Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
"great, great!" he merrily mused. slinging an arm over the male's shoulder, sauvage would say, "look buddy, violence is apart of life. i don't encourage it--i lived it!" guiding him toward a spacious table next to the entrance. they'd take a window booth. releasing the ravenette, sauvage took his seat on one side and left the male to his own. plopping a seat next to one of the three women he was with. he'd sling his arm around the blonde; whereas a brunette would come to grab julius vesper by his right arm, tugged him into a both, and said, "come sit with me, cutie!" invitingly.
"listen, i'm a man of many talents. i've lived a life where violence practically ran in my family--i had to learn how to fend for myself against the world my fellow gamer. so," he lean in forward, "in a way? video games are nothing more then a representation of what we go through in everyday life." if anything, the shooting game was a hint to that statement. sauvage was no stranger to a gun, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know this. if you used a traumatizing weaponry to murder your brother, you'd want to overcome that trauma in your own way: pleasure. games were his pleasure, and ever since that day he's treated life as nothing more then a game. they were what helped him after all.
"don't get me wrong my friend, i'm not monster at all. i'm just a simple french man that enjoys his games." nuzzling the blonde woman who resided in his arms. he'd give the woman a peck upon the cheek, and drifted a gaze toward the ravenette haired male, "you like games, don't you friend?" sauvage would then remember, "oh! before you answer, my name's sauvage!" the blunet introduced himself. how could he have forgotten his manners? sauvage was such a spontaneous man that he'd always forget to introduce himself. such a talkative fellow.
notes: ermahgawd, this was high-key rushed. i'm sorry! julius vesper
"bang!" screamed a voice, "bang, bang! bang-bang!" with a chime, a ring, and a ding; these were the sounds that indicated, with each shot taken, there was a successful point added to his score. he was proud of himself, and no one could take his fun away.
beside him were five men, and, currently, three women. the women were raging with screams and the men praised him for his handiwork. "you can't call yourself the king of games and if you can't throwdown in a simple shooter arcade." a cheeky grin. the blue haired male blew upon the toy gun as if it were a real one. sticking the mechanical machinery back into the holster of the game he played. sauvage would come to notice that there was a ravenette male beside him who was failing.
the boy looked down in the dump and, being the kind guy he was, slammed the left palm of his hand upon the male's back--without warning mind you. "hey, hey, hey! cheer up there guy, you don't want to look uncool in front of these beautiful ladies do you?" this was his spot when he came to blow off some steam or get a little rest and relaxation--he didn't need some unwanted blowing his negativity in the air around him. "it's just a game, we all can't be good at everything--like me!" pointing with his thumb toward himself, "i'm just terrible when it comes to being on my best behavior--y'know? when people make you mad, you just need to wail on them before they can keep going on. so, just treat the game like your shooting the person you hate the most!" placing the palm of the exact same hand upon the male's shoulder this time, sauvage's grin never wavered.
"if there's one thing i wish i was good at was singing, am i right ladies?!" a roaring laughter ensued with the group. drifting his eyes toward his fellow youth, he'd ask, "why don't you come hangout with us for a bit in this joint loner boy. you don't wanna look anymore uncool then you already do, aye? you can come eat with us, my treat--i like meeting simpletons like yourself!" sauvage grinned.
notes: ahhh, i'm so excited to thread with you! julius vesper
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"gah!" his left fist was swept away. a sudden smite from rouge's towel caused sauvage's head to rotate to the right; though, as his head turned--so did his body. quickly lowering his top half and switching all of his weight onto his left leg, the blunette, then, rose his right leg in order to conduct a rising, backward clockwise spin kick to rouge's temple. had it landed he'd then kick rouge in the center of his chest with the exact same leg to the push the man; though, should he miss the first assault due to rouge choosing to duck, then he'd switch his weight back unto his right footing to quickly raise his left and bring the left heel of his foot downward. attempting to aim for the male's right shoulder in hopes of crushingly dislocating it. [break][break]
"gyahahaha!!" a wild laughter gave way during the assault. if rouge had, instead, chosen to jump back away from the first assault, sauvage would give chase so that he could grab the male by his neck with his right hand, pull him in, and deliver crushing punch to the face with his left hand. although, he could choose to also block the assault of his leg with the exact same arm that flung the towel at him; though did he have enough time to react? of course, sure! but that would allow for rouge to be grabbed the ankle of his left leg and forced to fall upon the ground.
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let me know if you want me to edit anything or have questions! i'm a bit rusty as fook. but nothing is concrete, these are all hypothetical!! i've forgotten the rules of t1 tbh, lmfaoooo. sorry for the wait, flou!
