lie, cheat && steal.

affiliated roman torchwick roleplay

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blog dropping eri and going on hiatus. see you cool kittens later.

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Drew Roman during the stream!

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apparently tumblr locks you out if you say your age is 197 while making a new tumblr but hey fine i see tumblr you don’t got no sense of humor whatever

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reserving luffy more like spendng the rest of your life making icons tbh

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my cousins cat keeps trying to drink my coffee pls stop cats dont drink caffine i will throw you out the window i wont tho

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“ WANTED: Dead or Alive; Roman Torchwick… huh. ” Spoken words were hushed under the breath of the presumably deemed ex-1st SOLDIER. Hands carelessly shadowed by the sockets of the pockets provided by his pants, attention set a light at the paper posted against a brick structured wall with a picture for much needed visual of any willing to take this offer even more so for the catch. “ Preferably dead, heh. ” Finished at last at the tad text written under it all in red ink. Must be quite the villain, sure looked the part if Zack were to simply judge him by appearances. His presence in the new world still remaining of recent breeze though a liking towards this place was already beginning to settle within his core. No hostility was shown to him which is always a plus, usual stares and looks here and about however certain that perhaps it were the weapon he were carrying after all. This place was not so out of place with himself however since mako eyes did catch upon constant pacing of others who also carried their own weapons, assuming so anywho.

What could one come to do here? Uncertain of that still so Fair settled with pacing once again with no clear destination as to where he were headed in the first place however keen senses as ever react to an unwelcomed presence nearby to which eyes seek for a visual of them. Desire found when eyes land on a familiar face and not one known personally but because that very person was the one he had seen but only mere minutes ago, the WANTED poster that was posted upon a wall — what a coincidence. Fate sure seemed to fancy those a lot. “ Ya’ know if I were on someone’s WANTED list I wouldn’t stand out and around so much in the open like that you know? ” Advice from aspiring hero to presumed criminal, what are the odds, but who were Zack to judge anybody from another world that was not his own? It was always best to not seek trouble, even if it were boring for the most part.

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          it was never quite a dull day for such a man as roman torchwick, between dealing with unruly subordinates who couldn’t take on a simple task to hunters and huntresses chasing him down the streets. this how ever was quite new. his attention is caught to the man who calls him out, not by name but by words. wanted posters? ah right. being famous in vale sure had its perks, though this guy didn’t really looked the part of those kids playing their games in ozpin’s care.

that’s cute, roman thinks as the man attempts to call him out and the five class criminal just gives a huge shrug of his shoulders.                          ❝ assuming there’s reason to tremble at a                             little piece of paper with your face on it. ❞ and the title of ‘dead or alive’, but who was roman to continue rambling on. the fancy man turned his body fully to meet the face of the other entirely, eyes looking him up and down and taking in the sight. he could maybe pass off for one of ironwood’s men, but there was just something not quite on the mark with the fellow. so are they suddenly hiring mercenaries to take him out? tsk, tsk, general james. your taste is lacking. roman clears his throat,                          ❝ humor me, and you are? ❞

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my old art (one year ago) of Torchwick always looks more young than now

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oh wow i did this forever ago

anyways i this is from last year i was given permission by @the-rabbit-doodles

to color a drawing of theirs!

I was first starting out with digital work so it was good practice then

I’m still proud of it so I wanted to reupload for old time’s sake 

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         golden crescents glimmer against pools of sapphire, a smile tugged against runic, faux vanity. thus, with a curious, child like behavior, the elderly blade strides around the structure of the metallic building. questions deliberately swirl within the depths of one’s thoughts, as he occasionally taps ‘pon walls. & he is grace itself, a serenity of it’s own. yet, he feels a slight disturbance to his pondering. turning on a heel, navy locks fall swiftly, as optics become attentive to surroundings.                                     ` is someone there ? `

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          he couldn’t get a single call through his scroll, no matter how few times he could attempt. a frown laces the criminals features as he soon just puts the device away, tucked neat into his pocket. eyes looking up and then turning just as he heard sounds of movement. had he not been alone in this place? then the voice calls out and roman turns to face the individual completely.                          ❝ depends who’s askin’ ❞

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❝Samus Aran.❞

She answers only as a weak gesture of cordiality, not for the sake of making him feel welcome. She’s grown accustomed to strangers coming through, but it didn’t make her any less wary of their presence. This man didn’t seem capable of causing much harm to the planet, but never would she remain rooted in an assumptions based on first impressions. 

