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OOC Information
Name: mj
Age: 32
Pref. Pronouns: she/her
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Current characters: n/a
IC Information
Name/Alias: Kostos Averesch
Age: 29
Occupation: Undertaker, chapel groundskeeper.
Born with The Vice?: Yes
If yes, do they use it?: No
Appearance: Dark-haired, -complected, and -countenanced; average height and frame with with deliberately maintained lean musculature and neatly short facial scruff.
History: He's from around Fairport, originally, with relatively wealthy trader parents who loved him and tried their bests. How he turned out wasn’t really anything they could have helped through better parenting. When he exhibited the Vice, he kept it a secret from his parents but not from his twin (who also had it, let's say, so as not to mess up any Punnett squares) and little sister, with whom he had one of those small alarming cabal types of sibling relationships that just got tighter when they had a Thrilling Secret.
He was cocky, he tried studying things in secret and without any oversight, and when he was 16 he inadvertently electrocuted his sister and brother. She died; he was, last Kostos saw him, still bedridden. His parents knew it was an accident and covered it up, aiming not to lose more than one child, but he still left home shortly afterwards—with their knowledge and some money, since they couldn't make him stay.
Eventually he passed through Northcliff Pass on his way to the shrine, then stayed because he didn't like the people he was traveling with, anyway, and the local undertaker was aging and needed help, and stepping sideways into professional interest seemed like a good use of his fading edgy angsty death fixation. He took over entirely a year or so ago, when the old man died.
Personality: Kostos is a surly, reckless, hot-blooded asshole. He would prefer not to be any of those things, if he had his way, but at this point he's taken so many shellackings in his internal war to be a better person and committed so many of his internal troops to the Vice front, specifically, that he's mostly accepted defeat on all of the other fronts. He's just going to have to live with himself. And so is everyone else. If he's the most difficult thing they have to deal with that day then they're lucky, because life is hard and miserable, so shut up. Etc.
He's stubborn, unsentimental, and combative by nature; clever, but unfortunately always too energetic and physical to be content with a quiet nerdy existence; not so introverted that he won't inflict his company on people once he's reached a certain threshold of loneliness, but introverted enough that he would often prefer his company silent, or naked, or both. He's frequently angry about everything and/or nothing, but he does care about things, and people, and, you know. Nouns in general. He'll just be annoyed if anyone makes him say so instead of just understanding that he cares, obviously he cares, why the fantasy heck do you think he'd be here otherwise.
Abilities:
• The Vice: he hasn't voluntarily used it in years and doesn't want to ever again, but he was born under the sun and studied air things in secret, and he's not bad at it. Or wasn't. He might be now.
• Three Rs: he can read and write (but doesn't generally have the patience for reading so he isn't well-read or anything) and, most importantly, keep books like the heir of wealthy traders ought to, so there's really no excuse for how bad he is with money.
• Undertaking. Very complex business, putting bodies in the ground.
Reputation: Does his job well enough but otherwise an asshole—he slept with so and so's cousin and then tossed him out half-dressed, owes another so and so's brother money, got into a fight with a third so and so over nothing at all, and it's good he prays so much because he clearly needs it. Answered enough questions with enough honesty, when he first showed up, to not really be considered a mystery. Just straightforward trouble.
Name: mj
Age: 32
Pref. Pronouns: she/her
Contact:
Current characters: n/a
IC Information
Name/Alias: Kostos Averesch
Age: 29
Occupation: Undertaker, chapel groundskeeper.
Born with The Vice?: Yes
If yes, do they use it?: No
Appearance: Dark-haired, -complected, and -countenanced; average height and frame with with deliberately maintained lean musculature and neatly short facial scruff.
History: He's from around Fairport, originally, with relatively wealthy trader parents who loved him and tried their bests. How he turned out wasn’t really anything they could have helped through better parenting. When he exhibited the Vice, he kept it a secret from his parents but not from his twin (who also had it, let's say, so as not to mess up any Punnett squares) and little sister, with whom he had one of those small alarming cabal types of sibling relationships that just got tighter when they had a Thrilling Secret.
He was cocky, he tried studying things in secret and without any oversight, and when he was 16 he inadvertently electrocuted his sister and brother. She died; he was, last Kostos saw him, still bedridden. His parents knew it was an accident and covered it up, aiming not to lose more than one child, but he still left home shortly afterwards—with their knowledge and some money, since they couldn't make him stay.
Eventually he passed through Northcliff Pass on his way to the shrine, then stayed because he didn't like the people he was traveling with, anyway, and the local undertaker was aging and needed help, and stepping sideways into professional interest seemed like a good use of his fading edgy angsty death fixation. He took over entirely a year or so ago, when the old man died.
Personality: Kostos is a surly, reckless, hot-blooded asshole. He would prefer not to be any of those things, if he had his way, but at this point he's taken so many shellackings in his internal war to be a better person and committed so many of his internal troops to the Vice front, specifically, that he's mostly accepted defeat on all of the other fronts. He's just going to have to live with himself. And so is everyone else. If he's the most difficult thing they have to deal with that day then they're lucky, because life is hard and miserable, so shut up. Etc.
He's stubborn, unsentimental, and combative by nature; clever, but unfortunately always too energetic and physical to be content with a quiet nerdy existence; not so introverted that he won't inflict his company on people once he's reached a certain threshold of loneliness, but introverted enough that he would often prefer his company silent, or naked, or both. He's frequently angry about everything and/or nothing, but he does care about things, and people, and, you know. Nouns in general. He'll just be annoyed if anyone makes him say so instead of just understanding that he cares, obviously he cares, why the fantasy heck do you think he'd be here otherwise.
Abilities:
• The Vice: he hasn't voluntarily used it in years and doesn't want to ever again, but he was born under the sun and studied air things in secret, and he's not bad at it. Or wasn't. He might be now.
• Three Rs: he can read and write (but doesn't generally have the patience for reading so he isn't well-read or anything) and, most importantly, keep books like the heir of wealthy traders ought to, so there's really no excuse for how bad he is with money.
• Undertaking. Very complex business, putting bodies in the ground.
Reputation: Does his job well enough but otherwise an asshole—he slept with so and so's cousin and then tossed him out half-dressed, owes another so and so's brother money, got into a fight with a third so and so over nothing at all, and it's good he prays so much because he clearly needs it. Answered enough questions with enough honesty, when he first showed up, to not really be considered a mystery. Just straightforward trouble.
no subject
Physical discomfort: Y
Emotional anxiety: Y
Sexual threat*: Y but warn me
Physical violence: Y
Emotional trauma: Y
Sexual assault*: N
Level of injury: Any
Loss of control: Mild to Moderate
Spontaneous events of consequence: Warn Me First if it's something that might permanently change how I'm able to RP him, like removing a limb or something, because probably I'm down but I might have other plans I need to account for or something.
*any RP of this nature needs to be agreed on enthusiastically by all involved parties, and will absolutely incur IC consequences
Are there any specific triggers that you need to avoid?: No physically detailed depictions/flashbacks in someone's tag/etc. of sexual assault without warning me first. I don't think anyone does that anymore but just in case.