"hey, hey, hey!" an arm found its way around Émilie Cadence, "don't worry, i'm not that good at singing--unless it's something heavy with a lot of rock to it--but we all eventually learn, right?!" removing his arm, he'd walk in front of the duo. during his walk into the entrance of royal crown, the blunet would state, "you're a cocky fucker, aren't you? maybe that's why you're so familiar." maybe he was a guy he threatened once or something but let go freely. there's a lot of people who give others lip in this goddamn city--though it's not as if he doesn't enjoy it! it made conversation all the more entertaining.
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"seriously, girl you're the best--and you too guy, where would i bet without you both? this must be fate! running into strangers is the best," he exclaimed with a hearty laughter. though he'd forgotten, coming to a stop, he'd extend his right hand to ENZO PATEL and his left to Émilie Cadence, "the name's sauvage, let's get along nice!" whether they shook his hand or not wasn't of his concern. he just wanted to make the atmosphere more trusting between these two--though, due to telling them he had no friends the sympathy was probably enough, at least in the purple haired girl's case.
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"ah man, what to do first? there's so much that goes on in royal crown. i know i said we should play games, but honestly? i kinda wanna grab a bite to eat--like pizza! fuckin' a i could go for some pizza," exclaimed sauvage. during the time they were to be in royal crown, he'd, also, begin his search for his next victim. just which one of these individuals possessed a star seed that shone brighter than any other. it was all for chaos that he did this. he needed a couple of guinea pigs to divert him from suspicion, and these two were definitely the better candidates.
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"come on, come on. let's go find a place to sit and we can have drinks plus food on the house! i know the guy near the food area, he actually owes me a lot of favors after what i did for him." favors being that the guy owed him a bit of money, and working here was the best way he could begin to pay sauvage back. "so you two, what do you wanna do first?" he jovially asked the pairing.
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hey, hey, hey... was this guy serious? was he really not going to fight his goons? sauvage wanted to use this as a time to analyze the guy's star seed worth--but hey? when has one plan ever went through without failure. if the guy wasn't going to entertain the crowd, then he was just going to have to do it himself. it'd been sometime since he actually boxed with anyone who had the coconuts to step to sauvage, but he wasn't a leader for nothing--and this guy was going to learn why.
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"alright red, if you want me to personally break your face and make you my bitch--sounds fun! i've always wanted to call someone "bitch-chan" after this japanese cartoon i watched, doesn't it have a nice ring?" a laughter followed upon the blunette beginning to strip. removing his leather jacket and tossing it to the side, he'd then say, "out of the way boys, it might get bloody and i'd hate you all to have to go home and explain yourselves to the family." the sound of fabric shredding emanated about the room. a deep scar wound could be found upon sauvage's chest, as though he were cut by something great. with his bare chest revealed, a sinsiter grin emerged.[break][break]
"exciting, exciting, exciting, exciting..." his goons began to disband from around marius the moment sauvage began his walk. that walk soon turned into a slow job, and then that said job hurdled into a sprint. a face--no--rather, his eyes, screamed how much he was excited to have his fist interact with marius's own.
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"ready yourself, red!"
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had he stood up in time to prepare for combat. sauvage's left hand was stretched back, his right forearm placed to the front of him in order to properly counter the assault of a knee or any form that involved a leg strike; though, sauvage's face was well open for a left hook if marius so desired to take it. the people wanted a cage fight? impossible, something too inhumane was about to occur. the outcome of this fight was unable to be decided at this very moment, but the beginning of who would deliver the first blow? well, either of them had such a chance. it all merely depended on marius's actions.
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what...? had been his first thought in response.
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a grin was no longer plastered on his face. his smile long gone and forgotten. a stern look had been worn, as though trying to gather the scattered disbelief in the fact that his generosity was denied. how would the stern face of sauvage respond? there was all but one way: hands placed in his pocket and his right foot slamming unto the side of rouge's right. he stood in front of rouge who possessed nothing more then a cold gaze; whereas, villainous, sauvage wore a fiery smile.
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with a sinister grin. sauvage nearly had his face touching the redhead's. one inch-away from rouge, crowds of many began to look over toward the duo out of fear for what was to come next. many were aware of who the pair were, and for these two to buttheads? that only spelled trouble. a grin that never wavered. sauvage began to speak in a low-tone of voice, "hey, hey, hey..." the blunet whispered, "you got a lot of nerves to talk like that to me, red. not too many guys like you got the stones," he complimented. he began to repetitively slam his left foot upon the bench which marius sat on, laughter following in place, "gahahaha, i like this this fuckin' guy!" a widened grin and heavy panting were enough to show just how excited he became.
