DARKEEM’s commercial type of perfect set of teeth bit down on his lower lip as corners of his mouth twitched up. it was a rear occasion for DARKEEM not to wear diamonds on his teeth, and to be exact, he never felt like appearing in public with his teeth bare. his diamond slugs already turned into his identifying sign, just like a birthmark across the side of his face. “i see alla names i give ya amuse ya, huh?” he copied NIKITA’s questioning exclaim which she performed every time DARKEE came up with a name for her. his smile then vanished and nose wrinkled up as he threw a piercing glare towards the shower; it wasn’t the best idea of his to continue conversation on the phone with running water on the background. but DARK’s irritation went on mute mode as NIKITA kept talking, his grin arrived upon his face once again, and this time with a doze of small laughter. “don’t hate the playa hate the game, ‘macita. ya kno’ how it goes.” DARKEEM replied back, the hand that wasn’t occupied with the phone now worked on pulling down his PALM ANGELS sweats along with CALVIN’s. DARKEEM laughed once again hearing the kiss of her teeth; she probably rolled her eyes as well, DARKEE was ready to place a bet on that. his sweats along with boxers fell down on the marble floor, DARK stepped out the pool of his bottoms and rested his forearm against the wall before leaning his body against it. “dahmn, excuse my fucking french, but ya making dis shit hard for the kid. i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout my dick right’na, it’s ‘bout picking meal fo’ ya.” DARKEE smirked while rubbing finger pads against his chin. “but i’ll figure shit out. and uh..” DARKEEM caught a pause to think for a second, then, a devilish smile sparked up over his face as NIKI’s last words impressed the male. “ion wanna make ya wait for too long, imma try to be as fast as i can. if i ain’t gon’ decide to rub my rod off inna shower ‘den imma be at ya spot in a blink of an eye. just wait for me, ight?” DARKEEM rasped out in a low murmur, lip corners remained lifted as if they were glued to his ears.
out of habit, DARKEEM brought hand to his head to push his slender digits through the dreads; although, his fingers slid above two french braids that his dreadlocks were tied in. his low chuckle accompanied the female’s words that questioned his compliment in italian. ignoring SLATT who tried to continue their one on one basketball game, DARKEEM leaned his ass against the back of the couch; sitting on it like normal human being wasn’t an option for DARKEEM since his bare, toned torso was covered in small drops of sweat after his workout. “oh aigh’, imma play it innocent fo’ya, MS. KITA. but ya kno imma good boi anyways.” DARKEE shrugged his shoulder as his side grin toyed on his face, exposing his dimples. talking shit has always been something that DARKEEM was good at, whenever he didn’t had to be serious. DARKEEM is a curious person, since his damn birth, and right now, he was beyond intrigued to find out the reason behind NIKITA’s call. he had his guessing, but you never know what might follow next; he spoke less and allowed the female to spill the light on the situation. his lip corners stretched some more, turning the side grin into a wider one as she continued to speak; he got amused by her choice of words, her assumption that it might be late as it’s already past their bedtime. rubbing palm against his firm chest with the butterfly tattoo, DARKEEM licked over his bottom lip before tucking it under his tongue while NIKITA’s voice flowed through his phone. “yea, it’s kinda late, i was ‘bouta catch my zzz’s..” he starts his reply on a serious note, but if you know DARKEEM, you know that boy is playing. his chuckle that followed next only confirmed it. “it nev’ too late when ya hit my line. imma stop by, and let ya driver to chill, i kno’ how to use gps.” he pulled himself away from the couch and slowly made his way towards the bathroom. “just send me ya location, bella, and imma be dere.” DARKEEM added in his deep, velvet murmur as he kicked off his JORDAN’s once he stepped on the marble floor of his bathroom. “want me to bring ya sum’ sum’? since ya fatass kinda always hungry.” DARKEE teased as he turned on the shower with his free hand.
