he works as a hitman, has been most of his life. Has 0 qualms about killing, though he couldn’t leave the industry without some serious.... convincing of his boss
his talent is ‘omnisense’, he can sense everything, including movement and life force, within a certain radius. He can extend it, but have it severely weakened, or have its radius very limited but extremely intense (good for sex.........)
he plucks his eyebrows, and can’t stand not being able to shave
i’ve entertained the idea of him having OCD. with how meticulous he has to be for his job, that level of control very likely could translate into other aspects of his life and easily get out of hand
played cursed earth online (CEO, the game) to hone his skills
british/japanese, immigrated to canada, and was in america for a job at the time of the game starting
he doesnt know how to emotion
Slith:
depressed shut-in, very definition of NEET
traumatic backstory™️. family died in a fire when she was very young and was abused by her first foster parents
suffers from dysphoria, gender has been very nebulous in all of my writings but generally i use “she” nowadays
her talent is necromancy. she can take control of corpses and even transfer her consciousness into them. the more she does this the more her body degrades, eventually turning her into a lich, but she doesn’t really do this except in AUs where her body is already wrecked beyond usefulness. Generally, she just uses them as an extension of her body
she can also have corpse limbs sewn onto her in place of her amputated ones and they fuse with her flesh because of her magic
she’s had her limbs cut off in many AUs, especially her arms, usually thanks to baal. and because i love to torment her. i’ve done many many bad things to her
her talent’s magic + volatile emotions = very bad time (and the more lich-like she becomes, the less control over her emotions she has). This is the reason Baal is so invested in being close to her/controlling her in canon storylines, he thinks he can prevent her from going berserk.
she has substance abuse problems (alcohol, cigarettes, marijauna, heroin), partially due to her traumatic past™️ and partially due to Baal. Renoe very much is not happy about this
i made her an f-list too even though the kinkiest she gets is fuzzy handcuffs
they were both teenagers at the beginning of the Game and are currently in their early twenties. Renoe is a couple years older than Slith. In the canon story they have something similar to a sibling dynamic, in some AUs they have more of a romantic dynamic. Both have lots of trouble forming relationships or even getting along with others
This emotion is foreign to you. It boils your blood and fills you with an inexplicable energy. It's a siren song, twisting control from your clenched fists and surging through your limbs. It accumulates in your face and blurs your thoughts, yet nothing could seem clearer.
You've lost what defines you. Your control, your discipline; you are now a mindless animal, a force of nature. Your temples pound and your muscles twitch. Your fury-wracked fingers are now wrapped around his throat and all you can think is how badly you want him dead.
Slith is a necromancer who can take control of corpses
nonconsensual touching and murder. maybe implied necrophilia
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Renoe’s eyelids fluttered, something warm and wet in his mouth. As his consciousness filtered to the front of his mind, he realized there was a heavy, warm weight on his abdomen, hands pressed to his chest. A hot breath bated against his face, and as Renoe came to realize whose it was, he jolted awake.
Heavily lidded, familiar azure eyes gazed down at him, far, far too close for comfort, framed by dirty, blonde bangs. As Slith leaned back, his tongue slipped out of Ren’s lips, a string of beaded spit connecting their mouths. Above them, the moon was round and bright, casting enough light for Ren to see Slith’s face. He bore an intoxicated smile and a deep blush reddened his cheeks. “Ren…” He breathed, his already light voice soft and airy. “You're awake.”
Renoe was not one to be easily shocked, but this was not something he had ever even thought to prepare for. His first instinct was to jerk his body upwards, away from the boy, but quickly realized his limbs wouldn’t budge. Trying to press down his panic, he looked around to see what was preventing his body from moving - eerie decomposing faces of Slith’s puppets above him. He’d initially been so preoccupied with Slith, that he hadn't noticed the corpses holding him down.
“Slit, what the fu- Ah!” His body jerked as the little blonde slipped a hand down Ren’s pants and tangled his fingers in his hair.
