CERBURUS • rey whiteshell
falling too fast to PREPARE for this, tripping in this world can be DANGEROUS. everybody circling is vulturous. negative, NEPOTIST. everybody waiting for the f a l l of man, everybody praying for the e n d of times. everybody hoping they can be the one. i was BORN to R U N, i was BORN for T H I S.
Lately, Mei had been spending much of her time on level nine. It was the best distraction she could get from that familiar feeling of restlessness rapidly creeping up on her. Staying in one place for too long did that to her. And her feeling restless wasn’t a good thing. Last time, well, it lead to her being transferred to the acedia. Though, she preferred calling it the “suicide squad” — the troublemaker in her always thought it sounded way cooler that way. “I’m hogging the space again, aren’t I?” Her words came out instantly as she felt a presence walking in, her mid-training. Today her poison was the Fray. And Mei knew she had been there too long already. With a grunt she gave the dummy one last kick, before turning around the face her fellow agent. A smirk formed on her face as she had a thought, her tone changed from guilty to challenging. “Could use a sparring partner… if you’re up for it.”
— °❖｡×「 REY LOVED A CHALLENGE AND he’d be a liar if he said that the thought of sparring an agent with a mutation was intriguing. he wasn’t arrogant enough to think he’d win ( after all, he saw them as gods if they managed to learn self-control ) but he was sure that he could hold his ground. he matched her smirk with one of his own. ❝ you already got me pinned, that’s not fair, ❞ he said, ❝ anyone that hears that tone of yours and ends up walking away has got to be a coward. ❞ he stretched as he stepped into the ring, rolling his shoulders. he was about to spar against, by simple definition, a mutant much stronger than him by default. as soon as the thought passed, he lightly laughed. ❝ of course, they say that being a coward also means being smart. so what does this really say about me ?? ❞ with that, he got into a defensive position, knowing that she was already in her game and he was just getting started. 」
[ herman tømmeraas / bisexual ] kristofer ‘kris’ lundqvist is a new recruit of hellfire brought to Atlantis due to the incredible potential he possesses. the twenty-one year old male hope agent is currently training for prometheus x and earned the callsign “savant”. despite being new to Atlantis, they fare well by being a genius but trainers notice that they are held back by their disinterested attitude.
Level 4′s canteen had fast become Kris’s usual purlieu for the place was usually found to be rather empty and unpopulated between peak times, allowing him to sit in the silence he sometimes craved with the same slight mental stimulation of hearing people go about their day to day lives here. Not crowded, though not completely dead either. Not that the Swede-born male was totally opposed to company, he was just in one of those moods. He was sat at a deserted table, elbow propped up onto the flat surface with his hand firmly supporting his head via the chin, fingers curled up over his jaw to idly scratch at the boy’s cheekbone whilst in thought. A cup of coffee was lightly held in the other upon the flat surface, seeping warmth through into the boy’s palm. As audible footsteps approached the brunet, hazel orbs nonchalantly glanced up and pulled Kris out of some far-fetched reverie, remaining silent for a moment more before finally cutting the silence with a quirk of his brow and falsely welcoming tone. “Yes?”
— °❖｡×「 SIMPLY PUT, REY WAS BORED. there were certain limitations to being a hope agent and although he knew his patience would be well-rewarded, sometimes mock missions and endless training just wasn’t enough. and when that wasn’t enough, he often resorted to bugging others. it just so happened that this time it was kris. rey wore a smile that could melt ice even though, he found quite quickly, fire didn’t matter in atlantis. regardless of that, the young man sauntered to the table with a confidence that could only be molded by diamond point champagne glasses and handwoven silk shirts. ❝ you know, when you get all snippy like that, i can’t help but notice your lips, ❞ rey started, before letting out a soft chuckle, ❝ it reminds me that even the prettiest of things can just hold so much shit inside. it’s what i love about talking to you. really, you’re the handsomest dick i’ve met. and that’s saying a lot. ❞ he made a display of making himself comfortable, challenging kris in a way. he wasn’t leaving any time soon and rey wanted to push buttons to pass the time. his fiery smile dimmed only to appear smug, excited to hear what kind of rebuttals were in store for him today. 」
Oz looked at the keys and hummed as he braced his fingers, cracking the knuckles before he placed some fingers on the keys. Cathardic music was a means of therapy, and Oz was a firm believer in the church of song. Music could cure anything if the right song was played at the right time, bring peace to a restless mind. And so, River Flows In You came from the piano as he began to play, seamlessly dancing over the white and black keys with a small smile.
