The Most Dashing

Ah... Buongiorno, bella. What a-uh beautiful face you-a have. Why don't you come a-uh little closer and grace the Pavi with your-a presence...? [ Independent RP/Ask account for Pavi Largo. Tracks the tag, 'themaskofvanity'. ]

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{{ Taking a one to two week hiatus for reasons undisclosed. Take care. }}

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Activity Notice

{{ Since I'm on spring break, I'd like to be more active, but it's difficult since I run multiple accounts! Here are my more active blogs: [x] and [x] (personal). My skype: ipavichelargo

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Oh, thank you for the offer but I doubt I'll be able to pick it up haha :3

“Such a-uh shame,” he purred.

[zydratesmiles]

themaskofvanity started following you

Cadenza blinked in confusion, and pointed towards the man in front of her. “You..look……just like my Daddy!” she thought she was hallucinating again.

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Daddy...?

Pavi blinked, seemingly unable to register the words. He peered down at the child who pointed at him. False lips pursed in the aftermath. "Ah, bella... I am-a not him." A thin smile appeared.

[tina-hewitt-largo]

themaskofvanity started following you

[tina-hewitt-largo]

She smiled and chuckled a little, flicking her silky hair. “That’s perfect. Hey, what do you think of my make-up today?” She smiled and showed off her make-up.

[themaskofvanity-blog]

"Stunning," he retorted with a charming grin--a flash of porcelain canines. Dark, blue eyes studied her face, gaze venturing down to her lips and back up to meet her eyes. "Like a true-a work of art." He liked to pride himself on artistic knowledge; something he claimed to possess.

[alittlehelpwiththeagony-archive]

themaskofvanity started following alittlehelpwiththeagony

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GraveRobber smirked at that.  ”Depends whether they offer or not.”

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Pavi mirrored the peddler's expression. If anything, it came across as comical. Girlish giggles erupted from the depths of his chest. "You-a sly fox!"

[daddys-girl-isa-fucking-mon-blog]

Themaskofvanity needs a little pick me up.

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"Not exactly." She tried to hide her disgust at the skin stretched unnaturally over the Largo son's face

"Your sister is passed out in that alley," shilo jerked her head in the direction of the dark corner in question. "I sold her a hit of Z."

Her dark brown eyes looked anywhere but Pavi's face.

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"You-a?" He eyed the girl with astounding scrutiny, tone incredulous. He jerked back, as if he had been stung.

A bewildered frown contorted the mask. "What?" Paviche pursed his lips. His earrings glistened underneath the flickering streetlamp. "Such a-uh shame. No-a better than your-a papa, stooping to a-uh life of-a crime."

The last word rolled off of his tongue rather dramatically.

Brotherly instinct urged him to check on his precious sister, but it would have been rude to do so. After all, he was engaged in conversation.

[voiceofgeneco-blog]

themaskofvanity started following you

[voiceofgeneco-blog]

“I’m well, thank you,” she responded. Taking a closer look at Pavi, she realized he wore a different face today. “I see you’ve replaced your face again…”

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A Cheshire grin slithered onto his black, painted lips. "Do you-a like it, Blind Mag?" Flirtatiously, he fluttered his lashes. This was merely second nature to him. Donning a woman's face was 'fashionable.'

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17andinfected’s panties have been snatched

[17andinfected]

There had only been one other person to call her beautiful, and that was GraveRobber. Hearing it from Pavi was flattering, but she was also conflicted on how to take that. Was he trying to butter her up, and then give her over to Amber? It was no secret that technically she owned GeneCo, her name was on the papers that Rotti Largo had signed, but since she had no use for it, nor did she want it, Amber took over.

As he looked at her, Shilo got a better look at his mask, well the face he had stolen and was a little creeped out, but it did kinda suit him, though she wondered what he looked like underneath it. Shilo had heard rumors that there had been an accident, but she did not dare ask Pavi for the truth. What could he want in return? He wasn’t getting her face, but she never agreed to give him anything, so she asked honestly, “What would you be asking for?” Shilo didn’t own a lot, and what she did own was very precious to her, because they had all come from Graves.

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Pavi muffled his effeminate giggle by pressing his fingers to his lips in a hushing motion. He was flamboyant with gestures, often flicking his wrists or flailing his hands about. The embodiment of his vanity--that ornate hand mirror--rested snugly within his grasp.

