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[d3athwaltz]

                #𝐃𝟑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐙   .    ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰʷᵃˡᵗᶻ   .      ♱  𝙰𝙲𝚃 𝟷  :  𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 , death close my eyes , stop my cries , set me free.     /     very  private  &  low  activity  multimuse  blog. ( * carrd *  )   FEATURING:    resident  evil,    baldur's  gate,   dracula     &  many  more  gothic  &  fantasy  characters !    BLOG  IS  21+ * ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS!    *    blood  bound  with  [ : ]  @scumb4gs, @maidenmotif, @storywroughts, @zaratustran / @arbitratour ❤  blogroll:  @drtri4ls @drakhri

[d3athwaltz]

                  𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚄𝚂   𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙰    ( ka-see-oos )    .    original  character.  PRIMARY MUSE     * ⤹     cassius  is  open  for  all  crossovers  &  universes.    originally  created  for  dnd  campaigns  &  written  in  the  bg3  universe,    he  can  be  adapted  to  any  &  all  universes,     especially  within  fantasy.     **  CHARA  INSPO:    harlequin  +   venetian  carnival  /  mask  culture;    theatre;    romance  in  death;    performer  whose  mask  never  comes  off.     TROPES:   the  masked  trickster,    the  theatrical  assassin,    chaotic  neutral  wildcard,    gentleman  theif,    poetic  killer, masked noble pariah    &   HISTORY  +  SOCIAL  SPHERE + DETAIL OF COSTUME    (  links are a wip.  )

titles :  the  scarlet  imp race :   half-elf    (  half  high  elf  ),    this  is  subject  to  be  adjusted  depending  the  verse.   will  always  be  elven  /  fae  of  some  sort. class :  rogue  (  assassin  ) age  :  exact  age  is  unknown,   but  appears  physically  late  20s / early 30s orientation : bisexual height : 5'4" weight  :  unknown physique : very  lean,   toned  &  lithe. background : charlatan alignment : chaotic  neutral   ( follows  own  moral  code.   sees  murder  as  an  art  &  morality  a  constraint. ) complexion : olive toned. eyes : heterochromia   ( gold  on  the  right  &  brown  on  the  left.    the  brown  eye  represents  his  human  half  &  gold  his  elven  half.    two  sides  that  exist  but  never  accepted  him.  ) hair : dark  brown,   curly  &  just  past  his  ears,    but  never  seen  due  to  his  costume. mbti : entp - the debater. personality : theatrical,  flamboyant,  confident,  charismatic,  mischievous,  clever,  romantic,  manipulative,  flirtatious,  calculated,  bold,  thrives  on  controlled  chaos,  inventive,   seeks  excitement. aesthetic : masquerade balls, the velvet curtains on the theatre stage, porcelain masks - pristine & elegant, bloodied roses, red candles & perfume, expensive red wines & rich fruits, meats.

𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕  𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗   [ : ]

