#:V: Iniquitous essence:

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I know I'm trash at consistency but new job and learning how to work this job drains me... but I've found some energy to draw the traditional way again after months 🥺

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The Knight and the King

Closed Rp

| @therosiesweetheart |

Under the shining moon was a tavern that was live with music, trying to be supressed from the inside.

The white hooded figure approached the place, he had a desire for drinking until he looses some troubles from his mind.

He made his way into the Place, which was filled with either loud men being loud while playing some sort of Card game, drunken souls who couldn’t get up from their spot to go to where they came from, and silent drinkers thinking about their inner thoughts and what not.

The White figure went to the bartender and asked for a drink, moments later, the short, chubby man handed him a cup of ale.

The hooded man didn’t just came here for a cheap drink….he came here because he was certain these hooligans had some answers regarding who he can seek out for help….

“Question…..do you know anybody who could….help me….regarding find that Wretched Demon…oh what’s her name….Nikki?….Nova?….Neikan….yes….” he said with a bitter aftertaste.

“That’s a high order for a new comer…..” the man said while he sized the man up and down, the hooded figure did an excellent job in preserving his identity.

“Do you or do you not…..maybe this with exercise your little Brain….” He said as he tossed a sack of Gold to him.

The mans eyes sparkled, however he pouted at his comment. He pointed at a lonely hooded figure who Also had a white cape as well, the male (or at least, that’s what it appeared to be) was drinking alone, in a corner.

“Your in luck….that right there is rumored to be Neikan Right Hand man…..” he said with a nod, “Careful Pretty boy, It’s dangerous to play with Fire…” he said with a chuckle.

“Thank you…..and not to worry….The Devil has experience” he through back at him as he got up and walked over to the Knights table.

He sat in front of Him, placing his drink on the table and crossing his arms.

“I see we both have a thing for White hoods….one of us has to change…..”.

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Rosie had always hated the cold of New York. Hated the season as a whole since she was 10 and left the tropical weather of Florida for the dingy Smaug air of Washington DC.  It simply wasn’t built in her blood or her bones to tolerate it very long... and yet here she stood on her balcony, looking out over the frost covered woodlands that surrounded her upstate home. A cigarette burns between her teeth , her tongue prodding at the nub just beyond her lips with every tar-filled breath she sucks in from it. 

Rosie may hate the cold, but it makes her feel as dead on the outside as she does on the inside... It makes her feel like home. Hollow and empty. and Cold. 

" I consider myself to be a creature built from a great deal of suffering ; a lot of ripped strands and broken strands all shoved back together again.” 

To accompany Rosie in her home while she was not in her armor was to see first hand what the real Unbreakable Sphinx was beyond the veil of public perception. No longer grinning. No place for joking and people pleasing. When the children are away and the lense of publicity are turned off, what stands now is a living corpse weighed down by the weight of its own existence and guilt. She speaks plainly, more to herself than her company, her ungloved hand gripping at the snow covered railing and basking in the way her skin burned in protest. Her other hand plucks the cigarette from her lips and admires the white fog that seeps from her nostrils, like ghost dancing in the wind. She swallows her thickened saliva, her lips curl hopelessly,

“ What you see now is nothing more than a broken body held together by what I can only come to believe is spite and malice. Something keeps me going, but I've forgotten a long time ago."

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“ Happy belated Fathers day for all those present fathers out there that deserve to be celebrated,”

Not to mention the bitterness of the holiday for herself, because the father of her kids were dead and her own dad left her hanging from the staircase when she was 15 years old -- the very beginning of the end of Rosita Roselyn 

BUT now she’s older, the past is dead, and she’s a little more than eager to celebrate the holiday in her own special way. With a devious smile, fangs poking out her lips, she rumbles and purrs,

“ As for the rest of you boys -- if you’re hoping to change that status and be part of the holiday, don’t forget I’m willing to help in that department~ “

She’s got kids that need dads... but she can always do with some more strong kids.

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Fun little headcanon time but because of Rosie's identity as a Moon, every child she has does in fact have a piece of her soul in they that's passed down every generation until- for whatever reason, the bloodline meets an end when they don't reproduce. When that occurs, because of Rosie's immorality, the piece would be reborn and reincarnated into the next child Rosie births.

It is for this reason that many of her children share the same qualities of the children in her past because they are, in fact, reincarnated into them in some aspects. Soul particles can even be split when there are twins.

I realize that the nature of Rosie's children ,no matter the timeline, is usually categorized as:

- Group 1: we love our mom no matter the flaws. She needs us (Malakaid/Saeren Quillo)

- Group 2: We hold our mother accountable for her misdeeds but we understand she is sick and needs help. It doesn't make her automatically forgiven but she's trying and we do love her just as she loves us (Thursday)

- Group 3: Resent our mother because of her (perceived) willful shortcomings and not trying hard enough. Would beat the shit out of her if given the chance (Mia)

Rosie is not a perfect mother, as hard as she tries. Motherhood has been more of a traumatizing experience than it has a good experience, but she tries her best not to let that negativity translate onto her kids. But even then they will see her weakness when she's run thin. She doesn't blame her kids for resenting her and if they wanted to hurt her, she'd let them if it would bring them peace. Because she knows she wouldn't stay anyways, and she thinks it's a punishment she deserves. All she really wants is their happiness even if she can't provide it herself

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Sorry about my random appearance and then disappearance, ya girl has illustration projects she's suppose to be doing but then she, a dumbass, will procrastinate them and will guilt herself from doing anything else. But after May 1 , I should be a little more free with deadlines met

In the meantime, I offer you a wonderful new piece of info on Moon mom:

Rosita Roselyn has, in fact, never finished highschool or any kind of college education.

