AND VOID. ⁽ ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖᶫᵃʸ ⁾

   fingers idly mess with the screen of the phone in her hand, eyebrows pulled together in confusion and mild irritation. “You’re…supposed to call people with this? How?”

          nobody from that group, he is highly certain, pushing off the wall to lightly grab her shoulder and tug backwards to mutter something quietly into her ear.

          ❝ Wouldn’t go that way. Not unless you’re looking to get jumped. ❞ that, or whoever this is was one of the gang baiting people into it that had been working in another section of the ward he had bypassed in scouting. not like it was any of his business if she was an innocent, though he would rather not have his plans go awry from some last minute interference.

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.   unknown NICKNAME.    fifteen, the dragon GENDER.    male ( he/him ) HEIGHT.     6′3″ AGE.  mid to late twenties ZODIAC.    undocumented SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  english

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.    blond EYE COLOR.    red SKIN TONE.    fair BODY TYPE.    toned / fit VOICE.   deeper toned DOMINANT HAND.    right POSTURE.   generally stands straighter, though has a slight slouch to his shoulders when relaxed SCARS.    none that we’re aware of TATTOOS.    none ( hced he has a sleeve on his right arm ) BIRTHMARKS.   none MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).    his red eyes + height

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.    unknown HOMETOWN.   unknown SIBLINGS.   unknown PARENTS.    unknown PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.    raised by the government during the null project and was given chronos since a young age to become a super soldier

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.   ex soldier CURRENT RESIDENCE.   unknown CLOSE FRIENDS.    none RELATIONSHIP STATUS.    single FINANCIAL STATUS.   dependent on how he gets it DRIVER’S LICENSE.   yes CRIMINAL RECORD.   other than the large string of murders in his lust for vengeance against the government that wronged him and his comrades + people trying to bring back the very drug that ruined their lives? nah VICES.   smoking

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.   panromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.    not sure PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.    submissive  | dominant  |  switch LIBIDO.   dependent on the relationship TURN ON’S.    biting, scratching, denial TURN OFF’S.   any heavy bindings like chains, etc LOVE LANGUAGE.   physical affection RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. generally is more distant due to his upbringing, so while physical affection is a love language it’s not as often or as apparent when it happens. while he won’t be overly affectionate by far, it isn’t like he’ll turn his partner away if they lean against him or want some. generally he’s probably seen more aloof in his tendencies.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.   breath of a serpent ( dragon ) HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.   investigating, reading MENTAL ILLNESSES.   addiction ( to chronos specifically ) PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.   none LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.   left PHOBIAS.   none SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.    moderate. confident in his abilities though views himself as a monster due to them in the same breath VULNERABILITIES.   once more, fifteen is very distant and doesn’t have many friends or allies at all, so he’s more of a lone wolf. though he’s not opposed to alliances, he’s generally picky on who to trust or who is more deserving of it. he’s always on guard as well which, while might seem like a strength, can be a vulnerability in making relationships of any kind.

TAGGED BY STOLEN FROM: @venatorio

It starts off just like any other night. Sneaking past the door security and settling down to crouch next to the empty shipping containers that had long since become her ideal place of hiding. While it’s rather empty now, surely there will be more people crowding in soon enough and so, Rin makes herself comfortable. If her intel had been correct, she’d finally be able to get the information she’d been looking for all these months. Idle chatter washes over the ten or so that had gathered and though she can make out bits and pieces, a full conversation isn’t able to be pieced together.

Then it happens. A commotion and raised voices echo throughout the place, alerting the others so much that they turn to see what it’s all about. From her hiding place, she too peaks to see what it is. ‘Who the hell is he?’ There’s an unexpected visitor, that much is clear when the few that had gathered brandish their weapons in preparation of what’s to come. 'Whoever you are, you just made a big mistake.’ Their words don’t seem to deter him. Then she sees him, under the dim lighting. He’s tall, with sharp features and bright blond hair. What catches her attention, though, is the slight blood spatter that adorns the suit he wears. It’s over before she can even fully process what’s going on. One by one, they all fall to the ground without having put up much resistance.

“…No way,” She doesn’t realize that she’s said it out loud until his head turns toward her direction. Though it’s in vain, she ducks down and tries to calm herself. But it’s far too late because before she can properly gather her bearings, he’s staring down at her and Rin immediately feels her entire body freeze up. “I…I’m not with them.” Is all she can manage to say in her defense. “And I won’t tell anyone either. They deserved it.”

— @gammanull

          HOW EASY, HE THINKS, EVEN with his abilities (could you even call them such beyond a curse?) dampened as they were. barely a second passes before blood splatters upon his suit, seeping into darkened cloth as if it were natural. lifeless, the once chattering bodies only moments ago now fallen to the ground, slashed open with one of their own knives he had swiped in the slowed down atmosphere---the very atmosphere which red eyes and bore witness to in his brief bout of time control. one hand slips itself into his pocket, observing his handiwork, before a set of words garners his attention.

          another enemy, those two words ring in his head, alert as he steps toward the voice only to be greeted with a huddled teenager. there’s a humor to her attempts to dissuade him from anything rash. besides, since when has he ever concerned himself of someone being told about what he’s done? ❝ It wouldn’t matter if you did. ❞ crimson stares down at her, voice lowering as to not alert any further attention just yet. ❝ Just like for those guys over there, ❞ he adds, scrutinizing her with every moment.

          ❝ You. I’m looking for answers. ❞ and he would get it by force if he had to, as he always did in the end. even without his sword he should be capable enough to hold his own, at the very least, keeping up the pretense that his weapon was well and good.

          ❝ Hey. Got a light? ❞ showing the almost butt of the cigarette between his fingers does he push off the wall, approaching with a hand in his pocket. ❝ Or we could gamble, if that’s what you’re here for. ❞ whichever worked, so long as he could siphon what information he could from the encounter.

FIFTEEN     — ᴋᴀᴛᴀɴᴀ ᴢᴇʀᴏ

a participant in the cromag war which ended seven years ago, fifteen is a notable super soldier that was created through the application of drugs called chronos. utilizing his skills, he has become an elite killer, especially against those who have created him and his null brethren to be as they are. rather than guns or knives, he uses a katana and applies the sword style of iaido, needing only one strike to kill any target when executed properly.