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Identity: UTP, Erebus
Location: Nereid Bay, assassin for the crown.
You’ll shuffle off this mortal coil in a whisper, and it will be no different to how you have lived. If you have ever truly lived at all. There’s no meaning in the world to you, no drive that helps you understand what it is to do more than just exist. That natural presence you can’t comprehend, could take or leave sometimes. Even in your finest hours, the moments there’s evidence of blood beneath your skin and bones to hold you right, still you feel detached.
How is it then that something stirs, like a power coursing through your veins, like passion and like life, when in truth you’re less in control than you were before, grass to sway in wind.
You’d give it a name but you know hers not.
Somehow you’ve come to know what it is to die at your own hand. Understand completely why they make all of their noise with only themselves to hear proof of their pain, their dying, fleeting, life.
It’s death or dying or worse when you watch some undeserving body meet hers close enough to touch, even eyes that gaze upon her seem all at once too much. It’s life or living or better in that same tormented glance, when you know that she is your religion. You’re a martyr to the cause.
It’s different then, the crescendo not only in your head for once. It’s appropriate that the parameters are the same. Their blood, your hands, just noise.
For it’s proof at last of this thing called life, that finally you can claim it. Although you can’t confirm what the difference is between the assassin and the lover, when the result takes the same darkened path, only murder feels much different.
And where you go from here may be a question you can’t answer, because you had always been that boy who was content to coast on empty.
Plot Prompts & Suggestions (optional section)
1. You were assassin for the King, and then you found yourself without a cause, a reason, or a purpose. So when his sister, Themis, your contact and proposed employer, requested your services you had no real hesitation.
B. You served the King and now you serve the Queen. Of course that will never be the official story, when it is deny deny deny, when you are far too good at your job for anyone to find out or survive such a thing. Sometimes it’s Themis who calls you to work, on behalf of her niece, and you have no reason to question.
2. You met Nyx at the Palace Masquerade, but that did not ring alarms for there were far too many people and it was only for one night. And even when it rested in you, that ache and urge unknown, it was not suspected that you would be the one to face danger from the tryst. You realised who she was unmasked but still do not know her name. And if you were to seek it, if you were to find it out, there’d be danger for the both of you, of that there is no doubt.
3. You have a day job, even interact with your targets there. Of course they wouldn’t believe that they would remember your face in such a way, as the last they have seen, record every detail. They wouldn’t think of you at all given you are just a stagecoach rider.
And that is how you hide yourself, in plain sight for they do ignore.
Nyx Never before have you been so swayed by life or beauty. There is a danger that you have found yourself and what it means to be alive, the things you’re capable of, or a danger that you’ll drift away and detach yourself fully as an extension of her will.
Themis For a long time now you’ve been in contact. The names from her lips heralding the death of men. There is a loyalty there, or simply a familiarity, repeated motion to become a habit. Trust is not a question nor confirmed, but some day it might become a notion or it might become a blade.
Thanatos Contact on behalf of Psyche.
Atlas You killed for him and he doesn’t know. The Queen requested an opening and you did oblige, and so he now holds the home and position of Daphne’s father.
Suggested FC: Oscar Isaac
Alternate Suggestions: Santiago Cabrera, Alfonso Herrera, Gael García Bernal