In 1998, 16 year old Rosie was fully indoctrinated into the Divine Calvary following the untimely "suicide" of her father. With no caretaker to claim her and the refusal to enter the foster system, she is taken under the wing of her father's late friend Clifton and forced into the calvary system where many would live and die in as religious cultists set on cleansing the world of nonhumans.

Within the calvary, Rosie learned the scriptures in English and Latin, trained in military tactics, horseback riding, operating high tech machinery, and learned the historical bestiary of demons and supernatural creatures alike in how to kill them. She learned rudimentary social skills in blending into society, but overall all the soldiers are indoctrinated as cultists crusaders under the name of God.

Rosie spent 5 years in this system until finally escaping in 2003 after setting up bombs to cave in the military base and faking her death, escaping with the experimental subject and the girl she would take care of for the next 8 years, Nikki.

The two girls escape to a mountainous town in Tennessee where they're able to blend in under the disguise of many shipment and tourist traffic that passed through the town. Rosie, upon leaving the calvary, had to get fabricated papers and a new identity after Rosita Roselyn was considered legally dead after inscription into the Calvary as all knights are. In her papers it says she had a college level education at an associates level and a background in criminal justice, but the reality is that rosie had to in fact teach herself how to function in this world beyond the calvary.

She had grown up poor, initially from birth to 9 years old, then she was fortunate but alone when she lived with her father from age 9 to 16. She was never taught how to function as an adult, but she was lucky enough to access her father's inheritance left behind for her in cash as a cushion while she learned. She had to learn to drive normal vehicles, learn about credit cards , check books, stocks, how to work among civilians, cook, and take care of another person.

Fortunately when she got a job within the local police department as a deputy, her boss at the time was suspicious of her but sympathetic for the girls and decided to look past it. Seth Johnson was a major help in teaching Rosie how to function on her own.

As an adult now, Rosie has gained most of her knowledge through in field experience. She excells in monster fighting and strategizing to make up for her physical weakness she suffered while in her youth. She's learned the legal system through a career as a deputy and detective, then as the representative and head of the angel project.

Admittedly she would be embarrassed to admit she had never finished school. She has eloquent manner of writing, but she would never be able to write an essay or research report. Her abilities have required that she learned to understand blue prints and molecular structures in order to manipulate the matter that make them up, but there is a lot of basic science facts she may not know off the top of her head. Much of the knowledge she has is really only practical if it applies to her every day activities, otherwise she never bothered to learn it.

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I'm gonna make it a goal to draw one scene a day to practice character interactions. So sit tight yall!!

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A B and C

Valentine’s day Asks (Always accepting!!)

for Rosie

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Ironically, Rosie does live up to that double standard of being a cat.   Selective, loving and deeply physical while at other times being distant and exploring at her own pace. With a lifetime of conditioned trauma and the expectation that every person's intention and touch is with harmful intent, she has a tendency to tread cautiously and play her cards on a purely as-need basis. Rosies private and creates a specific character for every person she meets for the sake of achieving a larger goal Up until her heart gets roped into it. Then the gloves are off and rationality goes out the door.

As her ultimate Achilles, her carefully guarded heart finally setting itself on a person as sanctuary breaks her every failsafe because it draws her out of her natural character. Shes forced to fumble around, to be herself, despite her rational brain insisting to keep it all a secret. Once Rosie has her heart set on you, she blossoms into someone entirely new. Her love is raw, and she opens herself entirely. Like the cat she is, she becomes incredibly physical and insistent about expressing her interest and affection. She wants to be close to her partner, always a breath away -- leaning on them, brushing her hands along their body in some ways, staring longer than she should with a rare spark of life in her tired eyes. What she can't express in words, she expresses in action and physicality. A sudden surge in hunger to please her partner in any way she can for the sheer satisfaction of knowing that she is the one with the power to make them melt. Aside from the physical expression of her affection, what people don't know is Rosie is also incredibly wealthy, and actually utilizes that wealth far more when she has a partner to dote on. Not for pointless gifts, but what she thinks are necessities that her lover deserves. She will go out her way to buy groceries, cook meals, buy you clothes when she sees you've wanted that specific outfit or maybe the current coat/shoes you have are run out. Shes a penny pincher and careful investor, having grown up poor til she moved with her dad at 9, shes learned the tricks of the trade and has had that careful management instilled in her since her childhood. Its only when she finds a worthy cause does she got about to use it. Rosies love language is about physical presence and gift giving on her side of things. She feels the need to lavish her partner with her rare love and gifts, in hopes that it'll keep their interest. That they won't be turned away by the ugly truth and trauma underneath the public mask. All she wants is their love in return, to be wanted. She'll do anything if only they'll want her back.  Just touch her gently and say you love her, then the Unbreakable Sphinx becomes far more fragile.

B   :  BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favorite?

Living up to her namesake, Rosie's favorite flowers most definitely have to be red roses and baby's breath. The warm color of love and blood, as cliché as it is, its the symbolism of love that really makes her love the flowers. They brighten the room and the way they blossom with so many layers feels like seeing the potential she herself has , if only she has the right conditions to bloom. She adores the smell of the baby's breath especially.

