[eatsgods]

Genre: Supernatural, Mystery, Action, Horror & “Death Game-genre”

❝ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 [ … ] 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐍— — 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄. ❞ — 𝐑𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧.

#EATSGODS . 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 deconstruction 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨; 𝐀 𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 & CELESTIAL HORROR. This is; 𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐡ā𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐚. 𝐀𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 WORK OF FICTION Based on ; 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒 & 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐘 & 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 mainly ; 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 , 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 && 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍.

  CARRD 

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠  𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 ( 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 ) : 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡,  𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝  𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭,  𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬. 𝐃𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥: 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞 & horror 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝, but will be DISCUSSED . 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐏 𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬.

Disclaimer: Despite Rohan being a “heroic figure” in his own mind, he, due to complicated political lore structure and regime is a VILLAIN. Be mindful before interacting because I will not hold back character accuracy.

[eatsgods]

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[eatsgods]

𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑—a legendary myth brought forth. Any player in the game of gods and monsters received the notification, and many answered.

Her life, once defined by hiding from her family, now descended further into madness. Strange individuals began to hunt her for her skin, each encounter edging closer to death. Friends could not be trusted, for some of these hunters could masquerade as them. Reality could not be trusted, for some of them could warp it. If she asked for a reason, they gave none. She was not seen as a person, but as prey to be hunted. After all, lions did not inquire for the opinion of sheep.

Deprivation of sleep was a common occurrence, and the thought of death appeared more appealing than life itself. Yet, she clung to life. There she was, working under yet another guise as a cashier in a gas station. Those hunting her in black robes had not appeared for weeks, until—just as she was about to end her shift—the lights began to flicker, the air grew thick, and for a moment, it was as if night turned to day. Everything seemed distorted for an moment

There he was, sitting on the counter, wearing a black cap, Hawaiian shirt, short-shorts, and flip-flops, drinking a slush-puppy. “Well, well, well what would ya know… you ARE a dragon. I wonder how changing forms and back will work for your clothes,” he mused, eyeing her. Raven black hair and gold-colored eyes… yet what was most distinguishing were the scars that trailed all over his body like a road map. These scars… weren’t just on his skin, they transcended to the soul. This phenomenon was something that even the supernatural would fear, for he was not part of the “natural order.” He was of the part that would tear it all down.

[joroghoul]

Dread overcame every single one of her senses. Eyes glance over at the growing filth, waiting impatiently for it to finish manifesting. She could only hope that she could spare it of her technique ( well spare herself, there was nothing she hated more than that damned curse ), she had a cursed tool on her and she’d much rather use that. What was supposed to be a simple errand for her ❛ beloved ❜ had grown to be something more tasking ( why couldn’t he have sent Mitora? She always relished in any opportunity to showcase her talents ).

Shini takes a moment, inhaling sharply to ground herself, attempting to ease her nerves and rid herself of any lingering doubt. That’s when she catches it, the sight of the man perched up on the highest fire escape. Her brows knit together, a sudden expression of irritation dancing across tired features. Was he waiting for a grand performance?

Attention snaps back to the spirit before her, it had finally finished its ❛ transformation ❜. Its ashy skin seeming almost translucent as it wrapped around bone, seeming as if it was going to rip apart with a sudden movement, its teeth resembling a sabertooth. Clearly it had been born from feelings of human starvation. And it’s hungry.

❝ Do you get off to things like this? ❞ Voice rings out into the direction of the man, her tone filled to the brim with aggravation. ❝ I thought men liked getting in on the action, not just watching, or do you just have a fetish? ❞

Fingers grasp on tightly to karambit knives, one held in each hand. Best suited for close range, hopefully she’ll make quick work of this thing, or she could just dodge and dodge and make it his problem.

[eatsgods]

— — 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 ! ? More interestingly, she managed to perceive him. Fear seemingly steeled itself into courage the moment she brandished her blades. It was upon this transformation that it finally took on a tangible form. Just as he was about to leap the fire escape, he heard her accusation, dripping with disdain.