               ➜ TRAITS :             - obsessed  with  symmetry.   ritualistic.    poetically  cruel.    uses  performance  to  disarm,   disorient  or  unsettle.   rehearses  last  words  before  each  kill.    dedicated  to  his  aesthetic,     hates  being  seen  without  mask  or  costume.                ➜ NEGATIVE  TRAITS :              - struggles  with  identity,   due  to  years  of  mimicry  &  characters  he's  played  to  cope  with  isolation  &  neglect.             - never  drops  character,   not  even  when  in  solitutde.   this  is  a  coping  mechanism.            - perfectionist  to  the  point  of  obsession.            - very  detached  from  consequences.    he  sees  murder  as  a  performance  &  life  is  the  stage.                ➜ SKILLS &  QUIRKS :           - anatomical precision,  signature  kills,   &  silent  takedowns.            - multiple  voices  /  mimicry,   instant  mood  switching,   costume  &  makeup  mastery,    excellent  stage  direction.            - pickpocketing,  lockingpicking,  stealth,  acrobatics,  agility,  scaling  walls.  flaxibility,   daggers,   &  throwing  knives.            - makes  smoke  bombs  to  disappear  under.    smoke  is  always  a  rich  red  &  smells  like  roses / jasmine.            - cruelly  dark  humouor,   likes  to  throw  petals  over  the  corpse  of  his  kill  &  takes  a  bow.           - makes  his  own  perfumes.            - extremely high intelligence.   very  quick  &  clever.            - hates  mess  like  dirt  or  any  bugs.   the  only  mess  he  accepts  is  blood.            - controlled  chaos  &  controlled  silence  ;   like  the  silence  that  comes  after  a  kill.   it  has  been  planned  &  scripted,    any  other  silence  that  isn't  in  his  "script"  causes  him  to  fidget.   he  hates  it.          - CONTORTIONISM  /  ESCAPE  ARTISTRY :  he's  all  physical  illusion,  stagecraft,   &  mastery  of  misdirection.    it  definitely  wasn't  spellcasting  but  all  charisma  weaponized  through  timing  &  confidence.    he's  extremely  flexible  &  can  dislocate  joints  to  maneuver  around  restraints  &  get  to  picking  locks  with  ease,    &  then  reset  his  joints  without  reacting  or  flinching.    he  can  escape  restraints  right  before  people's  eyes  without  them  noticing  until  it's  too  late!   it's  all  part  of  his  immense  physical  discipline,    silver  tongue  &  quick  thinking  as  an  escape artist.

               ​​​​​​​➜ SIGNATURE :              - exists  entirely  as  performance;   real  identity  is  lost  or  was  never  allowed  to  come  to  fruition.            - cassius  thrives  when  in  villainous  or  more  morally  gray  aligned  groups.    he  finds  more  heroic  aligned  characters  or  parties  to  be  boring,   judgemental  of  his  morals  &  choices,    but  also  restricting  &  thus  dimming  his  artistic  light  ( death  &  murder.  )

           - POWER  THROUGH  SUBMISSION  :  cassius  thrives  in  control  through  submission.    servitude.     this  isn't  about  passivity  or  weakness.    it's  an  intense  &  intentional  kind  of  power.     he  chooses  when,   where,    &  how  to  give  himself  over.    his  submission  is  its  own  form  of  mastery.    he  is  performing  vulnerability  &  on  his  own  terms.     everything  he  does  is  calculated.    noted.    observed  thoroughly.

[loveyousonic]

as the age old conflict between the Horde and Alliance reignites Azeroth’s future will be forged in the fires of war.

[d3athwaltz]

thinking about my evil little elven jester twink

[d3athwaltz]

when in before the storm sylvanas had her dark rangers execute every member of the desolate council because she doesn't have time for political disputes---- you try and defect to the alliance and threaten her rule she will end you for it no questions asked.

[iceafterdeath]

inspiration: [x]

[d3athwaltz]

*

[d3athwaltz]

(from dukane to maz) ' go ahead, make it worse. '

  STIRRING THE POT STARTERS  …   「✦  a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!   「 go ahead, make it worse  」  -   FROM @zaratustran  /  dukane.          

        his response was instantaneous. within a blink he was, as usual, depriving her of personal space. marazhai slammed his right hand against the wall that was directly behind her. the mere force of his speed & strength combined caused the steel to rattle while his thin, lank frame hung over her; malevolent gaze peering down. " look at you, " he hissed, " still baring your teeth when you should be holding your breath. " form went from dangerous, ragged  breathing, to a immediate stillness & control. a soft, breathless laugh soon rattled in his chest, like a sound completely devoid of warmth that truly was never there to begin with. eyes dilated, taking in every ounce of her defiance. he looked at her pulse, studying her breathing pattern, the way her blood flow increased while heart rate amplified --- but not in fear. in pure adrenaline, as if she too was hunting. it was [ ... ] excitement ? there was a long draw out in the moment, he was drinking in everything. the clawed hand that press against the steel above her tapped at the cold material a few times.

his voice dropped now, into a sibilant, rolling drawl that made every vowel sound like a promise. " you think you are the hunter in this cage. but you forget what i am. i have no use for your submission. i want your struggle. "

[d3athwaltz]

i've hit people for less. / caleb for eddie <3

  STIRRING THE POT STARTERS   …    「✦  a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!    「 i've    hit    people    for    less  」   -   FROM @scumb4gs  /  caleb.          

