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the one who walks here is everything
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━━━━━━ the void boy ━━━━━━━
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cradled songs of comfort, bones gnawed by teeth
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━━(i.) Identity
⇁ pansexual ;; panromantic
⇁ currently infatuated ;; unknown
⇁ many previous relations
⇁ prefers ;; men
━━(ii.) Birth
⇁ january 10
⇁ birthplace unknown (somewhere in russia)
⇁ birthname ;; Valakath Anem Zhukov
⇁ born into poverty
━━(iii.) Void God
⇁ it's a pretty crazy story
⇁ amoral deity
⇁ zero interest in you
⇁ sorry he's got better things to do
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CHAPTER ONE ;; p e r s o n a l i t y
↳Valak has lived a very long, restless life, and these are the moments he waits for. Shards of time dictated by the direct decisions of the people. The choices. When chances of survival are slim, and people get desperate. Call it sadism, or perhaps just simple curiosity, Valak's desire to be entertained is near insatiable. Rarely does he express any real emotion, aside from the occasional bout of cynicism. And sometimes, he'll even let a little bit of sarcasm slip from his words, but it usually gets a bit lost in his monologuing, or simply flies over the head of the one he chooses to speak to.
(view spoiler)
━━(iv.) Disposition
⇁whales are life
⇁don't kill the whales
⇁they did nothing they're so sweet
⇁dont interrupt him he practices monologues all god damn day
CHAPTER TWO ;; h i s t o r y┰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┰
↳Throughout his years as a god, Valak has seen many acts of the greatest cruelty. But he's also seen many acts of the greatest kindness. And while his stay in The Void is terrifying in every way possible, and he remains in a constant state of fear and anxiety, his wisdom and his inhuman perception push on. There are many stories of the Outsider. At first, he could remember humans trying to summon him with little offerings and quiet chants. They'd prey to him, sing songs of his rising. Of his black eyes, like an oily sea on a starless night. But at the end of that era, a new focus took a turn.
(view spoiler)
━━(v.) Appearance
⇁ eyes ;; solid black
⇁ hair ;; also black
⇁ build ;; pretty average
⇁ scent ;; wild flowers, sometimes iron
⇁ voice ;; the outsider oml
⇁ clothing style ;; (view spoiler)
ɪ ɴ s ᴘ ɪ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ ─── ɪʀᴏɴ ;; ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴋɪᴅ
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Full Name: Matias Daniel Eogan
Nickname/Alias: Matt
Reputation: Leader of his own group
Power Level: 6
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Infatuation: None
Relationship Status: Single
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Eyes: One brown, one blue (Robotic)
Hair: Medium-light brown, with a hint of red.
Scent: Lawn Mower
Voice: (A medium Tenor - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JH14U...
General Description: Matias is about average height for a guy, 6'1", and has a wiry build. He has tomcat eyes, but only because his left eye is robotic. Along with that, he has a robotic arm. He was severely injured in a car accident when he was about 22, ten years ago. He got the cutting edge technology repair, mostly because he was the CEO of a very influential company -and filthy rich. He has chiseled features, and his dressing style usually consists of button up shirts, a tie -really, it's normal for him, he wouldn't feel the same without one-, slacks, and heavy duty boots. He usually hides his robotic arm with a long sleeve and a glove, but his eye is pretty apparent... mostly because there's a metal plug in his temple that helps it connect properly to his brain.
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Personality:
Matias is a bit of a conundrum. Almost unpredictable. He can be perfectly nice and reasonable at one moment. The next, he could be slashing smiley faces into a zombie's chest with his knife, just for the sake of art. Heck, and if you're out for yourself, if you try to take from him or his, or if you injure them... well, then you've got Hell behind you, and you'd better run far, far away, because Matias has a long arm. On the other hand, he can be more than generous with aid and help. If you prefer to go solo, you're okay. You're like... a business partner. He'll try to meet up with you and trade, or even watch your back if you need it. But you'd best be as faithful as he is to you. Oddly enough, despite his viciousness, he has a definite soft spot for kids. They get the highest floors of Beacon, away from it all, and he's constantly bringing back toys for them -after they're properly decontaminated, of course. He even plays dolls with the kids and war. They don't know how ruthless he can be, only ever seeing his good side. To many, he's a second father, or a replacement dad. He's -in general- respected by his colleagues.
