Repo Man!

Liera Bianchi — a Repo! The Genetic Opera original character — also known as the Fashionista Serial Killer. 

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      color  him  intrigued  with  the  new  companion  who’s  pleasure  in  gore  is  incredibly  obvious . he  hums  a  breath  as  blue  eyes  lazily  look  down  at  canister , corpse , and  the  man  between  both : at  least  he   did  what  he  loved .        ❝     micheal ,     ❞     he  said  back  slowly , smile  forming  faintly  on  cautious  lips .    ❝     liera , that’s  not  a  very  common  name : does  it  mean  something ?     ❞

“Micheal—pretty name.” Liera pauses and shrugs his shoulders. “It’s a surname, usually, from what I know—and the name of a popular prosthetic company where I come from. I believe I’m distantly related to the owner. So it’s—it’s a family name I suppose.”  He’s not sure why he’s nervous. Perhaps because this man is so pretty? 

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Would anyone like to plot out something? I would like more threads for my boy!

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        A  FAMILIAR  SCENE  PLAYS  OUT  BEFORE  HIM , his  eyes  captured  in  it’s  final  act  as  he  watches  expert  hands  remove  precious  beating  vessel  from  victims  ribcage . familiar  for  their  world ? no , familiar  for  who  michael  is . he  is  captured  for  the  moment , ocean  eyes  staring  at  opposite  hues  before  flashing  up  to  the  man  who  spoke . he  hides  away  smile  from  his  lips , the  very  chatty  and  even  good  humored  greeting  so  off  putting  to  the  entire  situation . with  a  tilt  of  his  head  he  turns  curious , smiling  politely .     ❝     i’m  doing  well , thank  you . and  for  you ? business  booming  as  it  ought  to  be ?      ❞

Mahogany colored gaze slowly flickers up to the man before him once more—what a beautiful sight! Nearly as beautiful as the man split open before him. “I’m always doing well when I’m doing this job.” His grin is predatory—there’s no need to hide the fact that he is someone dangerous, someone a little unhinged from reality. This man gives off a. . .comforting vibe. “I’m getting called in to work on my days off these days—not that I mind. This is a job to be done with love, after all.” He’s feeling chatty—chattier than usual. “I’m Liera.” He stands to his full height, cradling the container in his arms. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

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He’s ripping out the man’s heart when the other approaches—he’s in uniform now, though his mask is cracked and ruined. If it was one of his personal kills he’d be panicked, but this is different. This is just all in a day’s work. “Oh—” His smile is soft & joyful. He is only truly at peace when he is killing. “How do you do?” Eyelashes flutter as he places the heart in a container. Ever so carefully—this is a job done with love! 

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Starter call! Like the post, get a thing!

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indie repo! the genetic opera original character — 18+ only — very nsfw — found at @harvesterns ( this is a sideblog ! will follow back by @zydratetm )

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“Shh, try not to move so much.” It’s hard for Liera to be gentle—even harder when displays of violence fill him with so much excitement. He is not in uniform today so he is able to play the abashed onlooker. Only a fool would try to stop a repo man from doing his job. . .and this man is definitely a fool. “Doctor...Tadashi.” The nameplate on the office at least lets him know who he’s caring for. 

“It’s not your fault.” He’s already moving to lift the man off the pavement. He doesn’t ask for permission. After all, if he’s going to take care of this idiot doctor there’s probably medical equipment inside. “Try not to look at the body.” He can’t shield Tadashi’s eyes while he’s holding him, but a part of him wishes that he could. Some people just aren’t meant to see that kind of gore. Cleaners will come by soon and take care of the body—take care of the mess—and then it’ll be like nothing ever happened. “That’s a nasty head wound. I’ll help you take care of it, if you’d like.” Liera is carrying him back into his office—away from the body and away from the madness. 

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When he sees her it’s as if someone has set his heart aflame—stunningly beautiful. The type of beauty that would  make angels weep. He falters. Hands hang limply at his sides as he feels his heart race. 

“Mom—?” 

Your mother is dead! You saw him take her heart! 

“Is that you?” 

His hands want to shake but he does not allow it. He is a grown man—he will not show such weakness. No, this woman cannot possibly be his mother. His mother died when he was nine. He saw it happen. He saw it happen. 

Her eyes are wrong, you idiot. What were you thinking? 

Leira shakes his head. Just like that the image of his mother is gone. This woman—he knows this woman—the woman that gave her eyes away to be free of Geneco. ( Maybe he could give her eyes. Pretty eyes. Eyes that look his his mother’s.)

“Sorry. . . You just. Looked like someone important to me.” He tries to shake off the strange feeling in his chest. God, he hasn’t felt like he’s had a home in years. Why is the fact that he’s going home to an empty shell of a house so worrying to him now? 

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