i kinda wanna change my icons for tyrian so i’m gonna do things like that throughout this week and try to make some in character things <3 and change my bio for him
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i kinda wanna change my icons for tyrian so i’m gonna do things like that throughout this week and try to make some in character things <3 and change my bio for him
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TYRIANAC ( TYRIAN ):
Instead of the usual burst ofpleasure that came frombeing complimented,a frown finds its way onto scarred lips as rust colored hues regard the other withunconcealed disgust.Hatred courses through his veins, andwith each beat of his heart a fresh wave ofcontempt comes crashing down upon his being. Shouldersrefuse to tense, an act of defiance on his part —- a way of showing the other man thathe did not fear him. And that henever will. The words he was met with hissudden appearance makes his temperflare sharply, yet he resolves to wait and seejust exactly what the other had wanted from him first. It must’ve beenimportant if he had sought him out —juicy too. So he lies with a facade ofcool and collected,tonguespewing words with a tone laced with venom.
❝ —pleasure seein’ you again, grown from thelast time I’ve saw ya’ huh? ❞
Acomplete disregard of his first statement —- he needn’t give the younger manany information he might use against him.
❝ D’unno, I’d say you can gocheck for yerself’ but we all know where you’reactually going. ❞
Innocent whistle is given as eyesdeliberately shift towards the soil below their feet.
He snickers at the comment — GROWN ? has he grown from the last time ; truth be told, the word was badly used. it was more of … MATURED, but in a good way? not at all. instead, he matured to become one of the WORST KIND OF PEOPLE EVER ; after all, he’s been intoxicated with the world’s PAIN and MISERY that CHOKES HIM INSIDE. what’s oxygen when you can’t even breathe the air of happiness ? he speaks with death by his side, he speaks of sorrow and grief; a hand placed on his hip, he gives a low glance as an eyebrow is raised .
❛ now, I am curious on where you think I’m actually going. mind telling me that ? seems to me that I’m a tad bit lost on what you’re speaking, drunk man. ❜
As one would say: keep your friends close but your enemies closer. sadly, he didn’t have any friends- they’ve died in Lucifer’s personification’s hand which lies BENEATH HIS SOUL. he knew Qrow was SMART despite the addiction for alcohol ( ? ) but he’d manage his way to ANSWERS. As the devil’s RECRUITED him as one of theirs, the gods have BETRAYED him since the moment he KILLED A MAN.
MUTE
tyrianac:
with roman gone, her patience had all but vanished. constant self control was something of the past - whatever madness she could play up in order to distract from her hopes of returning to the faelands, she reflected as clearly as possible. his long gone gaze was met with shifted pupils and irises, claws of cracked pink paint raised to feign a strike across his cheek, and a series of clicks and chitters in laughter at his raised brows. silence resumes only when salem enters, veiny fingers briefly running through pastel locks in passing. the siren is briefly praised for her potential in playing a large role of the plan, a vague hint that little neopolitan is more than meets the eye.
nothing more but respect ( ? ) for a female like her. a woman who’s mute but her actions are mysterious / shocking, who’s patience was very limited and eyes burn annoyance / rage, one could even say. if she could speak, she’d have a SWORD FOR A TONGUE, night in the heart and room in the body for only the mysterious— she was UNFATHOMABLE. and he was only a pupil as he saw her to be a PRECEPTOR. his lips curved slowly as a normal and innocent smile, but its spreads more than he had expected ; helpless to even think of his smile not turning joker-like. his tongue clicks, a grin remained and he speaks with such EAGER.
❛ now .. you’re something more than innocent. I can feel that we’ll get along very well–– let’s have a chat just after the inner meeting, yeah ? you seem more than what meets the eye. ❜
WINTER
tyrianac:
He knew so much about her, her responsibility, her family, yet she knew not of his. Not even a name to begin with. How much did this man know of her? Did he know all the sweet and bitter the details of her past? Did he knew of mother? ( Her REAL mother ? ) It was almost unfair and unsettling how much knowledge he held of the Schnee without bothering to toss her a remote shred of introduction. Not to mention that it wouldn’t KILL him to use some manners.
❛ I hold the right to talk with whom I choose. And I suggest you choose your next words wisely if you prefer your TONGUE to remain in that mouth of yours… ❜
Beside him lies a KINGDOM OF SPIRITS of those he’s murdered / killed / influenced in their lives, as the inside of him roams a HAUNTED HOUSE in which remains his FEARS and his REGRETS because truth be told, every little blood splattered on his lingering DESIRING BODY was nothing more but INTOXICATION of his lust. She, the snow queen ( as told my Qrow at the least ), was FEISTY ; oh did it intrigued him even more than before. he bits the tip of his lips as a wide grin takes part while he speaks cockily.
❛ now, is that supposed to be taken as a compliment or a threat ? surely you have a way of removing tongues, I do too. Not to mention, you’re daring–– at least from the looks of it. let’s exchange informations and perhaps our tongues will remain... ❜
let it be known that I’m going to attempt to rp on here this week...
