#about jevil

[jimmsytree]

Jevil Backstory!

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[mischief-rei]

🧶 Any :)

It’s fairly obvious that he enjoys sowing or any form of textile work. One little hobby he loves that he doesn’t freely share with other people is forging. With his magic alone, no fire needed, he can meld most metals to whichever form he wishes. He’s even combined compounds to create new metals such as orihalcon; a metal that propels the effects of magic. 

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⭐️🎧

🎧 - Pop, symphonic rock, Gospel

🎧 - Techno, Reggae, Funk

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⭐️ - Jevil wishes for a family or a good friend that won't leave him. It's why he travels around as a merchant; forever in search for a place and for people that wouldn't mind him around. 🎧 - Folk, Salsa, Pop

⭐️ - Rei's wish is to finally have a permanent world where her loved ones are safe from other anamoly's, humans, and themselves. She ultimately wants a stable life.

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💭 dance?

The only one that comes close to being a dancer is Edna and her figure skating. As she moves about the rink, each movement is a performance with immense emotion. It easily drew in the majority of the underground, including Red whom...is so-so at the sport. At least he doesn't fall on his ass. That's progress, right? There's also two that can pole dance but you'd have to shove the admittance out of them. That'd be Astrix and Jevil. Jevil learned out of interest from observing a few Lust-tale people work their magic at Grillby's. Astrix didn't even learn the skill. He just...can perform it without much thought. This is due to being in low income when he took to college for his science skills. He has kept this secret from everyone thanks to believing it'd ruin his reputation with his working staff.

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☝️craft project jevil

“Was so long ago, made so many things to occupy the time in our cell. We’re unsure which item it was, but the first we’ve given to the prince was a cloak to keep them warm.” 

“Their father found out eventually and destroyed it. They wanted no relation between us and his child...”

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Lol! I’ll try with four facts for this.

1.) Merlot always wears something to cover his neck because of how sensitive the area is. Why is that a secret? Well, if you press lightly on the back of his neck then he’ll coil inward like you’re scruffing a cat and nervously purr at you.

2.) Pappy is not a distance fighter despite using a distance based weapon. This is because he can’t see well enough to aim for distance based combat. Like Red, he also uses a form of material arts instead. He doesn’t share this information since he believes it’s better to surprise not just enemy but ally as well. His study of martial arts is Bakom, a Peruvian style martial arts that adds a street fighting flare to Jujutsu.

3.) Nyx/Jevil is capable of viewing through many secret windows that link to many different timelines. He refers to himself as a observer of worlds, but rarely shares what he sees since you need more than a picture show to understand what’s going on in any story made.

4.) Pappy’s insecurities come from Astrix’s past actions. Being the stronger and first of the siblings that he created, Astrix would openly call his creations pathetic and horrendous to even look at. Astrix saw Pappy as nothing more than an object and a faulty one at that.

5.) Gin has no morals, or rather doesn’t fully grasp what it is. He cannot tell what is right and what is wrong because his soul trait is: Innocence. An innocent and dubious mind is often something to be feared, which is what Russet knows all too well.

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Game Over Jevil

This turned dark, sorry X3

The walls were overbearing, but oddly soft and comforting satin. The world outside locked in their little cell, while he remained free to be himself and his ludicrousy. Imprisoned here by the king for talking of the Black Knight, a figure that the majority thought to be a delusion concocted by the fools’ mind; then abandoned by the one person that he was once called companion.That Black Knight, who would’ve been a Dark Little Lady in any other line, ended up being exactly at the king claimed. Being alone for so long, for years upon uncountable years, tends to make you forget yourself. Same can be said if stuck in complete silence or unable to consume anything to keep energy up.But he never scowled throughout the brutal treatment. Because in his mind he was never alone. There was the Black Knight that spoke of prophecies and tales so bewildering yet entertaining. Their speech skewed, becoming more warped from the Knight’s influence. They’d prattle loud without a care, until someone overheard; the young heir of the darkener throne.A child’s fascination left the boy hooked. He’d visit the jester every day to listen to another verbal book. It was such fun! For now he had more companions, and not just one. It didn’t take long for the king to take notice. He dragged his son away from the clown’s influence; all while ridiculing him for frolicking within the prison. Not just verbal, but physically too. It outraged Jevil that the boy was treated roughly by such a brute. Upon separation, the king returned. It was a mistake in judgement on their part since his right hand man gave ample warn. Intending to intimidate, to punish this clownish reprobate, he entered their world with chord in hand. Instead of a flog, they found themselves pierced through with eyes locked on the jester’s sickening grin.

The next day the prince learned of their father’s demise. Rattled with grief and betrayal, he did nothing but cry. When fully calm, he returned to the prison, a few men at his side which the jester assumed was for safety reasons. Those pointed ears drooped, knowing well that giving an excuse would be moot. A few of the guards suggested a swift death, but no the prince refused and told the men to leave him. They wouldn’t leave out of fear, requesting at the very least for the jester to be bound to prevent another bloody smear. The prince permitted that much at least. With cold eyes, he then insisted they leave. 

For the next few hours there were nothing but muffled screams and apologizes. The prince left with crimson littering their outfit. The jester was alive, but barely. He’d remain that way until the prince decides to end their misery.