A subconscious love for the flowers stems from a muddled memory from her days as a celestial Moon, where she was first given a name by a vampire in the  golden age of Rome. Compared her charm to the roses in the garden , and established for the first time that she was more than just a nameless Little Moon. But a being with an identity.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Rosie is a sucker with a sweet tooth, and chocolate is her ultimate weakness. While the craving for chocolate is not always there (besides her daily cup of chocolate milk in the morning, because she can't stand the bitter taste of coffee), she certainly can't help herself once she gets a whiff. Rosie prefers milk chocolate, but hazelnut chocolate is her absolute favorite. Gotta hide in the bathroom eating her chocolate so the kids don't ask for it like all good parents do

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I broke in my new sketchbook with the main family and I love them. This is who the story is all about

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" Im going to go ahead and scope the town ahead. You guys stay here for now until I know what we're dealing with. " 

     On her way out the door, jacket pulled over her shoulder, Rosie paused when she felt the burn of suspicious eyes at her back. She knew exactly what was coming next as she bit the inside of her cheek and faced the two youngsters that glared irritable, " How come you get all the fun? We're capable adults, We should be able to go out too!" Ashley stomped her heeled boot against the wood floor and folded her arms, a display that could only emphasize the answer which they all knew. Jay stood on the staircase, equally persistent in nagging their leader, though only with his pout. Rosie pulled the hood over her head and gazed between them evenly, " You know why. This is new territory, and you stand out like sore thumbs in a small town like this.” “ And you don’t, Miss Hello Kitty? ” Ashley raised her perfectly sculpted brow in retaliation. Rosie scowled, but did not feed into that despised nickname as she turned away, “ I know what i’m doing. That's all there is to it. Jacob is boss while i'm gone.”

Last thing she heard before the door shut behind her was the groans of despair as the heavy footsteps of their designated warden came out of the kitchen, no doubt grinning with the milk carton in his hand at the youngsters he would push around for the night. Rosie would probably ask about it later, if she managed to make it back sober.

     She’s been sober for so long now, broken the habit long ago. But passing months of grief have called back that nasty habit, her throat itching for that self destructive burn to dull the mind of all the pressure built. Away from the kids, away from prying eyes, she can allow herself to be someone else for a little while, under the excuse it's for a mission. No one needed to know. This place was a quaint little town, not much different from the place she once lived in further north. Full of hills, expanses of woodlands freshen the air with a quality she often forgot could exist since moving to the overcrowded big city. It's one of those travel towns, quiet save for the foot traffic of passers that stop for a night before moving on, the perfect place to start looking for their runaway when one could perfectly blend in with the sea of new faces coming in and out. In the worn out truck they were leant, Rosie leisurely cruised the town and marked out on a map every suggested point given within the casefile sitting in a manilla folder on the passenger side, til x marks the spot at the very end of her adventure. A perfect bar at the edge of town, where few cars parked tell her exactly what she wants to know. The scene is set at 9pm on a Wednesday night, the truck no more memorable than any other vehicle in the lineup as the little cat works her way into the night. Her files safely tucked away in the glove compartment, a skully pulled over her head to hide her ears, without those odd features, she was just like any other woman coming into a bar to forget. Given the country, she figures her hanging tail can be acquitted to a hunted creature she now wears as a pride. That was common in the south, wasn't it? And the point of coming around was blending in (Or so she likes to tell herself ). She slips in and already the motions feel like she’s reliving a dream ; something deep below the surface stirs and begins to alter her presentation. Not the confident Sphinx that fights monsters the size of buildings, but a more reserved, meek kind of woman. Its a push and a pull, spinning a web of lies that will be her fabricated life story to share with anyone willing to listen tonight. Wordlessly, Rosie takes her seat within a corner, nestled comfortably in the shadows where very few occupied -- save for another man just as bundled up as much as she was. In her mind a familiar habit clicks in place, the predatory instinct that hones in on the target and begins the invisible pull at the corner of her lips. The gears shift to set her into her role, relaxing with the rhythmic tapping of claws on the countertop, she feigns interest in the room ; what's playing on the TV, the conversation of the men around the pool table, the bartender, the menu… then her eyes drifted back to him. The point of interest for the night. Good to make friends with locals for points of reference, so she works the nerve and gears to string together the perfect opener. Lightening her expression, she smoothed the harsh edges of her features, lips pulling to the side, her drooping eyes seemed lifted as she found her voice and tapped her knuckle against the wood for attention,

“ You look like you had a rough day. Even worse for wear than me,” Warm, friendly affection laces her chuckle, “ Looks like you already have one, but How’s about the next drink is on me? I hear that's how you make friends in places like these.” Body language is key to setting down the bait, Rosie leans up on her elbows, her palm folding under her cheek in rests, those honey eyes seemed glowed around the rim in the dimness of the room,

“ Care to tell me about it? ”

|| Starter for @victimplagued​ ||

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brent: *coughs up a ball of fur* Rosie! This is your hair! (idk man idk)

She always warned her guest beforehand when entering her home, when lingering in her presence long enough, that her hair would find a way into their lives. Like any pet owner would know. Those pale creamy strands that would clump in bunnies around the house were she not so adminant about cleaning every chance she had off.  But the same could not be said for her guest. Especially the slippery presence of the museum curator that introduced his way  into her life, with his pristine clothing ripe for the sticking.  Was it an insecurity of hers? In a way, a slight embarrassing quality , yet that did not sway the man who seemed to absolutely adore cats.