“F-f-fetish?” he echoed, slipping by accident. A deadpan look stared into nothingness— ( or rather at you, the reader ) —as he fell upside down. Curiously, he descended with a speed not fitting his weight, murmuring, “She thinks I get off on this? What the hell… It’s Narada that’s the creepy one, not me…” He quickly shook his head and yanked himself back to reality. He had a curse to exorcise. As if defying gravity itself, his body turned until his feet hit concrete. Energy, cursed and malevolent, gathered around his left hand. His cursed technique was not made to work in tandem with others—like gravity, it was a force of nature itself.

“Rakshasa: Air Rendering,” he pronounced, flicking his finger. What followed was not a faint draft, but rather a gale that blew the spirit against a wall, freeing her for the time being.

“That spirit… now that it has your scent, it won’t leave your ass unless we exorcise it. So let’s. I can teach you manners later,” he exclaimed, clenching his fist and gritting his teeth.

[eatsgods]

@ak4rin

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒— — that was today's lesson. The students were tasked with finding him, while he remained hidden. In essence, he could sleep while they did all the work.

With his cursed energy nullified to a degree that would make even one with a Heavenly Restriction ENVIOUS, he lounged on the school rooftop. His hat obscured his face as he lay on his back, hands cradling his head in a posture of serene repose.

[eatsgods]

STARTER CALL

[ak4rin-moved]

any other moment that tone would have pissed her off, to hell with the wasting money because it seems perhaps he has it coming - but she wants to play good for the sake of her mission, not causing too much unwanted trouble having the priority over everything. "mhm, afraid not." head shakes lightly as grin spreads over lips. "could use some lessons." gaze drops on his hand, watching as he pays for her drink. oh well.

statement met with a curios hum, akari takes a sip of her drink, her gaze darting over neon lights circling the fighting arena. if watching previous matches had taught her anything, he comes with the sort of power that if she could get just close enough, could get her further up the list and to whoever is behind the disappearances. "i'm not backing away from the match." and it's final.

"plus for all you know, i could win against you." tone is confident but she's well aware that her odds are quite low - her current opponent, she could win just fine. this one? she better start thinking about a few strategies already. "... unless there's something in it for me, then maybe i could reconsider."

[eatsgods]

𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍. 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄— — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐇. He had orchestrated the deaths of countless souls, their noble blood tracing the path of his trials. He did not flinch at the thought of it.

And yet, to those he deemed unworthy of his wrath, he remained a pacifist. In truth, he abhorred unnecessary violence. "For all I know—?" he began, echoing her words. "That's the thing: I don't know much, but I do know one thing." Clearing his throat, he continued, "Let's discuss what interests you, and I'll make you an offer you can't refuse," he said, mimicking Don Vito Corleone as he took a sip of whiskey.

( This woman... Is she sizing me up or checking me out ? ) In that moment, his golden eyes glowed slightly as he "selected" her. Her height, weight, muscle mass, bone density, heart rate—all became visible and mapped before him. "Interesting," he murmured, noting that something about her was amiss, not genuine. It piqued his curiosity.

Positioning himself smoothly, he brought his face inches from hers and locked eyes. "I am waiting."

[eatsgods]

@joroghoul

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓— —someone watched her—or rather, something. Her senses, heightened to a level beyond human, wrought nothing but ANXIETY. Seemingly, nothing was there. Until... fingers stretched out from her shadow, reaching for her SKIN.

Was this a CURSE ? Or the stuff NIGHTMARES are made of ? As the ambiguous mass took form, teeth emerged, ready to devour her. And upon the fire escape of this dark alley, a man sat. Clad in a Hawaiian shirt, short-shorts, flip-flops, and a black cap, he drank from his milkshake, watching the events unfold. Waiting for the right moment. Unless this curse fully revealed itself, killing it was IMPOSSIBLE.

"C’mon, lil’ guy, come out... don’t be shy, obviously you’re a grower not a shower. " the mysterious man mused to himself.

[vilecovet-deactivated20240629]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓? this man was terrifying; she'd rather him scream at her, try to injure, or fight her, not bend down on one knee to prove his devotion. not only was it off-putting, but she had already given her heart to a man before, and it ended with him throwing her out of their marital home.

men were nothing but liars, abusers, and assaulters, selfish and concerned only with what interested them. this rohan wasn't any different, she just knew it in her bones, and it was much, much easier to hate and blame him than to admit her own lack, her own insecurities. her anger fizzled out, arms folding under her breasts. cheeks puffed, she avoided his eyes and grumbled.