        " is that any way to speak to the man that loves you ? " tone was gentle, almost appearing heartbroken at those words. but why? why would his chosen bride say such harsh words to him. the groom tilt his head, allowing that blood-shot gaze to sweep over the reagent's shoulders [ ... ] his arms. eddie didn't look at his muscular build with intimidation; he looked at it was a clinical, though patronizing curiosity. like a tailor examining a suit that needs some drastic alterations. " after everything i've done to prepare our home? you break my heart, darling. you really do. " there was a step forward, another inch clipped away between the two of them. & for a moment more eddie held a softness in his features; everything he spoke came from true belief. " oh, look at you. you're panting. that little heart of yours is racing, isn't it? " he took another step, like snipping away another piece of fabric, effortlessly closing in more on caleb. " we can discuss things, my dear. we're going to be together forever, we must learn to have proper conversation. "

[seraphicform]

Aren't we fancy?

[zaratustran]

@d3athwaltz yapped for a starter

" i find it disheartening your master did not see it fit to speak to me themselves. not matter, " clearly it did, because dukane does not bother to hide the disgust that curls her lip as she glares up at him.

von valancius, is it ?? one head of the triune dragon, the wyrm which hoards and suffocates the expanse of koronus proper. a name is not enough to rally the commissar's attention, and this is not the segmentum obscurus; even dukane can not deny the alien's master and her crested, vaunted warrant of trade. a matter of divine mandate, they'd assure her. and she is honoring it — rest assured — by virtue of not splattering his thinking flesh-matter and the skull which houses it across the back wall of her command bridge.

"the interrogator and his ilk might recognize the legitimacy of house von valancius' authority. this is fine for them: i do not. the 53rd posses enough artillery reserve to level the surface of atoma prime fifteen times over. in short, it is that your guns are not big enough for me to care. this is my war to prosecute. i'll speak to the rogue trader, not their dog. "

[d3athwaltz]

        his silhouette was impossibly, unnervingly still while clawed hands were held so perfectly behind his back. there was a wicked smirk that sat on pale features & it was clear that as her insults landed, not one bruised his vanity. no, the dark eldar reacted in subtle movement. the way his chin tilt up slightly, a deep inhale as if he were taking in the scent of his surroundings. it was the rapturous intoxication, how her intensity had merely whetted his appetite. from the moment he made presence it was the striking of fear, hatred, anger that came to him from all directions & it was so [ ... ] stimulating. but from the commissar? there was a sickening sweetness that was unique to her. he was betrayed by the faint twitch of his brow, like a subtle animalistic response to the exquisite thrill humming through his veins.

when he finally moved it was perfected --- calculated in fluidity & disjointed elegance simply unique to the commorite elite. hands still remained held behind him, that smirk now a smile. he utterly invaded her personal space, allowing that thin, tall frame to lean forth & loom. almost appearing as though he was asserting dominance while mocking her height in comparison to his own. " a dog? oh, what a delightfully vicious little mouth you possess, mon-keigh," words laced in a purr, his tone was low but with a velour rasp in which caressed her flesh with all the tender mercy of a flaying knife. " you bare your teeth with such winsome futility. it makes me wonder [ ... ] if i were to sink my fangs into that splendid throat of yours, would the symphony of your screams match the vulgarity of your bark? "

