you've ruined me and everything that used to be pleasant to me, is now a broken mockery- Nostalgic, Lost Reality.
Sin's never been less clothed fully dressed. With front and back panels on his dress shirt with florals, crosses, and other religious iconography over a belted sheer skirt, it's surprisingly simple, compared to how little he'd worn to the ren faire. Their most obvious adornment is body paint, however, exposed portions of flesh painted to depict the joints and carvings of a porcelain doll- or perhaps an effigy of a saint, given the several draping, painted crosses on already heavy blackwork and stained glass pieces.
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You walk around like you own the place // But you never say anything // I caught you walking straight through my walls // Guess it was all my fault I think I let you in.
Absinthe Capone: Elven Soothsayer
-Bone jewelry from img 1, silver hardware.
-tied drapery and jewelry from img 2, all black/silver.
-Feather shawl from img 3, adornments on ankles/wrists.
-twisted wire 'ears', black painted extremities, and his own tattoos on full display, no img.
It's hot, Absinthe is hot, and there is no demand for their modesty here- and with a lingering concern about what makes them... 'absinthe' beyond being a priest, they've overcorrected in the opposite direction, nearly unrecognizable and leaning firmly into a less typically embraced 'feminine' presentation of themselves, it's not likely something he's going to keep to- but it feels good to branch out, perhaps. They're not particularly occupied with anything- an alarming amount of free time offering the opportunity to eat, drink, and be merry completely at his leisure- and likely be confused for a pretty lady, from the back, more than once.
This is a giving,
an offering In your favor,
a sacrifice in your name
But I know you've got a taste
So just take a bite of me
Turn the page once again.
Attending alone, and looking terribly out of place, Absinthe Capone doesn't own many clothes suited for a hoedown- deciding instead on a smart blue suit he's likely to shed the jacket and vest of at some time later in the night. Paired off with Riley Saunders they're likely to spend most of the night making small talk with his fellow religious leaders, and those who approach him first- he's surprisingly awkward out of his element, it seems.
I traded my name to indulge a snake
So I ran free and broke a leg
but I felt free enough to rule the world-
One time.
Buried I'll sleep in a bag of bones
No momma, don't think I'll be comin' home.
'cause I- woke up so I could rule the world-
One time.
BOW DOWN!
To the church and the sinner, with a song stuck in your head.
They're holding your holy water.
Now, I'm the priest and the prayer
Armed like a savior
Just like I'm holding-
These snakes I see seething, Bring promise redeemed for your soul- Cheap clothes with loose seams and holes, Steady your breathing, remember your role, My whole world, I don't want to have to end you. Stay the course at hand You promised we'd be to the end I can't let you take this chance.
"I'm Absinthe Capone. I'm 33 years old, and I'm the catholic priest here in Huntsville. I arrived during a storm some time in 2013, and upon my discovery, in an abandoned house with the sigil for protection painted on the door with my own blood by a member of the commune, I've been stuck here. Some would say I'm just visiting, but as I don't remember who I was before I arrived, this is a messy question to answer. I have amnesia tied to my arrival, I know only that I was sent to see if the disappearance of Huntsville was demonic in origin, and that I belong to a sect of catholicism that worked within exorcism and the supernatural. While my vice was once self destruction, I've softened it to be largely just sex. I'm a member of the Commune, but find little use in keeping to myself."
Name: Absinthe Capone- This is an alias, taken from the paperwork and journal he had with him when the commune took him in, While his last name is certainly "Capone" it's his first name that is perhaps just the code name for his project.
Aliases: Sinthe, Abbi, Father Capone, Sin
Age: 33, He doesn't exactly remember his birthday, so he settled on April 23rd.
Personality: Initially confused and easily misled upon his arrival, Absinthe has come into their own in the past nine years. Confident, calm, and capable, they guide mass with a firm but loving hand, preaching acceptance and care for others, something that they clearly seem to subscribe to heavily. Always quick to offer his kindness to others, and to pony up any supplies that the commune might need at his own loss, Sinthe's only concerns truly do look to be the safety and comfort of others, sent to Huntsville to help, that has been their focus for the past decade. He's a charmer, silver tongued and seductive when it comes to matters of romance and sexuality, talking his way into the beds of any and all interested parties, as his vow of chastity no longer holds water in a place haunted by the damned- his 10 month old daughter Joei more than enough proof of his proclivities, and his paternal drive.
Occupation: Catholic Priest of Huntsville
Affiliations: The Church of Huntsville, the Commune, Brothers of Dust (formerly an exorcist in their ranks, no longer considered an active member due to his disappearance 9 years ago.)
Scent Profile: Leather and sandalwood, incense and something cloying, intoxicating. He smells spicy, sharp, in a way that's unique to Absinthe on the whole. They don't appear to have any particular taste in cologne, and their hand-rolled cigarettes smell herbal, not like marijuana, but more like something floral.
Aesthetic: Bloodied rosary beads wrapped tight around tattooed fingers and throats, the white of a priest collar splattered crimson, and heavy, ornate tattoos you don't know the reason for. Is it God in your ear or something older and more cruel? Do you know the difference? Slightly parted lips, worship at the altar between a lover's thighs and fingers tangled tight in dyed dark hair. Oh god oh god but it is unholy, like you. like this. Sinner stained black. wolf in pious clothes snarling and gnawing at the wool over his eyes.
I know, I know we all fear the hounds- But what's life worth when it's lived underground? We can save some but we cannot save them all.... Sacrifices must be made. There's no peace without exchange.
CHAPTER ONE: LIFE IN HUNTSVILLE AFTER ARRIVAL
Largely keeping himself busy with the church during his free hours, Absinthe has sought to keep things largely in order alongside his fellow religious heads. They're aware they're unorthodox, compared to much of what Huntsville was used to before his arrival, but he's more than proven their worth as a kind, well rounded leader, despite their vices. Having chosen to try and forget who he once was unless it becomes pressing, Sinthe's focus has recently been on being a father to Joei and looking after newcomers to the commune. He and Joei's mother are not together, though they coparent well, Sinthe watching her while her mother works at the grocer, her mother taking her on while Sinthe works in the church.
They've worked out enough about themselves to know that their presence was not accidental- they knew enough about what they were walking into to protect himself with a sigil on the door, before he fainted from blood loss, and the journals, supplies, and several tools he'd come in with spoke to a history with exorcisms and demonology almost as capably as their tattoos, symbols and imagery that Absinthe has no clues about the source or reasoning for, though a handful of them seem to resemble the viking rune for protection used to keep the ghosts at bay- though these surely don't work on his skin, they theorize perhaps that their position in the Brothers of Dust had been something of a rosetta stone of old writings and symbols, a physical notebook containing the pieces needed to protect those that the church sought to heal. Their lack of memory troubles them, sometimes, but he has no opportunity to find who he once was, not here, not cut from the world at large- so they've elected, largely, to focus on being a good shepherd and a kind member of the strange family Sunflower has put in place.
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