SILVER EYES.
@tyrianac
An old inside joke between her &. Yang ran through little red’s head as she was ushered through the forests of Omyn. Tyrian, or so he called himself, had found her and been lucky enough to capture the speedy girl. A long time ago Yang once asked her what Ruby would do if she ever got kidnapped — &. while her answer had been nothing but teasing, it nearly rang true now. Ruby simply answered that she would annoy her captor in hopes they might let her go from sheer frustration of such an obnoxious captive.
Dead leaves crunched under her boots as Ruby shuffled forward, briefly wiggling her wrists against her restraints when they started to burn. Tyrian had a tight grip on her, which made escaping all but impossible. Either way, Ruby pretended like all was well, &. her cheerful voice continued to ring out despite the circumstances. ‘ Oooh, wait, I’ve got another song. ‘ She grinned before clearing her throat with a cough.
‘ Only a cat of a different coat, that’s all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws ! &. mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours ! &. so he spoooke —- ! ‘
Her song was abruptly cut off as Tyrian roughly shoved her against the bark of a tree, a faint squeak being forced from her throat. His threat caused Ruby’s heart to start pounding in fear while her signature silver eyes widened in surprise. ‘ Ya’ know, if you were going to kill me, you’d have done so already. You’re obviously taking me to someone who wants me alive, &. you seem kinda lost. What’s so wrong with my singing ? Or I could tell you some stories ? Come on, I’m bored &. we only have each other to talk to ! If I can’t talk then could you tell a story ? ‘
❛ you do have a smart mouth for a young girl –– thinking you’re the good shit here. well think again, little red, little by little you will be dying. maybe not physically, but in another way. ❜
hitting her skin with the AIR EXPELLED from his LUNGS , it was hot and possibly steamy , it was as if DEMON’S WORDS were escaping his mouth, he licks his lips , slowly he spoke taking her attention very seriously. he wasn’t going to let this one GET AWAY, he wasn’t going to let some HUNTER take the silver eyed female away from his grip. with that, he TIGHTENS the rope around her wrist, a smile forming on his pale-like visage as his cheeks began to somewhat TEAR UP from how EXCITED , how GLAD and how MANIACTIC he was feeling–– did she think she could save herself ? was she trying to keep her optimistic side going and pretend as if nothing horrible could happen ? oh but she would be DREAMING, in that case.
in whatever situation he was caught up to, he could sense danger. he could have left her there, tied up by a tree and threatened her by attempting to kill her- not by his hands, but of the claws of the GRIMMS. though the mission will be failed in that case, and there was no need to anger his ‘mother’ / his boss : SALEM. with that being said, his arm remains by her neck , he pushes some strength to it a tad bit ( though choking her was not his objective ) instead, his objective was to see FEAR in her eyes–– the sort of fear that HAUNTS children, one that makes them DEAD IN THE INSIDE, that will be with them FOREVER. he wants to see her afraid, he wants to see her SHIVER, BEGGING HER LIFE, he doesn’t want any MERCY- that’s bullshit. he want to show how he was RUTHLESS and how pitying was and meant NOTHING to him because he knows that’s all but a game / a though / a belief people would think when they’re in danger. what’s JUSTICE ? nothing.
❛ it’s so sweet how you underestimate my capabilities of knowing these forests, these streets. oh sweet darling, you’ll be shocked when we arrived at our first destination. You may think we’re lost but have you ever thought that’s what I want you to think ? –––––– so, will you shut it or are you begging for pain ? just tell me, I’ll gladly do so. ❜
SCHNEE.
tyrianac:
Humans were very private creatures, hoarding secrets as dragons do with treasures of the realm and Winter wasn’t exactly keen on revealing something so intimate. Not to a stranger, at least… and NOT to a someone as unsettlingly eager as the asker before her. What exactly was he trying to accomplish..?
❛ I suppose everyone’s fearful of something… ❜
The statement served as mere deflection, hopefully to divert this entire interaction. Frankly, she didn’t care to even know of his name, so long as their time would be cut short.
❛ of course .. but please be more specific. –––– does a conversation not suit your mood today, snow queen ? did father piss you off over the phone ? did the general say something hurtful, or maybe you can’t join his so called cult. why such the cold shoulder, Schnee ? ❜
&. he who was a personification of the so called FALLEN ANGEL, one that worked / works as Satan’s ANGEL–– hah ! what IRONY. he who speaks was no believer, he who speaks believes in NOTHING. does he speak religion when it is needed ? truthfully, yes. but his mind believed in nothing more but SIMPLE DEATH, SIMPLE AFTER LIFE–– if there was even one, to begin with. and so he who speaks fears of MILLIONS THINGS out there ( one of them being death itself ) because one famous man had always said that fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
fauntus replied to your post “what the heck you guys, i really want tyrian to have friends but he...”
