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Send ✎ and I’ll draw our muses together. (accepting!)

Send ✎ and I’ll draw our muses together. (accepting!)

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.  Joseph Breaker 

TITLE.  None, really.

NICKNAME.   Just ‘breaker’. 

PRONOUNS. He/him 

HEIGHT.  5′8

AGE. 100+, stuck physically in his 20s 

ZODIAC.  Gemini 

SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  English, Various sign languages, French, Spanish, Mandarin.  There’s a lot here, he’s a traveler and he’s lived a lot longer than he realizes, likely to expand the list. 

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.  White 

EYE COLOR.  Golden 

SKIN TONE.    Light 

BODY TYPE.    He’s a bit on the lean side of things, not bony but also doesn’t have enough meat on his bones to be anything but ‘skinny’. 

VOICE.  Usually gentle and soft, its typically in a quieter tone. 

DOMINANT HAND.   He’s left handed despite having four hands 

SCARS.  One around his belly-button, one where his right breast should be and scars over his golden limbs.  There’s a visual reference here just look out for nudity 

TATTOOS. None. 

BIRTHMARKS. His scars might count? 

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).   Big golden limbs is fairly noticeable.  

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.   [ LOCKED ] 

HOMETOWN.  [ LOCKED ] 

SIBLINGS. [ LOCKED ] 

PARENTS.   [ LOCKED ] 

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.   Currently working at Lovelyloaves!  Still occasionally tries to be a monster hunter 

CURRENT RESIDENCE.  Apartment 303 in the golden ward! 

CLOSE FRIENDS. None yet 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  Single, not available romantically (mostly) 

FINANCIAL STATUS.   He’s doing alright, he has what he needs. 

DRIVER’S LICENSE.   None. 

CRIMINAL RECORD.  None 

VICES.    He doesn’t really have any. 

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   Bisexual.  Lean towards masculine people. 

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.   submissive | dominant | switch

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.   submissive | dominant | switch

LIBIDO.  

LOVE LANGUAGE.   He likes spending quality time with people, if you’re someone he loves he wants to be with you.  He’ll also do everything in his power to help you, and ensure you feel loved. 

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.   [ LOCKED ] 

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  He doesn’t have one currently!  But it’d probably be an instrumental or something with soft vocals. 

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  He likes making stuff with his hands- knitting, clay, wood carving, etc. He also enjoys exploring, bird watching and singing 

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.  He’s more right brained. 

FEARS.   Red skies give him chills.  While he wont run or scream looking at it, red blood does unsettle him a bit, but its something he can handle relatively easily.  He’s also pretty scared of anything ‘cult-like’. 

When he was young, the family always warned him not to come home dragging trouble.  That he’d have hell to pay for whatever he made others deal with, if he made trouble he was on his own.

But it always felt bitter and cold, and especially now. This was not the city he knew, not the one he had grown up in and recognized. He was stuck in the woods, his head felt like it was split, his nerves burned as he felt like his body was slowly burning to death.

It was just his luck, wasn’t it?  He was always finding himself in a worse position, somehow. Somehow, he was aware someone else was chasing him, some kind of bastardized version of himself- he saw them briefly.  Stark white hair, golden arms that stuck out of his back, he hardly believed this alternative was supposed to be him. He ran before he could see more- it always felt like he was running from everything.

And now, here he was, breath heaving into the cold night air as he let his body burn. He pressed his back to a tree and just let himself fall.  He felt tired, everything hurt. He let his eyelids close...if he could just rest for a second.  

But his fingertips burned, his chest felt hot, he couldn’t quite find himself to sleep, not with the cold nipping at his bare skin, not with his internal temperature causing him to drench in his own sweat.

All he could do was let the time pass, the breeze in the quiet of night, carrying the voices of the bugs that lived in the night...it soothed his anxiety at least.  A momentary distraction.  This was the most rest he could get.

And alone with his thoughts, they wandered into the past as they usually did.  He thought of the past, how red it was, how he was here now...running, miserable every day of his life. Would he of been better off if he forgot it all?  If he just started new, without memory of anything? What if he stayed the gang, letting himself continue to hunt and hurt for the promise of safety and stability?

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by crunching of leaves by shoes, his head whipped around to see golden eyes peering at him. He was sniffed out by his doppelganger.