Being a cat herself did not mean that Rosie enjoyed the feline qualities in her crafty partner.  That much was evident by her disgusted, unamused glare at the hairy mass sitting on her floor.  The fur along her tail bristled to a puff , matching the ears flattened against her skull.

“ I just cleaned my floor, Brent....  You couldn’t do that in the bathroom like a normal person does?” 

How fuckin inconsiderate. It takes a lot to keep her repulsion from turning her scorn upon the cat man himself. She settled on rubbing her temples and turning away with grit teeth. 

This is why she liked Dogs better.

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I been experimenting with linework for my babies and Jacob is my favorite boy

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Continued from here @ribbedxgloves​

“You should join us for a little trick or treating, if you’re not doing anything. It could be fun.”

A week ago , a fleeting conversation had Rosie offhandedly invite the busy museum curator to join her for a little night on the town with her energetic kittens, all matching themed in their undead costumes. Had Rosie actually expected him to show up? No, no she hadn’t. And that much was evident by the sputtering sound that slipped from her lips when she felt her hand tugged. She turned sharply to reprimand a fool -- only to find Frankenstein’s beast in that place. It takes time for the cogs in her mind to make the connection, to properly respond beyond the sudden tensing in her bicep and the sharp furrow of her brows, her fingers flexing before those sharp features finally cleared the haze of identity. Ah, she knew those ears most definitely.

“ Jesus, Brent! You nearly gave me a heart attack -- look at you!” Rosie blinked and fully took in the details. Quiet the extent he went with making this costume -- down to the missized coat, the stitching of his forehead, to the bold in his neck. Well worn by texture, but unnoticeable in the darkness lest they were hit by the streetlight. The undead creature to join a family of ghouls straight from the Halloween realm, a fact which drew a fluttering giggle. “ I really didn’t expect you to come, with all your work. But you surely outdid yourself big man.” Yet Brent was all too eager about something to really hold the conversation. She waited, watched him fumble, then took the precautionary scan for her munchkins before his taking of her hand again pulled her back to focus. It was a rather bold move in taking her hand, a stage in time which she hadn’t really felt all too confident in when it came to their relational standing, with her walls still built high with worry; Her facial features and tail had a habit of twitching in the transitioning of controlling her impulsive responses, and that had been the case when she faced him, to find that he dangled something shiny in the darkness. The cool stone skimmed the palm of her scarred hand as her fingers flexed, its sheen caught in a street light catches her feline interest with a quiet gasp, “ What is..”        The stones. Those stones that went missing from her drawers a fortnight ago , which she had nearly blamed the children in hiding, now make their appearance. But how had Brent taken them back without her notice? The logic of the task flicks across her mind to ask, however she decides against it when she knows Frankenstein's creature is waiting for her reply. Rosie released a breath, pulling her hands to gently take the chain within her own, “ Its..”     Respond, be responsive! How long had it been since she could muster up a response of sincerity? Truth be told, she’s unsure how to respond beyond her quiet appreciation. She lacked the excitement of youth , not blown away by the gift enough to squeal and jump around, still she admires it closely.  Her ears stand, to match the subtle widening of her eyes and the way her brows arched up in surprise.  A small smile curled upon her lips, “ This is…beautiful, Brent.. I appreciate it, but you don’t have to bring me any gifts every time you see me.” Because she would always feel the need to pay it back. Would always feel like she could hurt feelings if she didn’t respond the way her gifter had expected -- as the way cats are. Fickle creatures at their root. Rosie hoped Brent would accept her quiet appreciation as she brought the stone to her chest and regarded him warmly,  “ But thank you. Really. I nearly lost my mind over these stones, but now,” Her smile tilted and raised mischievously  one side,  “ I suspect I know who the true culprit is. A strange man that always finds a way to sneak around my defenses without me ever noticing. Just what kind of museum magic do you wield, creature?”

    Whatever answer he would have given her went unsaid, however, for the little cry of an eager voice interrupted their conversation. As did the little footsteps of her three, as Mia parades herself in and leaps around Brent like a puppy , “ Mr.Brent! Mr.Brent! You’re here! How’d you get in here? What are you?” At 10 years old, Mia was getting a better grip on her words, and never lost her youthful child energy  with the ability to shoot off every thought from her mouth. Amusing, and never a feature her mother tried to smother, Rosie laughed and stepped back to welcome the trio. She would let Mia take over and distract from the result of whether Brent was pleased with the response,  “ I invited him to join us, Mia. I figured the ghouls come out at night, and he could use time out of his basement.” Mia’s violet eyes grew wide in wonder, “ Wait, you live in a basement? ”               That would keep him busy. Rosie clutched the necklace and tucked it away within a hidden pocket of her dress. Malakaid and Thursday, dressed as the little devil and skeleton, joined them, though walked around Rosie timidly. Thursday, at 5 years old, did at least. Rosie’s circle of friends had always been small with familiar faces , thus Brent’s sudden appearance in their lives was something that the young boy still needed to get used to.. He hid behind Rosie’s leg, clutching both her dress and his basket , but observing the man Mia bombarded and circled. He whispered, “What is he, mama..? Is he okay…?” Rosie reached down and smoothed her hand through her son’s orange mane of curls, “ He’s a monster that was popular from when I was a kid, called Frankenstein. Those things sticking out are just props, and he’s not actually hurt.”

