❝ you think that you’re BAT SHIT CRAZY do you ? ❞ there’s a brusque l a u g h from the CREATURE’S throat ; oliver exists no longer. he died l o n g ago ( along with all traces of S A N I T Y, it seems ) & there’s no chance of coming back for him now. IT’S JUST THE WOLF NOW. harsh golden eyes in place of gentle hazel-greens. short, choppier hair is in the place of longer, CLEANER hair. ❝ clearly, you haven’t met me ! you might of known, O L I V E R, though. he was a bit of BASTARD though wasn’t he, ay ? bit of a cowardly TWAT ! ❞ he spits his last word in their face before setting off laughing like a maniac. ❝ you wanna find out JUST how crazy i am ? hm ? ❞
His fist clenched into a pearl like complexion ball, brows stitching together to furrow. He wanted so DESPERATELY to act out. Oliver wouldn’t just GIVE in so quickly. ( would he ? ) There’s no resistance when the palm of his hand is brutally brought against the other’s soft, & freckled cheek. The STING made his hand go tense. It, personally, hurt like HELL to him. &he felt it throughout his arm. But, he keeps scorn face on despite his growing fear. ❝ Shut the HELL up ! You don’t get to call him that ! NO ONE gets to call him that, you fucking hear me ? Not even you. You don’t scare me. So, YEAH. Show me how fucked up you really are. ❞ The male LIED through his gritting teeth, watching, waiting for a response.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
His fist clenched into a pearl like complexion ball, brows stitching together to furrow. He wanted so DESPERATELY to act out. Oliver wouldn’t just GIVE in so quickly. ( would he ? ) There’s no resistance when the palm of his hand is brutally brought against the other’s soft, & freckled cheek. The STING made his hand go tense. It, personally, hurt like HELL to him. & he felt it throughout his arm. But, he keeps scorn face on despite his growing fear. ❝ Shut the HELL up ! You don’t get to call him that ! NO ONE gets to call him that, you fucking hear me ? Not even you. You don’t scare me. So, YEAH. Show me how fucked up you really are. ❞ The male LIED through his gritting teeth, watching, waiting for a response.
