❝ I'M ARROGANT & COCKY.

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Graveyard : My character will visit your characters grave

❝ Don’t chase what’s already gone ! ❞

Those words played ^REPEATEDLY as he stared over the wooden grave of the last killjoy in his crew —– the last killjoy in his ^FAMILY. It was ^SELFISH to ^RUN into the ^BLIND corporation without a single ^THOUGHT in his head. But, ^{FUN GHOUL} followed him behind. He always did.

It was because of those ^DRACULOIDS —– they took away his ^FAMILY. If he hadn’t had heard the broadcast he ^WOULDN’T have left, he wouldn’t seek revenge on those who ^TORE his family apart. ^{FUN GHOUL} was ^RIGHT, they we’re ^DEAD. Long gone from a mission they set out for what feels like months ago. But, ^{PARTY POISON} felt like he always knew at the back of his mind. That —– that ^{KOBRA KID}& ^{JET STAR} died the minute they set out on the mission. But, he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to ^BELIEVE it.

Party took a knee to the newly upheaval pile of sand around the grave, placing a green gun against it softly. ❝ May the ^{PHOENIX WITCH} guide you with the other killjoys, brother. ❞ The second his gun touches the ground he ^SEES the other male, he sees ^KORSE grab him by the ^THROAT shooting the other in the chest —– the soft gasp that left his mouth made him ^IMMEDIATELY realize the mistake he made. He felt the last piece of him ^DIE as he watched with a ^EMOTIONLESS expression on his face. But, he wasn’t emotionless —– it was just so many feelings at once. There was sadness dwelling in his eyes, but he ^BARED his teeth as he shoved ^KORSE away from ^{FUN GHOUL}.

Party shook his head as he fell backwards, his head falling against the palms of his hands. ^GOD he felt so alone. It was his ^FAULT that he’s dead. ❝ Fuck —– I’m so sorry, ^FRANK. ❞

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DANGER DAYS

it's 2019, & the world he'd know before is long since dead & there's none, if little, hope of bringing it back. it's up to party poison, the leader of the Fab Four, to take down the company who plans on creating a society with no self expression nor liveliness.

REANIMATED

The fight at BLIND headquarters left him ghosted, body left for them to experiment with. The thought that they would just toss his body, & be left to rot was what they hoped for. Not for Party Poison to become a full on weapon BLIND would later use against the local killjoys.
MODERN

Meet Aiden Chance, a local artist who covers the town from it's head to it's toe in artwork. He spent many years majoring in art & decided to show off what he's learned.

VAMPIRE

The origin of vampires have been around for quite sometime. But, no one really knows how long they've walked amoung the living. Aiden Chance is one of those vampires that couldn't care less about how this vampire thing started. He's kinda sick of it, but he'd be lying if he didn't mind the whole immortal thing.

VILLAIN

The world around him is in complete, & utter choas. The corrupted government, crooked politcians, & the copius amounts of secrets being hiden from the public makes him sick to the core. He decided it was about time to truly expose what the US government really is.

ASYLUM

Due to a heavy overdose of hallucinogenics, Aiden, who calls himself Party poison, was admitted to a nearby psych ward, where BLIND were the nurses taking care of him, and the killjoys were more sick patients. Feel free to take a visit once and awhile.

TEENAGER

Meet Aiden chance, 17 & full of spirit with big head on his shoulder with an ever bigger mouth. It's assured that he can cause some major trouble when desired, but most of the time he's all bark no bite.

DOCUMENTATIONS.

FULL NAME: Aiden Bartholomew Chance David
NICKNAME: Party Poison
HOMETOWN: Reno, NV
AGE: 43 ( 2019 )
ETHNICITY: Russian
GENDER: Agender
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
RELIGION: Agnostic
SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English, Spanish, Russian ( broken. )
CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Run down diner
OCCUPATION: Survivalist

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Elvana Chance & Dakota David
SIBLINGS: Younger brother - Victor Chance
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Verse dependent
CHILDREN: Yes ( but does not know of them )

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: Hazel
HAIR COLOUR: Vibrate Red
HEIGHT: 5'9″
BODY BUILD: Underweight ( strictly dd verse )
TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: N/A
NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: N/A

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS: Trypanophobia
MENTAL DISORDERS: Anxiety, Paranoia, & Insomnia
WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: Older years, late thirties

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: Graduate Degree ( dd verse. master’s / doctoral in specific verses. )
LIKES: The smell of freshly cut grass, gasoline, burning rubber, smoking weed & cigarettes, drinking vodka & the rain
DISLIKES: Showers, obnoxiously long hair, darkness & blood
DISPOSITION: Flirtatious, sometimes apathetic
EXTRAS: Heavy drug user in Danger Days verse, often snorts cocaine & take hallucinogenics. DMT, PCP, LSD, Acid, & Ecstasy. Very manipulative & demanding, typically selfish as well.

BIOGRAPHY

[ REDRACTED ] , also commonly known as PARTY POISON in the region of the zones, is the leader of fabulous four. Standing at five foot nine, he is distinct, standing out in the zones with an ICONIC red hair & blue jacket.

Within this clique, he stands with three other members. Called FUN GHOUL, JET STAR, & KOBRA KID. All of which, fall under the command of him. Which, is no problem. Since they all fight the same fight. They don’t have much choice if they want to keep the world full of it’s own individuality & away from the ruthless rule of the BETTER LIVING INDUSTRIES. They only have one way ruling their world ; keeping it black & white, plain & simple. No curious people means no problems or concerns. So, they just toss them a pill to keep them in a straight line. This is why KILLJOYS are here to stop this inhumane way of treating those who don’t even know WHAT they’re getting themselves into.

You are either a KILLJOY, or living within Battery City, only allowing this horrendous way of living to only be VALIDATED. It’s easier to fight for what’s right then live a life full of lies.

HOARSE WORDS.