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news - 2023.09.26

Salak Drops (Candle & Eccy) アルバム・リリース決定！

2010年代のヒップホップ・シーンで活躍したMCとビート・メイカーのタッグがアルバムをリリース、フィジカルはカセットにてキリキリヴィラから。

Eccyにとっては6年ぶりとなるMCをフィーチャーした曲であり、Candleにとっては12年ぶりの単独の作品となる。

11月22日発売 Salak Drops (Candle & Eccy) / Liquid Bound カセットテープ＋DLコード KKV-161CA 2,200円税込 2,000円税抜

レーベル予約はこちら https://store.kilikilivilla.com/v2/product/detail/KKV-161CA

ヒップホップの誕生から50年の今年、様々な時代のビートとリリックが新たに聴き直されている。ビートは時代ごとに進化と変化を繰り返し、世界的なヒット・チューンからローカルなサウンドまで数えきれないほどのトラックが日々生み出されてきた。気がつけば日本語ラップも長い歴史が刻まれている。2000年代の中旬からそれぞれの活動を始めたEccyとCandleもその歴史の流れになにかを刻んできた。ヒップホップは自由である意味不定形だからこそ捉え方はそれぞれに違う、彼らが登場した2010年前後のシーンを通していまを見れば想像もしなかった景色もあるだろう。しかし変わることのなかった部分にもある種の真実が宿っている。

Candleのラップは変わらずシリアスであり続け、Eccyのトラックは今もサイケデリックな揺らぎを湛えている。このアルバムの背景にある彼らにとってのヒップホップが聴き手にどう響くのか興味深い。

収録曲 Side A 1.SDIntro 2.Conundrum 3.Own Path 4.Yin And Yan 5.Welcome To 6.Endangered Species 7.Fog 8.Seams Side B 1.Herb And Dorothy 2.Wonderland 3.Still 4.Baccarat Sea 5.Alternative Medicine 6.Drip 7.Slave

アルバムからの先行シングル「Herb And Dorothy」配信開始 https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/salakdropscandleeccy/herb-and-dorothy

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basic information

full name:  eleanor diane barrett nickname(s):  ellie age:  twenty three date of birth:  november twenty third, nineteen ninety seven. hometown:  somewhere in texas. current location:  parrish. ethnicity:  caucasian. nationality:  american. gender:  cis female. pronouns:   she / her. orientation:  bisexual. religion:  n/a. occupation:  personal support work. living arrangements:  little cottage like house. language(s) spoken:  english. accent:  usual american, slight drawl.

physical appearance

face claim:  natalia dyer. hair colour:  brown. eye colour:  blue. height:  five foot, three inches. weight:  one hundred and twenty seven pounds. build:  tiny  tattoos: none. piercings: ears. drug use:  nah. alcohol use:  barely.

story

she is the baby barrett ~!  jude & bash’s little sister.

she is a very naive, soft bean. she loves helping people, always has, it’s why she became a personal support worker

she works with a local ederly woman by the name of mrs elizabeth carron. she has been with her for a few years now, and they are close. she visits her home every day, stays for about eight hours, maybe more (usually more). there have been shifts that she even works past 14 hours. she has worked side by side with the night nurse 

she has not yet triggered the werewolf gene, which that plot is going to be fun. and painful, coming soon to a text post near you.

she adores her family

she has a little white kitten named mal. she adores her. she lives in a little cozy, cottage like home. 

is usually wearing pink or pastel colours. likes to cook food for people or bake, really just likes to help out.

anything else will be added to headcanons channel

[hyetia]

[ rome flynn, cis male, he/him,805 ] Whenever I hear  PRAY FOR ME  by KENDRICK LAMAR AND THE WEEKEND it always makes me think of  ELLIOT DUBOIS. They have been so STEADFAST & PATIENT, but occasionally they have gotten a little bit  TEMPERMENTAL & UNFORGIVING  during their THREE WEEKS in Evergreen Parrish. They currently work as a MECHANIC, a strangely fitting job for a DRAGON (FIRE). A DOMINANT, they never tried to hide that they were  BISEXUAL. STUDYING QUIETLY IN THE LIBRARY, TRAILS OF ASHES IN HIS WAKE, ENDLESS NIGHTS AWAKE FROM NIGHTMARES HAUNTING HIS SLEEP, AND THE SCENT OF SMOKE are pretty much their calling card, and that fits perfectly with their role as a RESIDENT in the Parrish.

hello hello. after 86 years have elliot’s intro

tw : fire, death

elliot was born in the times of kings and knights

his parents worked closely with the king and his nobles earning their trust and were given the honorary title of nobles. little did they know they were giving these title to dragons

dragons existed all throughout the world at the time. some hid in caves and mountains while others hide in plain sight

elliot was their fourth child of five and was the most reserved of the five

he would often wander off out of sight and find his way to the library where he would read. it was there he met his best friend wren

the two were inseparable after. they were often seen in the library, during meals, and in training together as they grew older. elliot sought the path of a knight to be closer to wren

his parents warned him as he grew older to not become too attached to wren because their lifespans were too different, but they knew they were already too late. elliot loved wren more they anything

that’s when they told him the real reason for their warnings. he was already betrothed to another and could not be with wren

when he was a child the king promised a son of one of his nobles to the king of a nearby land. that son happened to be elliot. his parents never agreed to the betrothal before it was announced, but they couldn’t risk making the king look like a fool by taking it back

 elliot was so angry he burnt down part of the stables after training that afternoon. wren tired to consul him by promising him that he would always be there for him, but he knew his time was limited

it wasn’t until they received the word that the princess had passed that elliot felt like he could breathe again as awful as he felt for the girl. she was 3 years younger than him and couldn’t imagine how her people felt

years passed and he forgot about his betrothed. he and wren rose through the ranks of the guards. they were appointed to the king’s son’s watch

wren proposed to elliot much to elliot’s dismay. he wanted to be the one to ask first. they were married in secret, but not before elliot telling wren what he was

as a symbol of peace between the lands the king sent his son to visit the kingdom of elliot’s former betrothed. they were only supposed to be gone a week or two

it wasn’t until a couple of days after their arrival when things went up in smoke

elliot was with the prince at the time when the village magically caught on fire. elliot didn’t have time to think. he moved his men and the prince to safety, but couldn’t find wren

his men urged him to stay, but he left them to find wren

the flames were so intense he could barely make out what was ahead of him. he tried calling for wren, but he never heard a call back, but he would give up

he saw a figure in the distance that seemed to have no problem moving and made his way towards them hoping it was wren. just as he was about to see the figure better a nearby house collapsed on him

when he awoke he was back in his kingdom. everyone in the village died that night accept the prince and his men. wren was not found among them

elliot was honored for saving the prince’s life, but honor would not bring back wren

years passed and elliot started traveling between the lands looking for a new purpose in life. he found his way to the parrish and currently lives their haunted by dreams of the figure in the fire