“Shh,” Slith shushed him, his blush deepening and reached further.
Renoe’s body tensed, nostrils flaring, but his own cheeks were beginning to flush. He growled through clenched teeth, “Slit; stop.”
Slith pulled his hand out and cupped Renoe's face with his hands. “I'm sorry… I just wanted to share this moment with you while I can.” He gazed down at Ren with pure adoration, stroking his cheek. “We don't have much longer…”
Renoe swallowed hard. “Look, Slit- whatever you're worried about, just talk to me. I can keep you safe. I've taken care of you, this far, haven't I?”
Slith smiled sadly, and just leaned in to kiss Renoe again, grinding his hips and slipping his tongue into his mouth and biting his bottom lip.
Ren’s face grew hotter. He wasn’t easily phased, but his body was still reacting to Slith’s touch. He’s never kissed anyone before, has he? Renoe thought, tipped off by the plunging of slobbery muscle deep into his mouth, but he wasn't about to show him how. Instead, he bit down hard on Slith's tongue.
Slith yelped and pulled back, looking shocked and hurt. “I- I thought you liked me…?”
“I do, but not like this! Slit, I know you're confused and have a tough time, but you can't-” He drew in a shaken breath, “-can’t just do something like this to someone without their permission.” Renoe shook his head, hoping to snap himself out of a dream.“What is this about?”
Slith touched his nose to Ren's. “Ren… Baal told me that I'll destroy everything I touch. Everyone around me dies. And... he's right, you know? I've known it, deep down, for a long time. My family died… I could never keep friends... But,” Slith gave a bashful smile, “You took care of me. You understand me. We both know what it's like to be lonely, to not fit in…” He averted his gaze. “I've fallen in love with you. And I can't stand to lose you. So…” Slith reached for his hip; something glinted in his hand. “I've decided I'll end you myself, before anyone else can take you away from me.”
As he moved his hand, Ren could see what Slith was holding: one of his stiletto knives. Renoe’s heart jumped into his throat. “Woah, slow down, Slit. There isn't some conspiracy against you, okay?” He tried to be firm. “Baal’s batshit crazy. Don't listen to him. You're… you're kinda scaring me.”
Slith bit his lip and pulled the stiletto up higher from his hip. “Don't worry about me. You'll still be here to keep me safe, right?” He dragged the edge along Renoe's cheek. “You'll always be with me… Only, no one will able to take you away from me.” He smiled faintly. He meant... he was going to keep and control Renoe’s dead body. And do who knows what with it.
Renoe grew frantic as the blade drew uncomfortably close to his neck. He eyes flitted in the direction of the camp, and suddenly he wished he hadn't been so antisocial, wished he slept closer with the group. Slith seemed to notice where his gaze was directed, and lazily followed it before looking back down at the older man. “They'll all stop you,” Renoe asserted, though inside he felt far less confident. “If I scream.”
He didn't like making noise, but if he had to… he licked his lips and took a deep breath. Slith furrowed his brow, and threw his hand tight over Ren’s mouth, muffling his cry.
“Renoe… I love you.” His voice was soft, but wavering with emotion. Feverish eyes bored down into his own. Ren had no doubt he was telling the truth, and it terrified him. “I'm doing this because I love you.”
Renoe stared back up at him with watering eyes, salvation only yards away. He had always expected his demise to come early, but not this early, and certainly not at the hand of the only person who he dared open up to in years.
His heart pounded against his chest, struggling against the rotting bodies pinning his body to the cold ground, still fighting when Slith pushed his chin up and the blade slashed across his throat, pain searing through his neck. Immediately blood shot out in time with the thump of his heart and he knew he was finished.
Slith gave him a shaky smile, quickly becoming covered in Renoe's blood. “I love you,” he reaffirmed, smearing a bloodied hand on Ren's cheek and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “I love you so much.”
Renoe’s body went limp, eyes glazed over. Slith felt so hot against his cold body. His consciousness was fading quickly.
