Evil And Havoc For All

Chernabog Dragov || Immortal || Villain

[chernabog-dragov]

evildreamsandmuses‌:

“I’m sorry, did you say eat?” He asked, chuckling softly. “Why would people think that you are going to eat them?”

“That I did.”  He smirked a bit before looking at the other. “I’m Chernabog.  People love to invent new horrors for their monsters.”

[chernabog-dragov]

clariitcs‌:

“well because it’s hard fitting in auradon already if you have powers, especially if they are dangerous and uncontrollable. everyone just looks at you like you are a monster.

“It’s not too terrible, being the monster.”  Chernabog lifted an eyebrow an smirked a bit before looking back at the park.  “And maybe you shouldn’t have to fit in.  You don’t strike me as the pastel princess sort anyway.”

[chernabog-dragov]

evildreamsandmuses‌:

“I’d say it was a good thing. If no one stared at you, that might back you hideous to look at or something.”

“Oh, I’ve never been too worried about my appeal.  And people either stare because they find me appealing, or their waiting for me to eat them.  One of my favorite rumors to have bloomed in my absence.”

[chernabog-dragov]

hellevator-hd‌:

“like every other vk. better till i saw you,” she says before shaking her head “it will only take a little bit of time till you snap.”

“Ah daughter.  You don’t know me at all do you?”  Not that he blamed her.  Power on the Isle had required violence and a complete lack of mercy.  Though he’d been fairly soft when it came to his children, even if they didn’t seem to know that.  “Do you know what my powers are Chelsea?  Or for the matter, what power you may have?  You’ve only ever known me on the Isle.  Free...I’m a different being entirely.”

[chernabog-dragov]

hellevator-hd‌:

“dad your are never friendly, what are you talking about.” the female says glancing at her father.

“On the Isle, no.  But here?  Powers in reach and able to use?  Friendly is a part of my game darling.”  Chernabog smirked a bit at his offspring.  “How are you daughter?”

[chernabog-dragov]

“A little chaos can be fun sometimes.  Nothing wrong with that.”

@scrcnity (any)

[chernabog-dragov]

“You seem nervous, that’s all.  I’m simply being friendly.”

@hellevator-hq (any)

[chernabog-dragov]

“You’re staring, and I can’t tell if it’s in a good or bad way.”

@evildreamsandmuses (any)

[chernabog-dragov]

“Come on, you’ve gotta admit that was a little amusing.”

@clariitcs, @caliigc (any)

[chernabog-dragov]

clariitcs‌:

“that’s true, i sometimes feel like my roommate gets enjoyment over my misery.” the super chuckled. “pretty much, it can be a good outlet, but people tend to not be happy with it.” 

“There’s a chance she just might.”  He smirked a little before shrugging.  “Why do you care what people think about it.”

[fawke]

Happy Halloween all! 

The Night on Bald mountain still manages to spook me even to this day!

[chernabog-dragov]

clariitcs‌:

“i’ve heard anyone really enjoying themselves when they have a terrible roommate and too much school work.” she replied to him. “and sometimes a little bench like this can be a nice escape, especially since my dad wasn’t too pleased the last time i wrecked my room.”

“You’d be surprised.  People can find enjoyment in most anything.”  He smirked wryly before looking ahead at the park around them.  “Do you often just randomly destroy things when you’re frustrated?  It can be a good outlet.”

[chernabog-dragov]

clariitcs‌:

malaya really needed an escape from her dorm room and school work and every responsibility the super had. she felt like if she didn’t leave sooner or later she would lose control over her powers and that would be bad for everyone who was nearby her. the super has never had control of her powers and it didn’t help being in a place where anyone magical was told to conceal who they were. 

she looked over at the villain. “or maybe i’m just sitting on a bench. no purpose, no reason.” she crossed her arms with a smirk. “no matter the reason i don’t have to tell you.”