“ you don't have to do all of this, you know. if you want sex, we can work something out. coming after my heart is uncalled for. ” she crouched in front of him, hands resting on her knees. “ the last man i trusted left me to die, and you expect me to give you my heart so easily? ”

peeking up at him, kagura assessed his expression and sighed. “ perhaps you can explain your intentions tonight. be my date at the party, and i'll hear you out. ” she raised a finger. “ but if you're just waiting to betray me, so long as you have water in your veins, i will make your organs implode all at once. i don't care if i die, so long as you die with me. ”

[eatsgods]

"𝐖-𝐖𝐇𝐀... 𝐍𝐎, 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓— —" Words stuttered, falling short, incomplete. ( Does she really think it was all for that ? ) Damned if it was, damned if it wasn’t. Shaking his head, he quickly dispelled the thought. Many of his followers had tried to seduce him; many he had refused. Some sought to please him, others hoped to bear a miracle child, but none had ever been so blunt as she.

“Your date ? You wanted to slice my dick off a whole 4 seconds ago...” he muttered, standing up and adjusting the brim of his hat, regaining his composure. “I NEED to protect you from a coupla uninvited guests at the party. Ideally, I'd take them out first. Can't let you bite the dust, can't let them walk free. Simple.” He paused, their eyes locking again. “Can we get off the water already? And for the love of God, put something on. You're... distractin’.”

Trying to act unaffected by her form, he marched off the water with his hands buried in his pockets and took a seat on her sofa. “Alright, it’s settled. Until death do us part then. I do need a matching suit.”

[ak4rin-moved]

neon lights of opulent sliding doors haunt her in dreams ... so close yet out of her reach in an endless circle that seems impossible to break. when they do open for her, she can understand why they say hell is empty and all the devils are here - richest ( and sickest ) names in the country having a seat of honor in a pit that does nothing but remind how little other people's lives mean to these men.

"i saw you place a bet on me losing the match," easy going smile is offered as she takes a seat at the counter, arm raised to flag the bartender. "the usual please." polite nod is given when glass of scotch is placed in front of her, yet gaze immediately darts back to the new face in the club. "i'll have you know, i never lose." a pause to down her liquor. "you might want to change that bet ... unless losing money is your thing."

@eatsgods

[eatsgods]

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒— —all poured into a glass shoved his way. Upon scrutinizing the board, he didn't hesitate regarding the wager; he PREYED on her downfall. Engaging in combat with women wasn't something he relished. Given his predicament, however, he had to conquer the entire gauntlet to uncover the Jujutsu knowledge he sought. His golden eyes, veiled by raven locks, shifted from his drink to the woman as she settled beside him.

"That seat was ta—ah, it's YOU. Didn't your parents teach you not to talk to strangers?" he spoke somewhat teasingly. Nonchalantly, he reached into his pocket for the yen and paid for her drink in advance. "Well... truth be told..." He paused, adjusting his posture to face her. Black trousers, a white tank top, and a black hat—mundane compared to the myriad scars that mapped his body. Presumably, the reason why most fighters steered clear of him, but not her. She was different.

"Whoever wins the next match faces me. And you're way too cute to get your ass beat in a way you DON’T like."

[eatsgods]

No matter the verse, Rohan always fights corruption, becomes unhinged and tragically dies and I love that for him😫

[vilecovet-deactivated20240629]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆? kagura could not decipher; it didn’t matter when the air grew heavier, thick, unable to breathe in. her eyes flit up, pupils dilating in fear as her brain thrashed between fight, flight, or freeze. what a frustrating prey response—until her hunger not only pushed to the forefront, but opened herself wide, devouring that heaviness in the air without having to lay a hand on him.

that had never happened before, but she’d also never met anyone as strong as him, with unyielding, delicious vitality that filled her as if she’d had bowls and bowls of the finest wagyu. with him, she could reach a strength she had not achieved in centuries. pacified, for now, she thought over his words almost in a daze. people would kill her tonight. damn, she had not selected a successor yet. and what would they do to her body? how exactly would she die? decapitation? stabbings? dismemberment? would they defile her afterward? would she even be allowed the dignity of a burial? and this one, obviously trying to coerce her into something, made her feel trapped, cornered.

she hated it.