“ F..Frankenstein..” Malakaid worked his tongue slowly, to taste the name like a flavor of information. He looked up to Brent, though he stood tall for his 12 year old age, and signed as he spoke, “ Why.. that monster..?”

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Sorry I'm not writing, I've just had more energy to draw as of late so that's what I'm doing. Been practicing some concepts for my babies

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Full name: Jacob Alvin McCool

Nickname(s) or Alias:

Abbadon

Papi (By Zoey alone)

Dad

Gender: Dude Species: Lesser Angel (Earth Angel variation) Age: 38 Birthday: December 25, 1977 Sexuality: Biromantic, but sexual trauma has left him very resistant about the touch of another man. Very narrow criteria for such a thing to happen, but not impossible Nationality: American, Scotish/Irish descent primarily. Has some latin roots from his mother’s side City or town of birth: San Francisco, USA Currently lives: New York City Languages spoken: English, mediocre grasp of spanish, some Gaelic phrases Accent/diction: Having lived in New York for more than half his life, he’s picked up on mixed dialects from different parts of the city.  But it's clear he's a New Yorker Relationship Status: Complicated, but Married with kids.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 6’10 Weight: 400 pounds (His bones and muscle fibers are incredibly dense) Figure/build: Boxy, build like a tank. Inverted triangle shape with broad shoulders and a slightly narrower waist. Theres little to no fat content on him thanks to his unbelievably high metabolism, at least on the surface. Hair color: Black with subtle grey here and there if you look closely. Not that you would be able to. Short stacks Hairstyle: Shaggy, short cut. Never visits the barber, literally burns or chops his hair himself with claws bcuz of its dense fibers. His hair has a coarse strawlike texture bcuz he’s never learned to properly take care of it.

Eye colour: Sky blue Skin color: Warm beige Piercings: The only piercings he gets are from monster teeth, claws, bullets, and knives. Occasionally from being thrown through walls or cars and the shrapnel stabs a ew inches in. Not really too keen about getting a piercing tht can be pulled out in a fight Scars/distinguishing marks: Jacob is a patchwork of discolored scars all over, primarily from the experiments in the days before his regenerative abilities were fully triggered. His skin is rough, his hands and knuckles have well formed calluses, his face has priment scars down his eye, brow, nose, cheeks, and lips. Most of his major scars, particularly burn and piercing scars, are on his torso and his back.  His legs and arms are riddled with scrape and grazing scars, but are pretty well hidden under hair.

Preferred style of clothing: He essentially always looks like a caveman/ hobo at all hours. He has not had a true wardrobe change since he had clothes in his teens and early 20s given to him while he was doing illegal side jobs. His typical outfit is worn down dirty jeans, a black hoody thats got holes and tatters, and a white tshirt underneath. His pants and shirt seem ready to tear at the seams when he flexes but it aint broke yet, so he doesnt try to buy anything new.  He’s not used to having a lot of money so he’s stingy about what he uses it on. He basically uses it all on food or has Nikki manage it.

Frequently worn jewelry: A pair of dogtags with “DogBoy” embedded in them. Every other detail has been dented or scratched out. Belongs to who he believes to be his dad ( a man that everyone believes he made up)

HEALTH

Bad Habits:

Cigarette smoker ,

Junkfood eater,

Emotionally constipated and does not do well when faced with verbal confrontation about emotions (which adds to the complications of his marriage) . He’d much rather fuck it out and have everything be alright, but thats bcuz hes a neanderthal. Hes learned how to properly act and work through feelings

Has 0 kind of table manners. Eats like a wild dog. Has bad food aggression (which means, if he shares, he likes u)

Breaks shit when hes upset.

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Suffers a mild form of psychosis, experiencing primarily auditory hallucinations. Because of his heightened supersenses, he is almost always overwhelmed at any time, though he’s learned to hide it, which leaves him incredibly irritable at all times. His ailment also causes him to have no filter in the things he says, which means he tends to say the first thing that comes to his mind, no matter how ridiculous and irrational it is. He suffers mild paranoia and irrational thoughts, which plays in part with the belief of who his parents are (His records are lost when they found him as a stray 7 year old in the streets of a natural disaster. He swears his father is a superhero called “ The dogboy '' of San francisco, his mother was killed by demons and his dad died stopping the natural disaster. Chalking it up to shock, they later believe its his delusions of grandeur in dealing with the trauma of his parents death. Which is, in fact, not true -- to be expanded on later ) . Along with that original condition, he also has symptoms of PTSD stemming from the events which triggered the full extent of his abilities.

Any medication regularly taken: As desperately as he wants to be medicated, his high metabolism makes it nearly impossible to be medicated with lasting effects, on top of his fear of hospitals , his only relief comes from Rosie’s ability to temporarily block and dull his senses to a livable level.