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it was official: he wanted red's star seed. men like him were to be feared--that cocky attitude and hardened demeanor reminded him of his father, he wanted to rip red to shred. "alright, then, i understand. you don't want to get involved with the people who earned their status through blood money--basically, right? i mean, why would you want to get involved with powerful men who're nothing more then corrupt--you have some self-righteous sense of pride bullshit to uphold, yeah? even though my offer would've gotten you out of here..." he wouldn't wait for a response, only ending the conversation with a, "tch." he removed his feet off of the bench, hands no longer within his pocket.
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"alright then," as he began to walk away, he'd come to pat the shoulder of one of his goons, "go have some fun boys." and so four goons, under his order, began to encircle the mighty rouge, "sorry, red. but i'm gonna make sure you can't fight in this place anymore. guys like you need to be reprimanded--punished for their shitty 'tudes." a cocky grin etched unto his face as he stood far from the slaughter that was about to occur, "yeah, i'm gonna make sure of that--any last words?" he'd ask the now, so called, "red".
for the moment he had a blank expression staring at the pony-tailed man (ENZO PATEL ). examining the individual's exterior and frontal posture--mostly, his facial expression. he reminded him of someone, a certain guy. he couldn't put his finger on it, but he could have sworn this man was near one of his goons--just who, though? this was irritating.
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he was brought out of his trance when the sudden collision of an unknown girl brought the male back into reality. looking over his shoulder as he would notice, ready to deck the individual that bumped him, it was a female. a toothy grin and furrowed brows, sauvage turned his head slowly to see just exactly who was the individual that had the audacity, "so you're lookin' to die, aye?" he stated, hands twitching with an itch to choke the individual by the throat. "ah..." the girl before him looked pretty frail and weak. he lost interest, and after she had spoken sauvage would comment, "watch where you're g---....ooh..." suddenly an idea came to mind. turning his head toward the male across the street and back toward the woman, he'd say, "hey! hey! hey!" picking the little lady up by her bicep (@selen). a wide grin was plastered upon his face as his gaze shot right back over toward the male, "since you're here, little lady, let's have some fun--aye," he called toward the other male across (ENZO PATEL ), "you look like a man who's into competition. let me get a whiff of what you're workin' with in royal crown, come get your ass handed in cage fighter--or are you a kentek kinda guy?" a cocky grin etched unto sauvage's lower face.
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"or would you prefer we do some karaoke, little lady (Émilie Cadence )?" he asked the light hair colored girl. "come on, my treat. i have enough money that can last us the whole night; you don't want a guy like me to be lonely all night, right? that'd be too cruel, i don't have many friends y'know!" he wasn't lying for he had a good reason. i mean, if you were in the same occupation as he could you really have friends around you? "it's rare i get out or even have a normal life--i'm a super busy guy and all, gahaha! so let's make it a memorable night, what do you say?" he jabbed. releasing the little lady by her arm, he'd be sure to give the girl a friendly smile.
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"plus, you, my friend, have a real familiar face. and i wanna figure out why...that...is," sauvage teasingly stated with. tapping the point of his chin with each pause, then, right after, directing the exact same finger he used to point directly toward the male. tonight was goin' to be a memorable one for sure.
jet black combat boots crafted heavy steps. there were the sound of many heading toward what looked to have been an alley. several goons lined up. a gun pointed directly toward a single individual, who resided upon the ground, bled from the side of his head. "people like you are what tick me off the most, detective. you're not that good at your job to have been found out by me and my boys..." he'd turn to his goons who wore plastered grins on their face. "my old man entrusts me to deal with the likes of people like you--trash, unwanted pest." handing the firearm to one of his brethren, he'd fix the detective's tie. "i could kill you, but...then that'd make your wife sad, wouldn't it? let's not forget you have two growing boys." the blunette, leader of the goons, wore a pretend frown as though he, too, would be sad of the man's death. "for you to leave them so soon detective, well, that's the most cruelest thing a father can do."
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a hard smack to the bruised male's face was given to him by sauvage. he stood to prep for his leave, "you see...you can tell us as much as you want, but we have people tailing you just the same. we can play cat and mouse all you want inspector...but at least have some skills like sherlock holmes would ya? it seriously shouldn't have been this easy to snag you." rubbing the back of his head. sauvage became rather bored with speaking with inspector for a yawn escaped his maw, telling the men that they could take him away with all but a simple snap of the finger.