— °❖｡×「 REY WOULDN’T CALL THE MUSIC enchanting, per se, but it gave him a sense of nostalgia. listening to the tune, he remembered mister winston sitting out at the rooftop garden in between meetings, enjoying the company of his record player and the flowers’ blossoms. although at the time he didn’t understand the eloquency of it, rey was there to enjoy the simple moment where mister winston didn’t cater to the black market and the criminal underground. he smirked at the memory, recalling it like a scattered dream, before leaning against the piano. as the song came to a close, he asked, ❝ is this how you lure in people ?? i like it. a subtle approach and even if you failed, at least you put out a good song. ❞ 」
what the heck is up everyone i have this Idiot™ who i’ve loved throughout the years he’s a whole-ass loser pls love him bc i love him a whole lot
[ cody christian / bisexual ] rey whiteshell is a new recruit of hellfire brought to atlantis due to the incredible potential he possesses. the twenty-three year old male hope agent is currently training for prometheus x and earned the callsign “cerberus”. despite being new to atlantis, they fare well by being assertive but trainers notice that they are held back by their distrusting attitude.
how did project MKHellfire find them?
again, i’m going to try to keep this as short as possible but let’s see how this goes. rey’s backstory is heavily inspired by the movie john wick so pls forgive me for being a nerd. and no, trust me, rey is not baba yaga, i can only wish i was that good of an action writer.
rey was five when it happened. thinking back on it, he came back inside after his cousins refused to play with him outside. at the time he didn’t know why they always chased him off. but it was because he was different than his cousins, wasn’t he? blonde hair and blue eyes and fair skin... why would anyone assume that his mother was native? with her richer skin and thick chestnut brown hair, it was strange to have such a different-looking boy cling to her when they went shopping. so, he watched movies on his overly saturated television. his mom was cooking when it happened. men pounded on the door. his mom told rey to hide.
before he could, the men broke down the door. his mother fought against them at first, but when they grabbed hold of rey who just had too small legs, she submitted. the last thing he remembers about his mom was her calling out his name before a bag was put over both their heads.
rey woke up in a large hotel bed in an even larger decorated, shiny room. the windows were open and rey could see nothing but city. he also met mister winston. he introduced himself as the owner of this hotel. rey had the gall to ask where his mother was. mister winston told him his mother unfortunately needed to pay for things that were long overdue.
“like when you need to pay for your candy.” mister winston smiled at rey’s words.
“yes, like when you need to pay for your candy. are you hungry for some breakfast?”
rey learned quickly not to ask about his mother. the hotel workers gave him the same answer. he also learned that the hotel workers would do anything he said and quickly became spoiled and pampered. but above anything, he learned that mister winston was the law. you always listened to mister winston.
as rey grew and he made that hotel room his home, rey discovered many things about the hotel. he learned that criminals, warlords, mercernaries, and discredited military officials made frequent visits to sort out deals and contracts. the hotel was a hub for the underworld, hidden discreetly amongst other clandestine hotel resorts.
he also discovered his mother’s place in it all. his mother was well-versed in architecture, a collector of blue plans and maps of buildings. she invested herself into her work and soon, made her skills sellable to assassins and mobs to use for any of their contracts and missions through the hotel. she caught a dangerous man’s eye and the fire that sparked was both glorious and painful. and in an attempt to “get out” of such a crime-infested life (rey could only assume it was because of him), she hid. it wasn’t long until she was found and was forced to pay out debts that she had used to try and cut off ties from the hotel, and in extension, the criminal underground.
mister winston told him he didn’t give mercy to those who willingly stepped “into this cesspool, but you, my boy, you were born into it without a choice”. so, instead of rey being cast into the foster system, mister winston adopted him as his own son.
fast forward to just turned legal: rey is a party animal, a star boy, a boss, and a serial killer. he started training to take contracts as soon as he found out his mother’s fate, quick to learn the how-to’s of assassination. he became a suave businessman, on the good side of many mob bosses. and just like his mother, he became obsessed with knowledge. instead of architecture, it was of... biological weapons.
fast forward once again: rey is in an cia interrogation room, awaiting instructions. he’s handcuffed to his chair. despite the compromising situation, rey feels totally in control. as mister winston walks into the room, a familiar face in a uniform standing guard, rey grins triumphantly.
“mister winston,” he says eagerly, “i can become a god. a god of unimaginable power. a god for the good of the hotel. i can be a god for you, father.”
and so, rey convinces mister winston to let the cia take him into custody. rey gives enough information to deem himself valuable but never enough to put mister winston in a bad situation. rey convinces the cia that he wants out for the good of himself. he wants out so badly that he’s willing to become mkhellfire’s property to do it.
do they get along with their teammates?
rey can convince many people of his intentions, but it doesn’t make him any less of a suspicious character. he has a hard time trusting other agents and in turn, makes other agents trust him less. he’s dangerous and charming, almost to the point of being sickening. it’s easy to play with him but it doesn’t make him an easy teammate. soon, you’ll get tired of his questioning, his mico-management, his self-proclaimed leadership, and he’ll get tired of most people (he gets bored of things quite easily). he has a soft spot for those surrounded by criminals just like him, but do with that what you will.
