Will involve themes of trauma hidden beneath a hard shell, seething jealousy under a facade, mental anguish and hatred towards someone who was meant to be a father, joy in tormenting the weak minded, anti social tendencies, etc.
Like for me to annoy you!
VERSES: not in my universe (dc crossover young stryfe), young is the new deadly (young stryfe), its foolish to face me alone (old stryfe)
Interactions- I am open to any rps. This boy will be oc and multifandom friendly. So I'm not picky.
Age- mun is 21+ and written by chesh/medivigor! Plz no minors!
Follwing- you follow I follow back! If I happen to follow you its not required for you to follow me back. But if you do I do it in the hopes of making friends and making good stories together.
Fandoms- Stryfe fits well mostly in DC, Marvel, and dispatch universes. His story will (possibly) change depending on the universe he's in. And will be written in detail to explain it or will be developed with plotting.
Plotting- I'm not much of a plotter. I don't plot much but when I come up with an idea I'll gladly dm you and discuss it!
Harassment- I am very against turf's, racist, homophobic, and callout posts. So if I see one I will block. This also goes for targeting me. You don't like me. Block me. Its as easy as that!
Shipping- My rendition of stryfe is overall bisexual, if your interested let me know!
Time: I will have no job but it doesn't garentee I will always be on! I also have mental issues so timing of threads will be wonky and weird. So bare with me♡
Stryfe as a whole-stryfe is a evil bastard who would literally go out of his way to make your life a living hell if you happen to be connected with the x-men. Especially to Scott and Jean. So don't take it as the mun being mean. I don't reflect the muses actions nor condone them!
Request- please if you don't want me following you. DO NOT SOFT BLOCK. HARD BLOCK. my brain is the size of a pea and I'll forget.
Overall- have fun! I'm a nice person so if you're nice to me theni will return the favor to you! Have fun!!
Sometimes it's hard to rp villains. Only certain villains are easy to rp but ones like stryfe are hard because it feels like they are stuck in their ways.
Stryfe was angry. Not because of Nathan. No. Because of who stood before him. His teeth grinding in his head as he looked at the woman who was his mother. Who SHOULD have been his mother. But wasn't. The only person who was there for him besides the Android Zero. Was himself. His blue eyes beneath the helmet shook and vibrated with rage as he clenches his fist.
"You dare show your face around me..?" He asked as he cranes his head to the side. His voice spits venom as he studies her. Jealousy, anger, disgust. He felt so many things about this woman and he was itching to kill her here and now. Make Nathan Summers feel the true meaning of loss. But he refrained.
Why..? Why was he refraining from hurting her? His fingers were like a twitchy mess. Looking around him. There was so much strone about and she was open to an attack. His tone a low growl as he spits." You're nothing more than a waste, 'Mother'. His body turning aside he reaches his hand up clenching his fist. A crazed smile forming on his lips as he looks back at her.
"But thats not true, is it? You have your uses despite how you left me to the hands of Apocalypse. So many uses.." He chuckles lowly. Such an unstable personality. It was a miracle he didn't attack instantly.
Stryfe had his moments. His body was crumpled and in pain as he gagged on some blood that filled his mouth. His helmet was missing and his face was covered in bruises. Beaten. His armor appeared to be dented and scratched as he struggles to get up.
He couldn't remember what happened. His head was throbbing horribly as he was surrounded by a crater where he seemingly landed. And above him people gathered to look at the man. His body wabbling as he shoves past the people. Till his eyes make eye contact with the mutant just a few feet in front of him. Red and black eyes.
His body stiffened. Pain consuming his body as he fell to his knees. Taking shallow breaths as he looked up at the man and sneered." Gambit.." he grumbles. He's heard of him but never met him in person. He was too weak to fight back at the moment so while he was weak and nearly close to becoming unconscious. He gripped his fist.
"What do you...want..?" He hissed." To see me die? Be the one to bring me to..That bastard Cable? Earn yourself a gold star?" He chortled through a cough. The people around were too scared to approach him. To make contact with the young man as his long brown hair hid just how badly damaged he was.
Stryfe has seen him. The young man with such power. He had yet to read his mind but in his eyes he's seen something so familiar. He smiles deeply as his armored body brings himself closer. He took no threatening stance. No anger or any telepathy being used to invade his space. He could tell he was a Summers just by looking at him.
He said nothing at first. Taking a seat next to him indicating silence overlooking the beautiful scenery in front of them on the cliff face. Taking his helmet off to reveal his old face. A deep sigh exhaling through his nostrils as he slowly looked over to the young man. His expression unreadable.
"You're scared." He said. He could feel it deep inside this man there was something eating away at him." There's no need to be. Fear is only a concept. It's weakness." He states as he kept his head forward. His tone was honest. Calm but strict in a way that seemed to reverberate through the area.
"You're not like them. You're strong. Capable of standing up for yourself." Stryfe searches his mind. Seeing the life he's lived. He lived through hell just as much as he had if not worse. And Xavier was a piece in the cog that made this young man who he was. A sneer crossing his lips. He should have made sure he killed him when he impersonated Nathan. But in a way.. he was glad he didn't. He could use this young man. Give him a reason to fight. "I can help you. If you'd let me"
The more I think of it the more i realize it might be godmodding.
Like this if its ok for stryfe to mentally torment and manipulate your muse. He is a controlling character with the power of telepathy. He's able to reach into your mind and pull out your worst fears or make your life wonderful with a mere thought. I just want to be sure.
"not sure which corner of space you come from, chrome-head, but usually, most people from this side of the milky way avoid catching a lantern's attention."
sealed with a lead kiss. // @stabyoureyes
accepting.
He looked no older than a teenager at most. His face concealed by the metal helmet that protected him against other telepaths. His gaze fixated on the green man like a homing missile. He didn't falter. Didn't react to his nickname he was given. When usually he'd break down and kill them. This one seemed strong.
Stryfe tilts his head. His expression spelled amusement as he smiles through his helmet. Thoes who stood around him were dazed or unconscious. The poor people broken. " I'm from earth you fool. Just not your universe or time." It was rather confusing to have to explain it to him. He already had acquainted himself with the batman. He was right. There were others in this so called 'Justice League'.
He eyes the ring around the green man's finger and his eyes narrowed deeply. What did it mean? Was it the source of this humans power? Dare he say it. Was it another one he shouldn't mess with? He studied the man from top to bottom. He made the mistake of picking a fight with a human that was capable of beating him into submission before. This time? He wouldn't take the chance.
"Are you apart of the Justice League?" The young man asked as he raised himself into the air to be at eye level with the green man. His memories were clear. There was still a hint of bruising from a past battle on his face as he clenched his fist. He was hoping for no. Nevertheless. He'd gladly fight if he needed to. He had to learn he wasn't on his earth anymore.