POWERS

dragon physiology

fire breath

thermal resistance

enhanced durability 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

descendants from his village

siblings?

wren? i mean he could still be alive, maybe?

those loyal to his family

friends

throw some stuff at me

[fikazephyr]

                                            DAMIAN LOCKLEAR

“It is not true that everyone is special. It is true that everyone was once special and still possesses the ability to recover it.” ― Criss Jami, Killosophy

[ blair redford, cismale, he/him, 33 ] Whenever I hear SOLDIER by FLEURIE it always makes me think of DAMIAN LOCKLEAR. They have been so GENTLE & SELF-SACRIFICING, but occasionally they have gotten a little bit YIELDING & RESERVED during their 1 WEEK in Evergreen Parrish. They currently work as an PHYSICAL TRAINER, a strangely fitting job for a THUNDERBIRD. A DOM, they never tried to hide that they were BISEXUAL. BLOODY AND BRUISED KNUCKLES, A LONE PHONE BOOTH IN A DANGEROUS AREA, REPRESSING THE MEMORY OF EVILS YOU’VE COMMITTED  are pretty much their calling card, and that fits perfectly with their role as a RESCUE in the parrish.

damian is the oldest of damian locklear iii’s children, the son of two thunderbirds. his father is a feared kingpin of the american underground, a man wholly focused on himself and his business. his mother wasn’t involved in the drug trade, she merely made the innocent mistake of falling for his father. the locklears were once a proud tribe of native american peoples, but their honor fell once damian ii (his grandfather) turned to the drug trade and never looked back. over the span of a few centuries, the father and son built the biggest underground drug empire ever seen in america. 

though he and his parents are both thunderbirds, the creature has been a rare gene in their “tribe”. people have whispered, rumored that since damian’s father and mother failed at their duties as thunderbirds, their son was born with the gene. they were known as the most thunderbirds born in such a close timespan in the tribe, as normally most tribes in their area had only 1 or 2 (an older and a much younger). 

his mother made sure he had a safe childhood. she never married damian’s father, but she was allowed to remain merely to raise damian. she and damian lived in his father’s main residence and were showered with luxuries, living their day to day life while his father ran his trade. damian iii was virtually absent in his early childhood, only stopping by to make sure they weren’t in need of anything materialistic.

it was rare that his parents discussed him, or that his mother take a stand for herself, but she decided to call his father out one night. she demanded that he be more present in damian’s life. they had a loud argument while damian eavesdropped. it resulted in his father agreeing to spend more time with him, but he made no promises about caring for the boy. damian only remembers this night because it was the same night his mother was killed in an attack made by an enemy drug dealer.

damian iii now had a new responsibility for his son. the young boy began going wherever his father went, learning how to take care of himself when his father was busy. the death of his mother also made it easier to shape damian into the kind of son that would only be beneficial to the business. it was at 16 that damian first got a close look at the underground world his father rules, when he was brought along to a meeting where his father was brokering a deal. the other party made an offhand comment about damian’s size and his potential strength, putting it into his father’s head that his dispassionate son might prove useful after all.

damian became his father’s personal body guard after that. at that point, he was everywhere damian iii needed him to be, making sure no harm came to the kingpin. he eventually rose the ranks in the business, becoming head of security for any and all aspects of his father’s business. he did well for himself. in the years that damian was in charge of security, nothing got close enough to be a real threat, and their incidents went down to almost zero.

he, however, hated working for the man that got his mother killed. after some time working as security, his childhood sweetheart revealed that she was pregnant with his child. it had been easy to hide their love from his father before then, but he knew that if he were to remain in the mob, his family would be found out one way or another. he took his stuff and left in the middle of the night, getting far enough away to where his father wouldn’t bother looking. he despised the man for taking his mother, his childhood, and the love of his life from him. 

his father’s “dedication” to him reached further than damian had anticipated. he was found in europe a few years later and threatened with a picture of his former lover, being told that if he didn’t return, they would harm her and the child. so he did just that, to ensure her safety. what his father lacked in being a parent, he made up for in being a man of his word. damian knew if he followed the conditions, his ex would be fine.

it eventually became far too much emotional effort to remain under his father’s thumb. when word reached damian that his ex had moved to an unknown location, and his father didn’t know about it, he faked his own death and started his search. now, a year later, he’s finally found the parish. 

[dxvinechaos]

Intro - Sidney ‘Sid’ Holmes 

[  asa butterfield, male, he/him, 1,045 ] Whenever I hear DO IT ALL THE TIME by IDKHBTFM it always makes me think of SIDNEY HOLMES. They have been so ARTICULATE & ADAPTABLE, but occasionally they have gotten a little bit ABSENTMINDED & INDECISIVE during their FIFTY YEARS in Evergreen Parrish. They currently work as a PAWN SHOP OWNER, a strangely fitting job for a DRAGON (AIR). DOM LEANING SWITCH, they never tried to hide that they were HOMOSEXUAL. A BREEZE RUSTLING YOUR HAIR, SOFT HOODIES OVER CRISP BUTTON UPS, EYES BLUE LIKE THE SKY, SILVER SCALES THAT SHINE LIKE RICHES are pretty much their calling card, and that fits perfectly with their role as a SPONSOR in the Parrish.

& Basics

Name: Sidney Holmes Nickname(s): Sid  Age: 1,045 DOB: May 5th Gender Identity: Cismale Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic, Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Owner and Manager of ‘The Dragon’s Horde’  Status: Sponsor

& Appearance

Height: 6′5″ Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black Eye Color: Light Blue Distinguishing features: pale blue eyes, he tall 

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: absentminded, indecisive, easily bored, manipulative, volatile, demanding, materialistic  Positive Personality Traits: articulate, adaptable, observant, adventurous, intuitive  Alignment: True Neutral

& Background

Sidney never had the urge to settle down. He liked the freedom of hopping place to place, easily severing the weak connections he made to people and things. It was in his nature, like the wind he was happiest uninhibited by the world. 

Over time, it became harder and harder for him to do so. Borders, protocol, government crackdowns, and identification papers made the whole process more and more frustrating. By the time the 21st century rolled around, he decided he’d try his hand at settling down in one place.  