“ you didn’t finish. if i don’t join you, i’ll die. you may even kill me yourself. what value does my life have to you? ” the blade melted, and she stepped up to him with fierce eyes, rising on her toes, chin lifted. “ am i to believe you’ll protect me? or are you trying to lead me to a humiliating death? if you are truly here without malice, submit to me. get on your knees and show me you are no threat. ”

[eatsgods]

“𝐌𝐄— ? 𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?” His voice, laced with incredulity, echoed through the chamber. At the mere suggestion, any of his followers would have sought to end her life. He was a being who had transcended earthly understanding, a paragon of strength capable of ending her existence then, and there. Him groveling down before a spirit ? It was absurd. Absurd to anyone else, but to him, it was the key to her heart. Some demanded miracles—curing the ill, walking on water, flight. But her loyalty to him stemmed from something entirely different. It was something that would make any other man hesitate, but not him ( and thus so ; truly distinguishing himself from men).

It was like a twisted nuptial, an unspoken bond that only she could acknowledge, and he would accept. A spark reignited in his eyes, which had been devoid of life moments before. “I see,” he exclaimed, a genuine smile scorched across his visage as he nonchalantly discarded the flowers. “‘Scuse my bad manners,” he added, referring to the discarded bouquet, a materialistic gesture that paled in comparison to genuine action. Without breaking eye contact, he briefly lifted his hat, his bloodied fingers threading through his hair as he adjusted it. His aura shifted, focusing his intent from feet to knee as he gracefully lowered himself before her. “Allow me to carry the weight. The weight of your heart. Join me.”

[eatsgods]

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[vilecovet-deactivated20240629]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐘? As he approached, instincts pushed kagura back, keeping tight hold on the fear spreading through her chest. she was an apex predator, a monster; nothing and no one was above her. green eyes cutting, she barely listened to his words. what did he mean, everything she worked for . . . was in danger?

was that a threat?

and yet, he stood in the middle of a boiling pit of water, trying to boast of his abilities and assert his dominance. god, she hated men who didn't know their place. brows raised under a thick black fringe, aggravated with his audacity. and to think she would touch him? ( although. . .he did look tantalizing, like a fresh piece of meat prancing into her private quarters. )

“ move, and i'll slice your dick off. ” her hand flicked, water droplets coagulating into a levitating blade pointed at his crotch. the pool's boiling temperature dropped as she treaded the water's surface, slowly circling him, sizing up his height, his build, the power he radiated.

was he some kind of demon? a sorcerer? an enhanced mortal?

she'd remember if he were an old client. facing him, her brow arched, indignant. “ you damn near kill me with your stupid entrance and now you demand things? you must want to fight because no man i heed would do such a thing. fix my ceiling! ”

[eatsgods]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃— he watched as an element of nature itself bent to her will. ( No, that appeared to be the wrong assumption. ) She was in tune with it, as if it were an extension of her very own body. Praise gave way to dread as she formed the blade in front of his member, THREATENING to lop it off.

“S-sorry for nearly killing you ?” he stammered before his mind trailed elsewhere, to another elsewhen. On the roof, his handler and he discussed whether they would SAVE or ERADICATE Bunni themselves. Kagura, being a spirit wrought from nature itself, boasted an extreme amount of points. Any player would not think twice about killing her. She would be on the RUN, watching her EVERY step, NEVER finding peace. Her empire and everything she had worked for would collapse by the jest of the Outer Ones. Inattentive, he listened to portions of the lost files of her past they could uncover. Sadness overwhelmed him. That was no way for a woman to live, especially not one who had endured so much turmoil. It was the main reason why he personally made a bouquet of flowers— the flowers. “idiot!” was the thought that yanked him back to reality.

In that instant, a thickness filled the air, his mere presence alone captivating. What once appeared like an ordinary individual now stood before her like a force. The facetious facade melt and gave way to the true persona underneath. In that moment it appeared like time itself came to a halt to heed his words. The twisted waltz of DOMINANCE between the two stopped in motion. This could not be mistaken as an arrogant showcase of power: this was an absolute.

