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❝ He’s dust and bone––

                       –––––––but in his will and courage are iron and gold. ❞

Ind. Sel. Priv. OC. by Noir

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❝ He’s dust and bone––

                       –––––––but in his will and courage are iron and gold. ❞

Ind. Sel. Priv. OC. by Noir

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【 ♛ 】 ||  behold, re3 verse info is coming very soon ~

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me, having a serious discussion about my career: yea, but—

sees yet another ferrari post

me: okay i just wanna get rich, don’t care how c’:

@fourrarri

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CHARACTER SHEET

repost, don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. diataria davis. NICKNAME. none. GENDER. male. HEIGHT. 5′2″. AGE. 16 ,  varies   depending   on   verse   /   plot. ZODIAC. capricon. SPOKEN LANGUAGES. numerous.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. hazel. EYE COLOR.  brown. SKIN TONE. a bit tanned. BODY TYPE. athletic. VOICE. a bit deep. DOMINANT HAND. left. POSTURE. proud   ,   cautious. SCARS. lower left quadrant of his abdomen – at the back of his neck – the inner lower part of his right thigh. TATTOOS. none. BIRTHMARKS. none. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). hair and eyes.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. underground lab in newyork. HOMETOWN.  new   york. SIBLINGS. none. PARENTS. unknown.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  not fixed and verse dependent, but mostly an assassin for hire. CURRENT RESIDENCE. not fixed and verse dependent . CLOSE FRIENDS. sherry   birkin   ,   moira   burton   ,  leon   kennedy   ,   jill   valentine. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single , verse   dependent. FINANCIAL STATUS.  wealthy but doesn’t show it. DRIVER’S LICENSE. yes   ,  fake. CRIMINAL RECORD. clean on records, but he’s done plenty. VICES. n/a.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. Verse dependent: submissive | dominant | SWITCH PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Verse dependent: submissive | dominant | SWITCH LIBIDO. Verse dependent: he’s usually active(as an adult). TURN ON’S.   nudity. TURN OFF’S. choking   ,  humiliation   ,   degradation   ,   bad   hygiene. LOVE LANGUAGE. not killing you, spending time with the person of interest, talking with them, trusting and protecting them, refraining from doing something bad just to please them. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. he doesn’t have the experience, but he would give it his best to hold on to it.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. man or a monster   by   sam   tinnesz. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. surveillance   ,   hacking   ,   working out   ,   shooting objects. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. left PHOBIAS. getting caught by his makers. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. high, depending on the subject. VULNERABILITIES.  not very informed with things regarding emotions especially .

TAGGED BY: @cerisetheai​  <333 TAGGING: @legendmade x @fourrarri  x @streetxcat x @thewardenqueen x @dealga x @peacefulapostle​

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PEOPLE  I’D  LIKE  TO  KNOW  BETTER .

one   /   (  alias / name  ) :     noir

two   /   (  birthday  ) :     22nd   maythree   /   (  zodiac sign  ) :    gemini

four   /   (  height  ) :    155 cm.

five   /   (  hobbies  ) :    drawing ,  writing , gaming, music & movies.

six   /   (  favourite colour/s  ) :    black, navy, army green, blood red, pastels.

seven   /   (  favourite books  ) :    don’t think i read any lmao.

eight   /   (  last song listened to  ) :    giants   by jackson guthy.

nine   /   (  last film or show watched  ) :    aftermath 2017.

ten   /   (  inspiration for muse  ) :      music  ,   headcanons   ,   pics, movies, talking about them with friends.

eleven   /   (  story behind url  ) :     factitious, it literally means artificially created or developed, which is mostly how Diataria came to life, with lots of genetic research and experiments.  

tagged by :    @cerisetheai  <333

tagging :  @legendmade x @fourrarri  x @streetxcat x @thewardenqueen x @dealga x @peacefulapostle

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CLAIRE

@fxcticius​ // starter !

 once   upon   a   time   ,   the   clock   tower   plaza   must   have   been   a   truly   beautiful   spot   amidst   the   hustle   &&   bustle   of   raccoon   city   —   crystalline   waters   that   SPARKLED   UNDER   THE   SEARING   RAYS   OF   THE   SUN   ,   whilst   citizens   took   the   time   to   admire   the   crowning   glory   of   the   iconic   structure   as   it   loomed   above   them   ,   tall   &&   proud.   except   now   ,   she’s   finding   it   extremely   difficult   to   notice   any   kind   of   magnificence   within   the   immediate   surroundings   ,   sliding   herself   across   the   hood   of   a   patrol   car   to   join   the   younger   upon   the   other   side   of   the   blockade.   cold   ,   empty   silence   &&   the   SCENT   OF   DEATH   LINGERING   within   the   air   ,   once   picturesque   waters   now   inky   beneath   the   night   sky.   a   chilling   reminder   of   what   once   was.

