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Indie Hazad RP Blog; Heavy Headcanon | Cold, Unnerving, Swordsman Character belongs to Mogeko/Okegom! 12+ Years RP Experience! OC Friendly! AU Friendly! M!A Friendly! Tracks his URL: hxzxd URL is pronounced 'Hah-Zahd'

[escalaregalia]

Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.

[hxzxd]

❤ - tumblr user i would date ❣ - an unpopular opinion I have ★ - my personal blog url ❧ - other websites i’m on ✗ - skype ♣ - my nickname ¤ - my real name ♞ - my age ✾ - tv series i love ◎ - relationship status ◆ - my opinion of you ❂ - post a picture of myself

[hxzxd]

"behind the scenes"..."hazad you're awesome."

(◣_◢)- ——“Xeno, must you fuzz over how on would use their weapon?”

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Ω-  "OH COME ON!  I built so many headcanons on weapon usage that you’d be covered head to toe in swords, axes, shields, ARROWS, BOWS—"

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(◣_◢)- ——“Enough.  I do not wish to hear them.  I fear with how you know so much already that you could kill me a second time.”

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Ω-  "FINE!  You’re a huge meaner, Hazad!"

[lxvenderpresident-deactivated20]

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 ❝ GOLDEN EYE❞

[mantxdea]

jade

[mantxdea]

Such deadpan eyes. Eyes that had seen hell twice over, and had emerged from it tenfold that amount. Eyes that stared death and more in the eye, and had kept its gaze. 

The opposite of Odea’s eyes, rather sprightly, arrogant, naive. At the same time, kind and giving, full of life and brilliance.

"I see. How strange, although…I suppose, it’s not bad." He couldn’t judge something that he knew nearly nothing of. Especially when he lived in his own idealistic paradise like he did. The grasshopper therefore lightens up immediately, feeling as if they had passed an irreplaceable milestone in the conversation, and thus could move on in their lives. 

"My name is Odea. And you are…?"  

[hxzxd]

(◣_◢)- The spirit's eyes were near-lifeless, as would be with someone who wasn't alive...but the other held life.  Something he hated for reasons that were personal, but he couldn't bring himself to dislike this one.  They showed kindness, even to one like himself...it was a rarity, one he didn't really dislike but had also held a slight anger toward.  At least this youth wasn't trying to be 'understanding'.  

A small pursing of the lips, and his expression still being unreadable, he figured to speak his name since the other had paid him respect enough to do so.

——“...Hazad.  You're rather...green.”

[rp-ask-box-memes-blog-blog-blog]

My muse drops their journal and your muse reads from it. How does yours react to reading mine’s darkest secrets?

This is sort of like a headcanon meme. What would YOU think would be in my character’s journal?

[hxzxd]

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection

Hair: Yearning

Ear: "I want you to hear me out."

Nose: "You're so cute."

Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion

Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."

Over the heart: "I love you."

Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust

Hip: Interest

Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day

Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"

Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for

Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Chin: Beauty/attractiveness

Thigh: Sympathy/empathy

Calves: "I will cause you pain."

Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

[oniric-multimuse-rp]

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse's body. )

[rxqxiem-deactivated20141113]

☦ - Lifeless eyes gaze coldly, and rather indifferently at the specter. Silently grazing ivory fingers onto his visage with awkward content. The very fact that this thing is living, and breathing; holding a physical form before me. Is nearly breath-taking. Musing that morbid fact in-between acknowledging the latter’s words. Pointed index fingers scratch the air as they point to their master. “I am Mors, son of devil Reficul.” He silently hated the fact that he must state devil next to his mother’s name, yet he couldn’t bring himself to forget the unholy truth that his mother was also an angel.  "Elaborate your existence to me, specter. I am unfamiliar with ghosts such as yourself. I maintain my affinity towards necromancy strictly to bones, and corpses for now." 

[hxzxd]

(◣_◢)-  A rarity had happened, and that was a smile crawling onto Hazad's visage.  This odd individual was asking how he exists, how he lives...odd.  The question was bemusing, and worthy of answer because not only had this Vagrant Spectre come across someone who didn't know of him, but he had met someone who worked with corpses...those whose souls were his essence, his source of energy.  Another thing that caught the Spirit's ears was the fact that this one was the son of a Devil...how neat..

——“You wish to learn of my existence...then I shall tell.  When one dies with their soul at unrest, they return as a spirit that can take form...I am one of such, wishing death on those who have life.  You can guess whoever caused my appearance is no more...but I have enough want of vengeance toward living beings to where I cannot be fully purified without risk of violence to the one purifying...”

His words were calmly spoken, like a teacher to a student who had simply been curious, wanting to learn.  The Vagrant one had never thought of himself good at teaching, since most of the time folks wanted to try and kill him...and he ended up doling their fate to become like the small white flames that sat on their respective tombstones.  One of those said flames could move about, and Hazad's own flame was black as death.

[rxqxiem-deactivated20141113]

☦ - Eyes devoid of life skim around the grave-yard, pacing back and forth until eyes soon; greet a spectral being which stood merely meters away from the death-bringer. Even one as experienced as Mors in necromancy is occasionally surprised by the condensed forms of ghosts; as this one appears to be one who lives off regret, and vengeance. Slouched over in posture, he immediately straightened himself up. Unhealthy cracking, and popping distorted the tense, morbid air within the dead of night.  "…Incorporeal spirit?" Speaking these words in sudden retort of the ghost’s statement; Mors refused to approach the spirit, wary of it’s existence, yet enticed by that very mystery. 

