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.
His dream just about ended, when he felt a probing on his neck, suddenly shot up awake with loud groan. What the? He slowly picked himself up to sitting position making more noises felt body aches all over, red eyes slowly opening up to meet up with the female before him. The light reflecting off her sweet purple hair, gentle gaze full of worry... Absolutely sickened him, "I'm fine.. I'm fine.. Get away from me...." He mumbled attempting to push her should she be close enough, further from himself. This of course only to remind him, why he was slightly napping on the grass in the first place. All those damn battles, he flinched face scrunching up, ouch ouch... Why did he push himself too far to meet quota? Why couldn't he be smart and just.. Fight 1 at a time throughout the month.
Once given room, he'll pick himself off the ground, look over at the items disorganized outside the bag. Crap! His class! He quickly pulled out the phone, releasing loud groan... He slept through half the class! Not even in class.. "Great. I messed up..." He groaned upset with himself.
Damn this day had been awfully horrible, he made the big mistake of procrastinating his Magi job for far too long, and now was forced to face down creature after creature. His hands were tired, his body was beginning to ache from long over-usage without sleep, and most importantly he had class in literally ten minutes! This 1 monster looking thing just wouldn't go down, practically fought back any attack with absolute resolution to kill him! Only by pure chance he managed to get close enough to touch the thing, when it disarmed him, the thing looked too happy about its success. With the leg now getting huge rash, he successful to grab a dagger throw it right at the creature, making contact to break the creature down. The corpse fading to nothing leaving behind a small grief seed. With a large breath of relief, he picked it up, pocketed the small item.
He plumped right there on the university grassy grounds, under large tree turning from the change of season. His breathing large and heavy, sweat built up completely... Right class. He had to go to class now.. Class.. He, didn't wanna go, it was just more lessons about production of animals. A small moan and the little effort he had to sit up was completely wasted as he fell back down into the grass. The cool winter breeze blowing through made him feel awfully great.. Almost wonderful. Could just sleep here... forever..
Today the outfit of choice was blue jeans, black shirt with golden printed dragon, and his messenger bag filled with university books all scattered from sloppily falling in the grass. Somebody could probably ask if he was okay, maybe help him pick up his things, or simply happened to be passing by to say hello to this odd stranger.
Saturday night, why was he here at home watching tv bored out of his mind? He should be out partying, studying, or collecting those damn grief seeds. He absolutely had no will or determination to do anything, just laid on the couch absolutely miserable. His belly began to rumble, signaling it was time to get off the couch you lazy bum. A small groan escaped him, as he tossed the remote to the table, slowly picked himself up off the couch. his hair an absolute white mess, wearing nothing but a large Assassin Creed shirt followed with small black boxers.
Making his way to the fridge, staring at the emptiness, he had decided Pizza probably best option. Picking up the cellphone, he gave a quick order followed with Mineral water to drink. Leaned on the counter waiting, yawning, and groaning all same time. He looked around the rather nice apartment, it was rather nice and probably worth more than he was. The thing was prepaid for two years, and be utter waste to just move out. This is what happens when your step-father goes insane apologizing for everything he'd done, surprising his Mom left instead just taking the apartment for herself. Well... Maybe it wasn't surprising, maybe it was the work of that weird magical creature. Who knows. He just lived alone, with no real worry for two years... Sounded like a limited lifespan.
He slowly bent over picking up a couple clothes here and there on the floor, throwing them onto a pile. Why did he just take off his clothes randomly in the place. A small sigh escaped his mouth, realized just how dirty the place was, between the random university books wide open... The paperwork thrown around, as if a monster tornado came through, finally just the random piles of mineral water bottles. Maybe he should hire a maid, or something. Whatever.
His old teacher? His guard lowered interested by this information, though he didn't push for more information. That would have been absolutely rude, instead he just felt awkward uncertain, and tired still. This didn't at all help his mood, at least overall. He felt greatful the Mr. Android had apologized, at least.. They were, equal terms? Maybe? Then the guy could just backstab him and sue him... Act all friendly lower his guard, BAM! lawuiste! This giving his thoughts a little edge to slam the guy's head into the sink, drown him in water. No wait the toilet! The mirror!!
Thoughts interrupted as the guy pulled out a card, handing it to him, a small business card, before turning to walk away. Signus accepted the card stared down at it confused, the guy wanted him to call? Later? Contact? Was he going to sue, or just.. going to his teacher? His red eyes looked up from the card to the steel eyes, just as the man spoke of have a nice day. Just. that. He blinked, and guy was gone, this leaving him with the card and creeping dark thoughts. With a deep breath, he typed the card's number into his phone before pocketing... Probably never call anyway. Turned to the mirror, so his precious oh so ugly face. This. Was awful, run bit water, washed it off relaxing. Went straight back to his job to be yelled at for disappearing. But, hey. He got paid today.
