#Thsc Choc Kinsley

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Summary: They were destined to be the other's demise. A treacherous game of Russian Roulette with no winners. 

Ch 1 Tws: Threats (Death & Physical Harm), Whump, Heavy Angst, Graphic Violence & Torture, Complicated Relationships, Knives, Blood, Major Character Injury, Hand Trauma, Implied Death & Injury, Mention Of Self Harm & Suicide

(Hopefully with the wait this is a good read. Also tell me if I'm missing a tag, please)

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For the art requests, could you draw my Oc, Choc Kinsley, please? He's the jester/clown of the clan, enjoys throwing out a good joke sometimes at his or other's expense. You can add another character, oc or Canon if you like.

I couldn’t find a lot of references of him so I do hope you enjoy!<3

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Choc Kinsley Outfits

I wanted to make more outfits but it's taking a while so here's two of them. I wanted them to have a jester & clown theme behind it and I do believe I've achieved that

Though I would love to hear you'll thoughts and suggestions

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Choc Lore Dump

From the prior post on this topic, I decided to add onto it

Tw: Familial Abuse, Ableism, Medical Abuse, Negligence & Disability Discrimination

● Suffered from a high fever as a baby, under the age of one, that impacted his hearing and only got worse as he got older.

● Got his first set of hearing aids when he was nineteen, in the 70s when he decided to become an active Toppat member

● ^ Though it was a struggle to properly join as the medical staff (and anyone else) were hesitant to admit him in because of his health issues (ie. Hard of hearing & untreated issues) and made it obvious of such and didn't take him seriously

● ^ Got them as a gift from the leader at the time, Sir Wilford who took a liking to Choc and fought for him. Choc still has them, decades later even when they stopped working to reminisce

● However his grandmother, Candy, didn't think he needed or deserved them and so used to take them away as a punishment to Choc and not give them back

● Before then, Choc taught himself how to read both people's expressions and lips as well as the rough basics of sign language.

● ^ Was selectively mute for the longest time, during his entire childhood to early adulthood. No one knew ever heard him speak. Until Sir Wilford made an rough effort to get him to speak

● Though it wasn't easy as no one didn't know it or hadn't bothered to learn Choc does try, sort of, to disguise his unimpressed expression from being shown when people purposefully find the need to speak slow and loud.

● ^ Or when they deliberately ignore his presence entirely or don't even bother to add him into a conversation

● On a different end, he does struggle to keep his voice down since he doesn't have the best perception of how he sounds

● Bad days Choc will get overwhelmed and as a result will take them out. But otherwise does purposefully mute people out

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Even More Choc Hcs #3

Hey. Me again with some more Choc content cause I can't help myself. 

Here's some prior posts about my dear boy if you've missed out on them. 

First Post. 

Second Post. 

Tw/Tags: Health Issues, Eating Disorders, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Bad Coping Mechanisms, Implied Self Harm

The sentiment that reminds me most of Choc is this one;

Similar to the sun; from afar he's a giving source of warmth and comfort but upon someone getting close and personal, one is sure to be burned in his wake. 

His role in the clan is kinda all over the place. Currently he prefers to take it slow, now he merely observes his surroundings. Always has an eye on everything. 

But people usually refer to him as the clan's jester. Knows how to pick up any sour mood and lift it. His jokes are mostly light hearted but truthfully speaking, he can dig his knife in deep. The jokes can range vastly. It can be personal and or on the edge of insulting. 

Cross dresses both in private and in public. The second is often done for assignments that needed him to be undercover. Clothing of any kind has no gender for him. It started up in his mid to late thirties and was explored in the following years after.

^ Similar with makeup it is only ever done for job purposes. Tends to do more down to earth looks and only done it for his undercover work. But he does have a natural knack for it. 