PERSONALITY

Personality: At first glance, Jacob would come off as your cliche bad ass bad boy type that's so haunted by his past that he won't let anyone in. Which, to some extent, he is. But, the major difference is Jacob doesn't use his past as a shield or an excuse for anything. He’s a traumatized man that's socially awkward and closed off from people because, with a reputation of being a monster and a killer everytime you try to help people, those words do hurt when that's all you've heard all your life. Jacob is a boy living in a man’s body, a clam that faces the world that damns him with a glare and a scowl in every initial meeting, til a string of kindness gets the turtle out of his shell. He perceives everyone as trying to hurt him or use him in some way, but be around him long enough and he begins to warm up. Despite his brutish nature out in the fighting field, behind closed doors he’s much more quiet. Keeps to himself, really only speaks when spoken to -- and anyone who tries to start a casual conversation with him will legitimately shock him because he’s hardly ever treated like a human being. He may start as a dickhead that ignores you and brushes you off, but with enough consistency his edges will soften. One catch is the fact that Jacaob is painfully blunt with one hell of a potty mouth, usually saying the first thing that comes to mind primarily because hes used to only talking to himself or his dog. Or snapping back at people in self defense. Ever since reuniting with his family, Jacob is learning to be more of a family man, along with playing nice with others (something which he’s never had to do before, and its like pulling teeth when they are loud idiots) He learns everyday and he’s trying to curb his initial dickish behavior to something more neutral, to learn to process and face emotions in a healthy manner, and be as close to normal as someone like him can get. Just dont be a dick and make demands, and he’ll be a good boy. Can't stand loud or pushy people invading his space

Strengths:

A diehard friend once you've gotten him out of his shell. He may be awkward but he’s willing to throw a bitch a few blocks if needed

P good shadow caster if u gotta hide from the sun since hes a tall bitch

Will lend u his jacket but it stinks. Sorry folks

Will try to make u friends with his kids. Especially his daughter, she needs friends and so does his wife

The scary one u send out to intimidate the shit out of people bcuz his reputation precedes him

Wanna get carried? People don't weigh anything to him. He could hold a couple of em in his tendrils

Weaknesses:

Food, especially sweets of any kind. He’s entirely  food motivated and his senses get thrown off by food. Because of his metabolism, he has to eat large quantities of food regularly.

Hyper senses means hes easily overwhelmed by particularly loud sounds and strong smells

He likes feeling like he's needed. He’s drawn to it. Deep down, he really is just a boy in the body of a man looking for a place in the world beyond being a big stupid weapon for everyone. He’s searching for that intimacy of understanding , gets frustrated so easily

His first meetings with people tend to be aggressive and dismissive, but its mainly because he’s unused to being greeted with kindness. He perceives that everyone is looking to take advantage of him or theyre trying to hurt him. He has a bad reputation because when he tries to help, he causes heavy collateral damage in the fight, thus painting him as a danger to the city. Used to being treated like a monster, so he clams up into his little bubble before he gets his feelings hurt. His paranoid thoughts dont help.

Electrocution can stun him better than any bullet, tank shell, or fire based weapon can. Also triggers trauma flashes

Fears/phobias:

Hospitals / Doctors / Medical equipment

Deep water (anything deep enough that he could drown in. Because of his dense body, he is not a strong swimmer and quickly sinks)

Being in chains and restrained

Abandonment / being alone / being rejected

Hobbies : 

Jacob has a part time job besides the angel project , working at a small hole in the wall bakery in the less than savory parts of New York City. He is a cashier and helps with the baking process , gets free samples, and closes because no one has the balls to try to break into the shop when he's there. .

He thoroughly enjoys baking and sharing that with his family. Cooking is one of the qualities he works on with Nikki to bond over.

Sparring with his twins. He tries his hardest to adjust to the abrupt change of his life, but he loves them. Doesn't want them to be tormented the way he was.

When he's not working or with the family, he aimlessly wanders around the city out of habit. Likes running and jumping across rooftops for fun.

Carving figurines out of wood or large stones he finds, using his claws

Theme Song:

Behind Blue Eyes by limp bizkit

I Dont Care by Fallout Boys

I know im a Wolf by Young Heretics

Quirks:

His sugary diet actually makes him have a natural sweet scent underneath his natural musk, especially his sweat. Jacob has restless leg syndrome when he sits, especially when he has particularly bad auditory hallucinations. Tends to sniffle, breathe heavy, and constantly run his hand through his hair to soothe himself. He swipes around his ear like there's an irritating bug because he tends to hear a buzzing a lot. It is known that he is considered one of the strongest angels in the world in terms of raw physical body power.

SKILLS

Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles? Who even drives in New York? There’s public transportation, there's running across rooftops like the cryptid u are, or jacking someone’s bike. Yeah, he can drive, but not legally. He learned on his own and hasn’t really bothered with going for a license

Education: Dropped out of highschool in senior year, then got booted out of his foster home when he hit 18. Basically grew up in the street among criminals til he was kidnapped, so he has no real education beyond what he hardly paid attention to in school. He knows the basics of math, reading, writing -- has impeccable knowledge about human anatomy for illegal reasons, but no one gotta know that. He never thought about college or what kind of steady career he would have in life, he lives everything day by day. No one is gonna say no to Jacob McCool without pissin themselves

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore: Omnivore with a heavy preference for meat as a primary part of his diet Favourite foods: Beef, lamb, poultry, Sweet rolls, Cake, Donuts, ice cream, candy

Disliked foods: Not an avid vegetable eater in the slightest. Will not eat it raw. Someone gotta make it appealing or trick him into eating it.

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude? Jacob is irritable and only wants to help people. He’s not usually one to start shit unless he thinks absolutely necessary, nor is he the first to throw a punch. But once that can of worms is open and he thinks it's a worthy cause, he’ll fold a bitch like a pretzel. Humans aren't even worth his time, but nonhumans? Monsters? He’ll jump right into the brawl when there's no talking to be done. Talking is what other people do, he’s the muscle there to fight.