Today's work was horrendous, first he had to scream at nobody for samples, then he met the most emotionless Android around who pushed him into a bathroom. Lucky for him, today was payday! And he was off tomorrow What did that mean? Long night stay, at the bars tonight Whoop whoop! He absolutely hated himself, coming here at night, pretending everything was all right.. He should be out studying for Midterms, just making sure he passes with straight A's... but no, he didn't give a damn anymore, barely gave a damn about anything. Just. Why did he have these new powers?
He sat at the bar, staring at the drink served to him, he started a tab, but really didn't feel like drinking. He just.. Didn't know. Collect Grief seeds, why did the guy make it sound so easy? Go out there, do this work for me. Bam! Boom! Tada! good job, pat on the back. The male released a groan sigh, just stared at the ice inside the brown fluid drink, the scent of what lurked beneath catching his nose. The more he thought about it the more tired he felt, just... What was he going to do now? Make friends? Get a second job? Relax? Focus on studying, really didn't wanna do that... Only went to college for his Mom, and that.. was now in United States, far away. Maybe he should do a type of art? Somewhat? Maye? Possibly?
He picked up the glass, swirled the fluid, took a swallow. The cool liquid going down, soon giving a burning sensation, causing his face to flinch and put it back down. This.... Should be doing this... Deciding to put on a nice outifit, attempting to attract attention.. long hair in a ponytail.. Jacket. Wallet. nice watch. What was he thinking? Nobody.. talk to him, he wasn't special. Barely even human after that damn wish... He looked at the gloved right hand, the color brown, will it go away? Maybe he should've asked...
note: maybe somebody come up behind him, dump water on him, and who knows what random staff event.
Father? Psh... Pah.. Father. "Where the hell you got that idea from? " He asked accusingly before giving small pause correcting himself, "I meant the guy in the hallway... You know the one you shoved me in the bathrooom because! Is it your Father or What?" He pointed his arm in the direction he imagined where the man outside had stood. The very same man that had his back facing them. Which now he thought about it, making such comments. Was that guy even important? Or was the one track mind just awfully rude about where and how he took poeple.. Shoving them in damn bathrooms, here he thought he was the Problem child! Ha. hilarious, its this Bilbo.
He released a large groan, the misery pouring through, pulling out his phone from his pocket... There had been about 3 texts, all from his manager... All.. asking where he went.. all thinking he just walked home.. leaving his car and just everything. The guy released a large moan, how was he even going to explain... Any of this?
He released an extremely tired sigh, raising his arms up in defeat. "Just... I'm going back to work. I.. Just.. Sorry." He huffed the apology almost as if it was forced, part of his mind... most of his mind blamed this Mr. android for everything that went wrong. If he hadn't been so, damn emotionless, none of this would have even happened. [/blockquote]
There was another pause, it was in that moment he wasn't quite sure if this android possibly rich person thing was debating on killing him or not. Why, he was certain the man was about debating on how to correctly kill him... Without evidence, he certainly had a few suggestions back of his mind buried under undertoned white noise. The male spoke curtly, like a professor taking a student to be punished. A perfectly analogy as right then the male did in fact began to lead toward the school. Did the guy... Not hear him? He offered.. Towels.. here at the cafe.. But.. What. He-he couldn't leave!. He hesitated staring at the mess on the concrete, the empty street, to the window... Back to the guy only couple feet away now. Well... SHIT. He had to follow now, rich bastard probably dial somebody up.. or worst.. Report him through somebody at the University he went to! Fuck, what if this was the Dean's son.. Or some nonsense Shit. Hell there's wish granting thing!
With a loud clearly unmannerly child's groan, he followed the man ignoring his job mess... Hoping to god, that all this worrying.. was just that, worrying. Feeling utter ridicules in his outfit, wet slightly sticky outfit, at least it wasn't alcohol... He thought brightly, a little. Managing to catch up with the male, he made his way to the gate, heart pounding louder worried. Thoughts of killing the guy, make a run for it, just back of the head. Small sharp Rock. Right. There. Not to hard. replaying over and over... growing worst as the tension and his concentration of the guy's back black hair covered head seemed to grow.