Struggles with his weight and has an awful relationship with food that as he gets up there in age, he's unable to keep weight on for a long time and so it fluctuates noticeably. Nowadays is very skinny, whereas he used to be more packed up with muscle 

^ Can't handle most if not all sorts of food without getting sick as a result so he often goes without eating for long periods of time. Though he snacks in smaller amounts or eats mostly candy to quench the hunger 

A lot of people underestimate him for his gangly appearance, cheerfully goofy personality, and clumsy nature. People who are simply around him, either friends or not, have to make sure he doesn't get hurt. 

^ Since he's skinny, people just tend to easily move him out of harm's way when he isn't paying attention. He's almost a walking disaster set to happen and everyone knows that. 

Natural blond and wavy hair, it's near platinum with streaks of white but he's dyed it brown since he was both old enough to do it himself or have his sister help him. Done out of pettiness. Continues to dye it but now has either Matilda Ivy or Earrings help.  

Has a full set of false golden teeth due to a very serious injury that then led to an equally bad health issue he won't disclose what happened. It gives off an uncanny aura.  

^ Got long, thin scars that go across his cheeks then up his cheekbones to his ears. It is related to the first issue up above. 

On the topic of scars, he has plenty of them all across his body. Partly due to his clumsiness but also there's some that are self-inflicted. He does tend to bandage up really well so no one will see 

^ To better describe the major scars: there's two long slashes on his back that are a bit below his shoulders to half way down, one on the small of his back, and another two, smaller on the top of his head that's hidden by his hair.

^ There's of course, minor scars as well that litter across the man's body, like the slashes stretched across his arms, thighs, etc. 

Went through a lot of partners. Like a comedic amount of them that he can no longer count on his fingers or try to remember them all. All the way from his youth to now, the majority of them had either having ended not so amicably or in tragedy 

From the tips of his fingers up to his elbow and the same goes from his toes up to his knees are colored a deep midnight, nearly black. Above the elbows/knees, are where his veins are painted gold. Its origins are likely from the use of rarely known magic. 

Can mimic the voices of other people to perfection. Also with mannerisms, and facial expressions. All done with uncanny ease.  

Choc's Relationships:

Cherry Kinsley: Daughter. He's very overprotective, nearly like a helicopter parent over his only child to the point it can be suffocating to her. 

Honey Kinsley: Sister. A complicated relationship, a rivalry where they were pitted against each other throughout their life. But they don't despise each other. Kinda codependent 

Truffles Kinsley: Mother. Often she was emotionally negligent and distant with her child, more with her first born child and son, Choc. Nonexistent sort of relationship. 

Ronald Kinsley: Father. Cold, curt relationship. Again nonexistent like the one he has with his mother. But here it's more obvious there's no love to be had between them. Verbally harsh, cruel even towards his two children, mostly to his son. 

Candy Kinsley: Grandmother. Was the one to basically raise his sister and him. Very strict, traditional in her child rearing and was also, financially, mentally and verbally controlling. Put a lot of pressure on both of them to be perfect.  

Canon Character(s):

Sir Wilford IV: Had a mentor/mentee relationship with the past leader. Choc looked up to the older man, not only a role model but also a parental figure he never had. 

Reginald Copperbottom: They have a complicated dynamic as the chief is on edge around the candymaker. He views Choc as two-faced and more than what other people see him as. No trust is to be had here between them. 

Right Hand Man: They respect each other quite well. Work well together whenever on a raid or not. Despite everything, Choc's laid back, cheerful and goody attitude, manages to make the deputy laugh 

Carol Cross: Another close friend of his. They simply like to hang out when they have the free time to just chatter away and gossip. More so Carol talks and Choc listens. 

Mr. Macbeth: Close friend, had been since their young adulthood starting up during their active years in their growing roles as Toppat members. 

Toppat Clan: His family has been with the clan since his grandmother's arrival, many decades ago. He feels the strong need to stay despite his overall complicated feelings over the clan and how it's run. 

^ Only his daughter and him are the last remaining Kinsley family who'd stayed around in the clan. 