then --- slowly, with calculated, torturous absence of haste, the dark eldar would lean down futher, lifting a single, obsidian clawed glove. there was the threat to lightly track the contours of her jawline but he paused. that fiendish smile twisting further into something darker. hungrier. there was looming pause & then he retracted, arm placed neatly behind his form once more & posture straightened. marazhai swiftly moved past her in a saunter that showed how deep his amusement went with this situation. the sudden snap back to nonchalant when only moments ago he dare visibly display the idea of touching her with sensuality. almost salivating at how much disgust, rage & perhaps shame that would twist within her had he gone through with the action. ah, but he rather play with her first. he was in no desire to rush this.

" you invoke your petty mantle of authority as though your mon-keigh titles could ever shackle my whims. house von valancius is nothing more than a gilded menagerie i deign to grace with my presence [ ... ] & i assure you, i wear no master's collar. " words were drenched in pride & confidence. his steps were slow, barely heard like a predator stalking. marazhai had moved past dukane with precision, only to slowly peer over shoulder, lowering himself again. " so keep denying me. your stubborn pride is a nectar sweeter than you can fathom. you may think you are punishing me, yet you are merely fueling a beast you would give your very soul to keep asleep. you will speak with me, or continue to feed my appetite & discover just exactly how ruinous my gratification can be. "

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.

[allynnajenkins]

[d3athwaltz]

* ⤹ 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚄𝚂   𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙰 ; minor lore summary.

the half-elf child of a noble human man & unknown elven woman --- abandoned by his mother & left with his father, he was neglected & set to take care of himself due to his father fearing the threat of his reputation over his affair & the child that came with it. the absolute scandal it would have been. cassius fell into a madness in that isolation, living in an abandoned wing of his father's estate as the shame. the secret. that is where a hatred grew within in him. denied the knowledge of his elven heritage & denied the birthright to nobility. through it all he coped with his imagination, creating stories & characters with it, learning to steal fabrics, materials to create costumes, & overall survival.

when he could, he would sneak into the grand parties his father threw, watching from the shadows of the world he wasn't allowed to experience. however, it was always the performers that would catch his eye. over the years, cassius spent all waking hours in his imagination, creating, getting lost, & eventually seeking out these performers where he learned skills of acrobatics & contortionism. from one crowd to another he managed to fall into darker groups of thieves & assassins where he finally polished his skills in stealth, theft & related forms of combat, even coming to master & define styles of his own. finally, his first ever contracted kill was his father. a rather disliked man for his greed, cruelty & dishonesty. he then, in that moment, became the master of his fate in one bloody, theatrical stroke.

his face --- the costume ... it is worn to cover who cassius is, what he is, & to have control of how the world views him. his true self was unwelcome. it's now about the performance he chooses to show. the only visible aspects of him are the dual coloured eyes of brown & gold; the eyes of one who is linked to two worlds that never merged as one for him. two sides that he never got to experience. there is a resentment there deep within him. cassius learned to weaponize charm because sincerity never secured him affection from his father, or even really acknowledgement for that matter.

cassius comes to now frequent spaces of nobility but as a haunting poison in their ears. attending their balls & events as a charismatic masked stranger who flirts with every lady & lord, speaks words to brew paranoia & stress, knowing how fragile their egos are & desperate to maintain status & power, causing chaos within the ranks of nobility out of his hatred for them. he is known to take high profile contracts to kill the elite power: nobles, politicians, & the like. he's extremely good at it.

[d3athwaltz]

given all the campaigns i have played with cassius & the muses i've written/developed him with, he leans more naturally as neutral evil. his alignment is still rather complicated & not set in stone. it can wane between chaotic neutral to neutral evil but it depends on the company he is currently keeping. he's just highly adaptable & lacks a strong moral compass tbh. kinda goes into the whole "role" and always in a "performance" kinda thing he has going.

[d3athwaltz]

I cant believe you are fighting other ugly human men wtf

[asphodelles]

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