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Olesya Parfenyuk

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Atlas? You selling the world kind of thing? Makes sense that you'd want to keep up with everyone. Are you doing any research for it or is it more of a field study?

Yeah, our planet is pretty dangerous, hah. I mean, it's not all bad though. I take it you live in a rough part of town?

Oh, no. If only. The federal bureau of investigation. That probably sounds more familiar.

Can I ask where you're from?

@mercswercs

So there are people out there! You've popped my follower cherry, congratulations.

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Late Night Snow - Jeremy Miranda , 2024.

American , b. 1980 -

Acrylic on board , 10 x 12 in.

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@millenniumdueled

Two followers. Look at me, I'm an influencer now.

How are you, fellow netizen?

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Hah, maybe not for you. I feel so old being here after looking at the trending page. I know what a meme is but... This poor bad luck Brian kid is eldritch.

Watcha deal in? I can dig skull smackin. You a prize fighter or an angry drunk?

Merc, hah. Watch out, you're going to be on an FBI list.

@mercswercs

So there are people out there! You've popped my follower cherry, congratulations.

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@mercswercs

So there are people out there! You've popped my follower cherry, congratulations.

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And some candids the guys snuck. Uh, two moods apparently. Drunk, moody.

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A few shots from the show last night. It's good to play again.

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And it is now, that I inflict my OC upon you.

@cruelaberration Eian Bailey is a jewelry maker, violinist, and bar fighter. His blog will contain history of drug abuse, self harm, and religious trauma. He has a supernatural element.

@flamefanning Is where he'll be naughty.

Eian is from a book I've been riding on and off for the past decade, he's got a lot of love and thought put into him. The blogs aren't going to be entirely canon, and I may jump around his timeline a little bit. He has three distinct points in his life where his personality and circumstance completely change.

He started as a young lady, growing up in a very strict religious household. Irish Catholic. He grew up, the girl next door. Eventually, he started school for a doctorate in Violin. It is when getting away from his family, that he eventually began to transition.

Somehow, they found out and withdrew any funding they were providing. That is to say, a very rich family. Having been cut off from his resources, Eian did the only thing he knew how to do: start shit.

A regular in a couple of the bars on the outskirts of the college town, Eian heard some bets being made on fights. This is around the time he started testosterone and really working out, so the idea made sense. A few knockouts later, and he was able to start paying for school. At least that was the idea, until heroin found its way into a system.

Partying harder than ever, drugs and sex became a huge sustaining factor of his life. His social circles, his income, and his housing all tended to fall on the same quagmire.

Day after day, fading in and out, repeating. Pound some ibuprofen with bourbon, and get back to it.

What's to say he fucked up his body pretty good, and he'd keep going down that path for a while.

Eventually, he began getting tired. The signs of abuse started showing, but that wasn't what did it. One day, he went to his old storage unit. He had been paying for the damn thing, but it's been collecting dust for a couple years now. He opens it up, and sees his violin case.

The wake-up call was, that he could barely play. His hands were in terrible pain, he had a fraction of the grace and patience he used to.

He goes missing for a while, until McDougall, Eian's longest friend and the owner of one of his original haunts, finds him passed out in the street and holds an intervention.

It didn't work. Not the first time. But eventually, he's annoyed enough to give rehab a try. Especially because he was starting to lose fights more frequently, and just couldn't keep up with the cost of living. When his family heard about this, they were as supportive as ever. Except for his sister. She was a bit younger, but now that she was old enough, could make her own choice to come visit her brother. She still didn't quite get his 'lifestyle', and quite frankly he scared her, but she was trying.

Once out of rehab, Eian takes a long time to get back on his feet. Slips, falls, relapses a few times. Despite all that, he ends up completing the last year of his doctorate.

He's still a heavy drinker, and definitely gets into a few more fights every now and then. But he earns his living through violin lessons and jewelry smithing.

He has a thing for tattoos and piercings, covered with them. Some scarification going up and down his arms, self-harm scars, and reckless one night stands.

When he was in one of his downward spirals, he met Kris.

She is his dominatrix, because he refuses therapy. The dynamic makes Kris constantly second-guess herself, but he pays well, and she isn't above giving a hopeless romantic a good time. It's pity, more than anything. He's only a facet of her 24 carat life.

By the end of his part in the book, he dies by self-immolation.

That's about as much as I'll say for now, just want to give you guys a good idea of him.

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It's not great that people were taking pictures last night, but it is nice to memorialize the occasion. Thought I was going to get my ass kicked. Don't worry, my eye is alright.