She seemed interesting, but he’d not decided to play with her yet.  She didn’t seem as  easily vain as most he’d interacted with.  “That is true, you don’t have to tell me.  You’ve just chosen an interesting bench.”  He chuckled softly before pushing onwards.  “Whatever you’re doing, you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.”

[chernabog-dragov]

He’d forgotten how amazing his powers were when he was on the isle, the man adapting to his prison with relative ease, and was almost shocked on his return.  It’d been far too long since he didn’t have to guess at mortal desire, and could now just tell.  Made everything so much easier when he played with the little Auradon things that showed up in his bar.  

He was currently outside on a bench when he felt someone settle beside him, the man looking over and smiling at the pretty young thing at his side.  “Well hello there.  Waiting for someone or sitting on this particular bench with another purpose?”

@scrcnity,  @clariitcs  (Malaya)

[chernabog-dragov]

welcome to auradon, CHERNABOG DRAGOV! they look an awful lot like CHRIS EVANS they are currently working as an DRUG DEALER/BARTENDER and are IMMORTAL. if you get to know them, you would say that they can be CHARMING but they could also be PURE EVIL. HE have been said to identify as a PANSEXUAL MALE . lastly, they have been in auradon for A WEEK.

Admittedly, Chernabog himself doesn’t know where he came from.  He has labels like demon, satan, the devil, evil itself, but he doubt’s that’s his true tale.  He doesn’t care to find out what that is, but he goes with what life’s made him.  From the beginning he didn’t feel, moving on whim and doing whatever he desired.

And ultimately that’s all his existence has been, wreaking chaos and fear wherever he goes.  At times it was tiresome, and it was actually how be began developing emotion, that dissatisfaction. He adapted, learning to use his powers of darkness, spirits and corruption as a start.  His control over fire, as well as his powerful strength and endurance were something that always were a part of him.  He learned to master his appearance from a horned monster, to something more normal, the form close to one a human man would have

Though with his transformation, his powers became even more dangerous, the hearts of mortals more inclined to trust a monster that looked like them.  Good men turned towards their inner darkness through his prodding and power, the evil and chaos growing and spreading in his wake.  

He continued like that until he was tricked onto the Isle, and his magic was stripped away.  Chernabog was surprised to find he didn’t turn back into a monster without his power to hide him, but he didn’t dwell on the thought long.  There was much to adapt to on the isle, and it wasn’t long before he’d established himself as the most powerful and therefore not to be trifled with villain on the isle, with some of the random minions about having been turned towards villainy by him.

His perspective started to change when one of the women he’d shared an evening with appeared with a baby and abandoned it in his arms, declaring it his before leaving.  A part of him wanted to be rid of it, but as he looked at the child, he felt an odd fondness for it, the feeling something he wasn’t accustomed to.  Something that confused him.  But he kept the babe, as well as the five that followed, each bringing him frustration and that odd fond feeling.  No one would call him loving or affectionate, Chernabog himself not believing himself capable of it; but he took care of them in his way.  Ensured no one would hurt them or face his wrath.  And he showed favor to those who looked after them.  But it was all he knew to do. 

Chernabog encouraged his kids to leave when the time came, those that looked to him, and he almost felt more normal alone, back to his old habits in full and helping people indulge those dark desires they held.  And then suddenly he was free, unleashed on Auradon and all their prim and perfect facades.  He’s actually rather excited to cause a little corruption. 

Personality:

Chernabog can be charming and personable, mostly just to be more approachable.  He’ll listen, all the while using his power to sense the dark desire within and nudge it towards the surface and he revels in chaos.  Ultimately he’s rather against Auradon and what it stands for, the perfection an annoying deception to him that he wouldn’t mind having a hand in messing up.

He can be gentle, and oddly caring, but mostly only for his children.  Chernabog doesn’t understand what that softness in him is at all and ignores it, rather leaning into his darkness rather than letting himself think there’s something good in him.  He wouldn’t know what to do with that knowledge if he thought he was anything other than a being of darkness.