a basketball bounced against black bamboo parquet; soft thumps filled up the room as DARKEEM dribbled in front of SLATT, bouncing the ball off of the floor and between his legs which made the dog go crazy. “c'mon, bruh, ya can do it.” DARKEE cheered up his dog as the pitbull kept performing attempts to snatch the ball away. DARKEEM was bold enough to place a basketball rim in the living room; some would say it’s some kind of weird flex and irresponsibility, but DARKEEM could care less, plus, he knew he’s damn good with a ball so crashing something or fucking up the whole room would never happen. SLATT barked out loud once DARKEEM fulled him right in front of his face, causing DARKEE to laugh and shake his head. “ah, ya mad mad dawg.” DARKEEM smacked the ball by his side, this time allowing SLATT to come closer and jump over the ball to catch it. “ayy, told ya.” DARKEE brushed his knuckles against the dog’s head before walking towards the designer magazine table to pick a bottle of water. he brought the rim to his lips and was about to take a sip, although his attention got stolen by his phone which began to ring. DARKEEM dropped his sight on the screen to read the name. a soft chuckle erupted past his lips, and after taking that long needed sip DARKEEM leaned down, took the phone from the couch and slid his thumb across the screen. “ ‘sup, bella?” he answered the call in his soft rasp. while gulping some more from the bottle, DARKEEM took a second to think of his achievements, and well, looks like he was doing something right if he was getting calls from a woman like NIKITA.
DARKEEM added more strength to the hold of the leash so SLATT got almost glued to his 'human's' leg, which ruined all the fun of getting closer to the other dog. after demanding SLATT to sit, which the dog obeyed to, DARKEE finally got able to return his attention to the female and the casual conversation that they exchanged. "dat's right, ya not gonna bless dese fucks, dey don't deserve." he replied knowing damn well it would've been a shame to lose a wallet full of cash. and of course, a whole blessing to someone who will find it. "ya welcome."DARKEEM replied, his diamonds flashed in a light smile. his eyes did a quick examination of the female in front of him; he didn't look her up and down to see if she's hot or not, he just made sure she's just a human being instead of a undercover pig. "i'm from 'lanta, georgia. came here to study arts." DARKEEM lied, but this young devil knew damn well how to play his role. but no need to blame him, who'd want to tell the full truth about himself, especially with his background? "wha' 'bout you?" he was curious enough to return the question, his head semi tilted to the side.
DARKEEM wrapped the chained leash around his wrist, pulling SLATT closer to himself since another lady appeared on a horizon with a dog. holding SLATT next to his left leg, DARKEE brough his attention back to the female who picked up her almost forgotten wallet. “ya ain’t owe me nuh’.” DARKEEM shrugged nonchalantly next time, his atl accent rolling off his tongue. “just be careful next time, or ya might make sumone’s day wit’ extra cash if dey gon’ find it.” he chuckled some before his eyes moved over to the woman with the dog that now passed by. “chill.” he lowly hissed at SLATT who now got excited to meet the other dog. or, to kill it.
instead of sending one of his soldiers to do shit for him, DARKEEM was in a pretty good mood to step outside of his den. he went to the local bodega to get some backwoods and walk with his blue nose pitbull. after buying the wrappers and his favorite, cherry suckers, DARKEEM entered the park with his dog on a massive chain leash. DARKEE kept walking on a slow, chill pace while SLATT, his dog, kept discovering the world by sniffing around. they were approaching the bench just when the person got up from it and was about to leave; that’s when DARKEE noticed that they have left something on the bench. “ay. ya dropped sum’.” he called out to get their attention on whatever was left on the bench.
aight, my mellow brain came up with a few possible plots, although i could’ve added more but, dealing with a lazy ass of your’s is not that easy. i might add some shit later, anyways, invade my IM if you feel like making one of these possible. shit can be customized and personalized, adjusted to fit developments from the both sides. and again, i’m down for whatever ideas ya might have, just stop by, let me know what’s up, ya kno, ya kno.
echo from the past ( 0/?) :: before DARKEEM had to get on his run and leave the states, he had a pretty hectic life. tons of friends, exes, enemies... but after DARKEEM got in trouble with the feds, he disappeared like he never even existed, which made everyone think that he died. but here he is, after all these years he raised from the dead. so what it’s gonna be when they will face him, not really pleasant shock or some good news?
magnum on the rod (0/?) :: DARKEEM is young, full of energy and wild passion. he is definitely not the one who prefers to help himself with the hand, plus, he loves women. his standards are pretty high, he loves women older than him and with experience, he has no time for prudes or cheap hoes. they just fuck, no strings attached... at least he hopes so. falling for someone is something he avoids, and honestly, he’s afraid of it. he doesn’t talk much about himself, doesn’t ask questions as well. he keeps things strictly on the bed fights level.