Once inside, the smells of the place.. just swarmed his senses, killing those little uncontrollable thoughts. It made his heart flutter, a small smile, why did these old book smells.. Smell so good? His gaze shifted around the school's hallway taking in the sights, what was this place? A highschool right, or was it part of the university? Was it another university.. with all the schools mingling he honestly seriously lost track, just walking outside the coffee shop.
Returning his concentration right back to Mr. Android, his eyes caught a figure mid-turning. Huh? Who? He stared at the figuring trying to figure out just who the guy was, when suddenly a large amount of pressure shoved him right into the bathroom, leaving him rather breathless against the wall of it. His lungs breaking into a slight half gasping from the unexpected lose of breath. The Mr. Android just turned apologizing in the probably.. Most emotional tone he heard from the guy.. The whole fucking damn time, explaining he saw something.
The coffee employee just glared angrily as his body finally recovered, Mr. Android already moving about like nothing fucking happened. Man, he felt so completely pissed off. Forget losing thousands of dollars to some damn lawsuit, from this rich ass. He.. He.. Ugh.. He's had it. Who just slams somebody into a bathroom, rather roughly, purposefully trying to harm them for no damn reason. Without really explaining.. Why.. The hell they had to go across the way into such a small little.. Tiny area, that just! Had walls closing in, slowly, he felt his skin crawling.. Felt trapped He.. he.. Didn't want to be here.. Didn't.. Want.. Any of this! "What the fucking hell man! Walking me to this school? For fucking towels, there was some in entrance of the goddamn coffee shop.. You Are such a fucking one track mind damn robot." There, he got it out, he felt proud of it. He practically shined with this pride, it.. it.. let him not think about the walls closing in, the shivers down his back, and the louder he spoke.. The quieter they were. "You didn't have to push me into the fucking bathroom, who damn well cares you saw somebody. What the hell are you hiding from? Some Rich politician, here? On school grounds. Your Father?"shit, why did he say father? That wasn't true, just made up fucking fact in his head. Just.. cover your ass..."Uhh.. Fa-amily. Or something..."way.. to fucking blow it.
He rubbed his face aggravated, walking over to the towels snatching them dabbing his outfit. Frustration just written everywhere, the movements practically being forced.. not to punch Mr. android.
Watching the internal struggle of wanting to report evidence and lock Signus away, but can't [for his own protection], will be incredibly entertaining.
As for the whole criminal having families deal, yeah that makes sense. maybe doing research on the guy just adds up to this internal frustration, the whole lock signus but can't.
I'll Definitely enjoy watching the two clash further down the road. High amount of potential for full on entertainment. Better grab that popcorn.
Thank you for replying and considering, makes me super happy. Ready for any threads you wanna do.
There was another one of those long damn pauses, this time he felt his very life was on the line. What if this guy went and found the manager right now and complained? He may as well kiss this job good bye, damn he actually liked the smell of coffee when he came to work. It was just welcoming, as it was annoying dealing with over the top picky rich folk. Maybe that's what he disliked about the guy, had the perfect solid rock political personality. Just placing on kindness to trick all around, the very thought crossing his mind he felt shivers done his back. No, no, that's not... Its not. Again the male repeated it's alright, who was the employee here? Was this guy being nice to him, treating him the victim? The silver hair felt completely baffled, quickly pushing the confused thoughts off as the male mentioned about napkins.
Right, napkins, that... would.. be actually smart right now. He looked around, temporarily forgetting there used to be some in his apron. The first thought to remove the sample tray, placing it on a near by table. Only to make uncertain noises of, "umm umm" and "ehh..." as well as "uhh.." between what could have been.. what? 2 minutes of complete stupidity? It probably looked bad on camera, reality was only couple seconds. Before he suddenly paused making a huff noise followed with, "Oh yeah..." This resorting him digging into his apron to pull out.. pens, his wallet, straws, and absolutely no napkin. Causing him to freeze once more, taking on a red blush that was a more softer tint then his outrageous red tattoo. "...I.. Do not. " With that pause of admitting, yep he had absolutely no napkins.. He looked the guy into his harsh steel grey eyes, "Mind coming inside? There's some clean towels to dry you.. and some paper towels to wipe.. the.. mess.." He struggled the words swallowing saliva and bile build up, don't you damn cry. Eyes shifting from the male's steel to the mess he had made, just.. probably ruined the guys overpriced outfit, probably going to sue. Man, he did not want to be sued.
Mind if Signus becomes an enemy? Considering I plan to have him become a murderer in the future. Right now he's innocent, haven't really done anything, but as roleplay continues things will start to twist and turn. Right now they can be on neutral terms, though.
