#dark!baribus

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Headcanons! - ツ:A guilty desire of theirs.

Despite his shell of dutiful pride and the walls of well trained emotions, Baribus does has a secret demon of Lust residing in his heart. Along with physical beauty, the intoxicating sharpness and complexity of a well educated mind tends to attract the leer like a moth to a flame, with the flame being women of far higher station than he.

His more wicked side often tries to goad him into approaching them, if nothing else than to sneak a kiss from the lovely ladies. But his dutiful moral compass refuses to allow such nefarious schemes to take place.

After all, romancing is against regulations - especially when dealing with royal blood.

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Look like the monster, but be the man or look like the man but be the monster. Which will you decide?

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Well, here's some more Baribus art, this time with his Sthenicon on.~

I did this while working on his new About page layout since his timeline actually splits after his time on James Hebers' island. In this one he survives and goes on a journey to find Lavinia, whom Hebers sold as a slave to a rather powerful pirate of his acquaintance (name soon to come).

However, Baribus is still feeling the affects of the draft given to him by Hebers. What started as a painful illness has become a train of unusual events and circumstances. The pain he once felt has vanished and in its place a new kind of strength and resistance to harm. His stamina has also increased and so has his killing instinct. His growing frustration and hatred of James Hebers has only helped to hone this instinct and replace his feelings of mercy with harsh indifference or the fire of a sadistic rage.

This is the story of Dark!Baribus.

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"Did you hear that, my pet?"

“Yes,” A low, malevolent voice chortled from the shadows as they shifted behind the Queen. “I did, your Majesty.”

A tall figure wrapped in a leather traveling cloak stepped out, his chestnut hair slicked beneath a tall thrice-high.

With a sweeping motion, Baribus bowed low to his mistress, his once amiable golden-green eyes now glinting with a kind of malevolent mirth. It had been a long time since he’d come to the realm of the Enchanted Forest and entered into the services of her Majesty, the Queen, though some wished the choice had not been made. Before, it had been easy to see the man had had a good heart, but lately, many wondered if he even had one at all.

But those were trivial matters. What mattered now was that Snow White, her Majesty’s clever and insidious foe, had been spotted. Finally, they had a chance to be rid of the woman once and for all!

"What is your wish, your Majesty?" he asked as he straightened. "Name it and it shall be done."