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Choc Kinsley. Both figuratively and literally with demons riding his ass to an early death (but out of pure spite will it keep this old guy running) 

As he's done a lot of things in the past as well, and continues to do to this current date. Ie. as in burned bridges who had put a lot of trust in him, broken deals with high ranking, powerful entities, and being a general unknown agent of chaos. So a lot are looking out for his blood and a reasonable albeit cruel punishment for his multiple misdeeds. Yet somehow he keeps being a couple steps ahead and tends to slip from their grasp.

Figuratively, Choc had to deal with the karmic fallout whether he likes to or not. As it haunts him with (stubbornly not dealt with nor will he talk about it) trauma and physical and mental ailments.

Which OC is being followed by literal or figurative demons?

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Under The Sun (Thsc Fic)

I've been wanting to write something for my dear Oc, Choc but I never got the chance to until now. Here I wanted to expand on him as a character while exploring his relationships. This one-shot revolved his interactions with Mr. Macbeth. Hope everyone enjoys reading this. It came out better than I thought.

Combat boots hit the dirt ground with a thud and the heat waves of a summer day sends him to a slight stumble. 

“Careful there, big guy” Soon in his tired haze stricken with a mild case of a heatstroke, he hears a chipper voice lull him out. “You don't want to trip over your two left feet and get a face full of the dirt below, would you?” 

Macbeth switches his drowsy attention from straight ahead over to the source. Naturally loud, booming and smooth. Sure knows how to captivate someone in one shameless easy going swoop. Intensely scolding heat rises in his broad chest up to his face with his ears getting the brunt of it, turning a bright scarlet red. He coughs in his hand then uses it after to brush aside the beads of collected sweat from his bare head. 

“It'll be very embarrassing for you, won't it?” 

It would indeed be quite the harsh fall. As the ground below was a good foot distance from where he stood on the train and it's made out from rough dirt and jagged rocks. All it would take is one single awkward misstep on those steep metal stairs to ensure Macbeth let the earth swallow him up. 

Alone he handled it well as he went to dust off the grime, ignoring the blistering pain that surfaced around his likely scratched face and trudge along as if it's nothing. However that wasn't the case here and now. If it happened in front of another soul, anyone else, he likely would be a little flustered, yes on the matter as he aggressively swore them to secrecy. 

This he couldn't hide from. Not so easily. The other man at his side was built differently, he is eagle eyed and observant. Ready to pick on the details and tear them apart. 

“Need to hold my hand to steady yourself for a sec?” He's reluctant. A hand, bandaged, is held out to him waiting for his response. Eyes flicker between the hand to the ground then back, trailing up the arm. Once the bandages stop at the elbow he notices the bare skin is a distinct charcoal color with the faint veins a light gold color. It wasn't any of his business to begin with but Macbeth had been worried about that fact with his oldest friend. The thin material protected him from serious damage, and he should know however there came the underlying fear it won't be enough. He wasn't the only one in the clan who shared a similar intuition when it came to that fact despite the man generally being a goofy guy nobody can sincerely hate. 

Why would they?

“I'm all set here” Respectfully he kept his drooping gaze set firmly to the ground, afraid it may trail further to somewhere he couldn't explain. “Thank you though”  

“Ain't going to kill you” 

Where the hand pulls away, Macbeth drags a stilted breath. Awkward tension could be cut down by a dull knife. The hand returns again with a vengeance, grabs onto his wrist to the point it begins to hurt. Yet he didn't make an attempt in tugging free. 

“Look at me” It orders him, firm, no room for an argument. Although it wasn't like Macbeth would've won anyways. He listens, steadies his slumped posture and looks up. “Good boy. I hope you do know I'm looking out for you as a friend” The unintentional pet name spoken in a whisper doesn't go unnoticed by him. Warmth uncomfortably settled in his gut. 

