#thom rook

[ablueeyedarcher]

I love that every rundown of a group of character's issues goes like "Thom has this problem. Angelo has that problem. Leo is frustrated." Then it always ends with "Jasper is...well Jasper." Like Jasper just being Jasper is a complicated issue all it's own that doesn't need explaining or simply cannot be properly explained. One must simply experience Jasper to understand.

[ablueeyedarcher]

(Closed Fantasy RP) To Hunt or Be Hunted

@whitetail-songbird

Smoke rose up in large billowing pillars blotting out the sun as the village burned down to the foundations. The cinders of civilizations charred black and super heated with immortal flames, eating up wood, flesh and bone until nothing remained but ashes. Another village. Another dead end. Blood bathed the landscape, bodies ripped to pieces across the market square. Horses, once bound to their wagons and tied to the hitching posts now roamed freely, grazing on the outskirts and wandering through the fields unquestioned. Survivors scattered to the winds with tales of the deadly dragon with black gold scales that destroyed homes and murdered without mercy. Another bloodthirsty beast to be exterminated. Another story of humans being the "victims". What mercy did they have for his brother? What mercy did they show the non-humans they imprisoned and wrongly accused? Those who couldn't defend themselves for fear of execution. Angelo had enough. When the Hunters took away his brother, it was the final straw. He bided his time. He played nice for centuries but the day they took Jasper from him was the day they signed their death certificates. Angelo chased them down, following leads and scent trails until he found Jasper's wings in a human market being sold for pocket change. They ruined the life of a faery and stole that which was deemed so precious and sold it as if it were just another piece of junk gathering dust in their inventory. Angelo snapped, stole back his brother's wings and mauled the humans involved. He scattered blood and bones wherever he went. Scorched the earth and hunted down every human linked to Jasper's disappearance. No human was innocent. No human was free from guilt or sin. Black wings unfurled, amber eye bright as he gazed at the ruins of another village. The smoke was a signal beacon to knights and hunters that danger was nearby. After the second village he heard rumors that the Church had issued hunters to take care of the beast. Hunters that were behind his brother's abduction. Angelo craved to meet them in hopes they'll lead him to the answers he seeks. He whistled to his horse nearby, calling upon the black beauty that carried a very large package on its saddle carefully wrapped in leather and within, a layer of satin. Angelo could easily fly to travel but the package was precious and fragile. He couldn't risk it being damaged and so his advances were slow and he was easily targeted. As he was leaving the village, the chaos smoldering behind him when he felt eyes following him. He tucked his wings close against his back, sharp teeth bared as his good eye fixed on the surrounding treeline. The forest was thicker near this village. Made it easy for man and beast alike to hide. The smell of smoke disposing of inferior scents interrupting Angelo's sense with its pungent smell. He remained vigilant, leading the horse along the path heading north to the next village.

[ablueeyedarcher]

Starter (Closed RP)

[] @whitetail-songbird []

Angelo wasn’t at all pleased with the fact there was cold water seeping into his boots. They sloshed around inside the shallow confines of the kiddie pool where his current seating arrangement was located. Wrists duct taped to the metal bars of the chair itself, they chafed and pulled uncomfortably with the adhesive. His long raven hair tumbled down his shoulders in a ratty cascade, left messy after he was nabbed and manhandled by the Whitetail militia. He hadn’t considered being kidnapped as part of his day but here he was, in the center of the Whitetail base of operations. A brown canvas hood slipped over his head with reckless abandon as if it would succeed in preventing him from seeing his surroundings. Which was partially correct except for the fact that he could look down and with a little bit of shifting he could pop the bag right off over his head so it was pretty useless. Unless someone was into it for the creepy hooded sex appeal, then they were probably getting their rocks off right now in the adjacent room.

His knees bobbed with his less than subtle impatience at having his dose of electrocution be cut off. Tammy Barnes of the whitetail militia was one Angelo was personally interested in by the simple fact that she did this same form of shock treatment to Angelo’s brother Jasper. A tidbit of information that ground Angelo’s teeth and made his nerves fray with agitation. He swore he would break free of these binds and strangle her with his own two hands. They made it about halfway through their game of shock-n-tell before a knock on the door interrupted it all. 

When the door squealed back open to announce the returned presence of his captor and torturer, Angelo’s voice drawled out casually. “I’ll let y’all in on a little secret. John does worse than this and that's just foreplay. Turn that fucker up if you want a little something something." He stretched out his body as best he could in the chair, with an audible show of getting comfortable. “Might as well enjoy it while you can, before I crush your windpipe for what you did to Jasp.”

A second pair of footsteps joined the first, a subtle scuff of boots approaching. Angelo scoffed at the idea, assuming this would be their new tactic. Rough him up a bit, make him nice and tender and go back to shocking him like cooking meat. It was barbaric, yes but also very amateur for his tastes. 

[noxgold]

An aesthetic for my Far Cry 5 Deputy, Thom Rook.