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Norville "Shaggy" Rogers || Literate || 18+ Mun || Role-Playing Account

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My muse is bandaging a wound, send "What happened?!" for their reaction to yours finding them.

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verse:main 

tw; self-harm-ish, blood, depressive thoughts

open: m/f/nb (fwb, one-sided crush [your muse’s side], childhood friend, a sibling or roomate of the person that he’s spending the night with, etc. anything basically)

i told you, no. he doesn’t realize what’s happening at first; large pools of blood dripped down the skin of his arm and swirled down the porcelain white sink. but why are you doing this? he doesn’t recognize the pain right away either, his senses still clouded from the vision. or maybe it was the result of his own denial. “shit...shit..shit” norville has always been a levelheaded person, he’s been similar situations in the past but it would appear his biggest nightmare was finally bearing it’s fangs. i can’t do this anymore, stop it .however this occasion was different; he was not alone nor was he within the safety of his own apartment at the moment. no. talk about bad timing. of course he had to have a vision the one night he decided to spend at someone else’s house. i’m seriously scared. It was unfair. everything was unfair. because i know this will repeat.  the pain has begun to kick in and there is nothing that he can do but watch as the blood continued to flow. do you know how hard it was. do you know how hard it was . there was nothing that he could do now; he wouldn’t dare use their towels to clean himself up and it wasn’t like he could call out to them for help. no. this visions and the consequences that came with them were his own burden. please, stop it now.  his line of sight was hazing over and his blood stained fingers that kept him stable were loosing their grip on the sink.i can’t do this anymore.

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verse:the war between light and darkness (modern fable: the lost chapters au!) 

open; m/f/nb/etc (fellow gang members, bartender, prostitute, anyone related to the underground lifestyle) 

guiding the younger girl through the crowed nightclub, norville held her hand tightly to ensure that she wouldn’t wander off too far. a cigarette hung comfortably between his lips as he scanned the crowd for their target that evening. spotting them near the bar area, he scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way. “josephine wanted to see you...” the man called out over the loud music.  “twinblade will send someone to cover your shift” he stated putting an end to whatever they were doing at the time. the child in his arms is smiling brightly as ever, proudly carrying around her brand new polly pocket set that she had been given earlier in the day. “let’s play together. mr. said we can order pizza and stay up until a million o'clock”  the later half was untrue but he did not argue her statement.

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romantic relationships aren’t something that norville has ever really explored, even before his visions started taking a turn for the worse. it just didn’t flow right with his lightheaded nature. people were great. sex was nice in moderation. but at the end of day he found better fun elsewhere;usually cooped up in his shabby apartment, baked and heavily intoxicated. he didn’t long for anyone nor did he desire to comforted, he was an individual who was content with just having himself. however that sort of mindset tended to result in the man unintentionally upsetting those who he mingled with. it wasn’t personal nor intentional. the person that he had been dancing with has alright, nothing extraordinary or anything but the night was long and their presence seemed like the perfect distraction. whether their encounter would end with them sleeping together was still unclear (not that it mattered. a good time was still a good time) but he couldn’t resist when the stranger suggested ditching the scene for a private smoking session. blame the alcohol.

halfway up the stairs with an unlit cigarette hanging between his lips, he turned his head back at the sound of a familiar voice. his thoughts are a little jumbled but that doesn’t stop him from offering a friendly greeting when he caught their eye. a harmless and lopsided smile accompanied the bright twinkle in his own set of eyes. “i didn’t ask yet” he shrugged in an almost shameless manner, perfectly content with not getting to know the stranger too well. “we’re going for a smoke, you want to come with?” 

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“Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” Kyung honestly didn’t think twice about going to his friend’s place in the middle of the night. He knew what was going to be happening to his friend, the most he could do was be there. The nightmare though, Kyung had hoped to avoid seeing but there wasn’t anything he couldn’t see. His stomach churned as she shook his friend this time and started yelling again for him to wake up. Both of them didn't need to experience this nightmare.

desperate hands reached out to grab onto his bed sheets, his knuckles shifting to a paler tone as he squeezed them. his forehead is drenched in sweat. it’s a new occurrence; a vision sent through a nightmare like state. while he can’t quite decipher the vision as well as he’d normally be capable of, the pain itself as excruciating as ever. no. it’s worse, much worse. his friend’s voice can be compared to lighthouse in the middle of the sea, he can hear them well despite the chaotic nature of the situation yet it’s not enough to bring him back. not yet at least, not until the vision comes to end. gasping for air, exhausted and weary eyes are finally opening after another minute or two of suffering. swallowing back clumped fragments of blood that lingered in his throat, he struggled to speak yet did so anyways. “you’re here?” his body curled inwards, shaking lightly from the intense trauma it had gone through moments before. the skin along sections of his back is broken and tattered, new scars having formed in the process.