She seemed compliant, which made this even better. He clapped, as if her response warranted applause. His head tilted to the side, a few strands of hair brushing against his forehead.

"Let's-a play a little game-a, no?"

His advances to her were, by no means, sexual. He experienced sort of fascination, some intrigue. Pavi had no desire to possess her; she was already soiled, courtesy of that horrid peddler.

"You-a tell me a-uh story and the-a Pavi has to-a guess if you are-a telling the-a truth. We will-a take turns-a."

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True Beauty Is So Painful [ Past!Pavi ll Present!Pavi ]

Dream and reality blurred together to produce a horrid nightmare for Paviche Largo.

In the privacy of his room, he emitted a pitiful whimper. The bedroom was lavished in decoration. The bedposts had been carved out of fine mahogany, creating an intricate design. Maroon, silk sheets were smoothed out, courtesy of a made. The mirror was impossibly large, reflecting the bed and a stranger.

Pavi hardly recognized himself.

He was a mess, in short. He wore a loose, creme-colored blouse that opened at the chest. Tight, leather pants accompanied the look. This was a time before masks. His charade crumbled.

Slender digits, adorned with rings, roved over the puckered, scar flesh. His skin appeared to be burnt, veiny in some areas. A botched surgery had been the cause. The 'Replace Your Face' campaign had gone awry.

The Largo so desperately wanted to blame his father, but found that he could not.

Blue eyes stung with tears.

"Mia faccia; mia faccia...." He wailed like a king in Greek Tragedy.

Would someone hear his cries?

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What does 'buono' mean? Sorry I know I seem stupid :P I don't know much Italian :)

“Italiano for ‘good’,” he replied. “You-a should learn some-a time. The-a Pavi can teach you.” He winked.

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Hey Pavi! :) How are you?

“Ciao, bella.”

A hand resided on his chest, which adorned an intricate, black vest. Fingers splayed and he grinned. The mask stretched with the subtle gesture.

“Buono.”

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You're kinda pretty.

He took the compliment in stride. Grinning, Paviche took a bow. His hair flipped into his face during the process.”Grazi, bella.”

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What do you know of Shilo Wallace?

“The-a night surgeon’s figlia?” A painted brow arched. “The Pavi has-a heard rumors. Nothing, ah… Concrete.” He flicked a wrist carelessly before glancing in his beloved mirror. “Do you-a have anything to-a share…?”

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Do you love your father?

“More-a than you-a can imagine.”Pavi beamed proudly.

“You’re not men; you’re monsters!”

The smile faded.“It is the-a duty of the-a child to-a love your-a father, no?”

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Would you say you're addicted to Zydrate?

“The-a Pavi? Bah!” He let out a fiendish cackle, wiping away the tears that brimmed in his eyes.  “No-a. That would be mia sorella. I-a only use it for-a surgery.”

[daddys-girl-isa-fucking-mon-blog]

Themaskofvanity needs a little pick me up.

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"Damn it...." She hesitated a moment in the darkness, debating whether or not she should run. When she finally did step into the light, she kept her head down... The last thing she needed was for Pavi to take an interest in her face.

Since she'd been purged of her father's poisons, she had begun to age and mature into a normal body for an eighteen year old girl. Her curves were hugged nicely by her clothes, and she looked more like her mother every day. She looked like a porcelain doll, so she'd heard from her customers. "What are you doing out here? Slumming? That's very dangerous, you know."

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Well, well, well. The little girl had grown up. His eyes devoured her form, appreciating its beauty. Art came in a human dress, after all. He was merely drinking in the moment.

A wide grin splayed across his painted lips. Amusement filled his gaze. He let out a high-pitched, jovial laugh. Eventually, he muffled it with the back of his hand. Raven's locks bounced with the vigorous action.

"The-a Pavi? Selling his-a body? Oh, no-a. You are-a mistaken."

His knuckles brushed against a defined chin. The mask on his face flexed and stretched while he spoke.

He was dressed like a model, donning the latest fashion.

He could get anyone he wanted. There was no reason to stoop so low. "Looking for-a sorella, but of-a course." Then, he eyed the girl with astounding scrutiny.

"Though-a... Maybe you are-a slumming, no?"