Will involve themes of trauma hidden beneath a hard shell, seething jealousy under a facade, mental anguish and hatred towards someone who was meant to be a father, joy in tormenting the weak minded, anti social tendencies, etc.
Like for me to annoy you!
Basic character info here!
VERSES: not in my universe (dc crossover young stryfe), young is the new deadly (young stryfe), its foolish to face me alone (old stryfe)
Affiliates: @gazelessmenagerie, @iobartach
(Rules under cut!)
RULES:
Interactions- I am open to any rps. This boy will be oc and multifandom friendly. So I'm not picky.
Age- mun is 21+ and written by chesh/medivigor! Plz no minors!
Follwing- you follow I follow back! If I happen to follow you its not required for you to follow me back. But if you do I do it in the hopes of making friends and making good stories together.
Fandoms- Stryfe fits well mostly in DC, Marvel, and dispatch universes. His story will (possibly) change depending on the universe he's in. And will be written in detail to explain it or will be developed with plotting.
Plotting- I'm not much of a plotter. I don't plot much but when I come up with an idea I'll gladly dm you and discuss it!
Harassment- I am very against turf's, racist, homophobic, and callout posts. So if I see one I will block. This also goes for targeting me. You don't like me. Block me. Its as easy as that!
Shipping- My rendition of stryfe is overall bisexual, if your interested let me know!
Time: I will have no job but it doesn't garentee I will always be on! I also have mental issues so timing of threads will be wonky and weird. So bare with me♡
Stryfe as a whole-stryfe is a evil bastard who would literally go out of his way to make your life a living hell if you happen to be connected with the x-men. Especially to Scott and Jean. So don't take it as the mun being mean. I don't reflect the muses actions nor condone them!
Request- please if you don't want me following you. DO NOT SOFT BLOCK. HARD BLOCK. my brain is the size of a pea and I'll forget.
Overall- have fun! I'm a nice person so if you're nice to me theni will return the favor to you! Have fun!!
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"You're so angry. Could it be because you believe you're not good enough? Or is it the fact that you'll never be the man you wanted to be? By your father's standards of course."
who the FUCK is this dude? not only is he trying to rile guy up, but he's also spewing shit about his dad like he knows him like that. guy barely even talks about his family with the other corpsmen, let alone some total stranger. this could only mean he's dealing with someone that is beyond human. someone who can read minds, maybe? seems like the only way he'd have access to anything remotely related to his father.
" nah, " he says, tone snarky with a bit of annoyance lingering at the end of it, " i'm so angry 'cause yer fuckin' get-up looks ridiculous. pisses me off ta imagine ya seein' yerself in the mirror an' bein' actually satisfied with how ya look. "
then he proceeds to point his right fist towards the other, free hand gripping his wrist like one would hold a gun. " if yer tryin' ta use my insecurities against me, yer not really good at it." as he speaks, the power ring glows brighter and his eyes hold more intent to attack. he's angry, alright — but not for the reasons this man thinks. " i became exactly who i wanted ta be, einstein. an' it was everythin' that went against my dad's standards. now tell me who yer 'sppose ta be before i give ya a taste of how angry i can be. "
"Stryfe." His gone was low and dark. Eyes squinted beneath the helmet as he looks directly at Guy's fist with the ring. He knows what that ring can do. It's a powerful weapon. And one such weapon that can either be used. Or destroyed. All he had to do was kill him. And the ring would simply choose a new wearer.
"I find it amusing that you cling to that ring like its a lifeline. Always so angry. That anger can get you killed one day, Gardner." He remains unmoving. A slight smirk forming on his lips." You green lanterns seem like you're nothing but expendable to the guardians of the universe. Thrown away the instance your comrades die."
He turns to face a city. One he doesn't know. His expression unmoving as he then looked back to Guy. A small smirk formed as he chuckled." How sad. Do you even know who last wore your ring? What they were fighting? How they died?" He took a step towards guy as he held his hand up. Closing it into a tight fist." I can show you.."
"Perhapse.. we do." He seemed to choke slightly on his words. As much as he tried to read his mind his words were far more surprising to the young man in armor than any mondane thoughts. His eyes widened slightly to his words as he bit his tongue. What was this? Bonding? He didn't know anything else about his newfound Uncle.
The way he talked about Apocalypse like he was nothing more than a flea made Stryfe shutter slightly. Not out of fear. But the sence of usefulness. Strength. Not a sliver of hesitation and that made Stryfe grin. It was unnatural. Unstable and mentally unsound.
A sharp giggle leaves his lips as he takes a breath and sighs." I'd love to hear more about how much you loath Apocalypse." He's only ever known him as Apocalypse so he's itching to hear more. Perhapse a thoughtful death plan. Despite the rising heat, Stryfe stepped closer. He sounded like a child begging to hear a story from a parent.