Throwing this out there, you can ignore ------
Might be possible for your character to had been the one to help sent his StepFather into Jail/asylum later. He did lots of illegal money laundering. So they might have a slight history there, under paperwork at least, if not obvious face-to-face. Which Signus wanted the StepFather be in jail, but may make your character suspicious any of his actions.
Haha! He got the man's attention, a man with short length hair designed with short to long from back to front. The male seemed to have been caught off guard with his pupils widening up showing more black than color. The silver hair male put on a rather genuine smile, extremely hoping and almost happy this guy happened to just be here. Why the male silently picked up the cups, just stared down. Moonlight hair certainly wouldn't have cared, or even bothered to encourage the male to drink from the cup, after all he did his job. The guy got the sample. Just there was this odd long silence, it made him uncomfortable, almost as if the guy was a lost android.. or something?
Then suddenly just out of the blue, right as the employee thought the man wouldn't respond there came out a silent... 'thank you', that just felt absolutely unemotional and empty. It... It.. Bothered him, made him slightly irritated this guy was just so... slow. Worst yet the long silence had given time for the voices settled inside to wake... whisper... promising this thing of a human.. is no human at all.. maybe he should just find out.. what color fluids drain. He blinked shaking them off focusing almost desperately, "Well? Are you going to drink it?" His voice coming off rude and sharply edged, as if this is what YOU SHOULD be doing right now.
He took a desperate step forward, fighting the internal battle of mind. Only for some of the pumpkin fluids to move about possibly landing on the ground, the customer's outfit, and most definitely the plate itself. He paused realizing the temporary lose of balance, took a step back attempting to fix the problem, only to cause more sample cups to fall. Warm fluids just getting about everywhere now, versus just a couple, some even landing on his arm and hands. Causing him to cuss loudly, "Well, Shit." Red eyes flickered at the customer, "Sorry."
Standing outside the cafe shouting very loudly, to the oh'so very empty area due to school weekend.. Was a young adult male standing in what looked to be a green shirt with brown pants uniform holding out small little samples. His hair looking silver under the sunlight, tattoo crimson red rather pecuilar scaring judgemental customers off, and a look in his eye that didn't quite seem human. He looked to be wearing black leather gloves, Were those women gloves?, covering his hand and fingers. The male held on a small apron with coin exchange part connected to it, all around him where outside tables with large open green umbrellas..
It looked as if he was the only waiter working the area screaming loud as he could. "Buy on Get on Free Pumpkin Lattes! Any Size! Come on guys! Come clench your throat, warm your body. Its SEASONAL! Limited edition!! " He walked back and forth shouting that, it seemed obvious from his expression he was growing aggravated by how few people even looked in his direction, oh such few people were out right now.. Only reason they could have this sale. "TRY A SAMPLE! Still warm!" He shouted voice slightly catching into a small cough his glove covering it up, followed by a small sniffle. He hated sudden temperature drops, just messed with his body. "please anyone.." He desperately called out the bile still caught, attempting to clear it up. Gawd, his employer was going to get him fired...
As a person dared to walk close, he desperately shoved the samples into their face, "Wanna try one? They're freshly brewed, mixed with best pumpkin and cinnamon around."
I hate editing templates.. rather I'm too lazy to find Faceclaims, templates, and just work for Wanted Ads. SOOO here's what you get. Let your own Imagination run wild.
FOR SIGNUS HASTUR the Insane Magi
Ex-girlfriend: The first woman he'd ever spent time with and well made a baby with the summer after their graduation. He doesn't know anything about the baby, but still cares deeply for her. Due to whatever reason, assumingly her Father, she had completely lost contact with him and possibly avoids him.
Ex-Girlfriend's DA Father: He had put the Late Mayor in jail for money laundering, and really doesn't care for Signus himself. After all Signus was the guy who got his little girl pregnant in the first place. not much known about him, except he has lots of money, is really respected, and loves his daughter.
Crazy Insane Ex-StepFather: The man due to a wish is fed with tons of guilt and a complete "change of heart" where he has to help people.. To the point that the jury decided to lock him away in an asylum. Not much is known about him, except he made contracts with people to torture them, without being sued doing so, all under the table. He once had lots of money, but gave it all away, or lost it to the government. Finally, he was the late Mayor who has been replaced.
The baby: I'm putting here because WORLD OF MAGIC.. meaning anything possible with admin permission. Such as wishing the baby was already a teen or adult, or simply something kidnapping the child. Endless options are open, just get permission first. Signus is unaware this child exists.
