Carlos De Vil

I see very few roleplayers that are okay with the following;

Demons/Angels

Vampirism/Were wolves

Shape Shifters/Hybrids

The lick did nothing, having become immune to that sort of reaction to her hand over someone’s mouth. Better than then teeth at least. his pleading made her smirk slightly, though a weird, warm wiggly feeling settled in her gut at it and she shoved it away, not wanting to think of it or the cause, whatever it was. It made her want to stab things, and she didn’t want to be sent back to the Isle.

Ash had noticed a lot of people being sick, so to be honest, she wasn’t surprised by the nurse’s actions, she was still miffed at the callous treatment. At the prognoses and  recommendations, she huffed and shoved the pamphlet into her pocket and, without even giving his comment a mind, hoisted him up.

“They so busy with people being sick here, well we’ll just not bother them. Come on,dolf, you’re gonna come sleep over so I can make sure you get better.”

People didn’t die of colds here, she knew that, but having had people do so of things easily treated had they the medicine and such on the Isle had her protective of those she cared for, even if they caused weird wiggly feelings in her chest and stomach that made he want to stab things.

Without further ado she was carrying him out of the infirmary and to the dorms, glad that her roommate was Anna who wouldn’t question.

Carlos sighed as he was again carried. It was a good thing he was used to his Mother and Mal, else he might feel emasculated. A shiver wracked his frame, making him sweat and huddle closer to his source of heat. 

This of course made him blush, though it was lost amongst the flush caused by his fever. “This sucks.” He murmured, pathetically. “I thought there’d be less sickness in Auradon. I didn’t even eat anything bad.” He continued, cursing his weak immune system. 

Then the guilt started, because Carlos couldn’t just suffer physically no, he had to suffer mentally too.

“You really don’t have too take care of me, or carry me. I mean I’m really gross right now, and you probarbly don’t want to see me like this. I’m really disgusting-” Or at least, so his Mother thought. Especially that time he’d caught a cold at the isle, he’d been locked in his room for a week. “-And I’m really not that sick.” The cough trying to claw out his throat begged to differ, but he managed to choke it down. 

As if the anxiety wasn’t bad enough, now he’d gotten anxiety over voicing his anxiety because he was just that lucky. Here was a girl he liked, respected ,crushed on. And he’d just acted like an insecure sick idiot, which he was but. 

Ash sensed his intent to do that and the moment he started to howl she clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling it and her expression turning frustrated and irritated as he did so. At the insulting endearment-which only he could get away with actually using without a knife to the side, even here-she gave him an exasperated look.

“Do that again and you’ll really be a dog.” she drawled as she got him to the infirmary, the cold nose against her neck not even a bother, used to Anna doing so.

Without any semblance of decorum, she dumped him on one of the infirmary beds.

“Dork. You’re not dying, and you keep acting like that I’ll turn you into a cat.” she was mostly teasing cause she knew it riled him up but still.

Carlos, of course, had licked her hand for daring to restrain his mighty howl. The idea of being a dog did nothing more then delight him, but a cat? Oh hell no. “I take back my previous comment.” He said breathlessly, stuffed nose’s had a tendency to make him sound like he’d run miles. 

“You are a merciful creature who would never humiliate me by turning me into a feline.” He lied, because yes -He could easily imagine her doing that. And Carlos would never live it down. 

A nurse had arrived,  and without a word of greeting she began examining him. Touching his forehead and swiftly placing a thermometer in his armpits, Carlos hated the whole process but couldn’t help feeling relieved that the nurse didn’t attempt conversation or comfort  (harried and stressed as she looked, maybe the same sickness Carlos had was going around?) 

She wrote something down before turning abruptly to Ash. “He needs to stay hydrated, there’s a food tray coming in one hour with soup he ought to eat. If his fever gets worse or he becomes hysterical go get one of the nurses.” She withdrew a pamphlet, named ‘how to care for the sick’ with smiling parents watching their teen daughter in bed. “If you have any questions, google it then come to us. Feels like half the damn school has come down with th-” It cut off then, because she had gone to another newcomer -No doubt to tell them the same thing. 

“Now who’s being dramatic.” Ash teased as she poked his side slightly and kept walking. She was used to his dramatics when they reared their head, not bothered by it since they weren’t deadly like his mother’s could be, just unique.

“You’re fine, drama queen. You’d think you were a cat, dramatic as you are.”

Carlos raised his hand to cup his mouth, letting out a howl. It wavered to its end, but it was enough to make nearby people stop and stare. “I’m a fucking dog. Bitch.” The last part was muttered, less of an insult and more of a fond endearment. 

Oooh, my poor puppy.

References to Child Abuse and Violence

 - years of abuse from Cruella make Carlos crack. Trauma, brain damage, PTSD, whatever he gets from her abuse makes him twisted

 - gets tired of being pushed around, so he starts carrying a knife with him and using it more frequently

 - after all, he has no friends and his mother beats him, what does he have to lose? He really doesn’t give a shit if he wins a fight, he just wants to hurt those who hurt him

 - his lack of care for himself has other students seeing Carlos as crazy and they stay away

 - he gets better materials from the barges because none of the other kids wanna fuck with him now

 - Carlos builds bigger and better machines that do all sorts of crazy impressive shit and gaining the respect of some of the big bags on the Isle

 - Mal offers him to join her gang, but Carlos just sneers at her and turns away

 - “did dog boy really just walk away from me? He’s dead.”

 - Mal, Jay and Evie following him after school and sneaking up to Carlos’ treehouse

 - as soon as they’re in, there’re all kinds of traps and defense mechanisms that catch them off guard.

 - Jay gets shocked by a live wire, Evie gets a knife in her shoulder, Mal jumps back to avoid some flying chemical and falls out of the tree house

 - the three of them don’t ever fuck with him again because De Vil is crazier than his mother and he doesn’t care about hurting himself if he hurts you too

 - Carlos snaps one day and just stabs Cruella in her sleep, he gets the kids who are afraid of him to dump her body in the water

 - no VK has ever killed their own parents before. They’ve thought about it, but no one ever did it

 - he rises as king of Dragon Hall, not because he’s strong or a good fighter, but because he is wicked and ruthless and truly doesn’t care about anything, not even himself

“I’m a terrible person?”