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"and while you guys deal with him, i'll be on my own for the evening. got some stuff i need to do around here--like go play video games or pickup a french whore!" laughter ensued as sauvage wandered off, waving his men as he left their side. now, alone, he took to the streets of new paris. the evenings were the only time he was capable of being alone to gather his thoughts, pondering on what his next move were to be--and the duty of acting upon chaos' will. it was sometime since the obtaining of his power from the woman who bestowed unto him said abilities, and he was going to use them to the fullest; though, for now, he wanted to at least take a break from all the hard work he's been doing over the week.
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to celebrate the night of going solo and another successful assignment given to him by his father. sauvage chose to take to the arcade. though he was an adult man, he enjoyed going to the royal crown every now and then. he deserved a bit of rest and relaxation, for once night fell that was the signal to begin his second occupation during the midnight hour. as he neared the royal crown an unknown individual would capture his attention.
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"hey, hey, hey!" roared the masculine voice of rasp that hid between it. there were a couple of men who watched the blunette that waltzed over to the fighter from afar. with a simple hand rose, he'd tell the goons afar to go about their business. "i like a guy who can handle himself in the ring--no," he'd pause, taking a seat upon the bench to replace his previous words, "a man that can handle himself in the cage!" gritted fangs and piercing cerulean daggers focused unto the redhead. "pretty sure a guy like you could take on ten or more if they messed with you, am i right?"
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a casual fan. nothing scared the blunette that was sauvage. he was a seeker for excitement and danger, so doing this was nothing more then a chore. he was sitting next to a lion right now--practically begging to stick his head into the guy's mouth. "you can't expect yourself to do this forever, red!" sauvage called the bright haired fighter, "a lion like you is practically being watched carefully by all these rich men," slinging an arm over the fighter, he'd lean in--had he been allowed--to whisper, "i mean...when your rich, you can buy anything right? a lion's something any rich man would want--and these men here--including me--want you, but i don't want you going off to some horrible monster my friend, gahaha!" a hearty laughter followed as the blunette cackled at his own words.
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rouge was the type many crime organizations sought after. he was the perfect hitman, "now that you're available to talk, why not become one of my goons? i treat my guys right, and a guy like you doesn't want to do this for his entire life--right? fighting? you get old y'know, and i don't think underground cage matches pay enough for you to retire." to think he could control a lion was mahogany! but he was a man of action--someone who sought out risk. "i've been watching for sometime y'know, i come down here occasionally for celebratory fights and drinks, and i have to say--you keep me entertain, red," sauvage stated, "reminds me of my youth and school days. nightly street fights and gang wars? that was the life, exciting, a thrill, and full of freedom! i feel alive," the blunette would stand in excitement, expressing his emotions with spread arms and mischievous smile, "but that just isn't enough--it's not exciting if you don't have a proper being at your side who can match the essence of excitement--to keep that joy going." as he stood, he'd look down toward the red haired fighter. his hands, now, placed in his pockets.
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"tell me..." sauvage would ask, "do you enjoy fighting in these cages every night?"
RANK: ★☆☆☆☆ [break] CLASS: corrupted [break] [break] SP. SKILL: [ POWER BANK ] — Shocking title, right? Okay, but seriously, becoming one of the corrupted may be seen as that of a negative. But you've been gifted with a tremendous power! It may not seem like much, but rest assured, in capable hands? It could be quite the issue. For starters, whenever you sustain damage, absorbing electricity will heal you instantly. The larger the damage, the more electricity you will need for healing. Also, with stored electricity, you are able to act as a magnet to metal objects. Bringing them closer to your person at the flick of your wrist. But remember, this ability only appears if you have absorbed electricity. And, the larger the item, the more electricity you'll need to absorb to attract it. Of course, everything comes with its drawbacks. Water and rubber are your worst nightmares. Getting too wet can cause you to suddenly shock yourself as well as those around you by touch. And rubber? Well, it makes your sparks null and void. That, and if you absorb too much electricity, you will become intoxicated until it is released (using your abilities).
INVENTORY
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WEAPONRY
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TRANSFORMATION
APPEARANCE: Describe your transformation. An image(s) is/are most certainly welcomed as well.