He was invited to the Parrish by an old acquaintance and it seemed as good a place as any to settle down. The fact that it was a community of mostly non-human residence was a plus, too. It meant he didn’t have to hide if he didn’t want to, but being in his more humanoid form was a preference by then. 

‘The Dragon’s Horde’ wasn’t always what it is now. It used to be a rundown old pawn shop called ‘The Treasure Chest’ owned by an ancient werewolf who always looked about four seconds from keeling over. Sid popped in one day to look around and see if she had anything interesting to add to his growing collection of rare and beautiful items only to be captivated by both the shop itself and it’s owner. 

Eventually he started working there to pay rent (spending money always hurt him, but it was necessary) and when she passed, he inherited the shop and decided to make it his own with a bit of a revamp. 

The more roots he put down, the more he lost interest in traveling. It was as if he was trapped by his relationships, his business, and - of course - his stuff. He got his fix of adventure elsewhere, always sticking his nose where it didn’t belong and talking his way out of the consequences, but something in him died the day he bought his first apartment and it’s been slowly rotting away inside him every since. 

& Random Headcanons

He’s always had an eye for expensive and beautiful things. When he was moving place to place, he was forced to keep his habit of collecting shiny valuables to a minimum but now that he’s got a place of his own, he’s become a bit of a hoarder. 

He likes jewelry the best and got both his ears pierced three times in the 80′s just so he could wear more. You won’t catch him dead without a little bit of bling, even if it’s hidden under the ridiculously oversized hoodies he shrugs on over his button down tops. 

Sid looks very young, too young to have done much of anything let alone owned his own business. He’s learned to use it to his advantage, it comes in handy when he’s trying to keep his hands clean of any potential discourse. 

He can be airheaded - often forgetting important dates or to lock the door to his shop. It’s led to some trouble more than once, but he’s trying to get on top of it by writing himself reminders. His arms are constantly covered in black ink - a collection of to-do lists and notes to jot down on paper later that evening (if he doesn’t get distracted, that is.) 

 His mind wanders easily and sometimes he’ll drift off during conversation, but all it takes to get him back is a quick shake or a snap of your fingers in front of his face. 

His morals have always been flexible, but the more time he spends in one place, the more they’ve adapted to fit the societal standard. It’s another in a long line of things that have changed Sid since he decided to give the Parish a chance.

He doesn’t like getting his hands dirty. If at all possible, he likes to get others to fight his fights for him whether they be physical or otherwise. 

He likes to people watch and come up with elaborate life stories for random strangers based on brief observation. It’s a lot more fun with a friend, which is why he often drags the closest person to him into it as well - willing or not. 

Abilities: shapeshifting - he can switch between a humanoid form and what you’d traditionally expect from a dragon (in human form, he is subject to the same weaknesses as humans), air manipulation, flight (in his dragon form), the ability to sense precious metals/gems 

[coldkept]

                                        WHAT IS IT...                                       ASSHOLE DAY?

blood brothers papa roach // remember when bad wolves // where did it go  asking alexandria // sick like me in this moment // the sinner is you volbeat // dead memories slipknot // violence a day to remember // humble our last night // the old me memphis may fire // unbreakable of mice & men // someone like you ice nine kills // lifelines iprevail // savior rise against // this is war thirty seconds to mars // kill4me marilyn manson // happy? mudvayne // down bad dreamville // this love, this hate hollywood undead // 0 to 100 drake // king’s dead jay rock, kendrick lamar, future, james blake // hit ‘em up tupac 

drew has an impressive collection of vinyl, all of which happen to be hip hop albums. he says the beats sound better that way, and the music is more true to form when it’s coming from a record player. however, few know about this collection, and even less have actually heard it. 

he is one of those people that should definitely come with some sort of warning label, considering that he lacks the filter that usually makes most people more socially acceptable. he rarely puts an effort into hiding his expression, or immediate reaction unless it’s something that might betray emotions he has to actually talk about. this means, simple put, he’s an asshole...but not in the fun way. this is your warning. 

because of the fact that he is quite literally made of stone, his body temperature runs way colder than the normal human or supernatural. due to this fact, he is often mistaken for something of the undead variety, and rarely bothers to correct people who assume so. 

he was gifted sponsorship in return for protecting the town, much like his brother samael. 

drew is not at all fond of hunters, due to the roll they played in the destruction of his family. he also is not fond of those supernaturals who happen to be associated with the typical ‘christian holy’  sort of vibe. they were known to be some of the first to demand (read as slavery)  protection from his kind, and that grudge is held to this day. 

cover songs. he really likes cover songs of any kind, whether it be the collection of pop goes punk cd’s that are squirreled away in his house, or just some no-name band trying to get themselves started on the success of others. yes, give him that shit. he also attends all the open mic nights at the bars around the town, and karaoke nights for this same reason. 

he often will set up a lawn chair and cooler in the arena, especially if there is a battle or event scheduled and watch like a trailer park redneck. the possibly white trash tendency doesn’t bother him at all, he just likes to watch...and if anyone were to ask, he’d just laugh and explain that it was far more entertaining than watching scripted wrestling on tv. 

he has a poor sense of personal space when it comes to someone, or something that he’s interested in. this however, does not extend to people who try to violate his. 

speaking of which, drew is prone to violence as a reaction. this is another warning of sorts, because his reaction to stupidity or annoyance is gonna be ‘i’m gonna hit you’ 99% of the time.

while most might not assume he is cultured by first glance, he can speak, read and write several different languages. additionally, he’s often checking out books...with or without permission...from the library to brush up on his reading, as knowledge is one of the ultimate powers, in his mind. he also wears reading glasses. 

drew owns a dog called sauce. he 100% gives more of a shit about said dog than most people. 

he can SANG sang, like really sang. clearly he missed his opportunity on american idol, but whatever. we’re not bitter about it. anyway, he can often be found doing so when he thinks he’s alone, or when he’s working on something.

connections:

someone who worked with the council to recruit drew here when they heard that he was one of the last surviving gargoyles. they could have known he was Sam's long lost brother, or not. this can be discussed, obviously. motives for bringing him are also somewhat negotiable. 

someone/someone’s who knew drew and/or sam before their family was killed, although they would have to be old as shit and i would much rather this connection be discussed more in depth before it’s taken, so crawl into my dm’s or whatever 

one of the local bartenders, because of his tendency to show up to the open mic or karaoke nights, they could be gifted the title of ‘less annoying than most people’. 

someone who has taken issue with drew being gifted his sponsorship and wants to give him shit for it (i don’t advise this but whatever) or someone who has outwardly threatened him about it (again, not a good idea). alternatively, someone who is fascinated by the rarity that is instant sponsorship, and working from there. 

potential rescues, but again the warning here is that he rarely would take or tolerate a rescue. so, there needs to be a reason that this person has caught his attention, or something that has transpired between the two of them to make said person worth the hassle. 

someone or something that he has failed in the past. he has been separated from his brother for years, and in those years, he’s taken small jobs here and there. mostly, he’s kept it moving, but there are occasions that he settled down. this could have been one of them. alternatively, this could have been someone that he’d left behind when he was tired of the town or it had worn out its welcome (because of danger, emotional attachment, whatever).

a witch/warlock/ god/ goddess(this can be discussed more in depth later but like woo woo dun dun).

