HE KEPT HIS distance , putting a considerable amount of space between himself and the vigil , watching with a quiet sense of awe and vague curiosity . all of these people either loved , respected , or despised balthazar , for one reason another . yet here they all were . bringing the flask clutched in his palm to his lips , the agent takes a long drink . he was leaving the agent persona behind tonight ( though was an agent really ever off duty ? ) and though this wasn’t his type of scene - not anymore anyway - it was a hell of a lot better prospect than ANOTHER empty hotel room . hearing footsteps approach behind him , he lets out a humorless chuckle . ❝ i’m not here to cause problems . ❞ raising up the uncapped flask in his hand as if it were some type of proof before extending it in invitation . ❝ go ahead , help yourself . ❞
❝ You’ll be the exception. ❞ His decision to even turn up to the vigil for Balthazar Caito had been an extremely last minute one. There were too many variables in this situation that could turn Roman’s evening from FUN to a DISASTER in the blink of an eye— The main variable being his ex-boyfriend and current assassin, Buzz. ( On the list of people he had scorned during his life, an assassin might have been one of his more foolish mistakes..and god knows he had made plenty of them. ) ❝ Nobody comes to this city who doesn’t want a little bit of trouble, ❞ He’s more chatty than usual tonight, maybe it’s the product of his environment or the six whiskeys he has already poured down the hatch.
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ paul wesley + cismale + he/him — have you met Roman Kowalski? they are a thirty six year old known around town as the reticent. they’ve been in the gang life for eight years, and currently work for the gang as a arms dealer. they are a bisexual gemini, which means they are resilient + observant, as well as reticent + secretive. a trunk full of weapons, multiple passports with different names, worn leather boots. × kevin. twenty five. he/him. gmt. ×
it’s ya boy kevin, back at it again with another muse !! honestly i’m surprised i haven’t brought a paul wesley muse in sooner, but better late than never right? it’s past midnight so let me apologise in advance for this messy intro and its general sense of being all over the place.. i’ve had a hundred and one different ideas for roman in my head
CHARACTER INFORMATION
roman was twelve years old when his parents were gunned down right in front of him, leaving him an orphan and a bastard !! rather than being given to church or state, roman headed for a part of the city that had been dubbed THE BARREL. it was a cold, damp and ugly corner of the city for children who had no where else to go ( or somebody to hide from )
roman spent six years of his life living on the streets in the barrel, where he did unspeakable things in order to survive — he was a sad, scrawny, polish little thing when he first arrived. easy pickings for anybody, and that’s exactly what he was for the first year; an easy target. other wayward children stole his supplies he had scavenged, ate his food while he slept and kicked him until he stayed down when he tried to get up.
after that roman toughened himself up, he was going to die if he didn’t. he started breaking into what he thought was an abandoned boxing gym on the outskirts of the barrel, but he soon discovered it was owned by a local gang that was trafficking heroin, cocaine and other kind of narcotics through the gym ( turns out punching bags make a damn good hiding place for several kilos of cocaine )
the owner caught him one night, trying to steal his weapons && threatened to break his legs if he ever showed his face in his boxing gym again. roman laughed in the man’s face, he’d been stealing his product for months without him realising and only got caught now because he wanted to get caught.
roman was clever, meticulous and observant. every plan of his was planned out to the last minute detail, the wind didn’t change direction unless he wanted it to. so, what made this prick think he had caught the bastard of the barrel red handed? he explained to the man that the real reason roman was here that night was because he wanted his list of suppliers ( not for the narcotics, but for the weapons he was importing too )
a born survivor && a self made business man at barely nineteen years old, roman wanted to expand his distribution && stock on a larger scale to more than just street rats like him who wanted a gun for protection or a knife for payback. in a city as corrupt as this one was, trafficking weapons was a lucrative business and he was sick and tired of sleeping on wooden crates in the pissing down rain.
after that roman spent almost ten years travelling the country, selling firearms, knives and even military grade weapons to the highest bidder until he drew the attention of another ‘business man’ from Valdez, Colorado who wanted to get his hands on some teflon-coated bullets ( also known as cop killing bullets ) and was willing to pay a hefty price.
roman likes to think of himself as an independent contractor more than a full time member of the gang, he’s never been one for settling down in one place for too long ever since his parents had been killed !! If you keep moving forward, you can never build deep and meaningful relationships and get hurt again...
until he met one of caito’s hitmen, with the most peculiar name; buzz ( @buzzbarton ) they eventually dated for almost a year and a half, they even went as far as to moving in with each other ( a milestone for roman tbh ) until roman’s fears and hang ups about what his love did to others got the best of him and he skipped out on him, he told himself he’d stayed in Valdez for too long anyway, it was time to set up shop somewhere new.
he’s recently returned to Valdez following the death of Caito, strictly for professional reasons only. with their leader dead, he’s unsure of where their partnership stands and that’s the story he’s sticking with so don’t bother pressing him for more information. his lips are sealed !!
PERSONALITY
roman has always been more reserved and introverted than his peers, even before the death of his parents. that tragedy only closed him off more to the world, preferring to keep things close to his chest instead of out in the open.
he doesn’t have many friends, mostly a few acquaintances he’s made over the years through his job as an arms dealer. when speaking with other people, he’s a man of very few words — he says what he needs to say && doesn’t beat around the bush !!
he’s resilient and a born survivor, nothing can keep him down for too long && what doesn’t kill him better fucking run tbh.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
honestly i have a bunch of wanted connections for roman, but it’s nearly three am and i’ve rambled on too long and need to go to bed because i have work again in the morning but i’ll update this part of his intro tomorrow after work. until then feel free to hit me up if you like my new son of a bitch and wanna plot etc