lick my blicky (0/1) :: yes, DARKEEM turned into a cold and ruthless “businessman”, but, somehow he still has a heart and a few percent of sympathy left. he doesn’t try to flex or play a cliche ass “i’m a big and bad ass kingpin” thing; he prefers actions over the words, and this young buck does have some power. XXX got in trouble with some people who you don’t really want to deal with; it happened so, that DARKEEM witnessed it. he did his quick calculation and figured that this shit is not right and offered his protection to XXX. it really didn’t matter for him that XXX is a complete stranger for him. he just wanted to help. without exposing who he is and what he does, he just reached out his hand to safe XXX from the bullshit.
move that dope (0/?) :: it’s pretty simple, like all other employers, kingpins need their employees. in this case, DARKEEM needs people who are willing to push his dope. they can be on his team and slang the shit, or, freelancers who cooperate with DARKEE as a provider; of course, it’s all about the business. and yes, DARKEEM has goons. why not to be one of them?
full name : DARKEEM LUV CARTIER.
nickname : DARKEE, CARTI, PLAYBOI.
age : 21
height : 6 FEET 2 INCH.
hair color : DARK BROWN.
eye color : BLACK.
identifying marks : BIRTHMARK ON THE SIDE OF HIS FACE, NUMEROUS EAR PIERCINGS, TATTOOED NECK, ARMS AND TORSO. DIAMOND TEETH.
personality : LIVING IN THE MOMENT. FREE SPIRITED. FLIRTY. HOT-TEMPERED. ENTHUSIASTIC. VIPEROUS. STUBBORN. LOYAL.
best known for : HIS LINGO; COLDBLOODED ACTS; PARTY ANIMAL.
weakness : DIAMONDS.
strengths : BEING UNFUCKWITTABLE.
WEALTH —
: : financial. // wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty
: : medical. // fit / moderate / sickly / disadvantaged / disabled / not applicable
: : class. // upper / middle-working / poor / slave / unsure
: : education. // qualified / unqualified / studying / other
: : criminal record. // yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet
FAMILY —
: : children. // has one or more children / has no children / wants children / doesn’t want children
: : relationship with family. // close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no sibling(s) / siblings are is deceased
: : affiliation. // orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable
TRAITS + TENDENCIES —
: : extrovert // introvert // in between
: : disorganized // organized // in between
: : close-minded // open-minded // in between/contextual
: : calm // anxious // in between
: : disagreeable // agreeable // in between/contextual
: : cautious // reckless // in between/contextual
: : patient // impatient // in between
: : outspoken // reserved // in between
: : leader // follower // in between
: : empathetic // indifferent // in between
: : optimistic // pessimistic // in between // realist
: : traditional // modern // in between
: : hardworking // lazy // in between
: : cultured // uncultured // in between
: : loyal // disloyal // in between
: : faithful // unfaithful // in between
BELIEFS —
: : faith. // monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated
: : belief in ghosts or spirits. // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
: : belief in an afterlife. // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
: : belief in reincarnation. // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
: : belief in aliens. // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
: : philosophical. // yes / no / sometimes
SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION —
: : sexuality. / heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / questioning
: : sex. // sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable
: : romance. // romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable
: : sexually. // adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / inhibited
: : potential sexual partners. // male / female / other / none / all
: : potential romantic partners. // male / female / other / none / all
HABITS —
: : drinking alcohol. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
: : smoking. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
: : other narcotics. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
: : medicinal drugs. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
: : indulgent in food. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
a kid from ATLANTA, GA kept them wondering - who is he? they only knew him by CARTI, they might’ve heard someone call him as PLAYBOI, but those street names were the only info they had on him. they had no idea about his real name, DARKEEM LUV CARTIER, had no idea behind the meaning of his middle name. had no idea that the heartless male was born on SEPTEMBER 13, 21 YEAR OLD but at the moment when he founded his CARTEL he was only 18 YEAR OLD.