[hxzxd]

(◣_◢)-  Keeping eyes on the other as horrid cracks shot in the air and in his ears, the green haired spectre had to wonder if this one was alright in any terms.  The cracking made this odd one seem ages old in his eyes, but he didn't really think anything of it.  The hallowed being had noted the other's refusal to come over to him, so he figured to close the distance...in short movements.  Typical Hazad, wary of the bones that the other had.

The other male's form had brought a form of questions that wanted answer, the black iris that was the spirit's normal eye had gone to study the owner of life-devoid eyes.  As Hazad had made his movements, the missing limb on his body had produced black mist, which moved like a morbid and gross smoke that swirled behind him...and this smoke had caused tiny flames to flourish, these being smaller and weaker spirits who were curious, and not damaging to any environment.  Unless that environment had Hazad, who was able to use them to bring ruin.

——“…Correct...And you are?”

[hxzxd]

rxqxiem

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(◣_◢)-  He honestly hadn't counted on meeting someone like this...bones on his head like a crown, hands that were bone...Was he dead?  If so, he very much looked it, and Hazad couldn't really detect much life on him.  Maybe the eyes threw him off.  Whatever the case, the Hallowed Spirit had to be sure of things, and not let his guard down.  Cold expression, possible same outlook on life, this one seemed to be a near clone in personality...but of course, one could not assume this, because meeting a fellow dead man would be much better than meeting someone who purified the dead.

And Hazad would rather meet another dead one anyway.  That, and he was just going to watch him for a while.  A long while or until they noticed him.  This was the Vagrant spirit's usual way, and he preferred it to just walking up to someone and beginning a conversation.  As he watched, his eyes couldn't keep off of the bony structure on the other's head, having to wonder why it was there.

——“...Bones.”

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[natsuxkashii]

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[mantxdea]

jade

[mantxdea]

He blinked, absolutely puzzled by the being at hand. He seemed ponderous, and more so distressed Even if his expression was entirely unreadable, the words alone indicated what he felt. 

Or at least what I perceive he feels, Odea mentally sighed.

"Why would there be death…? That would be awful. Everything here is normal, as far as I’m concerned—!! Do you live in a world full of death, then?”

[hxzxd]

(◣_◢)- Dull eyes looked to the jade insect, the golden orb looking lifeless as his black iris had searched the other over... He had to realize that this one didn't like in a world of dead things and spirits, of horrors and hauntings.  This insect had lived in a peaceful world, that seemed so free of pain and agony... Hazad couldn't blame this one, who sported green much like his own hair, because if he had done so, it was unfair.  

The other's words had poked at him, the calm exterior he usually kept being wracked with a very slight tremor.  This verdant gentleman was correct, the Vagrant Spirit did come from another world, but the other seemed unable to read the spirits own expression.  Good.

——“...This is true.  I come from a world were that would be the normalcy, and if that normalcy were gone...there would be nothing. Let me ask...who are you?”

[numne-deactivated20150113]

{ Ω } "No. I do not wish to leave. I will stay here until I deem it is necessary to leave." Her gaze was harsh, staring down the one in front of her. He was seeming to take her presence as a threat, which she was not. To him, at least.

          "I will not harm you, if you do not attack me." She says as a warning.  She will defend herself if it came to that. She turned her back on him deliberately walking away to look around. She did not glance back at him, nor did she seem to notice his presence anymore.

[hxzxd]

(◣_◢)- This girl knew not of the one she spoke to, his threatening manner, the fact that she was a threat to him and those in the world he lived in.  Turning her back..may have been the worst idea, even after saying those words... He had to keep himself from harming her, his body shaking in such antsiness that his hand gripped the blade's hilt.  Those orange flames were coming close to that blade...

Her foolish words, naive in context, did have an effect that kept him in his spot...but did she notice him anymore?  If not, then THAT would be the gravest error, his sword soon being deftly turned to reveal the blade which needed its source of power.

——“...You've made a grave error.  Humans are rather fickle...and I should have remembered this...”

[numne-deactivated20150113]

{ Ω } “I was not looking for a fight in this world.” She states simply, but watched his blade carefully. She was merely interested in this world and its’ residents. Surely he couldn’t begrudge her that?

"I will not fight you if I do not have to. You are not demon-kind." She states simply. And that was all that brought her to this world. There was a demon here somewhere, but this ghost was not it. 

[hxzxd]

(◣_◢)- Her statement seemed odd, as he knew that someone who had half a mind would dare be near his sanctuary.... Though he couldn't leave out that she could be just a curious one who wondered what this place is.  His blade was ready, but not moving. he wouldn't attack her first unless she had no desire to listen to him. He kept his eyes on her, the glowing yellow orb and his normal black iris staying on her.

Her words...

."I will not fight you if I do not have to. You are not demon-kind."

These words were true, yes, but to him they did not matter.  She seemed to have a one track mind, and this made Hazad more irritable, this evident in the amount of reddish-orange flames that seemed to spout from nearby tombstones.

——“You are stubborn...even after a warning from someone who has intent to maim, you wish not to leave...?”

[hxzxd]

((I might take a bit of a nap since I didn't sleep too much.  I'll be back...after nap nap.))