What he sees staring back at him does him no favors. Golden eyes with hints of vibrant orange and reds swirling together are locked onto his dull gray. As if staring at the blazing sun up in the sky up close and personal that left Macbeth in awe, he couldn't look away from. Until it burns a gaping hole into his soul. 

“I know, Choc. I know” 

A part of him nuzzled deep in his own psyche suddenly feels very inadequate compared to his friend. Where he wasn't anything special to look twice at, really, described to be dull, too rashly hot headed acting before thought and he wasn't necessarily good with either his words or feelings. Classic socially inept, cold shut in. 

Then came along Choc, a social butterfly able to light up the mood who back in the day was considered conventionally attractive, had people draping off his every word. Still was in Macbeth's eyes, only in a different way, even when long years amongst fraught sickness clearly wore down his friend. As he can look past the plentiful amount of gruesome scars on the man, across his sun kissed face, past his gold row of sharp teeth, and his unnatural skinny body, it just adds on to ruggish charm. Macbeth then scanned him from head to toe, at one time there were firm muscles laid ever so nicely on the man that had melted away to skin and bones over the years. 

“Then you should know better, right?” Choc responds in an even tone and Macbeth feels worse. He isn't intending to worry him. This isn't what he meant to do. 

“Don't need you guilting me, I know” 

“I'm not. You of all people should know that. As your closest friend. I can worry” 

Today was a stressful day as it is, being the train conductor holding both all the Toppats’ most prized possessions and the majority of their members. It was his assigned priority to travel back and forth from one port to another for the clan. So he's built to stay set on a tight schedule that he held high expectations and standards which he's behind on. However he is thankful they got to one small port despite the delay in a reasonable time frame. So he doesn't need this right now. 

Really, didn't need it as Choc's hands cupped his tentatively in utmost care and led the way. 

“Don't get time in the world for this, y’know that right?” Half-heartedly Macbeth pleads, from his free hand, fingers pinch the bridge of his flat nose, his gruff voice gains an octave then he dryly swallows. 

A chuckle bursts out of Choc, shrugging, with a twinkle in his eyes, walking a few feet from the train through a path of bushes, “Dontcha worry. I do think we can squeeze in a couple minutes and relax, yes?” Choc lazily went to suggest though they knew it wasn't a choice, more an order. 

“The others won't like it. The chief surely won't” 

“They'll survive,” Choc scoffs, a hint of hidden agitation seeps in. “Maybe not the chief in his haughtiness with that gloriously pretentious stick shoved so far up his ass”  

“Choc” 

Soon the man in question stops in his tracks in front two trees, looking behind his shoulder at Macbeth, an unreadable expression on his face until he softens and discreetly rolls his eyes. “It's true, isn't it? Someone's gonna get real tired of it soon and do something about that”

Nobody should ever be brazen to detest the chief, his diligent reign brought the clan to new heights they haven't seen in a while, at least Macbeth thought so. 

“He's under a lot of pressure” Macbeth adds in defense to the chief's name. 

“Shouldn't be having the title and power then if he can't handle it. The cracks under the so called pressure is starting to reveal itself”  

While Macbeth squirms, swaying on one foot to the other, Choc walks to a tree, presses a hand on the bark, lowering carefully to the ground. Macbeth manages to take a spare glance around, he notices they were alone, together at the train's head, and not a thing or person is there to interfere. 

Woods surrounded them, as naturally thickly settled and so the colorfully painted autumn leaves above provide a decent amount of shade for whoever rests below. 

“At least in my opinion. Though let's not talk now on it. We're here to relax” 

Still holding hands it was until Choc let go Macbeth missed the soothingly comforting contact. What he would do to touch them again, worse is he wanted a better feel, and so the familiar overbearing sensation returns in his gut. 

“For a few minutes, okay” Once he finds his voice Macbeth speaks, “And I have to leave. Get back to work” 

“Sure. Sure, workaholic you. Beats me for wanting what's best” Leaned up against the tree Choc lightly jokes, scoots off to the side giving his friend room to sit. So with a grunt, he plops on the dirt next to the man, his hat laid off to the sideline. 

“Hmm” 

Macbeth hums, head back laying on the itchy wood behind him, eyes clamped shut, thin lips pursed with his large, calloused hands folded on his chest, and legs stretched out. 

Relaxation never came to him. An unheard-of  after thought. Yet this time around somehow it was different. There's a cool breeze nipping his cheeks, so having someone's presence for example, Choc's sets him at ease. Maybe it was the stress doing this, or all the pent up tension building inside kicking the wind out of his lungs. 

He didn't know how long it was sitting there until he snapped awake covered in a cold sweat. A tingling itch burns underneath his skin near his heart. Reassured immediately when beside him Choc remained, sat cross legged, hands at his side, and staring up at the sky, and he didn't miss how peaceful his friend looked right now. 

Rather he was mesmerized by the sight. The way the sun hits in all the right angles Choc shines a radiant glow. Once again the eyes are what took the cake, so captivating he is immersed and can't look away. At one point he opens his mouth but shuts it. 

Then he catches the hand grazing across his own; he may or may not have deliberately put them aside. Long, boney fingers wrapped in tinted gauze barely touch his thick, stubby digits. Even with the bandages on, they were so elegant compared to his that's missing a few. 

Temptation struck him. 

Slowly inching towards the man's hands he hopes isn't too noticeable. Macbeth wasn't the type to ask for much anyways. A simple man with the most basic needs and the way Choc feels under his touch is addictive. What was a need turned to a strong craving unable to be explained in words. Hand holding won't do, he imagined his curious touch traveling up the man's arm to his chest, and down his waist. 

How big his hands would be wrapped around the man, so slender, waist nicely cinched in by the corset vest. Push the sweet jester to the dirt ground, not caring if they got messy in the process as they return to the station. 

“Whatcha starin’ at?” 

Macbeth is startled out by his daydreams and snaps his attention to the man who returned an odd look at him.  

“Caught you staring” Tilting his head in to a certain degree that's not known possible to a man Choc merely laughs, “Handsome, I get it” 

A hefty shove amongst his friend's laughter later, Macbeth coldly replies, “Wasn't directed at you so don't get your head aired up, pal” 

Can't help to watch the shit eating grin falter while the wrapped up hand inches away. 

“Sure. You say that like you believe it's true as fact” Choc's smile returned just as quick, all knowing yet kept silent. 

“Watch it before I wipe the smugness off you”

“Oooh I'm so scared” 

Shambling back on his feet, Macbeth knew his time was up, hearing faint voices coming in the distance. In the corner of his eyes was Choc, usually teasingly persistent, resigned himself. Macbeth suddenly felt bad as he had to leave, turning around with the words on his tongue, however it died as Choc lazily waves him off. 

“Took enough of your time. I'll see you later” 

Nodding Macbeth, stiff, shambles on the trail to the train, turning his head slightly watching the figure disappear from his sight. 

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Random Choc Kinsley Hcs

Sorry if it's been a while since I've posted much of anything. So here is a fun post about my boy, Choc.

I had a lot of fun with this one so it's a long post of Hcs. Hopefully it's fun and makes sense. May think of more to add on later 

Is well known (infamously so) for his voice primarily his laugh that carries throughout the room no matter how big or small that said area is. Unnaturally loud and booming, done deep in the chest.