He bared his teeth, biting his tongue as he forced his burning legs up, reaching into his jacket to get a weapon.

“Hold on-!” The doppelganger called out, raising all four of his hands in the air defensively “I-I didn’t come here for any trouble, please just hear me out first”

He sounded so…kind.  He paused his movement, but didn’t take his hand off his weapon, he expected an explanation.  He’ll hear what the doppelganger has to say.

“Okay? Are we ok? Um…”   The doppelganger sighed.  Giving him a small smile, for someone who was supposed to be him the doppelganger was…rather upbeat.  He didn’t seem to carry any of the emotional weight Joseph did, or so he felt. Instead he seemed…gentle.  Kind of clueless, maybe.  Friendly.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but if you listen to me and um…go into this parallel world..um you’ll be fine”  He let his smile fall for a second, looking at Joseph more seriously. “I’m sorry.  But I was told this was the easiest way for both of us, I know it sounds kind of…off, but you just have to trust me”

He just kept staring.  There was a lump in his throat, he swallowed it before he spoke.  He always wanted to believe people foremost, and this was another version of it, wasn’t it.

“Why…are you being so nice?  To me?” He…wouldn’t of been so gentle if he were in the doppelgangers position, the hatred for himself ran deep.

He seemed confused, you could read it on his face pretty easily.  It was unsettling, somehow. “Why shouldn’t I be?”

He hesitated before he spoke. “...If you’re really me you’ll know I don’t deserve this, nothing this easy.”

He stared at Joseph hard before he just smiled and laughed a little bit, ruffling his hair with one of those golden hands that stuck out of his back. “Well…I wouldn’t know.  I have amnesia, im sorry but I dont remember anything” he looked at the ground briefly, as if contemplating something.

It felt like lightning raced down his spine. Suddenly, something that was just a thought, a dream, a wish, it was a reality that stood before him.  He knew the word for this guy, it clicked. ‘Innocent’.  He felt ‘innocent’.  He was ‘innocent’.  He lived, not knowing a thing about his own sins, he was happier, he could smile, like it was normal, he was doing it right now.

He could give so freely, because he knew nothing that would drag him down.  He was free of guilt.

Josephs head felt like white noise, he stared at his doppelganger in shock.  Was he lucky?  Was it worse- He…needed to process it, think about it, his brain raced.  

And then his gut tied into a painful knot, he felt his mind crack in pain and tighten, being clawed at like hundreds of ants suddenly biting his skull. Suddenly, pain overwhelmed him.

He screamed out, doing the only thing he felt could relieve the pain at this moment.  He pulled out the knife he had been holding onto this whole time and stabbed his doppelganger.

He ran, fast as he could, far as he could, he wasn’t even thinking.

[🍞]–- “Well…I’m not telling you to stop helping people..” Mizi placed a bandage on Joseph’s forehead wound; making sure it was placed flushed and firm against his skin. “Obviously you shouldn’t turn a blind-eye if someone is in danger…but maybe just…stop handling these sorts of things alone?” It was a complicated situation, and Mizi didn’t have all the answers. All they could do was give Joseph their opinion and show concern. 

“You feel guilty for stuff that happened in the past, but you’re putting way too much pressure on yourself..” He gave Joseph a gentle pat on the shoulder. 

[🍞]—   “Alright, now pay attention because we’re going to have to speed-run through some of the more important bits.” He led Joseph into the back kitchen, pointing out where various cooking tools and other items could be found. “Employees have to wash their hands before preparing anything, and especially after using the bathroom.” That should’ve been common sense, but some people needed a gentle reminder; which is why he also had a sign up in the restroom that reminded everyone to utilize proper hygiene in the work place!

After that, he took Joseph around so he could see where the big freezer was, and around the corner from that was the storage. …The big baked goods storage. “Annnddd….here’s where we store stuff that doesn’t need to be served right away. Typically we just use it for bread and dough.” He looked between Joseph and one of the more tantalizing loaves of milk bread, then he smiled and nudged his head sideways. “Go ahead, you can have that one.”

Istvan, is used to people being used. Its what granted him power to ascend, when he knows that other people are being used or are the users themselves. This poor young one. His gluttony would provide a excellent feeding ground for those greedy. 

 “Of course, come follow me. But keep pace, running would only make you hungrier.”

And so he walks more to the crowded areas of the street.