⤿ Likes:
➛Kids. A lot. He's good with them.
➛Killing zombies. He gets some sick joy from the kill of these monsters.
⤿ Dislikes:
➛String Beans & Broccoli
➛People who want to get out of this Apocalypse on their own, without regard to anybody else's lives.
⤿ Weaknesses:
➛ He's human. His body is a weakness in this environment.
➛ Allergic to Hay.
⤿ Strengths:
➛Robotic eye -Good as a way to form strategic movements
➛Robotic arm -Twice as strong as before, and immune to zombie bites.
History:
Matias was raised in the family of businessmen, in the lap of luxury. He was exceedingly clever and knew how to work a system. That, rather than any special skills, got him through college by 21, while married at 18 to his High School sweetheart, with a kid at 17. At 22, his life was promising. He was on his way to riches, recognition, everything and anything he could dream of, with a beautiful, happy wife, and the most adorable of five year old girls.`
That, of course, is typically when disaster strikes. But not the big one. Not yet. A drunk driver t-boned him while he was driving home late one night. The car crushed his right arm against the center console, and a protruding bar took out his left eye. After surgery... well, therapy began, and then the tech implants. The arm he could get used to. He could hide it pretty easily. He'd lost it, but now he had it back. It was the eye that was different. His temple blatantly let people know it was robotic, and it wasn't like his vision was completely... human. He could see distances, use it for mathematical equations. Heck. It was really cool... but he felt it made him less human.
The only thing that made it more bearable was that his wife loved him despite it, and his little girl... if nervous at first, soon grew to love it as well.
And that is when the actual tragedy struck. Zombie Apocalypse. It happened in the dead of night, when he was least expecting. Of course, he had a concealed carry and some guns in a safe, in case of a burglar. But that night... You don't expect anything to happen while you're sleeping. Frankly... he looked out over the ruins of his home, gripping the hand of his murdered wife, the rest of her buried in the flaming rubble, while the oncoming horde advanced. His daughter and wife were gone in the blink of an eye, and he had nothing else to do except...
Kill. To be a tad dramatic. His eye helped with that. Helped him gauge the risk and measure the right movements to take to get out. But not just get out. To kill as many of those monsters as physically possible! He emptied the clip of the magazine twice, until he was out of bullets. Then he dropped the gun and fled. There was nothing else he could do, and, even if he was grieving... he didn't want to die, even if he felt like death.
But... well, out of loss comes greatness. When you're at your lowest, you can only move up. All those sayings. Matias didn't just run and become some peon, a cog in someone's poorly planned survival group. He became a way to survive. He became a system. The first thing he did was to rally as many of the living as he could, get them stocked with weaponry. Rather than a gun, he prefers a bowie knife and an high-intensity electric baton. The baton makes the zombie bodies convulse and spasm, and when they're not in control, he can take them out. It helps that he can get monsters to focus on his robotic arm to bite, because they don't realize it's metal until he's got his knife in their brains.
He established a base. A tall building, capable of housing thousands. He's been signalling all he can -via radio or satellite- for people to come. Appropriately, he's dubbed the building "Beacon" He's barricaded the lower ten floors and windows, establishing a living quarters above that point, with gardens on the roof. Still... there's not enough food. Raiding parties have to consistently go out to scavenge, clear out the area, trade, and get back with whatever they can find. Matias usually leads these parties, because he wants to make sure nothing funny goes on; he wants to make sure everyone who needs a place to stay knows where to come. He wants to ensure that what happened to him... doesn't happen to anybody else.
Items in their Backpack:
➛High-Intensity Electric Baton. Deadly power against humans.
➛A Bowie Knife
➛High-Range Walkie Talkies, one for communicating with Beacon, another for communicating in general with the people around him while they scavange.
➛Emergency rations. Pretty much beans and soup.
