Where the rest of my non-Kingdom Hearts related writing goes. Stuff like fanfiction, original fiction, and musing goes. I'll be updating this with character information too, possibly! The first bit is actually of like - my one original character not tied to any setting, aptly named Typhon.
He's a little shit. Alien guy. If I could upload character information sheets here, I would do so in a heartbeat weeps-
But have some characterization drawn from a roleplay.
He stared hard at the man, long and hard, at the admittedly humiliating moment. For him. It would've been idiotic of Typhon to make a mockery of the situation, so he wisely refrained from making a wisecrack that would've let to him sitting around. Prisons were meant to keep people in, whittle at their minds until they had nothing to do but allow a period of self-reflection. And Typhon made a shitty prisoner because of it.
His mind worked a mile a minute, plucking apart each and every way that he could've possibly broken out by this point, even at the cost of a few lives. Dangerous cunning was what made the world go 'round. "I guess it shouldn't matter after all." Typhon finally said, leaning back in his seat with an all too casual air about him. It hadn't been as big as so many people made it out to be.
"And you are. Just a little cute. A smidge." A relatively sedate tease as he slid out of his seat. With permission to move on, Typhon seized full advantage of it by slipping on his coat. The ball drew his attention for a moment, but nothing longer than a fraction of a second. Geeze, and Aurinko was trying to get into bondage already? He could see the logic behind the security though. It was chilly to the touch, and a few moments of trying to pull his fingers apart led to nothing more than the material tensing.
"These are nice." He mentioned conversationally. Alloys like this were neat finds ; one of the things that Typhon had always enjoyed doing in his spare time was seeing how long materials could last beneath an assault. Most metals snapped like twine, but this... would be a challenge. Aurinko just gave the boy a new habit, even as he was led outside.
Good thing he seemed so invested in the cuffs, too, because the whispers that trailed behind them were as malicious as they were hushed. "They're bad at talking low." He told Aurinko, peering up from behind half-lidded eyes as his digits attempted to wriggle about. "And the stars aren't boring. Maybe we'll see an eclipse or something..." A low, vaguely dreamy sigh rolled free from Typhon's lips. That sounded amazing.
Spacefaring was not for the Stratosian race, not because they weren't amazed by the sights, but because the races that polluted common space typically tended to grind against their ways far too often. First impressions meant everything, and it seemed like they'd been met with several poor ones before the space program had been dismantled by war in eons past. What? He wasn't going to provoke someone when he had an opportunity to leave right in front of him.
It would've been dumb, and he could've waited. Once inside the ship, Typhon's eyes scanned across every item that he could find. His nose twitched, separating and categorizing minerals and peculiar materials faster than humanly possible. His gaze landed on a crate, and without much preamble, Typhon sauntered over to it, settling down with a low thunk of clothed flesh hitting dense metal. "So are you going to keep these on as foreplay?"
He didn't need his hands to do damage. Hell, he didn't even need his feet. His body, the body that had managed to do the impossible on the regular, was simply more than willing to accommodate. If he wished it, the elements themselves would leap to his will. But that was a secret. A well-kept one. "Or are you going to tell me who you're working for? You seem a bit..." He searched for a word. "... above the law."
He's a little shit. Alien guy. If I could upload character information sheets here, I would do so in a heartbeat weeps-
But have some characterization drawn from a roleplay.
He stared hard at the man, long and hard, at the admittedly humiliating moment. For him. It would've been idiotic of Typhon to make a mockery of the situation, so he wisely refrained from making a wisecrack that would've let to him sitting around. Prisons were meant to keep people in, whittle at their minds until they had nothing to do but allow a period of self-reflection. And Typhon made a shitty prisoner because of it.
His mind worked a mile a minute, plucking apart each and every way that he could've possibly broken out by this point, even at the cost of a few lives. Dangerous cunning was what made the world go 'round. "I guess it shouldn't matter after all." Typhon finally said, leaning back in his seat with an all too casual air about him. It hadn't been as big as so many people made it out to be.
"And you are. Just a little cute. A smidge." A relatively sedate tease as he slid out of his seat. With permission to move on, Typhon seized full advantage of it by slipping on his coat. The ball drew his attention for a moment, but nothing longer than a fraction of a second. Geeze, and Aurinko was trying to get into bondage already? He could see the logic behind the security though. It was chilly to the touch, and a few moments of trying to pull his fingers apart led to nothing more than the material tensing.
"These are nice." He mentioned conversationally. Alloys like this were neat finds ; one of the things that Typhon had always enjoyed doing in his spare time was seeing how long materials could last beneath an assault. Most metals snapped like twine, but this... would be a challenge. Aurinko just gave the boy a new habit, even as he was led outside.
Good thing he seemed so invested in the cuffs, too, because the whispers that trailed behind them were as malicious as they were hushed. "They're bad at talking low." He told Aurinko, peering up from behind half-lidded eyes as his digits attempted to wriggle about. "And the stars aren't boring. Maybe we'll see an eclipse or something..." A low, vaguely dreamy sigh rolled free from Typhon's lips. That sounded amazing.
Spacefaring was not for the Stratosian race, not because they weren't amazed by the sights, but because the races that polluted common space typically tended to grind against their ways far too often. First impressions meant everything, and it seemed like they'd been met with several poor ones before the space program had been dismantled by war in eons past. What? He wasn't going to provoke someone when he had an opportunity to leave right in front of him.
It would've been dumb, and he could've waited. Once inside the ship, Typhon's eyes scanned across every item that he could find. His nose twitched, separating and categorizing minerals and peculiar materials faster than humanly possible. His gaze landed on a crate, and without much preamble, Typhon sauntered over to it, settling down with a low thunk of clothed flesh hitting dense metal. "So are you going to keep these on as foreplay?"
He didn't need his hands to do damage. Hell, he didn't even need his feet. His body, the body that had managed to do the impossible on the regular, was simply more than willing to accommodate. If he wished it, the elements themselves would leap to his will. But that was a secret. A well-kept one. "Or are you going to tell me who you're working for? You seem a bit..." He searched for a word. "... above the law."