it was a dead, thick silence in the small, chamber like room. so silent that a low, dripping sound sliced it and rung as loud as the siren. someone sniffed in the complete darkness while lips nervously read a prayer. the prayer soon got interrupted by a gasp due to the sudden light which stabbed the eye’s of the person who sat in the blind dark. “ay, havin’ good time?” a soft rasp coated the person’s ears while their orbs where getting used to the light of the lonely lamp that hung on a long, bare wire. that soft, velvet rasp was close to a flirty approach, although the tied up to the chair man, with his face covered in blood, knew damn well that this young demon with flashy diamonds on his neck and his teeth just laughed at him. the demon that definitely enjoyed to witness the pain and desperateness of the male who’s blood kept dripping down on the desk in front of him. “kill me already.” the tied up man wheezed, a heavy lassitude delivered his words. DARKEEM just chuckled while slowly approaching the table. he landed his ass down on the chair, sitting opposite of his victim. he took a moment to feast his eyes on the masterpiece that he created; the man’s face all fucked up, the nose bridge looked like a zig zag, eyes puffy and purple, lips all bloody. DARKEEM toyed with the cherry lollipop in his mouth, his long digits twirled the stick of the sweet between the soft finger pads. “kill ya? it ain’t gon’ be no fun to kill ya, like, right na’.” DARKEE said, dramatic sadness in his reasoning. “what ‘bout ya last wish, last words, ion kno’ what ya’ll prefer to do before dying.” he continued, this time with a shrug. “you’re a demon.” the male spat out which caused DARKEEM to laugh with no sound, only his shoulders bounced. “stop wit’ ya compliments, MARK, they ain’t gonna change my mind.” DARKEEM kept playing with his victim while it was far from a game for MARK. “i thought you are just a d-boy... i didn’t know about your business.” MARK said, even when he knew it was useless and nothing would help. DARKEEM’s deep, dark eyes now pierced up at the ceiling, an uncovered boredom all over his face. “a d-boy? well, i used to be years ago. a d-boy, huh..” DARKEE shook his head out of indignation so his dreads bounced from side to side. the young male swung on the back legs of the chair which probably was playing with MARK’s nerves, and once DARKEE’s sly eyes caught a glimpse of MARK’s irritation a cheeky smile crept upon his face. “ya make a boi feel like a star, mane, with all’at ‘I heard about you dis and dat’ type shit. you’ve been stalkin’ me, huh? late nights, under my windows, huh?” DARKEEM leaned further in his chair with the dirty grin across his face and sarcastic play of his eyebrows as he stared at the other man. MARK huffed out a whimper and shifted on his seat while DARKEEM readjusted his chair and stuffed his mouth with the lollipop once again. “chill, dawg, sheesh, I’m just playin’, why ya gotta be so nervous, damn.”
“i’m about to die anyways.” MARK said after the long conversation they two had; DARKEEM digging in and beating the shit out of MARK just to find out who sent him. MARK continued. “you seem to be a smart one. how old are you? like 20? i’m just wondering... what’s your backstory? what made you this way?” it was hard for MARK to speak, especially with now teethless mouth. and, like by the blow of the wind, all the playful and sarcastic attitude disappeared from the young hustler’s face. he trailed his eyes away before dropping them down, his teeth stopped chewing on the lollipop which was tucked behind his cheek. who cares, this idiot is one leg in hell now, so why not to talk? DARKEEM shrugged and mumbled lowly, his naturally cat-a-like murmuring voice wasn’t filled with energy as it usually was. “it’s a dumb ass backstory, bruh. i don’t really want to talk about it. i mean, there’s nun much to say.” he chuckled bitterly as he began to swing on the chair again, even more this time without giving a damn about the possibility of him falling back down. “i was born in ATLANTA, ZONE 3 baby. my mama and dadda were litty, you digg, they loved me even when i kept testing their nerves errday, as i remember. ya kno, i’ve been dat curious and energetic kid, a fuckin’ pain inna ass. basically, i had to be in five places and do ten different things at once, so booi, i think my mama almost went nuts because of me.” DARKEE laughed lowly, in a soft tune. he licked over his lips, a sudden shadow of sadness covered his dark, yet bright orbs. but he was quick to blink it away. “they loved me, man. sometimes dadda had to beat my ass. mane, and now as I think ‘bout it, i acted like a kid on some speeds, hah, ya digg, shit crazy mane, but i mean, who’s ass ain’t got whooped by their parents? they loved me and they loved each other, we had a family. usually, they had a lot of people in our house, as a kid i learned not to interrupt them while they were handling business, that’s what they taught me bruh. i had no idea they were pushing dope, i was a fuckin’ child, nah mean? mama whippin’ bricks in the kitchen, dadda talkin’ to all dese men ‘n shit. still, they tried to keep me away from it.” CARTI shrugged some as he bit on his lower lip as he remained silent for some moment. thinking about her beautiful face and her melodic laughter, his mom. his dad yelling at him then in the next moment laughing and hugging him so tight, before they both fist fight playfully. years passed, it’s been a long while but he still remembers everything. “i guess my ass turned seven when both of my parents got locked up. my aunt, that old dumb bitch, took me to her place, bitch was s’posed to take care of me while mama and dadda behind the bars, y’kno..” DARKEEM swallowed the growing anger and embarrassment, it took him several seconds to get himself together. “she and her bitch ass son were them lame ass pimps who were in charge of them crackhead hoes, ya kno. and then she got me. yo, ion’ want to continue.” DARKEEM kicked the table with his leg as his nose scrunched up.
