@Icefire
Prompt:
The hero shows up at the villain's doorstep one night. They're shivering, bleeding, scared. There's also a slightly dazed look in their eyes– they were drugged. They look like they were assaulted. They look up at the villain, swaying slightly as they're close to passing out, they mumble, "…didn't know where else to go…" Then collapse into the villain's arms.)
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Characters:
Name: Cassian "Cas" Grey
Age: 20, almost 21
Gender and Sexuality: Male, gay
Alias?: Sketch
Powers: ability to make drawings come to life
Looks: Cassian is a bit on the short side, at only 5'4". He is thin, with a good amount of muscle for someone his height. His skin is a light olive color, that tans rather easily. His hair is dark brown, nearly black, and is cut short. It tends to stick up a bit no matter what he does to it. His back and arms are a little scarred from various fights. His eyes are a hazel green, and sometimes appear to be more brown or grey than green. His normal clothing is just casual, a t shirt and jeans. His suit, for fighting and such, is just a dark blue one with light body armor, along with different drawing tools hidden throughout it.
Other: hero.
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Name: Imogen, although he allows the people who trust him to call him Imo, or Gen.
Age (I'm thinking between 20 and 24): 21 and a half
Gender and Sexuality: Cis. Male; Questioning
Alias?: Break (I-I swear it sounded better in my mind ;w;)
Powers: By looking into his opponent's eye, he is able to mirror the pain he is feeling to them. This includes emotional pain, although that is harder to control because he hasn't mastered his abilities yet.
Looks:
5'7" (I lovee height differences QaQ)
Imo features a pale, almost vampiric skin tone that was a huge disadvantage towards the beginning of his villain "reign", though it soon became a defining feature for his villain persona. He sports short, messy ash gray hair that somehow looks dark in the sunlight. His eyes are a lighter blue with specklings of yellow, and his casual clothing is a large hoodie of whatever color, paired with loose sweatpants and running sneakers. If he feels fancy, he'd probably just change out the sneakers for his black boots, and wear a coat/jacket instead of a hoodie. In general, he just wants something comfortable to wear and fast to change out of (Just in case..)
(I.. Haven't thought up a suit for him so I'll probably need more time TvT)
Other:
I want to expand on my character's personality, likes/dislikes, etc within the rp so hopefully it'll be more fun??
(Thanks! Do you want me to start?)
(Ah, I would love that! I have to go back home in a bit, so you might have to wait for a reply ;; )
(alright! That's fine!)
Cass was stumbling. He was clutching at his stomach with one arm, pressing against it as if that could stop the throbbing pain. He had been missing for nearly two weeks now. The news had no idea what had happened to him or where he had gone. And now he was knocking on the door of a man who was his enemy, because he didn't have anywhere else to go.
( @Sorrel Ofc! :') )
(To Icefire- I made up a few names to give Imogen something to do, Invictus is a book that I like (AlsowhereIgotinspoforhisname), so I just turned it into a show for Imo to enjoy xD )
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The mysterious, sly, and most definitely dangerous villain Imogen- Better known as Break to the public eye- sat cross-legged on the matte gray couch in the living room, his kiwi colored coat draped around him like a blanket. He had sank a comfortable bit into the puffy couch, snacking lazily on roasted and salted green peas that laid in a bowl held in place by his legs. No, he wasn't planning on moving for quite a while.
A large ipad stood upright on a coffee table in front of him, playing a rerun of the latest Invictus episode that had aired a few days ago. Imogen stared intently at the device, his hands automatically grabbing peas and shoveling them into his mouth.
"When will they introduce Eliot already? I've been waiting for their interpretation of the character for ages!" He blurted at the screen, pouting.
"Ugh, they've only made a few episodes, taking her out too early would ruin the fluidity of it all.. But still.." Complaining, Imogen swatted at his snack bowl, successfully knocking a few peas off the side and onto the muted blue carpet beneath.
"Ack- Wha!"
Imogen groaned, licking the remaining seasoning off his fingertips before setting the bowl begrudgingly onto the table and getting up to clean his mess.
As he got up, he heard knocking at his door. Usually he wouldn't have minded, but this time was.. Different. Unlike the usual coded knocks that his friends shot off at the door, this one was slow and quiet, almost as if the person was reluctant to knock at all. Imogen thought back, confused. He hadn't called a pizza delivery man, had he?
"Best to check before they leave," He muttered, although he knew he wouldn't have gone- or heard it at all- if his bowl hadn't got knocked over, forcing him to pause the video.
Strolling over to the door, Imogen peeked through the peephole. He promptly dropped the bowl of salted peas that he'd brought with him, the glass shattering and the peas rolling haphazardly across the linoleum tiles.
"I- Uh?!" Stammering, he stumbled away from the door. How had Sketch found his house?
Imogen slowly walked back up to the door, wary now. Kicking a few stray peas out of the way. It took him a bit to refocus, but when he did, Imogen noticed Sketch's odd behavior. The arm around his stomach, the way he hung his head in what seemed to be great pain..
And.. When was the last time he'd went up against him? Hadn't almost two weeks gone by already?
Imogen gulped, still unable to open the door in fear of a trap.
"State your business. I can and I will leave you out there if I don't have a valid reason to trust you." Imogen said in his best, "I didn't just wake up and in fact have a knife ready if you try and break in" voice. ((lol))
(yeah Sorrel, of course!)
(Haha lol. I love that book too!)
Cas bit his lip a little bit, taking a shuddering breath. "I-I'm sorry…" He whispered. "I-I don't…I don't have anywhere else to go…" His voice was quiet, subdued and broken. Nothing like the man that Imo had fought before. Nothing like the hero he normally was, quick with a joke and a laugh and a smile. This was a broken young man on the edge of tears, skin paler than normal, body trembling and shaking and bleeding.
