Post by mageofsin on Nov 23, 2016 5:29:02 GMT
"with a gat that I cock with a full clip."
-Wonderland, Caravan Palace.
"What's my business to you, eh?"
The man lulled in a monotonous tone. What a literal drag, having been dressed in enough latex to make a sadist envy and smoking what was drugs. He exhaled smoke and looked dully, seemingly without purpose, to the smoke. He ignored the current authority in the room.
"Perhaps usage of illegal drugs if that'll keep you in check." He rolled his eyes and muttered a "bah" and flapped a hand.
"Been cleared of that. Already silenced the ones coming in for it."
"So you have been receiving the current messages? Been listening?"
He shrugged in response and studied the arm which was currently scarred with a diamond tattoo which flared with a red sheen under the deep crimson lights.
"'Sposed well not. Virgil Son Nacht, you're currently under arrest for domestic abuse of one who wishes to remain anonymous. Anything you say can and will be used against you."
Virgil, King of Diamonds, turned his head fully towards the authority for the first time, displaying a scar heading from beneath his tousled red hair to his jaw line. He was no longer focused on the curling drug laced smoke, instead remembering sharply of this crime. Ha. What a joke.
"Then use this, copper," he gave a small snarl laced with his voice. "that whore had it coming for her." The flickering red lights highlighted his unnaturally amber colored eyes more so, giving the effect of a blood red color instead.
"Argent, get rid of this one, will you? I've just remembered an important date that I'm well late for..." The King of Diamonds trailed off, stood up daintily and walked off without so much as a sassy turn. In came a large owl anthropomorph. Its talons were covered by metal claws.
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Virgil Son Nacht, or "King of Diamonds", is one of the four gang leaders that I've slowly been adding to Cyden. While Queen of Hearts and King of Spades are the lesser deals, King of Diamonds is a nasty subject.
Only whispered rumors of a sour relationship surely circulate between him and the supposed Queen of Clubs. Had he really flown off the hook, in a drug induced rage, to beat her? No one really knew. He usually exclaimed, he was late for a very important date, and scuttled off for some strip club while a white shadow moved in to have a little chat with the one identified to have brought it up again.
Jenster, Spades, has little interaction with this menace. Only being used for a hook-up to illegal goods. It's also rumored that Diamonds here is addicted to the very drug that works as a pain killer. Since a near fatal accident that took his entire arm, which is now covered almost always by a latex leather arm sleeve, he'd been on medication to stop the searing pain that shot from the wounded shoulder all the way to both brain and lungs for whatever reason. Seems the stuff had a bit of a drug inside it, and he'd been taking it far long after the pain from the missing limb had gone. The side effects of a purer substance can cause extreme bouts of rage, when provoked of an unpleasant memory.
The arm itself has been modified from its original version to a weapon. No, no blades on this one like FMA's Edward Elric. Specific pieces of Virgil's arm are able to extend in the form of a bow, using a thin magnetic force to latch onto specialized arrows, and release by switching the poles dramatically, forcing it to be propelled very fast and accurately. (This was inspired by an early concept of one of my favorite game characters, Dio Burning Canyon)
-Wonderland, Caravan Palace.
"What's my business to you, eh?"
The man lulled in a monotonous tone. What a literal drag, having been dressed in enough latex to make a sadist envy and smoking what was drugs. He exhaled smoke and looked dully, seemingly without purpose, to the smoke. He ignored the current authority in the room.
"Perhaps usage of illegal drugs if that'll keep you in check." He rolled his eyes and muttered a "bah" and flapped a hand.
"Been cleared of that. Already silenced the ones coming in for it."
"So you have been receiving the current messages? Been listening?"
He shrugged in response and studied the arm which was currently scarred with a diamond tattoo which flared with a red sheen under the deep crimson lights.
"'Sposed well not. Virgil Son Nacht, you're currently under arrest for domestic abuse of one who wishes to remain anonymous. Anything you say can and will be used against you."
Virgil, King of Diamonds, turned his head fully towards the authority for the first time, displaying a scar heading from beneath his tousled red hair to his jaw line. He was no longer focused on the curling drug laced smoke, instead remembering sharply of this crime. Ha. What a joke.
"Then use this, copper," he gave a small snarl laced with his voice. "that whore had it coming for her." The flickering red lights highlighted his unnaturally amber colored eyes more so, giving the effect of a blood red color instead.
"Argent, get rid of this one, will you? I've just remembered an important date that I'm well late for..." The King of Diamonds trailed off, stood up daintily and walked off without so much as a sassy turn. In came a large owl anthropomorph. Its talons were covered by metal claws.
_________
Virgil Son Nacht, or "King of Diamonds", is one of the four gang leaders that I've slowly been adding to Cyden. While Queen of Hearts and King of Spades are the lesser deals, King of Diamonds is a nasty subject.
Only whispered rumors of a sour relationship surely circulate between him and the supposed Queen of Clubs. Had he really flown off the hook, in a drug induced rage, to beat her? No one really knew. He usually exclaimed, he was late for a very important date, and scuttled off for some strip club while a white shadow moved in to have a little chat with the one identified to have brought it up again.
Jenster, Spades, has little interaction with this menace. Only being used for a hook-up to illegal goods. It's also rumored that Diamonds here is addicted to the very drug that works as a pain killer. Since a near fatal accident that took his entire arm, which is now covered almost always by a latex leather arm sleeve, he'd been on medication to stop the searing pain that shot from the wounded shoulder all the way to both brain and lungs for whatever reason. Seems the stuff had a bit of a drug inside it, and he'd been taking it far long after the pain from the missing limb had gone. The side effects of a purer substance can cause extreme bouts of rage, when provoked of an unpleasant memory.
The arm itself has been modified from its original version to a weapon. No, no blades on this one like FMA's Edward Elric. Specific pieces of Virgil's arm are able to extend in the form of a bow, using a thin magnetic force to latch onto specialized arrows, and release by switching the poles dramatically, forcing it to be propelled very fast and accurately. (This was inspired by an early concept of one of my favorite game characters, Dio Burning Canyon)