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He left the Badlands, not with any badblood of course. The absence of Catalyst however, perhaps that paid a part in Miriam’s decision to leave. That, and what he learned about Los Santos from a fellow Badlander. Sure, the beach was nice, or whatever, but it had lost its touch. At least for him, he supposed. He was drawn to the grime of city life, the prospect of religion and crime being one in the same. Who else but this filthy dog to salivate at the thought of having redemption and sin all in the same? Miriam trekked on stealthy limbs, tactical clamps rattling as he weaves through the thick overgrowth, following the slight glow of the run-down city that stretched before him. Running his tongue over his teeth with focus, he rakes his dirty fingers through his coarse hair. The Spanish architecture speaking to his very ancestry, he could practically hear it whispering. Would he really belong though? What of his former allegiance, what should he say? Lying will get me as far as 6 ft down with these types of people. He confirms as he sidles up toward the beginnings of the chain-link fence. The distant sound of barking erupting.
" Hello?" Miriam's voice vibrates from his throat painfully with lack of use, his stance is defensive but his hands are lifted away from his belt of weaponry. Silvery eyes half-lidded and forward as he awaits his welcome, warm or not, he just hoped to get through this without a bullet in his ass. Hostility he was used to, however, so to expect it was to make that medicine less bitter on the way down.
[spoiler=INFO & INVENTORY]
✖ - biography — theme music
personality — Valiant , Astute, Hard-bitten, Immoral, Kind, Receptive.
brief descrip. — ( ARTISTIC REFERENCE ) — 5'6'' medium-haired brunette with silver eyes, smothered in tattoos and scars. Golden-capped canines and adorned with finely crafted silver chain necklaces, bracelets, and rings.
weapons — spike-knuckled trench knife
throwing knives
—suffers from Emphysema
relations
'rocky' Dean Santivaro x Muriella Trejillio-Santivaro
No Crushes - widowed
late Wife Bevalina Poole ▪ deceased
Medium difficulty physically - difficult mentally
inventory —
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♔ The German man had grown used to the dogs barking, but as he realized Selena has done before, he could tell the difference between the barks and their meanings. Someone was at the gate. Groaning, the albino stood from his bed, running his pale hand through his hair as he passed through his doorway. He headed down the stairs and left the hotel, somewhat taking his time wandering through the thin streets to head towards where the barking was most frequent.
♔ Upon seeing a man he had not yet seen, the albino drifted closer, weary. He had grown used to the accustoms of Los Santos, had seen people come and go, and wondered if this man was a visitor. He put his hand on the back of one of the dog's necks and pat, gently, telling the dog to stand down for the time being.
♔ "Hello," he answered, brow raised, "what can I do for you[i]?"
♔ Vesania was never armed, his waist never held a belt for weapons, be they knives or guns, in fact he never had a belt in [i]general. He fought good with his hands, and, should the need arise, he would use the bombs that Selena gave him. But he didn't find the need quite yet. Despite having the Badlands as enemies, Ves had found that they left Los Santos alone enough to not need them.
♔ Unless that was what this man at the gate was for. Then Ves was shit out of luck in bringing those bombs with him. He crossed his tattooed arms instead and put his weight on one foot, cocking his head to the side as he listened to the newcomer's explanation.
