phantoms

You too have known loss, and that loss torments you still. You hope hatred might someday replace the pain-- but it never goes away. It makes a man hideous; inside and out. Wouldn't you agree?

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“And even now you think, as any person would, that this can’t be happening....face to face with oblivion, and you still think that help is coming.”

independent Skullface roleplay blog

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     Now that they all had clear sights on the man who ran this island, they’d view the intricate details of his character. Most notably was the mask he sported, which was reminiscent of a Luchador.      "If the nature of your orders is that of colonialism, then you will not fare too well I’m afraid.“ He warns the disfigured man, a thick black zipped-up windbreaker hugging their greeter’s massive torso. Matching fingerless leather gloves on his hands as well as steel toed combat boots on his feet.      He counted ten, he could take them all on if the need should arise.

[burnwiththerest-blog]

“Colonialism, I assure you, is the very opposite of our business here.”

He could kill them all, if he wanted to. Skullface knew this. They could open up with their rifles and underbarrels and not score a single hit on the Demon of Peña Duro.

“Your country is rich in resources,” he said. “The corporations of America would steal this land’s minerals; its government seeks your waters, your spot on the globe, to keep eyes your neighbors. My unit and I...we only want asylum.”

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     "¿Y quien eres tú?“ The voice called out from behind his men, at first belonging to a looming silhouette. Though moonlight shedding clarity on the scene revealed the 6'6” giant of a man known as Bane.      "And what brings you and your men to Santa Prisca?“

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Ten soldiers turned and rose their rifles, sights trained on the giant. Their commander stepped forward, one foot crossing in front of the other like a tightrope walker.

“What brings any occupying force to your country? Orders. A pen put to paper, boots put to soil.”

He silently bade his men to stand down, pushing one man’s rifle toward the ground.

[burnwiththerest-blog]

imprisonednomore has come face to face

My men warned that you would soon be here. Te respeto, soldado. I hope our presence on your land does not dishonor you.

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[chunlo]

Inktober time again! Thought I’d kill two birds with one stone and draw Skull Face for both Inktober and the theme(Villians) for Month of Fear. He has quickly become one of my favorite villians despite only barely having two pages of dialogue haha Portfolio