Lace here, as per always. Hit the like button if you want to discuss anything with him, or if you want a starter. 

[marcasivers]

[MARCAS IVERS] shares our delusions. They are [261], they are a [SELKIE] who looks just like [MICHIEL HUISMAN]. They are a [SPONSOR]. While they might be [KIND-HEARTED], sometimes they get  [NAIVE]. They are a [SUB] in bed, and [BISEXUAL] They are into [EXHIBITIONISM AND SENSORY DEPRIVATION] and want a [DOM/SWITCH] partner.

Well hello, hello, it is Cate again, back at it, this time with Marcas! I just have such a thing for the skeletons! Anyways, if you want to read his full bio, you can find it here, I just haven’t fully sorted out the pictures and things so the page my look a bit wonky. But here’s the tldr. 

Bio

Marcas was raised by his grandmother due to the fact that his mother married and had him with a human. According to her, it was a miracle that he came out a selkie and he was told never to deal with humans. 

He did pretty damn well with this and only had a problem once. A man named Brennan saw him changing from seal to human, which he didn’t notice the first time, but once he did notice, he freaked. 

But, Marcas likes to believe in the best in people, so he got to know him and it was nice! Until his grandmother saw them together. When he went home she was like “the fuck you will live with me, gtfo” 

He went back to shore and when Brennan arrived, he told him what had happened, they kissed and the latter professed his love. They began living together.

Things seemed great for a few years until one day his seal skin went missing. He had always kept it tucked away and safe but then it was gone and he essentially tore up their shared house looking for it. Brennan assured him it would be alright, they would figure out what happened to it, but he was still upset. 

Over time he got pretty depressed and ended up finding a usually unlocked chest at the end of their bed, locked. When he found the key and popped it open, he found his skin. He put it on and never returned. 

Marcas swam all the way to the coast near Folie a Deux. He didn’t know it at the time, and ended up just collapsing on the shore. Someone must have found him, because he woke up in New Hope. From there he found a sponsor. 

After a while with his sponsor it was decided he would become a sponsor himself and he loved it, loved helping others.

Zara was the hardest. She really did not want to take a sponsor, but he convinced her everything would work out if she did. A while after she became his rescue, he shared his memories with her, prompting her to want to get to know his old rescues, his old sponsor. He had thought it meant she was just getting out of her shell.

Yeah, no. He woke up to find her gone and ran out looking for her only to find blood on his front step. V quickly he realized they were all dead, his rescues, his sponsors, everyone.

The meeting to kick Zara out of Folie, he was barely paying attention, but then she was gone and he had almost no one. He had failed. For the first time, he couldn’t help her.

Now it’s been a few years since he’s taken a rescue and he knows that he needs to. He needs to help another rescue again, but he just doesn’t want to fail. 

Possible Connections/Interactions

Anyone who’s been in the city for a while. I figure they’d at least have met. Marcas is v willing to get to know others and so for the 150 years or so that he’s been in the city, I feel like he’d have some acquaintances.

Someone who wasn’t close to him, but was still his friend. Zara had taken out everyone who’d been a rescue of his and his sponsor, but luckily they weren’t the only one he was friendly with. Maybe this person is trying to get him to see it wasn’t his fault -- he definitely needs that.

People who think he’s crazy. He was always taking the difficult ones. Maybe your character thought he’d been getting in over his head and that this is just what happens when you play with fire. Maybe they think he should end it and just become a resident maybe they think he should just stick to the easier ones. 

Rescues who might want him for a sponsor. He is v sweet! We can definitely talk about this. 

Lovers, enemies. Like I said, he’s been in the city long enough that these relationships can be well established!

Someone who knew his old sponsor well! I want him to have someone to reminisce with. 

[catarinasarona-blog]

[CATARINA SARONA] shares our delusions. They are [134], they are a[SUCCUBUS] who looks just like [PAULINA SINGER]. They are a [RESCUE]. While they might be [CHARMING], sometimes they get [SKITTISH]. They are a [SUB] in bed, and [BISEXUAL] They are into [TPE AND PRAISE] and want a [DOM/SWITCH] partner.  

Hello hello hello! My name is Cate, and I am very excited to be bringing Catarina (or Cat (I promise the name similarities were not planned to be confusing)) into the mix here! If you want to hmu to plot, you’re more than welcome to, I am always down to figure things out first to get the ball rolling, otherwise after some college packing today I’ll be browsing open starters and probably putting out one of my own! Anyone who wants to read her full bio can find it here, but I’ll put some bullet points right now for those who would prefer a tldr version. 

Bio

Catarina’s mother is the full reason she landed into her job prior to fleeing to Folie a Deux.  She’s the one that mostly convinced Catarina her value was in sex, but it started out in more of a “it will only bring you sadness to dream of better things” kind of way. From there it festered.

Everyone in the brothel answered to the head owner who they called La Signora. She is one mean lady, 100% do not fuck with and even if you tried to get her to like you, she would manipulate to get you to do her bidding. She used drugs to manipulate the succubi and inccubi that worked for her, took away clients and therefore the sexual life force needed if there were problems, etc. 

Because Catarina was aware that her life revolved around sex, once she was old enough and fully thrown into the trade she didn’t fight it. She just did her job as well as she could. 

Then she met her one client, Isobelle who pretty much turned shit on its head. For a year, she would visit constantly, making appointments with Catarina and she began to show her that there was more to life, she convinced her to stop indulging in drugs, making her see her worth and all that lovely jazz.

As time went on, Isobelle told her all about Folie a Deux and they began to make a plan to escape, which Catarina looked at more as a fantasy than anything else. Still, it was a solid plan and as things progressed and they fell in love with one another, they talked about it more seriously.

When she didn’t see Isobelle for a few days, she made the mistake of asking La Signora if she had heard anything, which prompted her to talk around to the other workers to find out what was going on.

This lead to the others selling her out and Isobelle was killed, unbeknownst to Catarina until she was called in to be scolded and saw her body. 