Fighting skills/techniques: Jacob is a physical brawler in the heavyweight category. Hits like a truck and relies on his own body’s durability to withstand the blows thrown back at him. He’s a full on offense style fighter  that’ll utilize grappling , throwing, and breaking bones to end a fight. All he knows is to fight monsters until the other stops moving or taps out. He has to practice restraint, which is incredibly difficult.

Special skills:

Heightened senses + Physical abilities (Strength, endurance, etc) His nose is stronger than that of a bloodhound and his hearing can be incredibly acute if he has enough focus.

Regenerative healing abilities, though nearly impossible to actually hurt  

him when his muscle and bones are fortified for battle. Has not had a break since he was a child, before his abilities were fully triggered. Can even survive without his head for a while. If it's blown off, then his body will have no choice but to rebuild with the expense of a huge amount of energy.

Bodily mutations (His muscles swell, harden, and change color to metallic like armor mainly on his limbs – able to form massive clawed hands and shield, and generally protect major body parts. However, cannot completely mutate himself at once. Can only do parts. ) + thick tendrils from his back. Strong, but not very good reach. It strains him to push it.

Resilience to superheat + pressure. Could take a supernova blast and still survive. Even tank shells with nothing more than bruising

Weapon of choice: He fights barefisted for as long as he can, or his go to are his claws purely for smashing and slashing.

Weaknesses in combat: Jacob is often impulsive and doesnt think much about whats going on around him while fighting. He causes a lot of collateral damage when he uses the environment around him like breaking off lamp posts, throwing cars, pieces of asphalt, etc. He thinks with an adrenaline fueled brain and somebody’s gotta slow him down . Because he’s a physical based fighter, he does not do well against magic users. He also hates the cold. Opponents like that are like hsi achilles and he shows wariness and discomfort when facing em. He does not like having the disadvantage but it effectively deterred him from just running in. Thinks with his stomach and doesnt exactly do well in fighting when he’s hungry

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Personal history: Jacob has a complex history, but for him not even he's all sure what's truth from fiction. What he remembers from the earliest memories of his childhood was a fight that shook the world. Where demons overrun, people are being slaughtered, and his father fights the big monster in the sky, then in a flash everything is destroyed and gone. His mother hides him, then just like that he was alone. Jacob is found a few days later as rescuers search the destroyed remains of san francisco after what is considered the worst earthquake ever recorded, an event which affected the entirety of the United States. He’s only a 7 year old boy at this time , bloodied and scraped up, saying his parents are missing. When they look for records or his names, Jacob Alvin McCool does not exist. No birth certificate, no medical records, nothing. He knows his name and the name of his parents, but  there is nothing to be found. He has no choice but to become a ward of the state and becomes swept into the foster system. Where he would move home to home until he was 18 years old and dumped on the street. Jacob was considered a problem child unlike a regular boy; He was moody, destructive, unnatural with the things he talked about. He was stronger than other kids and broke things without meaning to, but when it happens regularly people doubt the truth to the constant excuse of “It was an accident” He had acute hearing, his teeth aren't normal, his eyes have an uncomfortable intensity for a boy so small, and he doesn't get along with others. Hes sent to therapy and everything he says is unbelievable. He’s sick, but it seems no amount of medication does anything to change it. He wont tell about all the bad things that happen when no one believes him, because there is no evidence for it. Its all in his head. Every parent who had him struggled, and eventually gave the boy up to the next set of hands with nothing but a garbage bag full of clothes. Every exchange closes the boy up more and more, pushing him further to get into troubling groups that seem just like him, since thats what everyone says about him. From highschool onward jacob was already running drugs and taking petty jobs for cash, but his reputation as a fighter was well known among them. No one fucks with the big guy At least not until someone is willing to pay good money to have him. Jacob turns 18 and dropped out his senior year of highschool, not that he was a stellar student to begin with, but his parents at the time couldn't care less what that wild boy did with himself. It was for that reason, when he disappeared, not a soul cared. For 4 years Jacob is kept secret, for someone else believes his story about his father, and someone wants to see his full potential reached as the father before him . They would achieve that no matter what it took. 4 years of Hell to add onto his shit life: tortured, shocked, pumped full of chemicals, starved. Stressed to the limit, pushed to the brink of death and brought back over and over again, scarred and branded, til it was finally enough to trigger the dormant gene. The monster they codenamed Abbadon is born, and far more than they bargained for. With nothing but a trail of red and a mess of meat left over in the hallways, their prized experiment returned to the world from the depths of Hell, and there was no damn way to get him back. That broken boy was now a animal filled with rage and fear. He has no home, no money, no friends or family -- at least, until he remembers Jimmy. Which led him to make the trip cross country to find his brother. Its thanks to jimmy that jacob even found his footing, for his brother came from a wealthy family, and was a genius that worked for the government to make weapons that handle their demon problem in the city. The idea is hatched then, with his new powers, that fighting demons and saving the city would be a good way to pass the time. Things dont always work out in your favor when you lack control, and people are afraid of anything not like themselves. Despite the hate and labels, he still tries to save the day then goes into hiding. Goes back to taking odd jobs and underground fighting, where he met Rocky. 2 years later, he meets the 17 year old Nikki. It was one sided, but she was persistent in pursuing him, having nobody just like him. She was a girl on the run for her life, with no home or money, and she needed the company. Despite himself, he accepted her in, related with her, and thrived in the prospect that she needed him like no one else ever did. To save her from the mental suffering of being Neikan’s vessel, Jacob willingly makes a deal with Neikan to have nikki left alone in exchange for a kid. Abiding by to the terms, the 18 year old was expecting twins, but when tragedy struck she blames Jacob for the demise of the pregnancy, and damns him to never show his face again. Not knowing what else to do, equally distraught, he left her there and wouldnt see her again for another 8 years. Having no idea the events which followed, now that he was no longer shielding her. Jacob had lived on his own in all that time, secluded and trying to find his footing in the world, hes just keeping his head above water, til one fateful day when a 7 year old shows up on his doorstep claiming to be his daughter. Jacob, at 32, was in denial , but he did eventually give in to help the kid find her brother, and eventually find Nikki from Rosie. Currently Jacob is trying to adjust to his new life as a dad and a husband, with complications given that he and Nikki are not the same people they were all those years ago. Theyre learning to be friend, learning to love like they used to. Work it out for the sake of their teenage twins, and get to know each other properly this time around. Jacob is now a prominent member of the Angel project and works part time at a bakery. Whenever he’s not working, he’s with his family or he’s wandering around the city keeping an ear out for trouble. He’s become a little more respectable now that he’s working for the legal project, and it makes it easier to learn to be normal.

