"We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light." -Plato ((RP blog for Hit man/Prostitute OC. !!WARNING: 18+ Only, please read the rules!!)) Blog art, banner and icon all made my me. Glass dividers by uzmacchiato
Independent role play blog for my original character. Have had this OC for over 11 years.
WARNING: Write in darker more sensitive and triggering themes such as prostitution, physical and sexual abuse, with pedophilia and grooming being in my OC’s background and history. The goal is to spread the topics in realistic manners through this character and I’m cautious and careful in how to represent them. If such themes bother you best not follow or interact. Nothing here is to be glorified or romanticized. Also due to the nature of this blog, would prefer those interacting be 21+.
Written by Nem
Mun is 25+
~~Please read the rules first~~
Rules ~ Bio
Child/Teen ~ Future
Alternate I want to work on where he takes over his abuser’s establishment and syndicate.
Mob Boss~
Other AU’s but the blog is mainly focused on the main story.
Guardian (Still working on it) ~ FF14 Viera (still working on it) ~ Monster Hunter
When the crow head is closed all eyes are closed said for the blue eyes. Makes sounds by clicking in this form, death and decay remains all around him, blood drips from the bone along with the smell of rotting corpse. Each step the soil and ground beneath him dies, soil decays. He becomes death in a physical form.
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When the crow heads jaws crack open (sound of bones cracking indicates this) revealing the main head, all the eyes part, all the eyes see. Each eye moves on their own, alerting him of what's there, each eye a different soul. There is no blind spot in this form due to this. The sounds emitting the second head are different, roar of this form isn't a roar, its screams of all his victims combined into one massive sound. Ethereal voices combined with guttural growls otherwise, doesn't click in this form. Different languages, different voices and age.
Breath for each head is different, second head its immediate decay and death, a combination of heat, blood and shadow. A person in line of sight will die to bone and flesh and the soul immediately sucked and trapped within his hair caught by a pull as a result of being killed by him. Death to anything living, decay to anything non living. With the crow head, its a blue and yellow flame that can't go out or be put out unless the second head takes control or he returns to human form.
Dragon form is not a form he ever wants to become. Crows head is safer as he has more clarity and control but if those jaws break open he has less control. The second head is based on his emotions and what is present, anger, rage, grief, the need to protect, the need to defend, in that he loses himself to those emotions. Harder to focus, harder to get back into a human form, though still possible.
If he shifts into a dragon, there has to be a valid reason behind it. Dire circumstance which evokes a dire change. Could be horrible grief or blind rage as well but he has his own emotions well in check presently. If he changes, its by his own accord and has more control but each head still represent a part of him. Crow is his calm while the secondary head is different ranges of emotions and what is present becomes amplified.
The only time he shifted into this form was due to grief at the realization his son aged and died. The last family he had, the only link to his wife, his child was gone and he wasn't able to return to him in time. A town full of people suddenly vanished with the buildings aged upon his first and only shift into dragon. Took days to finally return to human form before moving on in his own rage and hate, finally embracing and accepting what he became instead of finding a way to reverse it.
He has the capability to become this but he chooses not to. This isn't a form he ever wants to willingly become, and though remaining in crow form allows clarity as well as ease in shifting back into human form, he doesn't want to risk it.
(Hair is supposed to drag the floor but for the sake of not covering up the body entirely, it’s shorter in image. He stands at 180 feet in this form and is sort of a purgatory like void from within, the second head comes out in that fashion from the main body.)
The idea of going in the morning wasn't appeasing, the mention of crowds as well. Sighing in a sort of discomfort at both notions, he opted to nod anyway. Would he regret this, maybe, but to be near a large body of water, the beach did sound nice, the rest not so much.
"Saturday should be fine." Did he have anything to do then, nothing came up as far as he knew, it should have been alright. "Where do we meet up and, do I need to bring anything?" He might regret this, the thought was now making him uneasy, but why. It was the beach, ocean, he loved the ocean.
Mimi's smile, while already friendly, becomes a bit warmer. "It can be a lot at times, but the love for our music and meeting anyone who loves it enough to come out keeps us going. Still, we can get overwhelmed, too."
Nealan, the keyboardist, and Malcolm share glances at that comment.
"I'm glad you were able to come hear us play, man..." says Malcolm, adjusting his hold on his bass, which is still slung over his shoulders. "Hopefully it didn't take too much out of you. I can't remember if you said you've been to concerts before so if you haven't it can be hard."
He genuinely means well by this. Listening to music on your own is such a different experience from being out in a crowd at a concert like this.
"Too many people, I can imagine it can get overwhelming and a lot." He certainly was, there was still a big crowd even after the band finished their performance. It was overwhelming. "I admire you all for being able to do this, not just the performance and great music but even the aftermath of it." He wanted to flee from it all, the noise, the crowd of people still present.
Addressing Malcom with a nod at their words, he smiled though. "I'm glad I came, It's an experience that's for sure but like I said I did enjoy the music." That was the main reason he came anyway. "It's my first time at a concert and it's.. a lot. Too many people, too much noise. I don't know how you can handle it all." Part of the job perhaps, something they got used to.
"I-I..." Her own words falter as his expression twists, and, for a moment, she just stares right back at him when he turns the question back at her.
Something is wrong. But why? She can't help but wonder.
"Okay..." As she talks, her body language closes off. Hands held against her chest. Eye contact that was once quite easy becomes difficult. "You seemed like you were bothered by something, so I checked on you is all."
Most would've thought to not address it. He's a stranger, not a friend.
Seeing the shift in her body language, hands against herself as if defending herself, protecting herself. Anxious, defensive, closed, recognized it. Staring though his gaze shifted to look behind her.
Why did she care what he thought or felt. Why did he care that she became uneasy. Exhaling slowly, arms now crossed.
"Sorry.. A lot of things tend to bother me, don't think too much on it."
Gaze focused on a sign behind her, unsure what to say. Conversation ran its course, now it just felt tense. She did nothing wrong, what reason did he have to be upset with her at a simple question. Why was he so easily irritated with people.
"I'm going to go.. I am sorry." Taking a step back, it might have been best to leave. Not like they were going to meet again right? Just a stranger, worlds far apart.
Why would she ask that? What reason was there to ask that? Quiet as his emotions seemed to fluctuate. Confused, didn’t understand, only grew more upset. Envy? Jealousy? Sadness? Anger? Staring blankly, as if waiting for her to say more. As if the question itself was a joke and she'd pick up after, except she didn't.
“Why?” Expression slowly became that of almost disgust.
“Are you okay?” Back track, don’t get angry. There was no reason for it.
(goes through an extended magical girl transformation, by the end of which I look the exact same, except I immediately shoot you with my perfectly normal gun that wasn’t there before)