La Signora thought this would make her see the error of her ways but SIKE! instead, she fled in the middle of the night to Folie a Deux like she and Isobelle had planned. 

Since she had already given her heart away once and gotten it crushed, she has a lot of issues now giving her trust. 

She has been in the city for about 2 weeks, giving her about 2 more to find a sponsor, which worries her. She doesn’t fully know how to trust someone enough to give them access to her memories and the most painful moment of her life.

Possible Connections/Interactions

Rescues that came to the city at the same time. Maybe they met each other along the way to the city or maybe they just met as they were entering. Something like that can make a huge impact and for Catarina, she would have seen it as a camaraderie. 

Maybe someone who escaped from the same brothel she did but earlier, maybe before she even really knew them. They’d share some of the same experiences and it would be a bonding thing for them to remember the awful place they left behind. 

Friends. She needs ‘em. Either someone who’s been in the city for longer and is looking to take her under their wing, or someone just looking for someone else who lost a love. There’s a lot to connect on. Maybe they’re unlikely friends, who knows. 

Sexual partners. Catarina is not monogamous and without her love, she’s got no one on hand to get her energy from. She’ll be looking for anyone who can help her out without making her feel bad about it being in her nature.

Potential sponsors. She’s running out of time and needs to get a move on. Whether it’s someone who will work more on making sure she sees her worth outside of sex, someone who’s willing to just be a mentor and take on the burden of her memories or someone who just wants her to get over it and wants to help her with that. Come to me if you’re willing to give her someone to be her sponsor. We can definitely talk more about this one. 

Someone who just doesn’t “get it”. Maybe a rescue who has a sponsor and thinks she’d be better off just biting the bullet and getting one, maybe a sponsor who wants her to stop moping around, maybe a resident who doesn’t get her reservations to trust someone. Whatever it is, gimme someone she’s gonna get annoyed with. Even if it’s not valid. 

[cherrybcmb-x]

Wouldn’t that be fabulous. 

[ISADORA CAVALER] shares our delusions. They are [UNKNOWN], they are a [HORSEMAN- DEATH] who looks just like [EIZA GONZALEZ]. They are a [SPONSOR]. While they might be [WHIMSICAL], sometimes they get   [IMPATIENT]. They are a [SWITCH] in bed, and [PANSEXUAL]. They are into [COLLARING and DENIAL] and want a [DOM/SUB/SWITCH] partner.

Recently Played

Ko Ko Bop – EXO. Cherry Bomb – NCT 127. Hello Bitches – CL. Burning Up (Fire) – BTS. GOOD BOY – GD X TAEYANG. Who Do You Love? – Monsta X, French Montana. Dramarama – Monsta X. Hobgoblin – CL. Ghost – Badflower. None of your Business – Salt-N-Peppa. Monster – EXO. Devil’s in the Backseat – Lostboycrow. Paper Bag Princess – Digital Daggers. Lu – Lu Han. Going To Hell – The Pretty Reckless. Rough Hands – Alexisonfire. Le Deux – Hollywood Undead (Deluxe Edition). Mommae – Jay Park ft Ugly Duck. Zero For Conduct – Block b- BASTARZ. Hellevator – Stray Kids. Kill This Love – BLACKPINK. 

Let’s talk about Death, baby.

- Mentally, probably the youngest of the four siblings. Very much a spoiled brat with an almost childlike take on life. And death.

- Satan/Lucifer’s #1 fangirl. And will fight anyone who tries to say otherwise.

- LOVES KPop.

- Fraternal twin of War and closest with her, but she is obnoxiously protective of all her siblings. Doesn’t matter the situation or outcome, she will fight for them to the end.

- Also loves skeletons. And collects them. Is not above trying to kill someone to get their bones. 

- Completely and utterly off her rocker about beings that die, but also don’t die. I.e. Vampires, Zombies, Ghosts, etc. Royally fucks her up.

- Has no sense of personal space, personal questions, personal information. There is no filter, no moral compass with her. She’s very much a kid in a candy store – being surrounded by life.

- Owns a bakery in town, Death By. However, the hours for it aren’t consistent. Considering she’s only there when she wants to be, and there’s no narrowing down a time when the mood strikes. A couple hours in the middle of the night. Early morning. Sometimes all day – good luck trying to find it when it’s open. Best bet is to leave an order. But, you’re also doing that at your own risk. 

- When she’s bored, with whatever situation, she starts signing. Usually ABBA. 

- Favorite boardgame is Clue. But she will also settle for Murder Mystery Dinners. 

- Doesn’t understand, or want to understand, technology. She’s a tactile person, so she likes things better when she can touch them, see them. Books. People. And so on, but she does utilize some two-day shipping frequently after whining enough to make one of her siblings order stuff for her. 

- All things considered, she doesn’t really have the best grasp on reality because her reality revolves around the end. Time is skewed, the idea of mortality is lost on her, behavior rarely makes sense to her. She always has been right there at the end of it all, and her understanding of anything prior to that is like, nonexistent. 

- Adrenaline junkie. Because of the above and her lack of a grasp of life, she’s always doing some sort of reckless shit. But because she can’t die, she also likes to encourage other people to do reckless shit. Either they die, and that’s cool for her, or they don’t, and it was probably still some degree of cool.

Connection Ideas:

Any Undead beings, let her get all up in yo grill. 

Any beings associated with Death itself. Gods, Reapers, etc. Mutual understanding, ya feel?

War deities and beings. Boy howdy does she love War. It’s an almost guarantee of death, and she’s not above having crushes on people who harbor War within them. And then run after them like a fucked up puppy for the sake of death in their wake.

Satan/Lucifer. Because, as I said, #1 fangirl. So I mean.

[x-warchild]

                                                            Hey, Save me,                               Show me your tears so I know you're mine,                                                             Hey, Save me,                                              I need your fear just to feel alive

[NAOMI MEJA] shares our delusions. They are [104], they are a [WEREWOLF] who looks just like [ANA DE ARMAS]. They are a [RESCUE]. While they might be [REALISTIC], sometimes they get [MOODY]. They are a [SUB] in bed, and [PANSEXUAL]. They are into [MARKING and SENSORY PLAY] and want a [DOM] partner.       

AKA; Mimi, Mimo, Mims       mostly by me, but still

Naomi grew up in a tight-knit pack. Despite the fact that few of them were related by blood, the entire pack acted as a big family – everyone was considered to be such. And while she was an only child to her parents, there was no lack of children her age, or adults willing to care and look out for them all. It took ‘It takes a village’ to a whole new level.