(Waa, really?? Omg, I can't believe I've met another fan here TvT
Seriously, you've made my dayy ;w; Which one is your favorite ship? Priya and Far or Gram and Imogen? :'D )
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Nothing like a good fight with your morals on a Sunday night ((I assumed it'd be easier for Cas to sneak around with those injuries at night)). Imogen stood on the other side of the door, one hand on its smooth wooden surface. Sketch looked like he would faint any second, but even then, he felt compelled to leave him outside. What was he supposed to do? Just let someone he was supposed to kill stroll- er.. He didn't exactly look like he was capable of walking, but nonetheless- through the door just like that?
Although Imogen was a villain, he had his own reasons for being one, as well as morals to uphold. There was no way he'd be able to let this guy sit out here and die knowing that he could have helped him.
"Ugh.. You shouldn't've knocked. I can't believe I'm doing this.." Imogen reluctantly slid the door open a few centimeters. Still wary, he checked around for suspicious activity before-
"Oomph!" Imo grunted as Sketch fell into his arms. For a second, his reflexes kicked in and it took him effort to refrain from kicking the guy. He looked half-dead at this point, Imogen was scared that even the slightest move would send him over.
"How am I supposed to deal with you.." Imogen sighed before taking a deep breath and lugging Sketch into his house by his shoulders. If someone saw this the wrong way, they'd probably think he knocked someone out and was kidnapping them. What a nausience. He thought, settling Sketch on the couch. He wasn't exactly heavy, in fact, that'd be the complete opposite of what Imogen would compare him to. He lifted him easily, like lifting a sack of potatoes at the market.
"Hm. What do you even eat? Wait, nevermind. You don't look conscious enough to answer." Laughing nervously, he went to retrieve a glass of water.
(yeah!!
Oo I don't know both were adorable!)
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Cas collapsed into Imo's arms, barely conscious. As he felt himself lifted, his consciousness fled from his body. He shuddered a little bit as he was set down, but didn't quite yet wake back up. He let out a faint sound of discomfort. His mask was torn and damaged, barely clinging onto his face as he lay there. Even unconscious his arms still curled around his body protectively, as if he had grown so used to being hurt that even now he was afraid. Even now he was scared of being injured.
After a few minutes, his eyes flickered open. He looked around, remaining still, his body stiffening when he didn't recognize his surroundings.
((Ikr ><
Anyway, should Imo already know how Sketch looks like irl, or is it something that has yet to be revealed?)
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"Gods, you're shivering like it's below freezing in here." Imogen said, concern lacing his words. It seemed that Sketch wouldn't be able to drink the water in this state, much less hold the cup.
"One second. I'll go grab my med kit and see what I can do." He whispered, taking off his coat and carefully draping it over Sketch's shivering figure before turning around and rushing out of the room.
Headed toward the bathroom, Imogen licked his chapped lips in thought. Technically, right around now he should have already called his.. partners in crime, preferrably locked Sketch in a closet or something, and wait it out. But even though he still had his doubts, Imogen didn't think Sketch would go to such lengths to harm himself for this.
"Ugh." Imogen rubbed his temple, grabbing the medkit in the hinge mirror and heading back out. He'd already done it, so it would be best to commit.
"Oh! You're awake already?" He commented on Sketch's pale state, setting the medkit on the carpet next to him.
"Well, I guess this is more efficient. Can you tell me where you hurt yourself? I can't do anything if you don't give me a clue." Imogen spoke slowly, fearing Sketch would miss his words due to his woozy state. Noticing the stiffness, he sighed, looking to a side. There wasn't much he could to about the whole "waking up on a stranger's couch" thing, because after all of this, he would still have to interrogate him about how he'd managed to find his house. But before then, Imogen had to make sure this guy stayed alive.
(nope. The mask covers about 3/4 of Cas's face)
Case stared at him for a moment, shivering slightly and wrapping his arms around his body. "D-didn't hurt myself…" He whispered, eyes avoiding Imo, fixed to the floor. "I…" He shuddered at the hazy memories that surfaced, and he bit his lip. Don't cry. Don't cry don't cry don't cry. He told himself desperately. He didn't want to cry. He didn't want to cry. He really, really didn't.
(Alright! I may being doing a scene where Break gets a little.. curious, although if you want I can definitely not include it hh
Btw sorry about the late response, Notebook didn't notif me?? :(( )
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Imogen sniffed, obviously out of his comfort zone. Vaguely, he remembered taking care of someone with the same tenderness as this, but their face was blurred and their figure distorted in his memories. It was strange now, allowing himself to do this with someone else- Sketch at that- but it was also strangely comforting. As if that person, whoever they were, was with them again.
"Tell me. What happened? I don't think I really believe you with the whole, "I didn't get hurt" thing, so I might still check you later if your story doesn't add up." Imo said, laying an arm on the couch and leaning in. Is it always this hard to get superheroes to talk about their wounds? I wonder what the medic team they have do. Seeing Sketch, I don't quite think they're doing their job well. Imogen thought, averting his eyes.
"You're still shivering. Are you still cold?" He asked, prepared to get out more blankets if need be.
(depends. Curious about what?
It's fine! Don't worry about it)
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Cassian shook his head at the question. "I'm fine." He whispered. "I…" His mind was fuzzy. He couldn't think straight. Ryan…the Hellions… A faint sound made its way from his throat, and he took in a shaking breath. "I'm sorry." He finally whispered. "I-I shouldn't have…I…" He curled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. "I shouldn't have come, I…"
(Eek, sorry! The pandemic and the chaos that came with it completely swept me away, so I totally forgot about this!! m(_ _)m
I will try and get a response up as soon as possible!)