 ❛   looks   like   we   can   use   the   bridge   to   cross   —   unless   you   feel   like   taking   a   swim.   ❜   a   subtle   smirk   despite   the   eerie   stillness   all   around   them   ,   SPAS-12   SITTING   WEIGHTLESS   WITHIN   HER   PALMS.   even   with   the   generous   amount   of   shells   sitting   within   the   carry   holster   about   her   shoulders   ,   there’s   still   no   definitive   assurance   that   they’ll   both   be   able   to   escape   from   this   damned   nightmare   alive   —   but   so   long   as   there’s   breath   within   her   lungs   &&   adrenaline   coursing   through   her   veins   ,   she’s   going   to   SPIT   THE   BLOOD   FROM   HER   MOUTH   &&   keep   enduring.   ❛   come   on.   once   we’re  on   the   other   side   ,   we   can   take   a   breather.   ❜

            ━━ ✗     He’s silent most of the time, except for when he advises, instructs, or confirms the ones he receives. it’s been a hell of a long ride, they have been running for what feels like eternity, especially with the kinds of creatures on their tail. it’s not the type of journey he’s used to, even when he’s used to many; it’s not the zombies, not the threat on his life, not the fact they’re being pursued, not at all, but the company by his side, the care pouring over him, the selflessness he’s treated with, all while expecting nothing in return, unlike the many who feigned kindness and care for their own benefits, to use him, to use this weapon.

     It’s only a scoff that he gives in response before he follows along, making sure the distance between them is a measured one should something happen and they need to cover each other’s backs. His eyes surveillance everything around them even with how crowded their surroundings are. his vigilance doesn’t prevent what’s destined; the bridge’s construction isn’t the best, or maybe time has eaten on it, because it breaks, a gap threatens to swallow them into the deepest of water below. he survives, barely, one hand hangs on to the edge while the other manages to catch his partner by the arm, firmly gripping both ends. it’s not the easiest task, but he tries his best, pulling the other up, he might not be able to get her to safety on his own, but he lessens the distance between her and the edge. “Come on! You can do it!” Encouragement, one of the many things he’s learned from Claire, a calming and effective way especially in times of need and calamity.

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@streetxcat​ | sc 

             ━━ ✗     It has been a frequent occurrence, getting spotted by his pursuers. Is he becoming reckless? or maybe he’s never totally escaped their microscope? His steps are swift when he flees, hiding in an alley they have already checked, hoping to find something to climb, or maybe a link to take him down the ground, sewers, anything but in the scope of his enemy’s vision. He’s startled, not a common state to witness him in, but he stays silent, studying his company. A teen female, about 5 feet, red jacket swallowing her upper body, she doesn’t seem in the best of conditions, her baggy eyes enough for evidence. Dia can only wonder: is she after him as well? is she one of them, hiding behind her probably young age and a poor state? His eyes never part hers as he waits for his pursuers to disappear farther, for the first time, he’s got nothing much to do, gambling with his destiny; he’s bled too much for his brain to get the required oxygen to function properly, a wound far to the left of his umbilicus he’s most likely forgotten about.

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【 ♛ 】 ||  hit the 🧡 for a starter with this boi ~ u can lemme know if u want older!dia !

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i feel like i’m running but getting nowhere

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                 ❛   hope   you   like   bullets   ,   ‘cause   i’ve   got   a   HELLUVA   lot   more   !   ❜

              independent   claire   redfield   ,   selective   ,   est.   april   2015   ,   penned   by   kitsune

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Heyyo for crappy mobile format / unedited post and half finished blog but here goes!

This is a rp blog for an Elias Ainsworth from The Ancient Magus Bride. I am looking for partners who are willing to write with me, and have fun with whilst I am online.

Mun is 21+ (27 to be exact) so I am happy to write anything but smutty content on my blog. I am crossover friendly, very oc friendly as I am in love with those, and I am willing to write any sort of au that you may have in mind.

Please just like and reblog this if you are interested, and I shall read through your rules and follow if I'm interested! Thank you!

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                                  EVERYONE  LOVES  YOU                  UNTIL  YOU  BECOME  THE  COMPETITION

                  independent & semi-selective original character written by REGG

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I'm not very good at putting my feelings into words. That's why people misunderstand me.

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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@legendmade cnt. { ✗ }

              ━━ ✗     He doesn’t miss the wry smile the other man pulls when his manager is mentioned, and it warms his heart, even if only for a little bit. The rest of the conversation, however, gets a small chuckle off him. “No duties for about eight minutes.” If only Karter has came afternoon, the break would have been longer, thirty minutes minimum since it would be his lunch break. Dia won’t complain though,  even if he spends only one minute with the man, he’s content.

     “Nah.” He shifts in his place, hands resting on the table now. “Don’t worry though; my boss loves me.” He winks instinctively at his boss, a move that frustrates the older man every time Dia does it, but he bears with it anyway; a playful, stubborn Dia is by far better than the Dia he met the first time: angry and hateful, a timed bomb! Besides, he’s noticed how most of the change has come along the timely visits of their most recent regular, and that’s why he’s always lenient and supportive whenever Dia is around Karter; Dia has saved the old man’s life and defended him when needed on more than one occasion, he treats him more as a son than a simple employee under him.

     “It’s five now~” He doesn’t need a watch for it, even when his focus is on multiple things around; his mind is like a computer from the future, designed to deal with every problem; he’s the result of genetic research and trials after all, a humanoid weapon.

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                   they molded you into a monster 

                        sharpened your claws

                                         your fangs

                                      ripped out everything good and holy

                                  made you howl until your throat burned

                  maybe it’s time to show them what a mistake they’ve made

                          they should never have given you such a  b i t e 

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❝ With its untold depths, couldn’t the sea keep alive such huge specimens of life from another age, this sea that never changes while the land masses undergo almost continuous alteration? Couldn’t the heart of the ocean hide the last–remaining varieties of these titanic species, for whom years are centuries and centuries millennia? ❞

                   ― Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

                                                    IND. PRI. HIGHLY SEL.                                                           Greek Hero OC                                                        Chronicled by Joey