OOC -> Hi! This is a brand new account, of my No, I'm not a human oc!
Here I will roleplay as him, you can send me anonymous questions/messages and I will respond as him!
Now, down to the presentations !
Pyotr Volkov, also called « the weeping man » used to be a rockstar.
He would sing, play his guitar, and did so for years, in a nightclub of his town.
Pyotr lived alone, but he had a dog. Called him Bowie.
Often, he would sniff a line of angel dust, let music bust his ears and just spend the night dancing in his living room, feeling like the king of the world.
The life of an artist.
Somewhat great.
He was 41 when the sun started to burn a bit too hot.
He had been freshly relieved from a mental hospital, after his doctor found out he stopped taking his medication. But who needed those damn meds anyway? Not him.
He almost didn't believe the news.
And he most certainly did not let anyone home.
The time passed and he kept checking himself. His body was hurting everywhere.
Crooked teeth. Some new ones were even growing on top of his canines. Much bigger and sharper fangs. Kind of like a dog.
But eh, at least it wasn't like they said right? White, neat, perfect..
But his eyes were red. I mean, they almost always were, but that was not normal.
One night, he woke up with his eyes burning and.. weirdly wet. The man was crying; no sobs, but that red liquid that looked a bit too much like blood, dripping from his eyes.
What was happening to him, what the fuck was he becoming? It's not like he could tell anyone, right?? They would mistake him for a visitor for all he knows, and those pale things were already too present around his house for his liking.
This house, Pyotr didn't think he would leave it, but that was until the night FEMA knocked on his door. Then, he knew he was fucked. They would take him away, kill him, maybe even worse. Who knows, after all. This is Russia.
So he ran. He took a few of his things in a bag and ran by the back door as fast as he could, and knocked on the safest looking house he found.
The man didn't even open at first, asking him questions through the door. Thankfully, the homeowner wasn't a big fan of these yellow guys either, and let him in.
Let's just hope for the best now, right?
(Lowkey how I imagine him but feel free to picture him how you like!)
