow next to New York, although Matt would never let himself rest entirely easy.

                   And yet, he had never imagined to find himself face-to-face with the likes of James Wesley, not here… not anywhere. The last he had heard of the other man, he hadn’t been breathing. It was a shock to Matt’s system to find him here, right before him, apparently alive. It made a whirl of confusion run through the lawyer, an uneasy feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach like fear. Surely, this couldn’t be true… But there was no way it couldn’t be. Every one of Matt’s senses told him exactly who this person was, and if he stopped trusting them now, what was he to do?

                   It was almost no surprise to him when Wesley’s shoulder bumped into his own, a clipped apology and a question reaching Matt’s ears even as he registered the hand placed on his shoulder.

                   ❝ It’ll take more than that to stop me. ❞ The joke came easy from his lips, and Matt kept his voice even and pleasant. ❝ Excuse me, but have we met before? ❞

[acroatiicus]

Wesley was not  one you would call a storm chaser; he did not rely on the adrenaline of a tempest, nor was he a man in search of a thrill. His line of work as a criminal retainer -- the fugitive’s concierge and secretary, if you will -- was certainly enough action entirely inevitable to avoid. Even more so when he worked with those akin to the egoist moon man and his somehow louder assistant, or the Russian brothers who seemed to have a master’s degree in threatening his life on an everyday basis. If anything, Wesley was quite content with the peace and quiet Koi had to offer during the time he wasn’t acting in felonious intent. He thoroughly enjoyed the fresh atmosphere; welcoming citizens giving greetings to one another, the walkways and canals kept clean, and even the oxygen seemingly produced a sweet aroma. To see such a delightful city upturned at the hands of a devil was quite a tragedy. 

To gauge a reaction: that was his purpose in such a run in. Wesley intended to decipher whether the appearance of an unsavory set of features was deliberate or if this meeting was nothing more than fate offering a cruel joke. He was never one for comedy, but he certainly hoped for the latter. For this meeting to be intentional meant for his operation to be severely impacted and if his realism  ( pessimism? )  gave him any sort of expectancy, it most certainly would be negative.  For now, the most he could do was understand the level of danger his job security was in. For now, idle conversation gave him his first shot for a chance at keeping his peaceful daily life -- and he intended to keep it. 

“That’s good to hear.” He’d comment with a chuckle, pleasant as he’d allow himself to be toward any other stranger. While he would not remark openly on the fragility he’d expect others to give his opposition, it was to be assumed that any innocent civilian treated him like fine china. Certainly he wasn’t as broken as he appeared. Wesley always surmised it to be bothersome, but perhaps the Daredevil considered it an advantage? 

Assuming ignorance, the criminal retainer left his jaw to drop for a moment as eyes traced over Matt’s features. Perhaps he didn’t need to give an outer performance, though it did help getting into character. “It’s possible. My occupation brings me everywhere, so I can’t say for certain where you may have seen me. Are you from another city?”

[acroatiicus]

selflessfool 

Gathering Wesley's attention was not a difficult feat; even the most trivial of things for the central city New Yorker, such as large crowds, still gained his notice. His sight zeroed in on a gathering of citizens, all giving their collective observation to the main canal in Koi Central. Squinting and adjusting his weight from one foot to the other still gave him no clue as to what interested the mass collection of residents. Clearing his throat, he’d turn to his neighboring stranger with a riddled expression. “Do you have any idea as to what’s going on?”

[leepacepls]

Casual Wesley?

[thingsforrp]

             ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴇɴᴅs                                              ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴜʏs ᴅɪᴇ                                                                ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜʏs ᴡɪɴ

[acroatiicus]

ooc: Going against my better judgement and issuing a starter call for those interested in a short, 3-5 sentence starter. I just want a few mini threads to do in between the larger multi-paras to warm up my muse a bit. You can still like this post even if we currently have an active thread! Capping at ( determinant ). Mutuals only, please!

[acroatiicus]

Alignment: Lawful Evil Kinsey Scale: 3 Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Temperament: Equally Choleric / Melancholic Bending Type: Waterbender

[acroatiicus]

Ya’ll should know better than to encourage my lame jokes because everyone knows I’ll do it. And thus a new tag is born. I hope Vlad takes that Snickers, Xeno. Maybe after he digests it he’ll find his chill ( haha, right ). 