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ABILITIES
NAME: lightning gauntlet[break] CLASS: D[break] EXAMPLE: [ click here ][break] DESCRIPTION: due to inexperience using his newfound power. the gauntlets have yet to take a concrete form. with crackling electricity and a look of distortion, one can clearly see--even in its impure form--that they're made to look like gauntlets. the gauntlets traverse toward sauvage's elbow; whereas, the fingers look to take the shape of claws. it's due to his personality and inexperience that it's why they have such a wild and distorted form. when adorning the gauntlets, he gains enhanced super strength. the level of his strength is comparable to a gorilla.[break]
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NAME: lightning sprint[break] CLASS: D[break] EXAMPLE: [ click here ][break] DESCRIPTION: due to inexperience using this newfound power. the boots have yet to take a concrete form. with crackling electricity and a look of distortion, one can clearly see--even in its impure form--that they're made to look like knee-high boots; though, at the foot area, they seem to take the shape of inhumane claws just like his gauntlets. when adorning the boots, he gains peak human speed equaling that to an olympic champion. should one receive a physical kick from these claw-like boots, they'll receive damage equal to that of being hit by a rock strength. [break]
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💀 — street boxing was all he knew. his mother never wanted him to enter the life of the french mafia, but his eldest sibling had already achieved such a feat. he was acknowledged by their father. he wanted to know why couldn't he feel that acknowledgement--the love--their father had for the eldest but not the youngest? his mother pleaded, prayed, and begged for the young cardwell sibling to not follow in the footsteps of the elder sibling, but he was already spiraling toward a dark path above the surface of the underworld.
[break][break] 💀 — born new paris, france. he was born and raised in new paris for all of his life. he attended an international private school where, in it, he formed his own gang. a child of destruction, even the teacher knew not to mess with the violent blunet or else it only meant trouble for the teacher in question. causing havoc, vandalism, and bullying, he was a bad apple to the core. anyone who'd gone to school with him knew he was one not to get involved with. [break][break] 💀 — street boxing at night during his teenage years. his father had found the final straw. the complaints that were made by his mother were eventually reached to his father. and that was when he'd decided to let his youngest child become nothing more then a foot soldier. since he didn't want to take school serious, why not introduce him to the life of a french mafian?
[break][break] 💀 — there were those who served as the brain in the cardwell family, and others the muscle; he was nothing more then muscle at this time. though he was new to the scene, he was not new the ordeals that took place. rackteering, extortion, assault and blatant kidnapping? these were practically his forte, what his school gang did to the other students. there were many assignments handed to him by his father--where his father had a lot of hope and prayer for his sons downfall--and, to his dismay, sauvage came back in one piece; though some of his fellow comrades never made it back. afterwards, overtime, he grew closer to being acknowledged by his father who'd decided to make him a capo. but that wasn't what he wanted, he didn't want to run "another" crew. he wanted to be the right hand beside his father.
[break][break] 💀 — his eldest sibling was nothing more then an under boss that controlled the capos, and was one step closer to becoming apart of their father's side. jealousy had, then, began to set in. it was upon a night that his eldest sibling wanted to talk about the relationship between sauvage and he--as well as their father. at first, he made seem as though he wanted to reassure sauvage that he'd always have his brother's back. but it wasn't until he began to belittle, talk down, and describe sauvage as nothing more then a "false human," something lower then even a prisoner who committed a grave crime: he was scum. sauvage's brother knew of the secret behind his the many allies that were lost upon assignments given to him by their father--who worked alongside sauvage--it was the younger brother, sauvage, who was the culprit behind their deaths. he was the one who killed them and threatened to silence any member that'd chosen to blab about this fact that did not perish.
[break][break] 💀 — a fact that he wasn't suppose to learn. it mattered not whether he knew or didn't. if anything, it made sauvage scream with a wrathful heart. hating his brother all his life and wanting their father's love--attention. his elder brother called sauvage a madman, someone who would never be acknowledged by father; especially if one could kill their fellow allies--no--their family like it's nothing for a simple title by daddy's side. regardless, he was going to take sauvage down--or rather vowed for it.
[break][break] 💀 — it wasn't until something strange occurred. sauvage felt a strange, burning sensation within his body--a being manifesting before him with a gift of liberation, a word on freedom of one's inhibitions and true desires. this feeling felt strange and yet...so good. as though his deep seeded anger was being told to release. whatever this feeling was, it made it more easier to kill his brother. and so, without hesitation, sauvage pulled a gun from behind his back pocket, pointed, and with a simple grip? his brother's life was no more. [break][break] 💀 — a heartbreaking sacrifice, but could the wild card truly let people find out about what he'd done to past members? of course not! therefore, his brother's death was pinned upon enemy families. sorry big brother, but with you out of the picture then father would understand that he was the more superior sibling--the man capable of being their father's right-hand. but the feeling he--the words spoken by that being...the power? that definitely won't be forgotten and now he had a will to carry out, all in the name of chaos.
The skin LIGHTS OFF was made by JAWN of WICKED WONDERLAND.
HALATION was created by KOJIHIME. Images belong to their respective artists. All codes and scripts belong to their respective coders. Please DO NOT take anything without the owners' permission.
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