Christian Macabre.

ℑ 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔤𝔬, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥.

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INTRODUCTION!!

Hello! This is a sona/oc rp blog I'll be messing around with for a bit! This account is ran by @plaguedcyanide !!

Christian is not from any distinct fandom, though, don't be afraid to ask any questions as he's still got plenty of lore to him!!

INFO ABT CHRISTIAN:

He is a vampire (no duh), who truthfully fears and holds severe resentment for humanity. He very rarely leaves the house and only has a select trust in a few people. Despite his cold demeanour, he tends to mean well — he’s just a grumpy old guy (he’s physically 26.)

He was born in 1812!!

He suffers from quite terrible anxiety (poor guy…)

HEAVY BOUNDARIES!!

• NO nsfw asks. I myself and the character are asexual. Keep whatever fantasies you have to yourself only. (If you do that is) as Christian is my persona/personal oc.

• Spreading hate in regard to identity, race, religion, or anything along the lines is strictly prohibited. You will be blocked!

• Please DNI as well if you are a dark/proshipper.

Have so much fun asking questions and getting to know Christian along the way!! He is "totally thrilled" to meet you all. So he says...

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OOC: I am SO SO Sorry for the lack of posts!! My iPad has broken, so I can’t make any new art… In two weeks time however I’ll be getting a new one, so expect lots of art when that rolls around! So so sorry for the hiatus!!

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OOC: hihi!! Sorry for the lack of posts! (To whoever even looks at this blog). Coursework and exams really took up my weeks, and I never had the time to make any new posts. Now that all of that’s out of the way, I’ll definitely get back to making more! ^^

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I saw this piece and was incredibly inspired. So, I took it upon myself to draw myself in my own rendition.

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What’s your favourite song/songs?

I have grown up to enjoy classical music, both old and modern. My favourite piece from, well, back in my day is “Danse Macabre”. As for the more modern take of classical music, I heavily enjoy a song called “La Petite Fille De La Mer”. Yes, it was produced in 1973, but that is quite modern to me.

Roman however, has introduced me to goth music. I have found myself very fond of Aurelio Voltaire and London After Midnight. They make excellent songs.

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Roman obliged me to do this “trend” with him. It was quite strange, but he seems overjoyed with the outcome.

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Roman has… certainly altered my view on humanity. Even in just the slightest. I have never met such a charming, wholehearted individual since I was friends with him. And that was a long time ago.

I am delighted to call him a friend.

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Christian, are you hurting or killing people for art projects

Oh, now… I only use what’s left of my meals. I simply can’t let it go to waste. Though, I still do use paint.

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Took it upon myself to create a little… composition. Whether or not the blood is real, that is for me to know, and you to find out.

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How did you and Roman meet?

It's quite the story, really. I was enjoying a solitary walk in the woods, the kind where sunlight barely touches the ground, when a strange rustling broke the silence. Confused and a bit hesitant, I tried to dismiss it as just another animal. But then, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air. Heart pounding, I followed the sound, and what I discovered was horrifying: a man, burned almost beyond recognition, his skin soaked in quicklime chemicals. Petrified, I managed to get him to the nearest hospital, hoping that he would survive. But after that day, he vanished without a trace.

I've never been one to make friends easily, preferring my own company and the solace of the unusual. But one day, curiosity got the better of me, and I ventured into town. There, I stumbled upon a quaint little shop, brimming with oddities and curiosities. As someone with a penchant for the strange and unusual, I couldn't resist. And who should be the owner but the very man I had saved, his skin now a patchwork of discolored grafts, stitched from head to foot. Relief washed over me, knowing he had somehow recovered. But then, something caught my eye: a painting he was selling, one of my own century-old creations! And he was selling it for next to nothing!

Naturally, I confronted him, and we got into a heated dispute. I stormed out, empty-handed and furious. But as the days passed, my anger began to give way to regret. So, I went back to the shop a second time, swallowed my pride, and slipped an apology letter, along with my telephone number and some money as compensation, onto his desk. Then, I headed home, not knowing what to expect. To my surprise, he called me, and well… here we are.

God, I talked for far too long.

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Whats your biggest regret in getting a mobile phone? 💀

Whenever I got Roman’s phone number.

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔪𝔢.

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I am not particularly fond of photographs… Roman forced me. This was how I found out that shockingly, I can be seen through a camera lens.

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𝔈𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩. 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱.