#Nero Blackstone

[newcitrus]

Hi all 3 shadows of evil fans ❤️

Ft. A little doodle of an alternative to Jessica’s outfit since I hate how they did her

[calpico-ocean]

im pretty new to the fandom and ive been obsessed with watching reviews and discussion on the different zombies maps, and i found this small channel with some that itches the scratchiest part of my brain

[definitelynotourdino]

He’s gonna light his mustache on fire

[eloisyw8]

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I like his design

[bright0foxo]

U ever fall in love with a Call of Duty game that u got 7 years ago but didn’t touch it until 4days ago…cause I did

I drew more but call of duty fans scare the hell out of me

Edit: wait- wtf would those fans be on tumblr lmao

[leg0sbian]

decided to do this zombies tier list considering my zombies hyperfix is back in full swing.

[edwards-kronorium]

Nero was one of my favorite Shadow’s of Evil characters back in 2015 so wanted to draw him🩵

[madcharlie77]

I like your funny words magic man

[gaywatermelonbread]

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OMGGGGG THEYYYYY‼️

Commission to @lolbitt from @aetherdweller!

[definitelynotourdino]

I never posted this here RAHHH

[theoddshq]

NERO COMMONHART (barry keoghan fc) the odds are in your favor! Please report to your nearest Capitol Agent to be prepped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games!

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Alias/Age/Pronouns/Timezone: nikki/26/she/her/central

Triggers: [REDACTED]

If you had to describe your muse as a canon Hunger Games character, or mix, who would you compare them to and why? He’s like… Katniss mixed with Johanna? But like a weird little freak version? 

Anything else? I hope I get accepted!!!

basics

[BARRY KEOGHAN, CIS MAN, HE/HIM] The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes NERO COMMONHART, a DISTRICT 12 TRIBUTE. Word around The Capitol is that they’re OBSERVANT and HARD-WORKING but can also be VENGEFUL and UNCARING. According to sources, they’re 24 and were once described as the runt of the family, a constant reminder of pain, taking hits to feel something, dry humor, and dreams deferred. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

biography

If he’d been born anywhere else, Nero’s life could’ve been completely different. Maybe he wouldn’t be here, at twenty-four, standing in front of his entire district with a black eye and permanent layer of soot under his nails, feeling certain this was the last time he’d hug his mother. She’d looked at him the same way since he was born– any maternal affection strained under a sheen of guilt, a twinge of grief that over the years wrinkled into the stubbornness of a hard-set jaw. This was the kind of face, Nero supposed, one could only find in the working districts, like 11 and 12. 

Sibylle and Evers Blackstone were like every other couple in District 12. They grew up together and had a brief courtship before they married; She was 16, he 17. At 18, Evers started working in the mines and newly-pregnant Sibylle gathered herbs and tended to her garden, creating a small harvest to sell and supplement their income. She gave birth to Mars in the summer, and he grew up to be the Blackstone family jewel, boisterous and strapping and admired. Diana came three years later and became Mother’s shadow, content to learn the soft parts of the earth. Life wasn’t perfect in District 12, but huddling together around the creaky kitchen table each night felt like enough.

When the warmth of family wasn’t enough to stave off the bitterness of a harsh existence and the daunting feeling that each of them were disposable in the long run… well, everyone had their ways of coping. Diana, the strongest in spirit of them all, favored wasting hours in midday with the schoolchildren, pretending for a while that she was one of them instead of a girl in the Seam, born to work. Mars quenched his need for adventure, for wide open spaces and possibility, in clandestine trips outside of the fence. The children knew better than to question Father on those days he came home reeking of the mines and a little something else, they knew not to ask about the way his big feet, once-graceful, tripped over the house’s uneven wooden slats. Sibylle, though, was an enigma. She would disappear for hours at a time once or twice a month, and aside from these vanishing acts, seemed perfectly content with her life.

They would later learn that Sibylle was making trips to see an old friend in town, Rian Commonhart. When Sibylle’s third child came out bearing Rian’s nose, it was impossible to deny the nature of their relationship. Hurt and embarrassed, Evers avoided his wife, electing to spend each evening at the tavern rather than watch her nurse another man’s son. Rumors say that this transgression ultimately led to Evers’ death six months later in a mining accident, people wondering if, perhaps, he wasn’t trying to escape something. Mars certainly agreed that it was Nero’s fault, and Diana was too shattered to make sense of it at all.

Nero grew up in this haze, with an inherent understanding that his very existence was a problem. He took his first steps while Mother watched lifelessly on from the table. Any attempt to engage with Mars and Diana were futile, so he was, in essence, an only child. He found solace in solitude and shadow, moving in silence and pilfering whatever he could get his hands on– books, tools, traps set in the woods. Nero took all of these things back to an abandoned mine shaft, the only place that felt like home. For the couple of years Nero had in school– age five to eleven– he stuck out like a sore thumb. He was hyperactive and talked to himself some, but was undeniably quick-witted. At his core, Nero knew he was smart, that maybe if he’d been born somewhere else he’d be an inventor or a writer.

But, he was wasted on 12, destined to be the recipient of his peers’ relentless need to ostracize and his brother’s neverending anger. Nero was smaller than the others his age, too, and certainly dwarfed in comparison to his step-brother, who not only had nine years on him but nearly a foot. Their fighting stayed verbal for a long time– anything from petty squabbles about who left the clothes on the line during the rain and blow-up fights about whether Nero should live with them or with his father, who hadn’t said more than ten words to him in ten years. 

Everything changed when Nero became a man. It felt like Mars had been saving up rage, tucking it away piece by piece and biding his time. Their first physical fight was the night of Nero’s thirteenth birthday. Out of her kindness, Diana had traded to get him a gift. A small, brass canary pin– a small token, but a sign that maybe he belonged here after all. When Mars learned that she’d entered her name in the reaping for this trinket, he was overcome with anger, sure that Nero had put her up to it, that Nero was conspiring to destroy the entire family from within. Mars quickly overpowered Nero, wailing on his face and his ribs and pinning him to the very same floorboards Mars’ father used to stumble across.

But every time, Nero got up, which only enraged Mars more. Nero learned that day that even if he wasn’t the strongest or the most skilled fighter, he could take a hit and get back up. The adrenaline rush was better than anything he’d felt– better than the whiskey he’d lifted from The Hob or the full, lazy feeling after an especially filling meal. He couldn’t get enough, and by the time he was fifteen, Nero had gone from using the old mine shaft for a hideout to hosting fights. There was no shortage of angry young men in 12, and it was an easy way to make a bit of income. Nero was never the best fighter, but his resilience became well-known among the regular crowd. Most saw the clandestine meetings as irresponsible at best and perverted at worst, and concerned parents and community members attempted to run Nero out of town on a handful of occasions– once because a fighter had lost hearing after being boxed repeatedly in an ear, another time because a particularly disgruntled fighter who remains unnamed traded his fists for a machete. 

It was the only place he belonged, and even there, it was predicated on not belonging– on the animalistic need to commit acts of raw violence or the twisted rush that came after a brush with death. They weren’t friends, any of them, more just strangers who shared a secret– but it was its own sort of release. Like everyone else, Nero began working in the mines at eighteen. With his first payment, Nero moved out of his mother’s house– far away from his brother, to a modest residence on the edge of town. His life of solitude wasn’t a good one, but it was his. At least, until his name was drawn out of a bowl at the front of town. 

writing sample

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stats

Deceive - 3Fight - 2Lore (knowledge) - 1Notice - 3Physique - 2Provoke - 3Rapport - 1Resourcefulness - 1Stealth - 1Will - 2

extras

PINCHREST | SPOTIFY

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OH SHIT THE SILLY GANG ♥️♥️🍓‼️♥️‼️‼️♥️‼️♥️

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Title: Alternate Universe - When Takeo Masaki Gets Sick

In this unique AU, Takeo Masaki, the honorable and disciplined Japanese warrior, falls ill with a cold. Tank Dempsey steps up to care for him, showcasing a softer side of the American soldier.

Amidst the zombie-killing chaos, a much-needed break is taken, and Takeo's voice is dry and pained as he rests. Andrea Dempsey, the formidable warrior with a mysterious connection to Tank, arrives with a group including Nero Blackstone, Jessica Rose, Jack Vincent, and Floyd Campbell.

Takeo is often seen lying down, struggling with his sickness. Shifts are organized to care for him, with some characters covering night shifts and others taking on day shifts. As Takeo's condition worsens, he is on the verge of vomiting, requiring constant attention.

Dressed in a white kimono top with sleeves, white shorts, and white socks, Takeo's appearance is subdued. His usually active and disciplined demeanor is replaced by lethargy, and he rarely moves or changes his position.

This AU delves into the unique dynamics between the characters as they rally together to support their ailing comrade. Tank Dempsey's nurturing side comes to the forefront, while Andrea Dempsey's mysterious connection adds an intriguing layer to the story. Amidst the dire circumstances and zombie threats, the group's unity and care for Takeo shine through.

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[the1astolympian]

okay more hcs about where chb campers are from except it’s specifically my favorite background characters

malcolm pace - boston, massachusetts

mitchell - chicago, illinois

sherman yang - born in shanghai, china but moved to somewhere in southern california when he was like super young

holly & laurel victor - las vegas, nevada

cecil markowitz - cincinnati, ohio

katie gardner - kansas city, kansas

billie ng - seattle, washington

valentina diaz - queens, new york

connor & travis stoll - orlando, florida

lee fletcher - twin lakes, idaho

ellis wakefield - sacramento, california

alice miyazawa - los angeles, california

miranda gardiner - auburn, alabama

nyssa barrera - cartagena, colombia

lou ellen blackstone - salem, massachusetts (solely bc i wanted to make a salem witch trials joke)

julia feingold - victoria, british columbia, canada

michael yew - salt lake city, utah

castor & pollux - pittsburgh, pennsylvania

chris rodriguez - albany, new york

i have a bunch hcs about where specific pjo characters are from but just know that jake mason is from georgia