“I am unlike any man that came before you,” he stated. “Tonight, at that gala of yours, people will come for your life. And believe me when I tell you: they will succeed.” Once more, despite being able to fight her, he chose not to. Instead, he offered her the roses; he offered himself. “Let’s join forces. You can call me Rohan.”

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Considering I’ll be slapping a PSD on this for graphics: Here is Rohan’s full illustration!

[eatsgods]

REAL NAME. : ■■■■ ( forbidden by the Outer Ones to pronounce ) , goes by : ROHAN.

⤷ Derived from the Sanskrit root "रोह" (roha) , which means to ”ASCEND” or ”CLIMB”.

. EPITHET ╱ TITLE ( S ). : The Dark Messiah , False Prophet , Avatar of The Faceless One, The Outcaste, Mophead, Scar - face

. BOON. : Inverted Blessing : Vikarma

. ORIGIN. : Enlightened - Human / Vessel of an Outer One

. GENDER. : Male ( current avatar )

. HEIGHT. : 6 ′ 0 ″ / 182 . 88 cm

. WEIGHT. : 203 lbs ( 93 , 00 kg )

. AGE. : Reincarnated through numerous lifetimes ( born , 515 B C E ) / current avatar , early - thirties

. OCCUPATION. : Death Cult Leader, Insurgent, 𝙳𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙰 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 contestant

. AFFILIATION. : The DHARMA ORGANIZATION , Revolutionary Army ( Leader ) , Criminal underworld

Tathāgata /təˈtɑːɡətə,təˈθɑːɡətə/ an Exalted one : a finder of truth : one who has attained spiritual perfection. Protectors and mediators of the Human Realm are those who genuinely want to correct the world around them.

They are often mistaken as psychics, geniuses or the messiah of their age— — a rouse. They are contestants in a death game and forced to fight otherworldly beings and protect mankind under false pretenses. They are individuals handpicked by the outer beings, life - forms humans refer to as Gods.

APPEARANCE.

Rohan's complexion bears the dark hue of sunlit wheat, subtly alluding to his low societal standing. His head is crowned with a riot of messy black curls, occasionally adorned with contemporary headgear.

Despite his esteemed status, Rohan's attire exudes a nonchalant air, often opting for half-buttoned Aloha shirts, shorts, and flip-flops. His eyes blaze with the intensity of wildfire, while his body bears the strains of past karmic cycles, scars tracing intricate patterns across his skin.

Beneath his relaxed demeanor lies a physique sculpted by dedication, displaying well-developed musculature and silent strength.

PERSONALITY.

Rohan is a complex individual, exuding intelligence and charisma, effortlessly. He's flippant in his interactions, arrogant and harbors no respect for authority, nobility and the oppressive ruling upperclass— he loathes them.

Behind his charming demeanor lies a second, hidden and merciless entity, driven by his Dharma— his soul’s purpose. Like a flame, it attracts those looking for hope, like a flame demands and subjugates those that stand in the way of his self-righteous justice. This duality of the soul is often the reason of his underlying depression. Where “duty” and “morality” tear his very being apart at every thought. His intelligence and charisma make him magnetic, but his soul’s purpose make him a formidable and unpredictable presence.

Despite his allure, Rohan's inner darkness casts a shadow over his interactions, leaving those around him wary of his true intentions— — a Byronic hero spiraling into darkness.

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𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘—belonging by rank, title, or birth to the aristocracy. Those born LUCKY, while the majority should consider themselves fortunate just to be born. Rohan's hatred for the nobility was deep-seated, his loathing of those of noble blood UNMATCHED.

So, it came as no surprise that they played a pivotal role in his uprising. Over the span of two weeks, several noble families were brutally slaughtered. Man, woman, and child—all were indiscriminately MURDERED. Their only crime: their birthright.

Rumors spread that the killings were the work of the Cult, a shadowy group spoken of only in whispers. And now, they were coming for Nunnally. Guards were posted, their mansion fortified, soldiers armed to the teeth. But it mattered not.

The night was pierced by the sounds of screams, bones crushing, and flesh tearing. Following the chaos, a soft and polite knock was made on the door of her quarters.

@lured-into-wonderland