^ Very contagious, literally so anyone who is nearby or just the type that is more susceptible to it will eventually end up following suit until exhaustion kicks in for them or him

^ Naturally quick to laugh. Has an awful and cheesy sense of humor (ie. Similar to dad jokes. Plain awful) and will laugh at the blink of a hat at anything

^ It's more a bodily tick he does in any sort of situation that does or doesn't call for it whether he is happy, sad, stressed, tired, angry or etc. He'll start laughing away to release the pent up tension rumbling inside him

Does fidget a whole lot so it's pretty rare to see or even keep him in one place for too long as he feels the growing urge to be all over the place. Is often referred to a 'hummingbird' because of this

^ To combat this or simply find a way to relax for not just his own sake but for everyone else's as well, Choc either needs something to constantly chew on squeeze in his hands

^ Another thing he doesn't enjoy is the odd and empty feeling in his hands like he needs to hold something or it feels wrong. The feeling itself can be often described in his words, tingly goosebumps under the skin

Choc is an organized man, and within his free time (mostly to keep himself busy) will do his best to rearrange everything in his office, other's as well, or the main room that contains their important files to his specific liking. 

Has a big ol' sweet tooth. The type to have sweets always on his person to either snack on or give out to others. Sometimes doesn't even notice as a few pieces drop out of his pockets when he goes along with his day. So don't be too surprised if you see some lingering around in spots he's been at.

Randomly picks up small, odd trinkets found along the way of his visits or during raids with the Toppats. Places them in his pockets then later coincidentally forgets about them.

His fighting skills are quite unique and are unable to be picked up on by others. He's quick and light on his toes to the point that for many it's difficult to keep up.

Most hand to hand combat are his deal, a swift learner and keen observer of his opponent so watch out before he uses it against them.

^ One of his unique moves is done by his hands and fingers. Where if hit right can lead his opponent to lose function in whichever extremity he pinpoints. More attune to non-permanent paralyzation at best that can last for either a few minutes at the least or worse, hours for the other person

^ From his decades long experience as enforcement for the Toppats he's trained himself to use such a move sparingly and knows how to correctly use it without serious damage. 

^ Though to a mildier degree, he can pick up anyone by the scruff of the neck with surprising strength and precise care and they will instantly go limp in his hold

^ Due to this, Choc is very good with his hands, knowing his way around a good message when the times calls for it. 

A social butterfly, the life of any party, who gets along smoothly with everyone with the rare few exceptions such as his sister, grandmother, or Reginald. 

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Random Facts & 'Party Tricks' Of Choc Kinsley

Hopefully you aren't getting too tired of the mostly Choc content here. But sorry if you are. He's my favorite Oc besides Honey of course. 

I just realized it would be his birthday today, April 1st (how comedic) and so he would be 59yo in 2015 if playing off ear on the games wonky timeline, during ItA and in 2024, 68yo. What an old man he is. lol. Only wanted to share that with you all if anyone was interested. 

Tw/Tags: Implied Drug Use/Abuse, Health Issues

Choc is double jointed, abnormally flexible then a regular human should be. Has hypermobility. As he gets up there in age, it's a little more difficult and he does deal with frequent bodily pains.

Deals with daily chronic pains, usually mild to a point he can ignore it but to the trained eye of some it's noticeable with his sporadic mannerisms 

^ Though when it's bad he's shaking uncontrollably, nearly bedridden and or left unable to function/control his own body 

Weak sensation of the hands, attune to tingly static (like they're asleep) so it ends up more often than he likes to admit with him accidentally dropping stuff he was holding. 

^ Same with his legs, there've been plenty of incidents, too many to count where they had randomly given out beneath him and he's left in a heap of long, bony limbs that can't move

^ Genuinely a very bony man, you can easily see them which he knows aren't healthy but laughed it off. Can hear him from a whole distance due to the loud crackling of his bones. 

In his youth (even now) He's the life of the party. Knows how to have a good time and keep the mood positive. Whenever someone is around him, it's sure to help boost their own. 

^ A recovering party animal with a high tolerance who used to drink and take drugs in unnatural excess. 

His weirdest and creepy ‘party trick’ is where he's able to twist his head near full circle like an owl and keep it like that for a couple minutes straight. He can do it without hands too. 