➛Matches
➛A Novel (this varies)
➛A wallet with a picture of his wife and child splashing in a water park.
➛Four bottles of water.
➛A gas mask to filter out spores.
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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━C H R I S T O S ;; M E S S I A H the anointed one, useful 『 Χριστός 』━━━━ the golden boy ━━━━
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i prefer chris or x (chi, first letter in christos), if you must. no, don't bow.
━━━━━ dec. 21 · male · pansexual · god of the source ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━Born in a nameless city, the child was taken from his parents straight from birth. Anointed with oils and perfumes, he was special in the eyes of the holy men. He was to be wed to their goddess, who was the Queen of Heaven, her eyes the Sun and Moon, the stars the freckles across her face. The priests and priestesses did not fully understand that their god was neither male nor female, and while they expected the child, upon the age where he was fruitful, would become "one with the gods," hierogamy, as a man and his bride become one upon marriage and consummation, the boy became literally one with the gods, as the Source entered the boy's body. He was the god incarnate. He was named Christos [χριστός], "the anointed or chosen one", also phonetically similar to chrestos [χρηστός], "useful." He has taken the surname Stauros [Σταύρος], meaning "Cross or Crucifix," coming from the Indo-European "To Stand." Currently prefers to be called X, not Christos. Fell in love with a sacred whore of one of his temples, Seth William Fiore. Eventually got betrothed to him, making the hierogamy quite literal. Seth's whereabouts are unknown to X, and being apart from him pains him greatly, almost physically so.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━L O V E T H Y N E I G H B O U R A S T H Y S E L F for i love all of you!━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
━━━ love always wins ━━━
my love never fails, never gives up, never runs out on you. on and on it goes.
X isn't just pansexual - though he does prefer men, as he is unsure what the product of a union with him and a mortal woman would entail - he is panromantic, and that is quite literally being in love with everything in creation. To him, every man, animal, and plant are his children and are to be cherished. Overly affectionate with everyone, it pains him to see what the world has come to. He wept tears - which turned to precious gemstones upon hitting the ground - when the outbreak happened. Every death is a painful sensation to him, like the wind has been knocked out of him. Eventually, he became numb to the sensation, resulting from it happening nearly twenty-four seven. It nearly drove the god insane. Even with his power, he can't figure out a cure to this malady that has taken his children from his light. Valakath is a brother to him, he sees him as a twin of sorts. Like how a white hole requires a black hole to exist; without yin, there could be no yang. Duality, polarity, balance. X doesn't do handshakes, he's a hugger.
━━ mason dye & teddy altman · scent of flowers · athletic build ━━PLAYLIST will be added to
1. Jesse Ruben - This Is Why I Need You
Inspired By The Outsider (Whales or Whatever)
needle and the thread━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━gotta get you out of my head
Seth William Fiore
sometimes called Flowers
21 years old
cisgender male attracted to men
━━( i.) Stitches - Shawn Mendes
━━( ii.) Mercy - Shawn Mendes
would you please have mercy on me━━━━━━━━━━━━
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━I'm a puppet on your strings
People always assume Seth is delicate, and he lets them think so. To most, he's just a sweet kid who seems pretty lonely. He never stops anyone from taking advantage of him, so it's not uncommon for people to and he's rather well know for being fairly easy. Most of the time he doesn't really seem focussed on the task at hand, mentally a million miles away. He just moves around in this haze, quick to smile at people but never quite seeming to mean it. The only time he's really intent is if he finds flowers to weave together to make a crown from.
Quite the pacifist, the whole zombie situation horrified Seth. He doesn't know how to defend himself, or do much of anything. He's a gentle person who would much rather spend his days picking flowers or spending time with his love rather than having to run from dead humans that he knows would break Chris's heart. He's sweet, but he doesn't really understand how to interact with normal people. So much of his life revolved around sex and Christos that those are his defaults. Sex is the only way he knows how to deal with people not Chris, so it's what he does. Still, it's not the same.