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You can find the information regarding his main verse here. Some basic stats + minor background information. I plan to reveal it in more detail through head cannon posts and self paras. Like/Re-Blog this post and I’ll reply to some of your open threads. Message me if you’d like to plot, I’d love to plot to honest. My open starters can be found here.  I’m going to work on drafts/owed replies in the meantime + work on the write up for my second verse.

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the woman’s apology didn't explain who she was or the cause of her intrusion. however he could assume by the cleaner that she held her in hand, that at the very least she wasn’t a real intruder. the mansion had security but his parents had never quite been the strict type. snatching his shirt back up from the floor, he held in front of his myself in a shield like manner. regardless of her reasoning or her identity he wasn’t particular fond of being so exposed in front of someone he had never met. “um. not to be rude or anything. like don’t take this this wrong way---” he began, doing his best to tip toe around the fact that he really didn’t appreciate her presence at the moment without scaring her away or coming off rude. then again it was his room after-all. “but could turn around or something? or leave? you’re cute and all but i’d like to finish changing my clothes”

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norville doesn’t argue the woman’s claim despite already having a solid grasp on how their encounter was going to end. instead he accepted the business card, reading it over briefly before turning his attention back to her. there was no way he was going to stand down and allow her to pass, an order was an order and twinblade wasn't one to trifle with at the moment, having fallen into another one of his dangerous mood swings. however that didn’t mean he couldn’t compromise given the importance of her message. “i will notify him of your arrival. you may not pass through until he has given his approval” he declared, dipping his head in a slight bow. turning his back to her momentarily, he pushed the door forward and peaked his head inside. he doesn’t make it very far though, barely missing the whisky glass that’s hurled in his direction followed by a series of inaudible curses. his forehead was been grazed by some of the glass but the man paid it little mind, ignoring the slow stream of blood that gradually trickled down. “as stated before. he is not seeing anyone right now. you may wait down in the main floor. due to the inconvenience you won’t have to pay for your drinks. or you can come back another time”

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his detachment from the people in his past was not done with malicious intent nor was he particular proud of loosing so many valuable connections. it was merely the consequence of the path that had been chosen for him. therefore for a brief moment, he can’t help but stare back at her fondly; momentarily forgetting about the insecurities he had regarding his scars. most people would of compared it to seeing a ghost but given both their circumstances, he knows that she’s real. snapping back to reality, he released a light chuckle at her demand. “you’re one to talk. showing up out of the blue and all. enough to give a person a heart attack. ten years and you still haven’t learned to knock” a playful tone accompanied his words, too playful. his own attempt at hopefully shifting the attention off what she had seen. “what are you doing here anyway?” he asked between fumbling for a new shirt, settling for a light sweater. “did something happen?” hesitance. concern. regret.“i mean, your timing is just a little weird is all. i didn’t expect to see you here” fate was really cruel at times. it would of been nicer to have seen her again before their lives had spiraled off into their own wastelands of pain. it would of been nicer if they had reunited under happier conditions. fate was indeed cruel. “i missed you”

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twinblade has never been the type to cause a fuss over nothing and while norville isn’t completely informed on the matter at hand, something definitely felt off this time around. the mood felt darker than usual. much darker. therefore it was in in everyone’s best interest that no additional conflict was stirred up for the rest of the evening.no one was getting through that door, not without a fight at least. “take a step closer and you won’t be leaving here in one piece” he stated in a matter of fact tone, not above resorting to extreme violence in order to fulfill the order that he had been given. “and...i don’t believe in warning shots” there would be no seconds chances if the other tried to pass through again. “you’ll have to come back some other time. unless you’re willing to die for what you have to say, it can wait” eventually another bandit would appear and they’d switch shifts but in his current state, the wait seemed longer than it actually was.  “i’m fine, just need a little fresh air”

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"that's very impressive” norville had a lot of respect toward those who worked in the medical field, with his health spiraling further down the drain with each passing day he was even more appreciative of their efforts. “not quite” his words are followed by a light chuckle. at least she didn’t ask if he was a thug. it seemed that that’s what most people assumed when they noticed his scars. “i guess, i should introduce myself at this point. norville rogers. if i were to describe what i do, i’d say...something similar to a private investigator. except with demons and possessed children” he reached into his pocket before holding out a business card for her to take that read the following in small print: mystery incorporated ‘we help the helpless’ and a small write up about their investigative work and supernatural extinguishing abilities. “we’ve got a little office and everything. and a van as well. you might see every now and then. it really stands out” he referred to the van’s iconic blue, green and orange coloring. and that he held out his other hand for her to shake, a symbol of officially introducing themselves. it would appeared that his so called crappy morning wasn’t so bad after all; he was finally going to get some caffeine and a potentially hostile interaction had worked out quite so far. plus, she was kind of pretty too.