The ambush came not long after her fourteenth birthday. Anyone over the age of twenty and under the age of thirteen was killed. Everyone else in that prime age gap was taken to what had been called The Arena.

The Arena was a small island off the southern coast of Spain, enclosed and next to impossible to escape. It was built for the purpose of hunting live game. And Naomi, along with a variety of other supernatural creatures, were said game.

It wasn’t exactly clear how long she had been there at first – she’d later find out that she survived eleven years in the Arena. A few years in, she mentally closed herself off, so she’s still not sure if anyone from her pack survived. Her hope is slim, considering she had been the cause of one of their deaths in year four.

She learned, very quickly, how to keep herself small. How to keep herself quiet. How to hide, both high and low, to keep from being seen. And the more hunts she survived, the more she was worth - the more money she brought her keepers. By the time she was eighteen, Naomi was a ghost in the arena.

When the Arena was finally raided, her release had been a sort of fluke. The people who came, came for one particular person, and only took the time to unlock a small handful of cages on their way out. Hers had been a third string release – unlatched by someone who was released by someone else who had been released. She did her share, unlocked her own small handful of cages that had been around her.

It took some time, but eventually she found her way home, only to find it gone. Demolished. Everything she had fought so hard to return to was wiped clean. After this, there was a sort of wandering period. Lost. Life outside of the grounds was vastly different – if she wasn’t spending her time running for her life, everything seemed relatively… boring. Anticlimactic in a way. She had lost her entire purpose in life.

She’s been in Folie A Deux for four years now and managed to deal with only a few sponsors. Not the easiest to deal with, Naomi is more familiar with being sent back than she is being taken in. Night terrors make her a danger at night, and the tendency to lose her grip on reality has kept her in the role of rescue. She’s applied for residency once, despite concerns from sponsor, and was denied. Her ability to survive on her own is slim – she’s too dependent still on others to be able to hold the title.

She does have tendency of becoming more aggressive, more mouthy, more feral closer to the full moon. 

She has the tendency of being skittish, cautious, and defensive. Loud noises set her off and lessen her grip on the present reality. In the right circumstance, her mind can - and has - tricked her into thinking she was back in The Arena. 

Also, cornering her isn’t a good idea. Her moral compass is so fucked that she has no issue getting physical with anyone. For any reason. 

She has a love of small spaces, a learned comfort from the cage she spent so much time in. Which is why she prefers to sleep in her closet. Or, on particularly bad nights, under her bed. 

Because a good chunk of her life had been spent in a cage, or being hunted, she’s delayed emotionally, socially, and mentally. There’s a curiosity there, an absolute fascination with the world around her. As well as the people in it. Mimi repeats words more than speaking her own because of her delay, but she catches on quick enough. 

Under it all, she’s really just broken and trying to figure out how to be a person again

CONNECTIONS:

Former pack: A touchy subject, Naomi just kind of assumes they’re all dead. Without admitting it, she finds it easier that way. Considering she got one or two of them killed during their time in the Arena. There’s a guilt there she has yet to process, and seeing someone who she thought died - or even was the cause of their death - would just fuck some shit up. read: angst

Cage neighbor: Again, with the Arena. Running into someone she knew from her time there could potentially bring a sense of comfort. There’s a lack of understanding in what, exactly, she’s gone through, so having someone around who knows firsthand could be a blessing. Or, you not. Not.

Hunter: There’s always the possibility of someone who hunted the grounds who knows about her past. Doesn’t have to be about her specifically, but what she’s done. The fact that she can be prey to a hunt. Having a sponsor take her in just to chase her down is mean. But, you know. Fun.

Wolves: I’m not sure she’d know how to be a member of a pack anymore, also - guilt she refuses to acknowledge - but having some of her own kind around to act as support would be good for her. Someone to run with. Someone to help her understand herself again, outside of the constant running.

Friends: piggybacking off the above, honestly anyone who understands what it’s like to be hunted. Or, anyone who’s plagued with the same sort of night terrors. Again, for support. 

Sponsor: Can be any of the sponsors who has sent her back due to difficulties. There’s been a few. She wouldn’t hold any hard feelings toward them for it, but they did pave the way with the assumption that everyone’s going to throw her back to communal housing. So. 

-- hit me up for them plots, tho

[ofbrokendarkness]

My first love was just another bloodstain. 

There was no reason to court him, not at first. His parents had insisted though, spilling sweet lies about how it was time for the teenager to find something, someone of his own. They whispered their encouragement until it was too late, until he’d fallen head right over heels. It was only then that they told their ugly truths, the ones that were self serving, the ones that would damn him. 

The tribe had known magic for hundreds of years, but none like that of the skinwalker. His parents had no problem with turning their son into a monster if it meant that he would wield the power that they needed, a means to a very bloody end. 

He still remembers that night, the way his weakness bled from his lips as his father told him what he had to do, the life he had to take in order to set them free. Funny, it was that same sentiment that would rob him of his. He remembers the hot, sticky feeling of blood on his hands, the burning of tears on his cheeks as he did what he’d been told. Perhaps he really was the weakest link, the one that would have perished before adulthood, but death had to be better than this. It had to be better than watching the life drain from eyes that had once been the center of his universe. 

Once the tribe had learned of what they’d done, of what they had made him, it was all over. They saw him for what he was, a monster, an abomination. It was only his age, the influence he’d suffered that allowed him to leave with his life. They had sold him into chains that would bind him, gotten rid of their shame, or hid from the power they all knew he now had. Whatever it was, they didn’t seem to mind the exchange. 

That was how he’d lived, knowing nothing but use, but rental after rental, face after face, a certain solace behind never having to wear his own. It was funny,  really, how it started to be easier to be anyone else but himself. Instead of torture, he’d become numb to it. He was ugly when he was himself, but anyone else might have been the closest to love he’d ever get again. He was afraid, afraid of looking himself in the mirror again. 

That was until he met Eva and Knight, the two who would begin to teach him to love himself again. They saved him from the bindings he’d worn, they’d told him it was okay, that he hadn’t meant it - that control had never really been his. It lasted just long enough that he’d started to believe it. All good things always came to a bloody end for him, and he’d learned this painful lesson too. 

As far he knew, the pair of them were killed for him, killed because of him. They spent their last breath fighting to keep him safe - a wasted effort, and one he was reminded - he didn’t deserve. 

One more home, one that consisted of the worst of it, before he’d killed them. A snap in psyche that had ended with the winners of that war in pieces, he’d tasted their blood in an attempt to get whatever fleeting flavor of love that was left there - the end of his heart, as he’d known it. 