FOR Noel de masseur the Jewelry Enterprise Heiress Civilian
Brother: Her brother should be around the age of 15, his very existence along with their father around same time.. Mysteriously went missing. For whatever reason she is the only one who recalls his existence, many tell her she never had a brother. She while easily jealous of him, actually cares very deeply for him. He was known to be rebellious, intelligent, and was trained at early age to run the company by their over the top Father.
Mother: She still lives and kinda more of a NPC background character, she was part of an Italian Mafia family, originally she helped with illegal gem thieving and trading.. But has since for most part retired. Maybe she lives in a resort somewhere near by, maybe flirting with rich men? Or who knows.. maybe she never retired and ultimate thief or works directly with Magia claiming to be in a retirement home.
Villain Lover: First off I would absolutely love it if this guy was some sort of Omega Master Mind that purposefully found a way to remove her Father and Brother from the picture, and somehow played her Jewelry Enterprise Board to work with him jsut to give himt he power to win her hand in marriage. Or rather Forcibly manipulate her to hand over the company to him. Why he does this, is completely up to you, how he manages this.. Well up to you, but I wanna Roleplay it out since its important. Note: They'll have to rival her witty words, and come off charismatic/charming. Remember don't be the Tool, Make her into one.
Hero Lover: This can actually be the villain lover too, but I dcided to make this in an effort to say. The character can be Male or Female. Note: They'll have to rival her witty words, and come off charismatic/charming. She otherwise ignore them as just a tool to use.
FOR Alex Vesper the Good Ol' IT Tech Guy, Technology Master Degree guy, oh and guy who changes memories.
Foster Sister: He was actually in love with her for all the years they were growing up, but didn't admit it till after they were nearing graduating highschool. The only problem she was jealous of how much her Father loved him more than her, AND only saw him as a Brother if not A Foster Brother that stole all her father's attention. For What? Only To turn down position to work along side her Father at the Police Station. The VERY DREAM she had for years? The two May or May not speak after he moved out, oddly after she declined. its really up to you, otherwise both were raised pretty close constantly ding Outdoor activities for longest.
RANK: ★☆☆☆☆ [break] CLASS: Magi [break] [break] SP. SKILL: [ MINUS TOUCH ] — In accordance with your newfound magic to decay and inflict illness, you have been given the passive ability to inflict corrosion onto items by merely touching them. The corrosion effect works on inanimate objects. However, on flesh and fur, you will inflict a rash that makes poison ivy look like child's play. The rash itself itches to no end for as long as you will it. Water, however, will cause the rash to fade. So submerging the afflicted area in water will aid the itching. However, the downside to your ability is that, while it doesn't affect you, or your weaponry, it is always in effect. No matter whether you wish it to or not, physical contact will enact the effect. Gloves and other articles of clothing will do the trick in stopping it though!
INVENTORY
— Staff touches this part too, no touchy —
WEAPONRY
• Twin Dagger [lol I need new name]
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NAME: Twin Dagger[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION: With the birth of his form, came the birth of his necklace, what looks to be two daggers melded together connected by a chain around his neck. Upon grabbing this chain calling out his magical girl form these daggers separate beginning to grow into his hand, with training overtime he'll be capable of easily moving his right and left hand to grab both daggers. Due to his Newb levels, he is still struggling by how quick they grow always managing to drop or even both, one time cutting himself. These daggers are just currently highly resilient daggers that are capable of cutting with Mohs scale of hardness at 6 specifically feldspar or titanium levels. Made of unknown material.[break]
TRANSFORMATION
APPEARANCE: Describe your transformation. An image(s) is/are most certainly welcomed as well.
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TIRO FINALE: name your ability?[break] DESCRIPTION: describe your ability.[break]
ABILITIES
• Decaying Kiss
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NAME: Decaying Kiss[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION: The character is capable of producing saliva, that once consumed may cause ill-effects within humanoids. This saliva due to its low ranking will merely cause a small flu that can be cured easily couple days; causing at most tiredness, coughing, and sneezing. These flu-like symptoms will not be immediate but rather within a day or average time a flu would normally take place. (upon examination by Doctors, believe just body reacting to over exposure of mold spores). This saliva if rubbed on any plant material (buildings too) will cause small amount of wood rot (where saliva was) happening within 1 day to 1 week. This ability is usually weakened by recently eating food, attacked by water, and absolutely requires his saliva pureform to make contact with subject's weak points "eyes, mouth, nose, cough other personal areas" As such if the victim gets it on their hands and don't touch spots before alcohol or washing hands they'll be fine. [break]
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