why the fuck DARKEEM decided to open up to the bitch that came after his life? the bitch who’s life DARKEE was about to take for the weak and stupid attempt. MARK was about hop on the train with one way ticket to hell and meet SATAN himself, so maybe, confessing to the dead man wasn’t a bad idea? DARKEEM was alone in this world, and even crazy motherfuckers need to get shit off their chest. “she kept me locked in this dirty ass room for like three damn years. three fucking years she kept... ion gonna say the fuck she did to me just to get a coin. one day, i managed to sneak out and, i ran away. i ran for my damn life and bitch i made it. my ass stayed homeless for a while, but hunger pushed me to do something so stealing food was the only way to stay alive. then, i did what my parents were doing - i began sellin’ dope. later on, after streets raised me, my pops got out.” DARKEEM grew silent. “my mama didn’t make it tho. they say she hung herself, but i kno’ they got her. and dadda found my ass. he figured the fuck i was doin’, beat my ass until i saw JESUS himself, and sent my ass to this college or what the fuck it was. and ay, i stayed there for a lil while. ion needed dat shit, but i had to ‘cause it was my mama’s dream. she always wanted me to graduate, start dis beautiful life ‘n shit. get outta streets. but shit wasn’t for me. so i began pushin’ dope at this damn college. i had my ride or die homie wit’ me, RODDIE. he was helpin’ me ‘n shit. then, i decided to expand my business and i set shit up, so besides the dope game i ended up wit’ weapon trafficin’. who would try to check a damn student who be slangin’ shit straight outta dorm?” DARKEEM smirked as he placed his chair in the right position and threw one leg over the table. “shit went smooth. until one day when RODDIE sat my ass up. he sold me, ya kno? feds came after me, so i had to get onna run.” MARK sat there with his eyes closed, but DARKEEM knew damn well he was listening. “that’s how my ass ended up in LONDON. that’s where i decided to lay low, but shit didn’t stop me from growin’ my lil empire.” his diamond fangs flashed in a dark grin. “and now i’m back, baby. ya thought ya came after the lil boi onna corner? bruh, i’ve been waitin’ for ya. ya can keep actin’ all hero and hidin’ info from me, but i know who ya work for and ya kno ya’ll after me. guess what, imma take ya’ll down one by one.” DARKEE brought back his soft rasp, now a devilish laughter erupted past his lips. “ain’t nobody gonna stop my grind, ya kno? i’m gon’ expand my shit here, in NEW-YORK, and i promise ya, soon RODDIE and DON’s son gonna join ya in hell.” CARTI performed his baby voice, in a ruthless tease. he then grinned showing off the jewellery on his 32. “wanna know what i did to DON? even when he was my dadda’s friend? big ol’ scary kingpin wit’ cliche ass name DON? ha, nah, i ain’t gonna tell ya dat story. ya ain’t deserve it.” DARKEEM rolled his eyes and smacked his plump lips before tossing the lollipop stick at MARK. “frankly, my dear, ya bore the fuck outta me. time to end dis shit.” with that being said, DARKEEM got up from his seat. a blade sparked up in his hand. he walked up behind MARK, pulled him by his hair so his head cocks back; the cold steel touched the male’s throat, and slowly, as if it was an act of pleasure, DARKEEM dragged the knife across MARK’s throat. MARK didn’t had a chance to say his last word, just the pure fear remained in his now dead eyes. “punk ass.” DARKEE huffed with disgust and then stuck the blade into the male’s open mouth. while making his way towards the exit, DARKEE whistled. the door opened and two males entered the room. “clean dis shit up. i’m out.” he threw his demand, took a lollipop from one of the male’s who hurried to hand it to DARKEEM, and stuffing the sucker into his mouth, CARTI left.
he used to be a cool kid, tried to see positive things in everything. he was hype and goofy, even when he went through shit as a child, he had a good heart. he had a lot of friends, was in love once and was ready to give all of himself. but after being betrayed and set up, he changed. he turned into a ruthless demon, who was heartless to the whole world. he’s all alone, even when he has a whole mob full of killers. but in this world, he is all alone and lost. but he has zero fucks to give, as usual. now you know who DARKEEM CARTIER is.
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