Basics: He's a terrified-of-headphones, chill af, weirdly optimistic transgender man in his early 20s who will not hesitate to quote Shakespeare, Stephen King and Ozzy Osbourne all at once in the same sentence. He has a small addiction with smoking, and has to sew his limbs on every so often- but, he carries thread everywhere, so he's usually good :>. He's just another ritualistic sacrifice from the 70s, looking to live his best, crime-filled undead h3|| of a life. || Quotes || "Ah, not to worry! It falls off all the time~ nothing more than a bloody inconvenience, really~ the blood is just a bit extra today~ I thought I'd drained myself already~ Real prat of me, innit?~" *cue British muttering* "Waitwaitwait~ back up, will ya, mate? You're telling me you've never heard of the term 'FrUitY'?..." *c r a c k s k n u c k l e s* "Oh, /darling/... That... my oblivious, innocent little friend... that is about to change. I pledge to the bloody gods of hell 'n heaven themselves, I will not /stop/ until the definition has seared itself into your memory until you can nO LoNgEr deny your unholy knowledge of the word!~ Respectfully, o' course~" "I've never told anyone this, mate, but I'm absolutely terrified of canceling my testosterone~ I mean, it's been like... over five years but... I keep imagining going on a date, trying to flirt with some h3||@ fine bloke, and just... gettin' this massive, high-pitched voice crack out of nowhere~" "aS OzZy OsBoUrNe aLwAyS sAid, 'To be a liar, you've got to have a great memory, an' I don't have a memory'!" "...How did I die? Well, that's always a fun story, luv~ uh... I was tied upside-down over a shredder by the ankles, I think? Basic stuff, really. I mean, it was sick as f(bleep), though, because I'm pretty sure I got offered to a demonic entity or somethin' weird like that- and, that's why I'm here today. What a bloody hell of a journey, eh?" "I skate a bit, I fence a bit~ oh, I also don't think I could ever live without mu~ gahdamnit, my hand fell off its stitches again. Go on, laddie, ask another question~ I'm still listenin'~" *G a s p* "Have you ever heard Chainsaw Dismemberment by Mortician? nO?! Blimey! It'll take but a moment of your time, mate, but can I make an attempt to sing it to you? It reminds me a lot of the chainsaw you're about to dismember me with, and man, do I /adore/ a good ol' black-metal-murder-scene. Y'know, if you just let me start with the intro and then saw off my limbs while I'm singin', you won't be able to know the difference~ half of the song is synchronized screams of torture, anyways." "No way, mate! You're a vampire, wear eyeliner, /and/ you play guitar? If that's not crackin' as f(bleep), I don't know what is." "The graffiti? Eh. I legged it from the police. The drvg sales however~" "Good god, was I bloody plastered the other night! I spent at least three hundred bucks on the black-market edition of an 'I love (cherries)' mug from a chav ol' sod in a trenchcoat~"
|| Music || War Pigs ~ Black Sabbath Paranoid ~ Black Sabbath Immigrant Song ~ Led Zepplin Stairway To Heaven ~ Led Zepplin