[spoiler=//tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20]
general
> vesania bielschmidt | ves, vessie
> male ;; he/him
> 27 years ;; ages real time ;; april 18th
> los santos ;; hitman ;; temp leader
physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; [search up what that organ thing is called]
appearance
> long, white hair ; pinky-red eyes ; rather thin, small shoulders and wider hips ; 6'01" ; 160 lbs
> tattoos on his whole body, including face ; piercings all over body as well, including ears, left eyebrow, nose, tongue, chest, naval, and other spots ; forked tongue ; sharpened canines
> wears a patchy, old vest with a fur collar ; ripped skinny jeans ; no shoes
> carries a picture of his brother ; some pocket change ; possibly a flask
> important things to note ;; ves has albinism
personality
> very laid back and flirty ; he is easy-going and likes to make jokes ; hides a lot about himself ; really difficult to gain his trust ; just as easily to lose it ; doesn't settle well if he is getting bad vibes from somebody ; very childish when he trusts someone ; bit of a goofball ; very blunt when talking ; not worried about how his words may affect someone ; suspicious of people he first meets
> adhd ; ptsd
> plays with his hair often ; blinks really hard during conversations ; is unable to make eye contact
relationships
> pheobe bielschmidt x henry bielschmidt ;; pheobe - m.i.a ; henry - deceased
> henry passed in freak accident
> pheobe went missing at scene of the crime
> axel bielschmidt ; chris bielschmidt ;; axel - alive ; chris - deceased
> chris passed away due to an illness
> pansexual ; demiromantic
> no known crushes
interaction/confrontation
> easy mentally | medium physically
> has no filter | ALL IC OPINIONS
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it
misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in italics
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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Rocking on the balls of his feet, the short metallic-eyed man feels his gut twist as the barking dogs drew near. He hated having to kill animals, especially when it certainly wasn't the animal's fault, which it hardly ever was. Gold-capped canines grip his bottom lip in anticipation, his natural slouch dissipating as a stranger appears. Answering to his call, a powdery hue of a man, almost a strain on his eyes in fact. Miriam had never seen an albino before, so his silence was spent on observing the other like he was an extraterrestrial being.
His eyes searched again for any weapons drawn, like a cornered animal seeking threat. He found none, but he'd do well not to underestimate this guy. The albino speaks with a strange accent, one he couldn't decided was German or Russian, and he'd kick himself for not telling the difference. To be fair he couldn't tell the difference in accents between a Salvadoran and Mexican neither and that was his own heritage. ' What can I do for you?' His shoulders drop as if to flatten his hackles. It seems this guy wasn't exactly hostile. However, this hand has suffered too many bites to draw near.
Miriam smiles, teeth pearly white though grime sits between each tooth. " Yes- I'm Miriam, I'm from-" don't lie. " The Badlands... I'm here to join Los Santos..." He supposed it was best he got to the point. Tired eyes sinking to the dogs as they obeyed the silent order of the man. " I don't fit there...and I'm very interested in your religion. I heard it through the grapevine" he admits, bringing his hands to the straps of his black backpack, further away from his weaponry. " I can pull my own wait, and I make jewelry... Art.. Things like that. I built a tree-house in The Badlands... I think...I don't quite remember I was drunk most of the time" he rambles a moment, looking to the side thoughtfully.
[spoiler=INFO & INVENTORY]
✖ - biography — theme music
personality — Valiant , Astute, Hard-bitten, Immoral, Kind, Receptive.
brief descrip. — ( ARTISTIC REFERENCE ) — 5'6'' medium-haired brunette with silver eyes, smothered in tattoos and scars. Golden-capped canines and adorned with finely crafted silver chain necklaces, bracelets, and rings.
weapons — spike-knuckled trench knife
throwing knives
—suffers from Emphysema
relations
'rocky' Dean Santivaro x Muriella Trejillio-Santivaro
No Crushes - widowed
late Wife Bevalina Poole ▪ deceased
Medium difficulty physically - difficult mentally
inventory —
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♔ "Mariam, huh?" Vesania started out slow, testing the man's name.
♔ He nodded, his white hair, loose around his shoulders, waved with the movement. His pink-red eyes studied the other, seeing the pearly whites with grime and the gold-capped canines. Ves thought of his own, sharpened by a body modification, pointy to draw blood. He let his forked tongue rest curled in his mouth, his piercing against his top teeth for a moment as he thought.
♔ The Badlands were there enemy, he recalled, and Mariam was not someone he knew from them -- he had known about Michael, but this man was not Michael from a long shot. He was shorter, maybe. Ves didn't really get a good look at the opposing leader when he ruled. He put his hands on his hips and cocked his head.