After that, he’d ended up in a rescue status as Folie, one he knew he probably didn’t deserve, and there he stayed. 

POWERS: 

Human Disguise -  The ability to take on the physical form of anyone he’s seen, touched, or talked to. This ability is directly connected to the frequency of feeding, or if he’s....well, eaten said person or not. 

Magic Use/Spell Casting.

Touch Telepathy - Case by case basis.

Magic Weaponry.

Magic Augmentation.

Death Manipulation.

CONNECTIONS:

EVA AND KNIGHT:�� Previous ‘masters’ who saved him from the enslavement he had been in his entire life. They were the only ones who could see the good in him, buried under layers of self hatred and a stubborn guard. He is sure that both passed trying to defend him with the last villagers attacked and the scouts came to take him back to his own personal hell but whoops, maybe they didn’t. This was a poly ship, my dudes. 

PAST TRIBE MEMBERS: The very same one’s who sold him into his plight to begin with. Perhaps some of them didn’t agree with the decision, or maybe they did - and they think he deserves everything he’s gotten thus far, and more. 

There is also room here for anyone who might have known him during the time that he was being passed around as a slave, people who know exactly who he is and what he is, where he’s come from - despite the fact this is something he does not speak about. 

PREVIOUS SPONSORS: Someone who might have taken him on, but the minute that they’d seen his memories they were either afraid of him, or they couldn’t handle what he was - and what he had done. They sent him back after a few days, or weeks.

[sacrilvgious]

basic information

full name:  jessa ashleigh thrombey nickname(s):  jessa age:  twenty four date of birth:  october third, nineteen ninety six. hometown:  parrish. current location:  parrish. ethnicity:  african american. nationality:  american. gender:  cis female. pronouns:   she / her. orientation:  bisexual. religion:  n/a. occupation:  student. living arrangements:  family home. language(s) spoken:  english. accent:  usual american.

physical appearance

face claim:  ryan destiny. hair colour:  black. eye colour:  brown. height:  five foot, two inches. weight:  one hundred and twenty two pounds. build:  she a thin gal tattoos: none. piercings: ears, nipples (sh dont tell dad), navel. drug use:  nah. alcohol use:  yeah.

story

the thrombeys were one of the first families to settle in parrish. because of this, jessa has slight entitlement issues.

she is...a materialistic brat. 

she is close to her parents and she fully indulges in the old money that is the thrombey name 

literally nothing to put here okay she is witchy, she is bitchy and she is richy.

i did not intend for that sentence to happen but that’s where we are now.

spoiled daddy’s girl brat, bitch, classic prom queen.

she uses her magic for petty reasons, bitchy reasons.

[hyetia]

[  maia mitchell, cis female, she/her, 26 ] Whenever I hear SWAN SONG by DUA LIPA it always makes me think of CASSANDRA DRAKE. They have been so KNOWLEDGEABLE & DAUNTLESS, but occasionally they have gotten a little bit  RECKLESS & DISTANT during their ONE MONTH in Evergreen Parrish. They currently work as an FINANCIAL ANALYST, a strangely fitting job for a BASILISK. A SWITCH, they never tried to hide that they were  BISEXUAL.  ENCHANTED CONTACT LENSES, THE SCENT OF POISON AND ROSES, BLOOD STAINED HANDS, AND  HANDS REACHING OUT FOR SOMETHING REAL are pretty much their calling card, and that fits perfectly with their role as a  RESCUE in the Parrish

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hello hello this is my love cassandra or cass and here’s a brief rundown of her story so far

tw: murder, child abandonment (kinda), 

she’s a basilisk raised by human parents in the mountains of Italy

her parents were being hunted and decided it was best to leave the girl with humans while they drew the hunters away

they were unfortunately killed by the hunters months later

the humans were aware of her supernaturalness, but didn’t care. they weren’t able to conceive on their own, so they took her in and raised her as their daughter

she was sheltered most of her life and taught to be wary of strangers

cassandra was an obedient child and listened to her parents well into her teen years

unfortunately on her eighteenth birthday the hunters that went after her parents found her and killed her human parents while they were trying to protect her

in a fit of rage she killed all the hunters and began hunting the rest of their group

slowly over the years she found and killed all of them, but that wasn’t enough

she wanted to kill all the hunters in Europe

cassandra probably would have too if she didn’t make the mistake of getting in too deep and falling into a trap

she was badly injured and taken to the parrish to recover and hopefully be taught to reconsider her murdering lifestyle

Powers

instant death gaze, if direct

petrification, if not direct

deadly poison, able to control at will

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Sponsor

Bestie

Love Interest

Mentor

Fellow Basilisk  

[fikazephyr]

                               CELESTINO CIELOS (MORPHEUS)

“I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.” ― Stephenie Meyer

[ sean teale, cismale, he/him, unknown ] Whenever I hear RUTHLESS by THE MARIAS it always makes me think of CELESTINO CIELOS. They have been so GENEROUS & ENERGETIC, but occasionally they have gotten a little bit STUBBORN & IDEALISTIC during their TWO YEARS in Evergreen Parrish. They currently work as a LATE NIGHT RADIO HOST, a strangely fitting job for a DAIMON (MORPHEUS, CONTROLLER OF DREAMS). A DOM, they never tried to hide that they were HOMOSEXUAL. HANDS REACHING UP TO THE SKIES, TEARS FALLING AT ANOTHER’S ANGUISH, WAKING UP WITH THE SUN, HOPE-FILLED EYES are pretty much their calling card, and that fits perfectly with their role as a RESIDENT in the parrish.

tino isn’t sure when exactly he was born, but stories say he was created to give mortals hope to fight towards. as a young boy he would grant humans pleasant visions while they slept, giving them a rested feeling when they woke and enough happiness to last the day. eventually he learned how to do it while they were awake as well, but would only use this when they were very unhappy with their surroundings but were still relatively safe to daydream. 

not long after he was born, as in minutes, his brother caelum (epiales) was born. while they share the same powers, his brother’s seemed to do the very opposite and created nightmares. they thought something was wrong at first, but they eventually learned that it was a good tool to use on mortals who were feeling guilty or needed to be punished. 

celestino likes believing that things are relatively always good in the mortal world and falls apart when he’s reminded that this isn’t the case. he purposefully forgets all the bad that has happened and focuses on what good can come. it’s the nature of his powers and of himself as an individual.

sometimes while he is giving someone a dream he will remember the bad stuff and will no longer be able to continue the dream, so his brother takes over to let him rest. this is what happens when a dream becomes a nightmare. 

he and his brother hardly interacted with mortals on a personal basis and so, tino has very little knowledge of how the mortal world actually works. he’s learning little by little and was actually glad when his brother asked if they could stop in the parish to rest. 

powers

oneirokinesis: ability to control, interact with, and walk through dreams (in any form he chooses)

hypnokinesis: ability to control sleep patterns (deep sleep induction and disturbance)

astral projection: the ability to separate one’s spirit from one’s body

umbrakinesis: the ability to manipulate the dark

the unique ability to put his own brother to sleep and stop all nightmares across the universe for the time being (once a week if chosen to do so)

[nadiamcconnell-mrpa]

Juniper- 

So tumblr has been utterly fucking me up the ass with ruining the quality of my graphics, but that’s life. Here’s Juniper, he’s a sad bitch and I’m putting a few trigger warnings on this bitch bc we gettin DORK. trigger warnings for: abuse, implied underage, prostitution.

