#v. prince

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My Shad.ow.r.un verse for Kas is still an absolute treat and I love him. Things to consider:

His father, who actually goes by ‘Thorn’ is only his adopted father. Thorn is Aurel, but a big (literal) Troll and runs a cybernetic enhanced brothel, protecting the workers there. He’s actually a gr8 dad and provides for all of his workers and their kids if they choose to have / keep any.

Kas was one of them, and due to being the baby (and only one of three or four) he took the codename ‘Prince’ as a Mama’s Boy token.

Prince is absolutely SPOILED ROTTEN and given enough money for whatever equipment he needs for missions. He might not be the best with most tech, but he puts up one hell of a fight in CQC.

That being said, this isn’t his specialty in this verse! Prince is actually a contracted assassin specializing in long ranged assassinations using a sniper rifle. The sniper rifle is always upgraded to be the best tech possible for missions -- and is his pride and joy. If he’s out and about, unless it’s in a suspicious place, he has it on him as a means of flashy self defense.

Due to being so spoiled and honestly rich, Prince is an absolute brat. We’re talking right and properly Entitled to whatever he pleases, and his parents give him whatever he’d like. He’s not the best to talk to because of this, but if he’s on a mission, he’ll often be in the back, quiet unless talked to first -- in which case the ‘snot-nosed brat’ LEAPS out.

He’s taken out a record of 11 contracts in the short 4 years he’s been working. He’s all of 22 years old, and gets a tick tattooed onto the inside of his arm as a tally of those he’s killed (his pride is ridiculous you guys).

He has a cybernetically enhanced eye that links into his scope through wireless connection -- meaning he can get a better shot while being at odd positions if things get compromised (though they haven’t thus far). He also uses it to try and get reads on who is who and see from across long distances (it has the capacity to magnify up to 40x) and get proper places from which he could make a shot and finish his job.

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rough touch

17. Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them. 

Jack isn't so much focused on the DANGER that lurks all too close for their own comfort, but rather the way Reinhardt's form practically consumes him. Hand clasped over his mouth to silence the petulant protests when the man had shoved him aside into an overhang, pressed into shadows as best as they could be in the broad daylight.

Speaking of BROAD --- Jack could feel the heave of the knight's chest. The tension in him from where he held on. His own nerves strung taut because, really, it was quite the harrowing situation. Granted as time DRAGGED on Jack thought he'd rather take his chances with the people out to kill them over being subject to the hold. His face was already beginning to heat up and he dreaded to think of what else might be going up if he had to think about how Reinhardt's muscles rippled against him --- terrible thoughts that needed to be crushed into the dirt.

After too long had passed he wiggled enough to jab an elbow into the man's rib cage, petulant huff passing through his nose as ------ just a few seconds away from LICKING his hand in a grandly childish display to get him to let go.