He never feels quite right. So much of his life revolved around Christos, he doesn't know what to do without him. Still, despite loving Chris, he holds a certain bitterness for him. After all, Seth waited. He waited as long as he could, and no one came to save him. Although he doesn't want to, a part of him blames the god for leaving him alone, giving him dreadfully different emotions toward him. He never seems quite focussed, too busy worrying about how his love is dealing with the influx of human deaths. He knows it can't feel good, and he can't handle not being there to help him.
you've got ahold of me━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━don't even know your power
Flower crowns almost always adorn his head, and he doesn't really care if they match his outfits. For the most part he wears skinny jeans and tshirts, reluctant to don anything thicker, though he knows it would keep him safer. Whenever he can he prefers to wear his floral patterned shirts, though they're getting harder and harder to find.
With dark brown hair that refuses to stay perfectly straight and a shy grin, Seth is certainly cute. With a delicate nose and slight cheekbones, he seems almost fragile. His eyes are a soft brown barely a shade lighter than his hair, and his skin is fairly pale, though smooth. Standing at 5'5, he's a rather small person, but it's never bothered him. He likes being short, it just means it's easier for him to be cuddled. He's fit, but not necessarily in shape, built more slender than muscular.
tripping over myself I'm aching━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━I'm begging you to come help
━━( i.) unknown
━━━━mother
━━( ii.) unknown
━━━━father
━━( iii.) Χριστός // Christos
━━━━betrothed
All of Seth's life led to one purpose, and he always knew it. His family was devoted to Christos, and so he was raised to be. He was the perfect kid, always doing what he was told, and that only translated well to his career, living in the temples as one of the sacred prostitutes. Everyone liked the cute, submissive boy who lived in the room in the corner, and Christos was no exception.
During his annual trip, Seth caught his eye. He was just doing his job, he never dared to dream that he would be the one chosen. But he was. Although he had never met the god before, having dedicated so much to him it just felt right to go with Christos. Evidently Christos felt the same, as he decided to officially get engaged to Seth. Seth was completely thrilled, always looking forward to his love. He was there to help him when a city was bombed and Chris felt the pain, he did everything he could to make him feel better. When stories came of humans dying but not staying dead, he knew it wouldn't be good for Christos. He went out to find him, but he had never really left his temple before and quickly grew lost. The temple he returned to was the wrong one, but he didn't know.
He waited, he always waited. But Chris never came. Maybe he assumed that Seth had run in fear and looked for him elsewhere, but Seth only knew one place to go, and that was home. And his Chris never came for him. When the zombies came to the temple, Seth was forced to flee. But having been with a god his whole life, he didn't know how to survive without him. Without his god, he didn't know what to do at all. He was just empty inside, and did everything he could to fill the emptiness. Anyone who offered to try was allowed to, but none of them were his Chris, and he knew it. But his Chris had left him, and that was all he cared about. He was alone, he was hollow inside, and it was all because of Chris, who had loved him and left him to die.
even though you don't mean to hurt me━━━━━━━━━━
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━you keep tearing me apart
[ ▴ W A R ▴ ]
❛ but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness,
( i; appearance )
( ii; personality )
War is rather...complicated. He can be sweet and caring, but then turn and manipulate a group to be at each other's throats and incite well, a war. It is in his nature, but that doesn't mean he enjoys it, that he wants it. It is just who he is. It is as much a part of him as the lungs that breathe the air, as natural as his heart beating. And he hates himself for it, as inevitable as it is.
( iii; important historical moments )
War came with the other horseman of the apocalypse and like it was always said, the world ended not with a bang, but a whimper. As the dead rose and overcame the living, only small handfuls survive and here he stands, amidst all the chaos, and he does not know what to do. He accomplished what he was supposed to and now....nothing. He wanders aimlessly, sometimes helping humans, often inevitably causing chaos and pain. Sometimes he goes to his brothers, but often he sits alone, looking at the chaos and blaming himself, for it is war that sows the seeds of true destruction. And thus, it is he who made the dead walk by default.
( iiii; belongings )
» motorcycle ; some old harley davidson thing he put together ; tank currently half full of gas
» machete ; fished it off a corpse ; not very sharp, takes a few hacks to kill a zombie
❛ i do not love the warrior for his glory
Please request before making one.