♔ "Name's Vesania, Ves for short. How should I know you ain't spyin', bringin' me out unarmed?" He questioned, as if the man would tell him if he had been planning on an ambush. "Heard 'em types aren't exactly the nice kind." He mused again.
♔ Though Miriam seemed honest enough. He tilted his head the other way, then waved his hand for a moment and reached forward to open the gate. If Miriam turned on him, Ves had the dogs on his side. He stepped aside and waved the other man through, then pat one of the dogs on the head.
♔ "We need as much as we can get right at the moment," the albino spoke softly, nodding towards the center of the city, "you're welcome to stay as long as you want. I can't be hostile to a possible joiner. Bad on my reputation. I'm glad to see you're interested, and I hope Los Santos treats you well."
// ooc ;; oops, i just saw that i messed up the format on that last post. welcome!
also, big ic (in character) opinions with ves!
[spoiler=//tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20]
general
> vesania bielschmidt | ves, vessie
> male ;; he/him
> 27 years ;; ages real time ;; april 18th
> los santos ;; hitman ;; temp leader
physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; [search up what that organ thing is called]
appearance
> long, white hair ; pinky-red eyes ; rather thin, small shoulders and wider hips ; 6'01" ; 160 lbs
> tattoos on his whole body, including face ; piercings all over body as well, including ears, left eyebrow, nose, tongue, chest, naval, and other spots ; forked tongue ; sharpened canines
> wears a patchy, old vest with a fur collar ; ripped skinny jeans ; no shoes
> carries a picture of his brother ; some pocket change ; possibly a flask
> important things to note ;; ves has albinism
personality
> very laid back and flirty ; he is easy-going and likes to make jokes ; hides a lot about himself ; really difficult to gain his trust ; just as easily to lose it ; doesn't settle well if he is getting bad vibes from somebody ; very childish when he trusts someone ; bit of a goofball ; very blunt when talking ; not worried about how his words may affect someone ; suspicious of people he first meets
> adhd ; ptsd
> plays with his hair often ; blinks really hard during conversations ; is unable to make eye contact
relationships
> pheobe bielschmidt x henry bielschmidt ;; pheobe - m.i.a ; henry - deceased
> henry passed in freak accident
> pheobe went missing at scene of the crime
> axel bielschmidt ; chris bielschmidt ;; axel - alive ; chris - deceased
> chris passed away due to an illness
> pansexual ; demiromantic
> no known crushes
interaction/confrontation
> easy mentally | medium physically
> has no filter | ALL IC OPINIONS
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it
misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in italics
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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chapped lips twitch as from an accented tongue his name fell, a name he had once hated as a kid, given to him by a mother who wanted instead, a daughter. Miriam catches a glimpse of sharpened teeth, defying the natural blunt edge of a human's. This guy was truly alien, a work of art at best. Whereas the former Badlander with the dark-circles under his eyes felt more like a result of failing organs. " that's me " he hums back, watching the other as if he were cogs in performance. Where a cog was predictable though, the white-haired man was not.
ambush, a snort leaves his pointed nose, smile spreading wider over his tatted features. " To be fair, I didn't expect you to be unarmed. I appreciate it though. " Miriam jokes, a gentle cough falling from his lips from a long life of smoking. " nice to meet you, Vesania " his spanish accent rolling over eloquently. Suddenly however, with a wave of a colorless hand, the gates open and the historical ruins welcome him. Miriam is pleasantly surprised, it was evident by the sway of his sights as he looks from dogs to the horizon, but back to Vesania.
With hesitance, the dark-haired man slinks forth past the threshold, every corner of his mind screaming, trap. Perhaps he was dog-food that simply wandered into the bowl. Miriam wouldn't go down without a fight though, his past was a testament to that. " thank you, Vesania- I'll be sure to make you something... to thank you for this" he promises, already considering perhaps a chain necklace to fashion for the other. Something. " So, you're the uh- boss? " Miriam queries now.