^ Can do the same with his back, turn right around-the-clock and bend over like a crab. Able to fold himself in tight to odd places and it's useful when 

^ Another weird trick, not natural at all and gross, but post incident relating to his mouth. As it was broken, it hadn't healed properly so he could open up wide, just enough he could try to put his whole fist in and touch his tonsils.

^ His tongue can touch not only his nose but also his eyeballs due to how long, slender it can be. As well, can do all sorts of weird tongue twisters.

Whenever seemingly excited, happy or any other similar emotion, Choc flaps his hands while bouncing on the balls of his feet, unable to contain the movement. 

Is always on his feet, is everywhere doing anything to help from early in the morning to late in the night, you will never see this man go on many breaks or at all. People do worry about him pushing himself far too much but somehow he's a ball of energy. 

^ Literally an expansive book of knowledge. Whenever someone needs to know something, it's best to go to him

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What do Choc and Reg have going on between them?

Oh, I've been wanting to share this for some time! 

This dynamic was never meant to be a thing until I started talking with @catisteard and it kinda spiraled out from there to which I'm immensely thankful for. There's also so much more to it that I can't fully explain in this post that would make sense. Originally I intended for neither man to have interacted too much, instead Choc's sister, Honey would've taken the mantle somewhat, and Choc was meant to be a different person then what I now plan out for him. 

The relationship started off in their youth as a viciously heated rivalry between Reginald, a hot headed newcomer and Choc, the apple of Chief Wilford's eyes. In turn leading them to be constantly at each other's throats, often getting into petty fights, verbally or physically. 

Until sometime in their thirties it evolved to a strange on-off situationship when the two had decided to set up a motion in place to use the other as a literal stress reliever. An unhealthy codependent bond lasting for a couple years afterwards nobody knew of besides them. As the pair got older, seasoned with experience, was left to simmer as bitter exes? Whatever's there is cynical, filled with tension and snarky quips at the other's expense. 

Everyone knows Choc's a nice guy, unable to purposely harm a fly and think that Reginald is unnecessarily badgering the poor man. 

Although there are rare moments in the midst of their problems, they do have, at least close to, genuine moments of assumed care and respect for one another. 

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Choc Lore Dump

Another Post about Choc but it's more a lore dump for him & of alternate timelines. 

Choc does remember the timelines even if it may not directly affect him at first. Of course there's ones that outright did such as Valiant Hero, or ones where the Toppats were made defunct or got arrested he got stuck in the middle of. 

Choc realized it originated from an (un)lucky thief, Henry Stickmin. It struck a nerve and a frequent sense of deja vu. Almost as if he is knowledgeable on the abilities that Stickmin possesses. 

Though it did take some time to understand what's going on, such as knowing there are currently multiple routes and so forth. But he doesn't actively do anything about or against it, anymore rather he keeps his role as an observer. 

In result he does space out, more an attempt to gather his disjointed thoughts, as he does not know when the next blip will occur from one timeline switching to another. Tends to be outwardly forgetful to nearly everyone else's  annoyed disdain. 

Has complicated feelings towards Stickmin though otherwise will act friendly in routes Henry joins the clan. While Henry is a little confused, concerned maybe about the older man but doesn't quite know as to why that is, as something is clearly off, uncanny about Choc. 

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Choc Kinsley Ref

Decided to finally get a set design for Choc so here he is in all its rough, sketch glory. It may not be the best but it is something and I do plan on touching him up as I go along

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Choc

Been wanting to draw Choc again but in a way to explore his body including scars, stretch marks, and etc. My poor guy has been through the ringer plenty of times but I do feel mostly confident with this drawing. 

As well for funsies I thought to give him a ‘tramp stamp’ tattoo. It may or may not have deeper meaning to it, who knows? Though I don't know how confident I am with it (so it may be redesigned later on. So sorry for the awful quality)

Warning: Mild Nudity (I describe it as ‘Ken Doll’ nudity but still), Scarring (and other serious injuries) 

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Choc Kinsley Fact

I'm going to be rambling off about Choc again and it's based off this post

About the rare, unheard of magic and the resulting blackened hands and feet.

