So many of the characters I write feel like variations on a theme at this point but now I have this Himbo of Death who is quite unlike any of the rest
He knows nothing about anything except how to kill people. He does not know what year it is. He definitely does not know how old he is (he has been factually wrong about it multiple times in different ways in all of three chapters). He does not know what his own reputation is. He thinks he’s getting back at his boss with whom he is having an affair by stealing phials of poison and fancy throwing knives from her room because he does not understand the purpose of the ribbons on them or register that the cards addressing them to her “beloved shadow” are about him. He is very beautiful. I do not believe he would recognise himself in the mirror, like he’d fail that cognitive test.
He is “kitten thinks of nothing but murder all day”. He is “I wonder who that ‘keep out’ sign is for” when it is a picture of himself. He is the Gandalf “I have no memory of this place” meme but instead of “this place” it’s “my life”. He founded an information network of child urchins when he was himself a child urchin and has forgotten that he founded it. He accidentally created a major power vacuum in the kingdom like 250 years ago that’s still spoken of by murdering every chancellor and most of the lords and earls and dukes and shit before he was an assassin (he did not know who they were). His boss hired him to avoid having to be in competition with him. He has no knowledge of these things. Just. Head empty, only murder. His boyfriend asks if he has any hobbies and after he gets through asking for a definition of the term, just says “knives 🙂” with no follow up
His name is Carl