About Juniper-

Robert Sheehan fc

siren

32

submissive

rescue

born and categorically not raised in Ireland. orphaned as a child, was meant to go into foster care, but he ran away instead, and was trying to make it to the sea when he was found by some not so pleasant people. Knowing what he was instantly, the gang that found him ever so graciously took him in, raising him and grooming him until they felt he was old enough, obedient enough, and broken enough to be put to work. 

When he wasn’t being forced to turn tricks, or playing punching bag, he was forced to sing- making people, targets or rivals or police, whomever, more pliant and susceptible to the wants and whims of the gang.

Worked as a prostitute for the gang for a little over two decades before the law finally did its job, and the gang was broken up, dissolved after too many crucial members’ arrests. 

Not knowing what to do with a belligerent, twitchy ex-prostitute, but knowing he was too powerful and broken to be left to his own devices, they made a call, and he was being shipped off to the states. 

Has definitely not adjusted well to the move. 

He’s very precious i promise and swear but he just hates you all and wants you to go away and maybe choke a lil

dramatic bitch

sensitive bitch

high bitch

drunk bitch

affectionate bitch

will fuck u but will not care at all and will put in zero effort into remembering you

has the mental strength to be nice to like two people on earth and neither of those people is himself

would die for anyone but bc he hates himself not bc he is a selfless person 

pretty as heck and knows it

doesn’t give a shit abt this sponsor business bc he doesn’t want to be here in the first place, and if they kick him out then he can go fuckin yeet himself into the arctic and finally maybe feel safe for once

Powers-

Siren Song- Depending on the intent, can persuade, cause pain, or 

Deexcellerated Aging

Fish bits when submerged in water

Sharp ass teeth and black eyes when threatened

Poisonous Saliva

is prettiness a power?

follow up, is depression a power

Kinks-

Bondage

Praise

Humiliation

Pain

Punishment

[dxvinechaos]

Intro - Sloth (Romeo) 

[ tyler posey, cismale, he/him, unknown ] Whenever I hear WAITING ON THE WORLD TO CHANGE by JOHN MAYER  it always makes me think of ROMEO. They have been so AFFABLE & CLEVER, but occasionally they have gotten a little bit APATHETIC & IDLE during their 20 YEARS in Evergreen Parrish. They currently work as an RECEPTIONIST, a strangely fitting job for a DEADLY SIN (SLOTH). A SUB, they never tried to hide that they were DEMISEXUAL. A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO WAKE FROM, A DAY SPENT INSIDE LETTING THE ROOM GET DARK AROUND YOU, MILLENNIA OF KNOWLEDGE UNUSED AND NEGLECTED are pretty much their calling card, and that fits perfectly with their role as a RESIDENT in the parrish.

& Basics

Name: Romeo/Sloth (he hasn’t bothered with a last name in centuries)  Nickname(s): n/a Age: Unknown DOB: Unknown Gender Identity: Cismale Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Demisexual, Panromantic  Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Receptionist Status: Resident

& Appearance

Height: 5′8″ Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Distinguishing features: perpetual state of dishevelment, a snazzy nose ring 

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: Apathetic, Idle, Pessimistic, Unmotivated, Petty, Unreliable Positive Personality Traits: Affable, Clever, Personable, Sentimental, Hard to Anger Alignment: True Neutral

& Background

Not much is known about the origin of the seven deadly sins, why the appeared, or why they were given their physical forms. Their beginning is a mystery even to them and Sloth doesn’t give enough of a shit to figure it out. 

 What happened before he moved to the Parrish is a blur of doing both everything and nothing - influencing rulers, religious figures, and anyone he could get his hands on to join him in his sin of omission. 

He was swept into town propelled not by his own desire for a change of scenery but by an ex before things between them fell apart. After that, he didn’t bother leaving, he had most - if not all - of his siblings there anyway. What more could he need? 

He spent the next twenty years going from job to job, apartment to apartment, relationship to relationship. The downfall of each and every one of those things was nothing more than his nature. He didn’t put in the effort, he didn’t bother to go above and beyond, and so eventually he was cut out. 

The only time he wasn’t at fault was his most recent relationship. He’d loved the other more than he thought he was capable of and for the first time he really committed to being in a relationship. Things were great until they weren’t and they fell apart - not for lack of trying. This has only served to reaffirm his actions, to prove to him that the effort wasn’t worth it. It was never worth it. 

& Useless Headcanons 

Sloth goes by the mononym Romeo and hasn’t bothered to give himself a last name in at least a century. He even signs it on legal documents...no one has bothered to question it or him. 

 He also doesn’t save people’s contacts in his phone, he just recognizes them by number.

He has the power to dissuade people from productivity, to coerce them into temporary apathy. His power morphs and changes with the times as the definition of sloth changes, nowadays it’s a lot less focused on spirituality and more focused on physical and mental laziness. 

America is his favorite. He loves how dependent on technology everyone is. 

Romeo is both exceptionally smart and quick thinking. He could accomplish a lot with the centuries of human knowledge floating around in his brain he just won’t. Because he is truly the embodiment of his sin. 

Romeo doesn’t usually keep jobs for long. Actually, his longest running employment to date is his current place of work - Finer Motors - at a whopping 11 months. 

He’s really into tattoos and body piercings. He has a plethora of tattoos littered across his body and both his ears and his nose pierced. 

He has two rats called Jekyll and Hyde that he loves more than life and takes care of way better than he does himself. He’s taught them a variety of tricks and he puts a lot of effort into keeping them and their home healthy and clean. 

Unlike some of his siblings, he falls victim to his own sin easily and he doesn’t fight it. It’s who he is, after all, there’s no point in denying the inevitable.