Choc wears protective gloves and bandages only ever done in the careful precautions of not wanting to accidentally ‘corrupt’ whatever he happens to breeze past, touch or walk across. There are very few people in the clan who saw it or for what it is and could do to objects and even people. 

There had been prior incidents, one in which Choc as a young enforcer had unintentionally touched a fender to a fancy car, purely done out of curiosity that the clan was working on to only afterwards watch on, helplessly as it began to rot away nearly the entire car to non-existence.

On the human touch, it's more attune to a burning sensation under the skin. It would be alright if one were to cleanse themselves immediately but if persistent and doesn't get help right away then the individual is almost doomed. Although amputation to rid the limb or a magical aid to de-curse works out the best. 

So Choc, learning from those experiences isn't exactly welcoming to touching anything without the safety net in place. 

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Choc Kinsley Hcs #2

Another Hc post about Choc. Though this was meant to be shorter than the last it had spiraled from here and got longer. If anyone wants to know more about Choc, I'm very willing to share what I can. 

Second part to this post;

Born on April 1st, 1956, born and raised up in the Toppat clan with his younger sister, Honey and his family since his grandmother had first joined up

Has a complicated relationship with his family. All had done some lifelong, traumatic harm/abuse in their own special way. Does his best to ensure their safety, and he can't hate them but it's a disinterested sensation.

Struggled with his mental health for most if not all throughout his life since he was born. Has Empathy Deficit Disorder (EDD) but able to control it (mask) for the most part. Besides his family nobody knows and he prefers it that way

^ In turn, he picked up horrible habits that many don't know, partly resorts to indulging in it in order to get a specific job he thinks needs to be handled done 

^ Tends to be a people pleaser as a result, pushes himself to be a hard worker, and learns to mask who he is for the ‘betterment’ of the people near him. 

He's hard of hearing that over time as he gets older become more prominent and so wears hearing aids but often forgets to wear or rather doesn't like the feel of them. 

^ Does get overwhelmed by all the sounds surrounding him to the point he is quick to tune everything out as an escape. Sometimes he does this purposely so he doesn't have to hear anyone around him too and their bickering 

^  He has picked up on the silence, the smallest of details and slightest noise in turn. Though tends to space out so you can't tell if he's truly focusing and listening or not. 

Beside his time as an enforcer for the clan, Choc did work in other similar fields alongside, one as an informant and the other undercover. Now mainly sticks with being in the informational sector or with his family in the kitchen area

Since his childhood, his active years as the Toppats’ enforcement to now in due time somehow managed to worm his goofy self into the heart of even the coldest, closed off people who is endeared to his charm. 

^ In the clan, there's very few or no one who can find it in them to hate the guy, who apparently has a soothingly warm aura that can make anyone around him at ease. 

Appears outwardly to be a 'heart on the sleeve’ sort of guy. He's observant to pick up on other people's face and body language. 

Flexible in the way of being double and loose jointed; able to dislocate most if not all of his body parts with uncanny ease. All from the case of hypermobility 

^ A party trick he used to do and can do now was to twist his head around like an owl and keep it in place. Same with the rest of his limbs too in a way it can't be humanly possible. 

Back to his skills in combat; he enjoys putting comedic value into it, (it works surprisingly well) uses good ol’ fashioned slapstick 

Naturally clumsy and accident prone as a result, is why he's seen covered up in bandages more often than not. Also, has scarring in common areas but uncommon too both he won't disclose on 

Would classify himself as the clan's lead jester/clown, enjoys throwing out a  good joke at his own expense and will do anything to cheer anyone who is feeling down. Rarely do you see him ever be anything other than happy; it's almost uncanny. 

High energy, so he is constantly on the move, high metabolism. He does ‘comfort eat’ and is always snacking, mostly sweets