He drops his helmet to the ground. Wanting to soak in every word, every detail like it were a five star meal. He could take some pointers on it for the future when the time comes. He will find him one day and kill Apocalypse for what he's denied him.
he can see a sense of desperation in this boy that feels much like a mirror of his own. a need to be seen, a need to hear and be heard. hadn't that been what drove his revenge, years back, before he had become majestor? before he had razed every bridge between himself and the sanctified, sanctimonious x-men?
the memories he wants him to unveil are painful, but pain is common-place for someone who has visited the wintery grounds of death and returned. he can traverse them if it means he can build a bridge from its broken ruins.
"it was back in accursed arakko. he made me a conduit for his spells, and then left me to die. except clearly, i did not die, which may have been his gravest mistake yet," he is no fool. he knows apocalypse is a formidable foe, but he too would have been far, far more difficult to break into a mere tool had he not been weakened by ororo's trappings. "because i will rip the life out of him like i have ripped the life of many others before when i meet him again. i am not as meek or as foolish as my siblings."
he grins back, canines on display as he reaches to put a hand over stryfe's shoulder, the touch light despite the heat that emanates from vulcan.
"you want him dead too, don't you? perhaps even more than i do." he likes it. there is no sense of admonishment when he speaks. "you could not be scott's. not when you have this sort of fire in you. it was my mistake to assume, stryfe."
His lack of an admonished tone made Stryfe's mind raced with a feeling he's felt many times before and it felt like euphoria feeling it again. Joy. The fact he was showing praise made Stryfe's eyes dilate. He was genuinely happy hearing such things from Gabriel as he nods his head. He loved every word he said. And continued to feed his ego with it as well as he smirked.
"Scott would have to beg me to stop making him lick my boots if he ever dared to call me his 'Son'." And he ment it. He'd make it happen no matter what. Perhapse torment his wife. Dress up as cable and attempt to frame him..odd. why does that seem familiar? He shakes his head as he drew closer to Gabriel.
"Come. We have much to discuss, 'Uncle'." It was such an odd word to say as he snaps his fingers as a humanoid android creates a portal into a metallic room within the portal. It was large enough to simply walk through as he takes the first steps through the portal. Not before he picks up his helmet.
The room was cold yet well lit. It was actually a makeshift throne room. But he didn't take a seat. No. He continues to walk down the hall in the opposite direction. Leading Gabriel to a room just to the left. The room was filled with computers and so on. On a large screen sat a hologram of earth. "I need more time for Apocalypse. I however need to kill my clone, Nathan Summers." He explains as he presses a button and a picture of a kid his age with a white streak in his hair could be seen on a computer screen with a metal arm to boot." I've tracked him down to this timeline. I just need to find him."
He looks to Gabriel. His dark, disturbing smile returning." And with you. I can find him."
Stryfe listened to him. Keeping his distance as his question regarding siblings made him sneer a bit. In technicality he was Scott's but he wasn't. He was a confusing case as he shut his eyes as he took a step towards him.
"I have no siblings. There's only me." Not entirely a lie but not entirely the truth either as he tilts his head. He remained calm despite the question. If he was too hasty he'd no doubt attack. And he could feel his power from there. He plaved a hand on his chest." I'm Stryfe." He knew he couldn't read his mind as soon as he spotted him. He learned that lesson as he introduced himself.
He removes his helmet to reveal brown hair with an eye that holds three scars upon it. His blue eyes pinned on him as he drops it to the ground. Leaving himself purposefully vulnerable to the other before him. "I don't want to hurt you if thats what you're thinking. I'm not with thoes fools." He looked away with a sense of shame.
those words resonate with gabriel, for a fairly obvious reason: he, too, has been denied the idea of a sibling's bond. alex and scott had turned their backs on him as soon as they realized he could never be the pristine ideal of an x-affiliated. too broken to be fixable, too unpredictable to be worth the trouble when he could kill with a thought.
funny, coming from a family attracted to powerhouses.
"stryfe. i am gabriel. i suppose if you were scott's, i would be your uncle."
he tastes the name, tilts his head like a watchful hound for a moment. the mention of apocalypse makes him sneer, a clear sign of his disgust at the very idea of the man, the temperature around him rising as his temper does. "en sabah nur is a cur. one that, ideally, i will see put down in the future. he dared chain me to use me as a tool for his designs," he walks closer, then, still a black hole for any psionic energy but no ill intent written in him; one thing gabriel has never been when it comes to killing intent is subtle. "so i offer you my solidarity, kin."
"we are the summerses they chose to give up on. perhaps we have room to learn from our similarities."