❝ I’ll tell you like I’ve told the others who have come through this portal…Tallon IV  is under ecological rehabilitation. If you go disturbing the balance here, I will send you back to wherever you came from. ❞

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           roman raises his hands in defense from samus’ hostility. seemed like he’d certainly walked in on the wrong feet, though this planet didn’t seem like it had much. her words of ecological rehabilitation certainly showed considering plant over growth. samus must have been the only person here? that had been no fun, to roman not that he was exactly planning to mess around in the first place but company beyond the blonde would have been satisfactory.                          ❝ there is absolutely nothing i could possibly do. ❞

and for once, roman was being honest-ish. the place would probably soon bore him to death before he’d cause any sort of havoc in it’s walls. being a gambling man, you needed other people to gamble with. romans hostility was completely useless on deserted lands. all he had was his possible... curiosities.

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her back is sore. along with a number of other parts too, really — the side of her face, for example, where it’s been pressed first against her palm, then her arm, and finally the dew-moistened concrete of a nearby wall. maybe she’ll grab a folding chair from the studio the next time she decides to do something like this.

still, rin kagamine is nothing if not stubborn; something the full one hour ( practically an eternity, by the fourteen-year-old’s standards ) she’s been planted smack in front of the world portal pays testament to. a hand is raised to muffle a yawn. once, twice, eyes flutter shut, and the sun’s warmth is almost enough to lull her off to a world that not a thousand more strange lights could lead to —

and then, finally, something happens.

wrapped up in what’s definitely the best yawn ever as she is, rin misses whatever initial pyrotechnics or other magic accompanies the portal’s activation. all she knows is one second, the alleyway is completely deserted with the exception of her and a dumpster ( seriously, it’s convenient and all that this weird portal thing is right behind the studio, but couldn’t whoever made it have put it somewhere nicer-smelling? ), and in the next, a stranger has arrived.

she practically jumps for joy. “whoaaaa — !” all traces of sleepiness gone, she’s up and studying him from head to toe before ducking around to get a view of the back as well, eyes and face brighter than the fireworks at a summer festival. “sweet, sweet — it actually worked! someone came through!” her excitement is practically tangible as she continues to look him over. “hey mister, are you a gangster? or a secret agent? what’s your name? where are you from?”

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          when crossing over through the light, roman hadn’t expects to suddenly be bombarded by the young female. his shoulders go stiff and he takes an instinctive step back as his eyes look down to the small blonde and it takes him a long good few minutes to compose himself from his shock. had it not been for her strange attire and look of odd excitement in her eyes, he’d of mistaken her for a huntress and that would have been no good.                          ❝ haven’t you ever been told to mind your manners? ❞ or not talk to strangers, or.. something? though her guesses were almost on point, at least he knew he dressed the part. with a tap of the finger, he popped up his hat to give the girl walking around him a better look before next, his surroundings.

a horrid smelling place, for sure, leave it to some unknown force to have a bit of sarcasm and landing him in the middle of a dirty alleyway with a dumpster that seriously needed some cleaning and an overly hyperactive little girl. Boy he hates.. hyperactive little girls.

                         ❝ how about youuuu tell me where I am, blondie. ❞

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so many things have taken over my life im so sorry

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i cnt believe i never noticed my coworker post on my blog two days ago im so mad

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The first thing I thought of when Mark said he was dying his hair red was “Huh, I wonder what he’d look like in a Torchwick get-up”

I was not dissapointed by the outcome

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I fell into hell

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everyone who reblogs that text thing is immediately my friend. part of my narcissistic gang.