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✵ - EYE FOR AN EYE - ✵

[acroatiicus]

rvanyy:

HE’D HAVE PREFERRED to chalk it up to sheer willpower; a fire unceasing to see his retribution through to the bitter end, whether that end claimed him for Hell or not. unfortunate that it had been by another’s mercy he remained, that he saw another sunrise– though not his sunrise. the enemy had saved his life, but pride wouldn’t allow for that admittance aloud, nor yielding in any manner, for he was a prince, and princes did not kneel to anyone or anything. least of all DOGS with their leashes still attached.

there was no thinking to his assault, only rage to guide his hand, knuckles trying the other’s throat. he didn’t bite at the snark with which he was met, only firming his grip and dwindling any chance of escape that little more. this method of greeting appeared effective, and with little distraction otherwise, it was just the two and the shadows of their once association. a less than pleasant reunion, given the circumstances of their last parting and what followed. he lost everything that mattered, and the memory only served to stoke the blaze. 

when his former affiliate spoke again, Vladimir was sharp to snarl, jarring him forward and back simply for spite’s sake. the very question eluded even he still, but he would answer all the same, and every word would be hued with warning.

          “is good question– so you failed, huh?” he seethed, nose wrinkling, “you think it would be easy? like taking children’s toy?” 

another yank forward, and he cautioned Wesley in lowered tones.

          “tell your employer. tell him i live, and tell him I’LL BE TAKING HIS HEAD.”

Brows Furrow in a resting bitch face, nearly giving the hint of being offended, Wesley let two hands skyward in defense.

“Vladimir, eat a Snickers.” He requested, pulling a candy bar from his pocket and handing it to his ex-business partner. “You’re irritable when you haven’t eaten a Snickers.”

[acroatiicus]

opesvenatrix:

In New York, there was constantly competition over paintings. She had to call in a cavalry to get what she wanted. In Koi, she was able to retrieve paintings with such ease that she was practically bathing in money. The people of Koi clearly did not have the intense, passionate thieving skills of New Yorkers.

When the other announced the complications she was slightly relieved (that people could actually steal stuff here, or her job would be obsolete and she’d get fired of course) but still angered. How dare this person take what was rightfully her’s?

Sara thought for a moment before she placed an elbow on the table, and let her chin rest on her hand. She let a sly smile grow on her face, and she laughed, “Well, if you’re not going to get me the painting, you could at least tell me who this individual is.”

“After all, you do know this painting is worth at least 40,” Sara removed her elbow from the table and took a sip of her drink, “–and it was insured for at least double. Our, no your cut is something to take a look at, Wesley.”

The investigator merely continued to smile, as she knew money was of some importance to the lap dog. Money got things done, and if he was able to retrieve the painting–he wouldn’t have to worry about finding another painting for months. She didn’t even have to tell him exactly how much it was worth, because if he knew anything–a Schiele was a rather expensive piece of art.

She pushed her hair behind her ear and spoke just once more in a more serious tone.

“If word gets out on your market that a pre-World War II Schiele is out there–how many forgeries do you think there will be?”

Incorrect Utterances laid beneath the breath of his work proximity associate and at this precise resonance he flickered a sign of muted irritation. A gentle grimace hid behind a sip of red wine and upon exhale, he allowed himself settled relaxation. After all, his transaction was not yet completed; this was a business partner he intended to keep. “Never did I say the painting was out of reach. So long as you can withstand the itch of lacking immediate gratification, I can guarantee your satisfaction with taking me on as your.. retriever, if you will. Give it time and I’ll secure what you’ve requested.”

Corners of a well spoken mouth lifted in confidence and solidarity that she’d take his word as credible. While he did not have the contacts and pull he obtained in Hell’s Kitchen, Wesley was not powerless in Koi. His connections, while having questionable stability at the present time, were solid enough for this one accord. One business transaction; that’s all he needed to secure another contact. One, as he aspired, that would be of future value.

A brow quirked in the opposing direction as it’s counterpart and chin was sure to tilt at remarks of the desired merchandise’s worth. Behind a staged disposition held reflections of his own opinion and though he had no issue presenting his own judgement in familiar company, he simply silenced sardonic remarks. Forty marks was nothing. To double it was still not enough to cover expenses from his pocket change. If his acquired services weren’t enough to consider him a reliable allay, certainly his proposition of what she could consider real profit might be.

“My market?” He’d inquire with transparent amusement, this smile far more sincere rather than being nothing but another sales tactic. “You make it sound like I band with criminals.”

[awhiteshirt]

he did what he was told. i think they call that loyalty, or something.