"Perhapse.. we do." He seemed to choke slightly on his words. As much as he tried to read his mind his words were far more surprising to the young man in armor than any mondane thoughts. His eyes widened slightly to his words as he bit his tongue. What was this? Bonding? He didn't know anything else about his newfound Uncle.
The way he talked about Apocalypse like he was nothing more than a flea made Stryfe shutter slightly. Not out of fear. But the sence of usefulness. Strength. Not a sliver of hesitation and that made Stryfe grin. It was unnatural. Unstable and mentally unsound.
A sharp giggle leaves his lips as he takes a breath and sighs." I'd love to hear more about how much you loath Apocalypse." He's only ever known him as Apocalypse so he's itching to hear more. Perhapse a thoughtful death plan. Despite the rising heat, Stryfe stepped closer. He sounded like a child begging to hear a story from a parent.
He drops his helmet to the ground. Wanting to soak in every word, every detail like it were a five star meal. He could take some pointers on it for the future when the time comes. He will find him one day and kill Apocalypse for what he's denied him.
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"Who hasn't heard of the great Starfire of the Teen Titans?" He was lying in a sence. He tilts his head as he leads her deeper in. People were working within the confines of the building. Some look mutated in some ways. Some stared at her as they passed as Stryfe introduced himself.
"You may call me Stryfe. I'm aware you must be tired. I'll give you a place to sleep for the night. And we will pick things up in the morning." He approches a elevator and activates it with his hand. She was unique. It was hard to describe what she was. She was from another world. Fascinating..she was beautiful. Something he never thought he'd think about as he smiles at her.
As they stood in the elevator Stryfe took his helmet off. Revealing a young brown haired man with blue eyes.
"You may sleep in my bed." It's not like he sleeps much anyway as he leads her down a long hallway with his helmet at his hip. Walking ahead of her as he opened a sliding door to reveal a bedroom. It looked generally futuristic but it had a decent view. But also rather plane as a lush bed waited for her.
“How many shots would it take for you to sleep with Starfire?”
Stryfe pondered the question. She wasn't a human nor was she a mutant. He shrugged." I'd stay sober for her. She'd no doubt make a decent master of destruction one day. Might as well keep it clean."
mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?
Stryfe is incapable of not just apologizing. But admitting that he was wrong and admitting he needs help. Being as prideful as he is he's incapable of saying anything in regards to doing the right thing. When it comes to his life he's incredibly traumatized and groomed into believing that strength lies in the physical and mental strength as well. But behind his facade he's in great pain. The only way he'd ever admit anything or say thoes words 'I'm sorry' is if someone pushed him past his mental limits and made him think clearly.
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Stryfe looked at his multiple clones. It was so loud with so many people in one place. All being the same person. The same body. Same mind. He could hear different thoughts about him entering his mind like a wave of annoyance to his own head as he stood there with a slight twitch to his eye under his helmet.
"You're beginning to annoy me.." he says as his eyes shift over the ocean of Billy's. He hates duplication abilities. But he was still vulnerable to psychic attacks. The problem was that there was too many to know the originals location anymore. A slight smirk forming on his lips as he looked around him.
"You're worse than a insect. You're a whole infestation amidst my presence. An infestation that needs exterminating.." he takes a breath as he clenchest his fist before he began to float above the ground. He didn't fly into the crowd. No that would be foolish. But created a force blast of telekenetic energy that forced the first layer of men to kneel. Then the next.
"Billy..such a simple human name for someone with powers." He picked one's brain. But it was strange. It was like each one's memories only start as soon as they separate from the original. He couldn't get his history. He couldn't see his connections, childhood. Nothing. And he wasn't going to search through a whole ocean of Billy's to find the real him. .
"Excuse me, I seem to be lost and my friends are nowhere to be found." She said as she approached the stranger. "This has never happened and it is causing me 'the' confusion."
(from Starfire)
Stryfe wasn't expecting someone like this to approach him. She looked human but acted as though she had no idea how to speak properly. His eyes behind the helmet narrow as he turns to face her. His expression unreadable before a slight smirk showed. He squirmed around her mind. Reading her thoughts.
Confused to be expected. Scared not so much. But she wasn't human. Not in the slightest. She was enslaved at one point and treated as property. Now that..was interesting to him. His expression shifted slightly as he saw the faces of her friends. Faces he didn't recognize as he approached her.
"Starfire. I'm afraid I haven't seen them." He was honest. Despite the fact he knew her hero name almost instantly despite her not telling him her name. He knew a lot about her already. He'd keep that knowledge to himself as he approached her. Placing a hand gently on her shoulder as he began to lead her into the large metallic almost futuristic building before her.
Whats the hardest kink your muse would participate in?
BDSM. He'd most likely would like to be the one in control at the time when it comes to strapping someone to a bed making them beg for it. It would be perfect for him. Because it involves willingly giving your partner control.
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