#charon.

HE’S GOT A KNUCKLE BITTEN HARD between teeth, muffling the sounds that fall from his lips by only just a smidge. it didn’t matter here. there wasn’t a living soul for miles if they were lucky, which meant he didn’t have to hide like normal — and yet there’s a FLUSH that feeds through the cowboy’s cheek when nate pulls his hand away and settles it down into the sheets.

he’s three fingers deep, coiling ever so slightly as the larger man presses into him and each time it’s a guttural response. it’s been years since rian has felt anything like it, and that alone has him desperate for more. there’s an ache between his legs in the form of a cock that’s practically LEAKING despite not being touched, and the look on the other man’s face — has him panting.

❝ o-oh fuck… slower — ❞ except he wants anything BUT that and it’s clear in the way nate looks up at him, a glint in his eyes and a smile that’s devilish in presentation.

he pulls out of him and the dark-haired man whimpers in the absence, hips shuttering as though trying to trail after deft fingers that’s gripping something else now… something much larger that makes his mouth water and his eyes widen.

❝ you’re so big — ❞ but the other man’s look silences him, and he’s lining up, one large hand shifting him fully onto his back, tight on his thigh.

have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it.

HE'S GOT HIM BY THE BELT, dragging the larger man backwards into the large stall at the end of the bathroom. There's a wildness to the way the cowboy is grinning, his hat twisting back on his head as he presses BRUISING kisses to the other's lips — down his jaw, his neck —

❝ Lock it behind yuh. ❞ Breathed ever so carelessly before he's pushing the man he's learned is named Mori up against the wall, chin tilting back to get a good look at him. God, it's been a while since he's done this, but he'd NEEDED it. His hand is splayed on the other's chest, fingers sliding deftly under a jacket Rian definitely wants ON THE FLOOR rather than on and he's found his way back to kissing him, deep and full of teeth.

IT’S RARE THAT RIAN ALLOWS HIMSELF to be seen so vulnerably, even by the man on top of him. But right now, the cowboy’s head is TOSSED back against the sheets, throat bare to the hand that’s sliding its way around it. And honestly ? There’s a curve to his lips as Tim teases him, so akin to their first night in the hallway. Except this time, the other man is in charge here, and Rian is the panting mess forgetting how to speak.

❝ Fuck y-ou. ❞

basics:

name: utp age: utp (25+) gender identity (pronouns): masc-presenting (utp) occupation: bouncer at underworld other: poc

aesthetics & personality:

flawless poker face, bruised knuckles, taking a punch with a grin, a vintage motorcycle, combat boots, hardly speaking but being ridiculously funny when you do, lights reflecting on the street after rain. charon wasn't born violent, he was made violent. you don't look like him and not get into a couple fights. sometimes his silence makes him more intimidating, like a lurking figure that never really makes its presence known. but its the people that do get to hear what he has to say that really know charon. he's funny, and caring, and insanely protective of his friends. maybe his life revolves around bruised knuckles and bloody lips, but he doesn't mind when it's in defense of people he cares about.

bio:

utp.

connections:

hades: you started as a regular ole' bouncer at underworld, nothing special. but apparently hades saw something he liked in you, because soon you were working for him under the table as well; the muscle looking for the payment on favors not yet repaid. ares: you've had to throw ares out of underworld multiple times, but the first time was the most interesting. you almost didn't even stop the fight that he was in, because watching him was so impressive. you probably shouldn't have gotten him into the street fighting scene, but you couldn't help yourself. minthe: you met minthe when she started working at underworld. you've always known that she could hold her own in a war with words, but everytime you look at her you see someone you need to protect however you can.. which is usually physical. when she still worked at underworld you'd walk her back to her apartment every night. now that she's with hades you don't see her as much, though you still text often. you're not jealous. nope, not even a little bit.

ABOUT

Name: Charon. Occupation: Tartarus’ Head of Finances. Age: 40. Gender & Pronouns: Agender, he/him. Faceclaim: Lee Dong-wook. Can be seen: Zealously appraising Tartarus’ annual profit, physically present during meetings with Nyx & Hades, absent in any other capacity, managing debt collection... somewhat eagerly, laundering rare artefacts.

STATS

Influence ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ Charisma  ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Protection ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ Information ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ Experience ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

CODEX

In the past I have found Charon’s gaze unsettling for its keenness. It gives one a strange sense of being discerned... or dissected. But rarely is Charon’s eye turned towards us mortals. The master of Tartarus’ finances prefers to pore over his inanimate cheque books and filing records, managing expenditure... or some other such words.

Charon is a great lover of money, and an indifferent host to all other priorities. Where the obol is concerned, he has a relentlessly hands-on approach, shedding his stolid persona as quick as a coat. No transaction in Tartarus is made without a notarized file materialising in his rooms. Were it a slightly more reasonable endeavour, I believe the financier would weigh each newly minted coin in palm before permitting its entry into the economy.

What Charon does with their own considerable wealth is the Fates’ guess. The most rational supposition is that it relates to their only hobby: a personal interest in artefacts and historical paraphernalia. If I am honest, since we’re all friends here, I suspect their mammoth collection is only another way to move money across. While a paper treasury can burn, and data servers can easily be tampered with (as prodigal Sisyphus has shown us), gold and stone are forever. After all, is that not Chaos’ own lesson?

Charon’s willingness to procure and sell anything for the right price has forged him connections with the rest of Gaia. Unlike most who move among the rich & powerful, these ties are not something he capitalizes upon—unless ordered by Hades himself.

In fact, nobody can recall much of anything about Charon. All tales of his origins are apocryphal, and though his age is public information, it has often been subject to debate. Some say Charon is timeless—almost like greed itself. What is certain is the financier’s permanence: Tartarus has not known a time without him. And with his hand parabolically touching each obol in the realm, it is likely Tartarus never will.

CONNECTIONS

Familial Connections: None.

Professional connections: Hades (employer, dedicated). Nyx (coworker, equals). Hypnos (asset, unfortunately requiring close management). Dionysus (art buyer, thinks themself a connoisseur). Dusa (efficient go-between, eternally terrified). Sisyphus (backstabber, good riddance).

Social connections: Zagreus (the unkillable rat). Tisiphone (drinking partner). Hermes (fleet-fingered heart-thief). Thanatos (sustainable company, agreeably silent). Poseidon (artefact supplier... on the down low).