Raised by parents? No, raised through multiple foster homes and group homes, but never stable or happy because he was considered a problem child

Parents names: Jake Alvin McCool(The Dogboy) and Stacy Rivera (Biological parents no one believes exists)

Are parents alive or dead? Jake died by sacrificing himself to destroy Spurious in what would have been considered a battle for mankind, to spare his wife and son. Spurious survived slimy and traveled back in time to alter the future, to make Angels hunted and illegal , and the timeline in doing so completely altered the boy’s reality for that final fight to be nothing more than a catastrophic natural disaster on a continental scale . Stacy was killed by a demon but hid her son in time to keep him from being found. Jacob still has the knowledge of the true reality, but when they found him he was only a 7 year old boy by himself, with no records or anything to be found. He has to live his life being told the parents he swears exist and the events which occurred are simply hallucinations fed by his psychosis, and it drives him insane.

Siblings:

James(Jimmy) Jones ( Not biological, but had been in one of the group homes with Jacob for a period. During that time, they considered each other as brothers who have to watch each other’s backs, until they were separated by Jacob being moved again. They kept in contact through letters, til Jimmy was eventually adopted into the wealth Jones family. Jacob disappeared for years til suddenly making his appearance in New York out of the blue, where Jimmy now lived)

Relationship with siblings: Jimmy and Jacob had lost contact for a good 5 years before jacob reappeared in the city. They used to write letters to each other, but because of Jacob’s constant moving and nightlife , rarely any of his letters were returned. They are estranged brothers, mostly on Jacob’s part, but Jimmy still tries to take part in his life. He tries to invite jacob out, hang out with him even if Jacob is considered a criminal, though most of his attempts fall flat. Jacob doesnt exactly mean to alienate his brother from himself, but he cant bring himself to talk about the things that happened to him, and a part of him is afraid Jimmy will sniff it out. Now that they’re both older and parents, theyre working on better communication so their kids can hang out with each other. Even if Jimmy’s kids are dragons technically.

Partner/Spouse: Nikki Ai (Wife)

Children: Kaiya + Ericiel McCool ( A set of Fraternal twins, Ericiel is the oldest and Jacob did not meet them until they were 7 years old, when Kaiya showed up at his door claiming she was his daughter. With his twins having been presumed dead, he thought her nothing more of an illusion til he was fused with her pet blobby, who was in fact a portion of himself left behind with her. The start of their relationship was rocky with his denial, but he eventually did warm up to the idea and turned himself around. He loves his kids even if hes not entirely the best at showing it. Teenagers are just fuckin scary)

Best Friend:

Rocky Blagrove

Rosie Valentine

Ivan Bellemore

Other Friends:

Members of the Angel Project

Brian Howska ( A sweet idiot that helps teach other little angels how to fly)

Nute Norbery (Rocky’s former roommate. He, Rocky, Jacob, and Brian were a little gang of friends)

Enemies:

 Kasimir (Kasimir he cannot stand for the life of him. He’s too loud, does not respect personal boundaries, and too full of himself to be even likeable. Jacob is especially irritated that Kasimir swears to everyone that they’re best friends)

Spurious (The God has had a vendetta against the McCool family since his initial defeat by jake. While he has much grander plans of taking out the Sun, Moon, and other Gods, Ruining the peaceful life of the last McCool is on his shitlist. He personally likes to torment jacob by irritating his hallucinations with demeaning voices and stirring up his trauma. Jacob has a vague idea who Spurious is, but its more of an instinctual hatred for the being)

Neikan and the Negatives (Sure he made a deal with her, but tehyre trying to kill his wife so now he’s gotta protect his family from em)

Pets: Roxie, an Irishwolfhound who belonged to his father. She was Jake’s familiar and always finds a way of getting back to Jacob no matter where hes moved across the country.

Verses included in: 

- Iniquitous essence (The Bio above) 

- The Widow 

- TBA

[hereliesbitches--me]

Pov: Rosie seduces u like a bird with her pretty feathers