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verse: main 

open: f/m/nb/etc (staff; chef, maid, security, old friend from childhood, socialite, an acquaintance of his parents, etc)

location: his parent’s mansion

he doesn’t come around often. he doesn’t want them to worry anymore. doesn’t want to risk exposing too much of himself and have them find out about his failing health and battered skin. he couldn’t do that to his parents, not after everything that they went through. therefore it was easier to just stay away most of the time.  however his father’s birthday was coming up soon and he figured it would be only right to show his face a bit beforehand, spend a couple of days at the residence. picking through the closet of his old room, he’s in the process of changing out of his suit for something more causal and comfortable to wear for his visit. tossing his shirt aside, he can’t help but catch his reflection in a nearby mirror; an unpleasant glimpse of reality. his skin is bruised in various areas, deep scars (old and new alike) coating his body like a second skin. normally he’d be too far gone to care, either stoned or heavily intoxicated. however he had made the effort to cut back while he was visiting, not wanting to upset his parents. therefore he couldn’t help but get a little lost in thought as he stared at himself, failing to notice the person who had (probably) unknowingly walked into his room thinking it was empty.

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You can find the information regarding his main verse here. Some basic stats + minor background information. I plan to reveal it in more detail through head cannon posts and self paras. Like/Re-Blog this post and I’ll reply to some of your open threads. Message me if you’d like to plot, I’d love to plot to honest. My open starters can be found here.  I’m going to work on drafts/owed replies in the meantime + work on the write up for my second verse.

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verse:the war between light and darkness (modern fable: the lost chapters au!) 

open: f/m/nb/etc (fellow gang members, rival gang members, undercover cops, prostitutes, servants, drug dealers, anyone working or connected with the underground lifestyle) 

”twinblade isn’t seeing anyone right now. no exceptions.  you’ll have to come again some other time.” norville extended his arm forward to block the other from attempting to enter the room behind him.  he’s been guarding the door to the other man’s private quarters for approximately two hours, his emotionless stare managing to stay in tact despite the fact that the discomfort that came from standing in one place for so long. the loud music playing from the main floor of the nightclub boomed through both his eardrums, sending faint piercing sensations to his forehead area and warned him of an upcoming headache. having not quite fully recovered from their last ‘outing’ he’s not in the best of conditions that evening, feeling exceptionally worn out.

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reaching over the counter to accept his change, he dumped a handful of quarters in the tip jar before stepping aside to wait for his order. “don’t sweat it, it’s not a big deal” he responded when the stranger offered to pay him back, stuffing his wallet inside his jacket. his friends were always on case for spending his money so frivolously but it wasn’t like he could bring it any of it with him when he died therefore he saw no point in saving it. “doctor? nurse?” norville asked when he finally gave her a proper glance, noting her scrubs and the similarity in his worn out expression to her exhausted appearance. “we just end up might be seeing each other often then.  which hospital do you work at? or is it a a clinic?” while some might consider his questions rude or nosy, he doesn’t mind the small talk. he’s always been a curious and talkative person, even if it did land him in hot water sometimes. “either way, you don’t have to worry about paying me back. think of it as a citizen paying their dues. you’re a life savior after-all”  he broke out into somewhat of a smile, the best that he could muster up in his current state.

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severely sleep deprived and running on a hangover that’s somehow lasted for nearly an entire week, his condition is far from being at it’s peak. straggly looking hair, swollen eyes and scarred skin; he’s beginning to look more like something that’s crawled it’s way out of the devil’s asshole than a proper civilized human being. it can’t be helped, the gang had recently landed an important case that required every hand on deck. working with possessed children never ended well for anyone. he had originally planned on spending the morning doing some extra research on different unbinding spells before heading back to the office to consult the gang on his findings but he can’t seem to find the energy to get there at the moment. instead the man finds himself lounging around in the cafe across the street from his scrappy apartment, waiting in line to get breakfast. despite his exhausted appearance, his appetite is still in full force. however it would appear that the person in front of him is struggling to pay for their meal, having spent the last five minutes scrounging around their wallet for a card that wasn’t going to decline. norville isn’t an impatient person but after the third decline, he can’t stand around anymore. leaning over their shoulder with a hazy gaze before pushing some crumpled bills onto the counter.  “i’ll take an extra large iced smoked butterscotch latte, three egg and cheese sandwiches, a mixed fruit bowl and i’ll cover whatever they’re getting as well”  his intention wasn’t malicious but he needed his caffeine and he needed it yesterday now and their struggle was only causing an inconvenience for the other customers.