[spoiler=INFO & INVENTORY]
✖ - biography — theme music
personality — Valiant , Astute, Hard-bitten, Immoral, Kind, Receptive.
brief descrip. — ( ARTISTIC REFERENCE ) — 5'6'' medium-haired brunette with silver eyes, smothered in tattoos and scars. Golden-capped canines and adorned with finely crafted silver chain necklaces, bracelets, and rings.
weapons — spike-knuckled trench knife
throwing knives
—suffers from Emphysema
relations
'rocky' Dean Santivaro x Muriella Trejillio-Santivaro
No Crushes - widowed
late Wife Bevalina Poole ▪ deceased
Medium difficulty physically - difficult mentally
inventory —
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♔ Nodding, the albino stepped back. He recognized the man's accent -- Miguel had one similar, and Ves decided to pin his thumb on Spanish. At least Miriam wasn't an overly tall man who spoke little and rarely made noise to signify he was there. Miguel often set every nerve of Ves' on fire with paranoia. Maybe it was the freakishly long limbs, almost doubled in size as to what they should be. Shuddering, Ves moved to walk, waving Miriam to follow.
♔ "Never been good with guns or anything like that, y'know? Better to fight with my fists, or with a knife. Except I don't have a knife," he shrugged, shoulders loose, as he walked. "And don't worry about the dogs," he noted after seeing the other man's eyes follow the movements of the dogs, "they won't bite. I mean, they can, but they won't unless I tell 'em to."
♔ It never used to be like that; the dogs used to only respond to Selena. Now, Ves had managed to get them to respond to him after she had left. Some of the dogs trotted near by, nipping at each other but never straying away. The ones who had gotten used to the newcomer had trotted off back to where they were before. The albino looked over his shoulder, brushing back the fur of his vest collar.
♔ "You don't gotta make me nothin'," Ves offered Miriam a slight smile, "it's the least I could do."
♔ When the albino joined, he had been intoxicated, yet he was still allowed in their ranks. He climbed up the ladder quickly, and he was surprised at how fast he got to where he was. But he didn't complain. Out loud, anyway. Becoming the lord was not what he expected, and he knew there was going to be some heavy responsibility. But Ves was still determined. He was going to rule Los Santos.
♔ Upon the question, Ves hesitated. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I am."
♔ "TEXT!"
[spoiler=//tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20]
general
> vesania bielschmidt | ves, vessie
> male ;; he/him
> 27 years ;; ages real time ;; april 18th
> los santos ;; hitman ;; temp leader
physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; [search up what that organ thing is called]
appearance
> long, white hair ; pinky-red eyes ; rather thin, small shoulders and wider hips ; 6'01" ; 160 lbs
> tattoos on his whole body, including face ; piercings all over body as well, including ears, left eyebrow, nose, tongue, chest, naval, and other spots ; forked tongue ; sharpened canines
> wears a patchy, old vest with a fur collar ; ripped skinny jeans ; no shoes
> carries a picture of his brother ; some pocket change ; possibly a flask
> important things to note ;; ves has albinism
personality
> very laid back and flirty ; he is easy-going and likes to make jokes ; hides a lot about himself ; really difficult to gain his trust ; just as easily to lose it ; doesn't settle well if he is getting bad vibes from somebody ; very childish when he trusts someone ; bit of a goofball ; very blunt when talking ; not worried about how his words may affect someone ; suspicious of people he first meets
> adhd ; ptsd
> plays with his hair often ; blinks really hard during conversations ; is unable to make eye contact
relationships
> pheobe bielschmidt x henry bielschmidt ;; pheobe - m.i.a ; henry - deceased
> henry passed in freak accident
> pheobe went missing at scene of the crime
> axel bielschmidt ; chris bielschmidt ;; axel - alive ; chris - deceased
> chris passed away due to an illness
> pansexual ; demiromantic
> no known crushes
interaction/confrontation
> easy mentally | medium physically
> has no filter | ALL IC OPINIONS
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it
misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in italics
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
[/spoiler]
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