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I just post my oneshots about my characters ;-;

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Jesse Xin Sinclair

alcohol/drugs warning???? Alcohol was never enough for Jesse. He drank and drank, to the point he could chug neat whiskey like it was apple juice. Him inheriting his mothers bar didn't help him any more. Hed spend his days in the bar, playing his piano while his cigarette burnt out in the whiskey glass. Nobody was there to hear his tunes, until they were. “Bravo, Jesse. You always know how to raise someone's mood!” The voice echoed throughout the room. An all too familiar voice Jesse didn't want to hear in moments like these. “Not in the mood, nutjob.” Jesse groaned, his thumbs still holding down the piano key. The insult did not deter the man, instead fueling it. “Nutjob? You know my name is Arthur already. Or were you too drunk to remember?” Arthur couldn't help but coo, his introduction conspicuous as always. Jesse just shook his head, his eyes never leaving his beloved piano. Arthur could he heard humming a tune, footsteps approaching Jesse. “Alcohol was always too weak for you, wasn't it, Jesse?” He continued. A nerve could be seen in Jesse’s neck, his patience thinning by the minute. His fingers started dancing across the piano tiles again, hoping to drown out Arthur’s voice with the music. The other man just gave out a quiet chuckle, standing beside the musician. “Maybe,” Arthur pulled out a little baggy, holding it out in front of Jesse's eyes. “Youve always yearned for something stronger.” The piano slowly died down. Arthur was never truly wrong. Was he?

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Nene Xin

Despite living his life In a miserable state, he still is beloved by many and is looked up upon. He lived in so much success, yet he feels utterly useless in all he does.

He remembers the family mansion. He lived there trying to impress his family. Even as an adult now, he feels like he never achieved that. Hed sleep in his bug infested bed, too tired to even do anything about it. He slept on the couch as much as he could so he could at least feel a little bit more sane. All this, because he wanted his father’s attention, his approval, his love.

Keon was a man child. Hardly fit to be a father. Hed yell at Nene for every little thing, making the vampire’s life all but worse. Even now when he’s escaped his childhood home, made a life for himself, he still looks back. Thinking; “what could I have done better?” The answer always leads to one thing.

Death would’ve been the only way that Nene’s father would look at him wirh anything else than disappointment.

Sometimes I see myself in my characters.

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Arthur "Mr Man" Raynard

Arthur Raynard; a man who wasn’t born out of the love of his parents, but the guilt of a man. He wasn’t conceived at birth, no, he manifested due to the sins of one man. 

The existence of Arthur is all Xin Hua’s fault. He lives to torment, to remind, to be a constant reminder of the man’s wrongdoings. Yet, he does this with a silly smile. “Hua, look at me.” A voice rang in the man’s ear, so sickenly sweet. If it were anybody else, Arthur would've probably torn into them by now. But no, it's Hua. His sweet little Hua. The man persisted, his eyes closed and back turned against Arthur. “Is this how they felt? Your little “victims” when you lingered over them, about to kill them?” Arthur kept going. The usually prideful man was cowering at Arthur’s words. Hua has spent decades killing and dominating his country for power. He had never felt guilty about it, until Arthur came about. “Shut up! Do you ever just stay quiet?!” Hua spat, finally turning to the blonde man. Instead of cowering, Arthur’s toothy smile widened. “No, i fear not. I shall always be here, Hua. Your sins are catching up to you, and you cannot stop it. No matter how hard you shut me out, when you open your eyes, i will stand here."

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Arthur "Mr Man" Raynard

The man who saw all, who made the most despicable men cower to their knees. Its evident, the man who brought fear upon the world was not just a man, nor a human. Whatever he was, he definetly wasnt normal. He wears a smile everywhere he goes. He bows, taking off his hat whenever he greets anyone. Despite being so gentlemanly, that sharp crooked smile told everything. He does not seek power, fame nor recognition. His goals are unknown, but theres one thing people know; he takes pride in your fear. Those unfortunate enough to be haunted by him havent lived long. The torment Arthur brings upon the human race is pure, unadulterated evil. Despite the fear he brings with his name, he still insists on being called by the little nickname "Mr Man." No one knows exactly why, but it seemed like the only thing he seemed fond of. A silly little nickname.