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Evil Doesn't Die

@the-immortal-masochist / the-immortal-masochist.tumblr.com

Indie Semi-Selective Original Character RP Blog 21+ Mun/Muse M!A:None
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"Now who is this little lady?" The green-eyed man grinned as he put his hands in his pockets.

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“Hm?” She had a guest! A guest with the kinda smile that would’ve made Lewis Carrol afraid to write about.

Huh.

“Is ‘little’ really the right word if you’re shorter than me?”

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She couldn’t help but draw her legs in at the comment. That took…a very unpleasant turn very fast. Willow laughed nervously. “That’s a, uh, nice joke. Yes.”

Sure, Maybe this visitor was standing in the only real exit to her camp, but the walls needed fixing, and the sledgehammer Willow just put back in the proper chest could take it down easy just in case, right? Burning them would work of course, too.

“…What’s your name, mister?”

Wallace cocked his head, glaring at her. This woman's voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to his ears.

His lips curled into an annoyed grimace.

"Wallace." was his growled response. He could feel his fingers itching to wrap around this woman's throat.

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“Immortality is painful. So I suppose it’s just natural that I became a masochist.”

  • RP friendly
  • NSFW friendly
  • OC friendly
  • Preferred RP Style: Sentence or paragraph
  • Multiship (he doesn’t give a fuck really)
  • Crossovers (pokemon, etc) will need to be discussed before hand.
  • Semi-Active - will attempt to be online at least 3 to 6 times a week. (depending on RL situtations).
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WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY CHARACTER? (an ask game!)

Understanding a character’s flaws is key to making them well-rounded and believable, so send me a number (and a character, if there’s more than one option) and I’ll tell you:

  1. a trait they have too much of  (ex. too much pride = arrogance)
  2. a trait they don’t have enough of (ex. too little pride = insecurity)
  3. a trait they express in the wrong way
  4. a trait they’re ashamed of
  5. a trait they’re not ashamed of (but maybe should be)
  6. a bad habit
  7. something they do that hurts themself
  8. something they do that hurts others
  9. a reason (or excuse) they haven’t improved on any of the above OR
  10. a way that they are improving on any of the above!
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@the-immortal-masochist​  & Hax

|| 💛 ||: ❝ Only when my aim is off. ❞

A sigh follows their grumbled words, eyes narrowed at the decaying man. 

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|| 💛 ||: ❝ What do you want? 

There was a slight chuckle at Hax’s discomfort. He had missed toying with them very much. It was minor comfort to cause a familiar reaction after so long. 

“Oh nothing much~ Just wished to see how my favorite yellow friend was doing~”

Wallace looked up at the daemon with another smile. He appeared as if he had been sleeping for a long time or something along those lines. Looking dusty and covered in dirt. 

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"Now who is this little lady?" The green-eyed man grinned as he put his hands in his pockets.

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“Hm?” She had a guest! A guest with the kinda smile that would’ve made Lewis Carrol afraid to write about.

Huh.

“Is ‘little’ really the right word if you’re shorter than me?”

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Oh. now this lady was definitely going to be irritating. Wallace’s lip curled up in annoyance. 

“Yes after I chop you fucking legs off.” he snarled. 

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...Wow. Somehow, this guy was managing to be cute AND creepy. At the same time. And that was strange to Fürchten. "Dude, what the hell is going on with your neck?"

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Wallace blinked and turned to face the woman who had commented on his neck.

“It’s rotting, dumbass. What else does it look like it’s doing?” he snapped, raising an eyebrow at the stranger.

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Fürchten crosses her arms. “There’s no need to be pissy. I was just curious.” She straightens her surgical mask, then turns away from the man. “If you’re going to be like that, then I’ll just go.”

Wallace rolled his eyes. Her comments didn’t mean anything to him.

“It is really is rotting.” he repeated, glancing at her with amusement.

“Like most of me.”

She still seems pretty huffy. And… It’s kinda cute, her being so small and angry. But she turns back around, her curiosity getting the best of her. “Really? …Is it a disease? Are you undead?” She dares to take a few steps closer to him.

“It’s.....” Wallace pauses then glares at the woman. “In a sense, I guess. I can’t die.”

The man grins while loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his plethora of scars and stitching.

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...Wow. Somehow, this guy was managing to be cute AND creepy. At the same time. And that was strange to Fürchten. "Dude, what the hell is going on with your neck?"

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Wallace blinked and turned to face the woman who had commented on his neck.

“It’s rotting, dumbass. What else does it look like it’s doing?” he snapped, raising an eyebrow at the stranger.

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Fürchten crosses her arms. “There’s no need to be pissy. I was just curious.” She straightens her surgical mask, then turns away from the man. “If you’re going to be like that, then I’ll just go.”

Wallace rolled his eyes. Her comments didn’t mean anything to him.

“It is really is rotting.” he repeated, glancing at her with amusement.

“Like most of me.”

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...Wow. Somehow, this guy was managing to be cute AND creepy. At the same time. And that was strange to Fürchten. "Dude, what the hell is going on with your neck?"

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Wallace blinked and turned to face the woman who had commented on his neck.

“It’s rotting, dumbass. What else does it look like it’s doing?” he snapped, raising an eyebrow at the stranger.

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