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what the heck you guys, i really want tyrian to have friends but he can’t have friends in general because he an evil child of mine but like ! come to me if you have any ideas for pre-establish things because having tyrian come up to every single muse like ‘lmao wtf u doing here’ ‘lmao no this is mine gtfo’ gets very repetitive he needs friennnnnnds
Do not courageous men endure death because they are afraid of yet greater evils ? then he who sits in silence, his feet on the chair, a sound of thunder as darkness ARISES. oh but he would think it was Salem in which he fears ever greatly, but did his eyes BETRAY his thoughts. he who walks in silence, delicacy and a tad bit of agony in his eyes — he was just like the man Salem has been DESPERATELY looking for : Ozpin. he looked exactly like him but with more grimm, more darkness, more DEADLY than he has ever looked before.
with that, he doesn’t speak a word, not even to a soul that passes through him, amber seemingly eyes followed him- every step he took. he was afraid. of what ? of the consequences of his actions, his words, ( his logic. ) if there was anything in the cult he despises the most and yet kept the thought to himself, it was the fact they spoke all for themselves WITHOUT thinking. an unconscious mind speaks for itself. instead, he waits for the HEADMASTER to speak. in royalty he reigns along with Salem- they were his boss, he was only a peasant / another PAWN in a silly game.
@ribidius //
tyrianac:
I lost my last starter call but also I’m lazy af to find it, so cheers lets have another starter call ! LENGTH MY VARY and I’ll hop in your inbox for some ideas if ever I need some because I can be clueless ( cap 5-10 because nad is a lazy bum )
JOHANN.
tyrianac:
—— “ you may use them soon enough. ” but fingertips gently pull the volatile weapons from his brother’s hands, RELEASING the quaint possibility that they may taken without his sight to witness. his childish exuberance was something FASCINATING to see. something so displayed in such JUBILANT manners - at the sight of such destructive devices, truly fit for king. “ however, for now, why not keep them in their PRISTINE state? that you can use them in their most beautiful state against those who may attempt to go against us, especially so that i seemed to have — discovered a few.. insubordinates. ” and as such, he returns the weapons to their original position ( LET HIM RUN WILD, LET HIM LAY A TRAIL OF RED THAT YOU MAY FOLLOW, TO FIND HIM ONCE MORE. ) in his hand, a SMILE brought upon his features. “ and i believe such ’toys’ could very much deliver a clear message to them, don’t you believe? ”
❛ why not use them now ? hunt them down, bring them in, torture them–– why not PRACTICE on them ? ❜
&. his smile fades upon the other male’s hands touching his to return the places of sharp objects. he’s lived nothing but a life of CRUELTY and PAIN ; it was practically a life of tragedy, well in his point of view, he’d assume. truthfully, all his desires consists of lust ( whether it be to kill, to love, ) he wants to see BLOOD SPLATTER ON HIS FACE, he wants to see people BEG THEIR LIVES, he wants people to feel the MERCIFUL FEELING that he’s had when he was young and reckless. this is what his FATHER has turned him to–– a monster that lives with the SATISFACTION of cruelty and death. he’s simply a personification of satan. and with that being sad, he speaks softly along with a frown, eyes avoiding contact with the other male as he follows his hands placing the sharp toys onto where they belonged. he’s lost what he’s been desiring all along.
❛ when is soon ? –– tonight ? johann ... you know it’s been awhile, now. ❜
❛ you’re quite the hot shit for an uncle but don’t you think your little red is a old enough to travel alone without an adult following her around ? –– tell you what, it’s quite the creeps if you ask me. ❜
they’ve met briefly before, though he knows a tad bit of him thanks to Salem and the inner circle meetings. he was an ENEMY — it was unlikely to know whether he recalls his face. frankly, it’s been quite awhile. though, for Tyrian in the other hand, he recalls the uncle’s face ( it was quite hard to forget the face of a former BROTHER OF RAVEN, GOOD FRIEND with the girl with SILVER EYES. well at least, when he was young, during his youth. from those days to today, tyrian has been remaking himself as he collapses to be a reborn like a rioting star — a dark side you could say, and from the shadows he steps out quietly,
❛ –– nice to see you again, Qrow. how’s Summer holding up in your so called heaven ? ❜
@upqrow //
slcyer replied to your post: ↱ = being lost with them . ( PLEASE IMAGINE TYRIAN...
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I love it so much, feel free to reply to it tbh <3
❛ oh yes. —— ❜
he was filled with dopamine–– one for LUST, it was probable. but it was more on a dopamine of motivation and success. why ? because who would ever think the most psychotic person in Remant would ever cross paths with one of the MOST wonderful / beautiful and probably Ironwood’s bestest mates in the military. but most importantly, one of the daughter’s of the Schnee company. he was EXCITED ; frankly, he was too excited that his hands are pressed together, eyes shine while his lips curve into a smirk.
❛ do tell, miss Schnee, do you have any fears ? ❜
@lcequeen //