#cause it turns out they were angry in a sadistic killer kinda way

[cult-of-the-eye]

and the rage carries on through multiple universes, it's in every single version of yourself and it's devastating cause it means in not one universe do you ever escape it but also you can find a certain comfort in knowing all of yourselves are carrying that within yourself, a hearth you all can curl up beneath so you can sleep.

[i-growl-growl-growl]

Who would you say is the worst yandere in nct? As in the one who’s s/o will suffer the most?

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Warning! The following contains Yandere themes, read at your own risk! (Just to be safe).

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Taeyong: This isn't a surprise. Taeyong loves hurting his s/o. He considers it his way of showing his 'love' for them. He would say that, if he didn't love them, he wouldn't bother. Bruises, bone breaking, dislocating, rope burns, and anything really pertaining to him using his bare hands to nearly break (or break) his s/o are his preferred methods. He won't hesitate to mix in some psychological torture, either, especially since he's very intelligent- a genius even; manipulation, gaslighting, negative reinforcement, positive reinforcement, etc. Will find the smallest reason to punish his s/o.

Lucas: Physical! Anything physical! Psychological torture isn't exactly his forte. He's just as physical with abuse as he is with 'love.' In fact, they go hand in hand, kinda like Taeyong but, with Lucas, it's foreplay. He won't always start with pain but it's a major turn on. He's very rough and is a bit quick to anger. When he does get angry, Jesus is it terrible. He loves hurting his s/o. He'll then heal or pamper them afterwards. He treats them like a doll in a sense- or a toy.

Xiaojun: Our version of him is a serial killer. With him, it's not necessarily something he always 'enjoyed,' it's more of like something that just happened that he can't stop because he started enjoying it. Like a bad habit or addiction. Loves knives, scalpels, chains, and chemicals. Though, he'll settle for using his bare hands for beatings when he doesn't want to go too far. Jack the Ripper vibes. Down to experiment with other torture methods.

Yuta: Wild like a wolf or lion. He can be triggered very easily because he's jealous, insecure, possessive, obsessive, selfish, vain, and prideful. He's like Taeyong in that he prefers using his bare hands to punish his s/o. Though, he'll use knives and chains on them. 10/10 would carve his name into his s/o's flesh.

Mark: He's strict but not necessarily quick to hurt his s/o. Though, this depends on what they did. He could completely snap and go wild on them and won't stop until they are unconscious, bleeding, or until he broke something. Depending on what they did, they can get their punishment lessoned to only being locked up for a certain period of time. Will use his bare hands and/or bring in other people to harm his s/o in...certain ways. He does this to show his s/o that he loves them and that they could have it way worse if they were with anyone else so they should be grateful and not piss him off.

Hendery: Crazy and unpredictable. You never know what he might use to hurt his s/o- he's down to try different things. He likes seeing his s/o hurt and he especially loves being the cause because he can control how hurt they are. He'll leave them hurt for a while unless they could die or become disfigured from it (unless they really pushed him too far). He always has a 'justification' for what he did, though and this is to condition his s/o to behave a certain way for him. If they behave, they won't have to worry too much but, again, he's unpredictable and he does like seeing them hurt.

Johnny: Though he has a sadistic side, he's the most mild sadistic yandere of NCT. Meaning, he likes seeing his s/o hurt, and it's a bit of a turn on seeing them so helpless and at his mercy, but he would also rather to make them smile and laugh. He does not play, though. He's very serious when he gives his s/o an order and won't hesitate to punish them. Prefers to use knives, hot things (not melt or char levels of hot, though unless he snapped and 'lost it'), bare hands, and psychological tactics. Would also 10/10 carve his name in his s/o's flesh. Pampers the hell out of them, though, and is very protective so his s/o wouldn't want to cross him and this is part of the mind game. His s/o is only safe with him; only he can protect them and love them.

Yangyang: Mad hatter vibes. Psychological torture! Isn't really big on physical torture because he'll honestly go too far once he's gotten started. Would use bats, his hands, and mostly blunt objects but will turn to electric shocks (not too high to do brain damage, though) and sharp objects. He prefers gaslighting and any other mind games that'll make his s/o think they're crazy because he wants them to think that he's the only one who loves them despite their flaws-no one else would ever love them (he's projecting himself onto them- that's his own ordeal). He'll make them think that he's doing everything out of love for them even if it's very hurtful. Puts them down and makes them doubt themselves also.

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This is a long one but there's just so much to each of them. Hope you all enjoyed!

~Ahreum Rhea

[dear-yandere]

lots of ilya q&a below - part 1

tw ... mentions of noncon and murder.

[ part 2 ] 

question:  so Ilya wouldn’t like a cop out of principle but what it,, Ilya had a darling but a (yandere?) cop investigating his case,, ALSO likes ilyas darling.. (obviously this would only be fun if the cop is rly competent and an actual threat)

answer: ilya believes that because he’s suffered, he should have a “free pass” to inflict suffering onto others, so of course he isn’t fond of having someone on his tail that constantly gets in the way of his fun. still, anything that staves off boredom is a plus in his book.

whether the cop is yandere or not, ilya isn’t fond of sharing his darling with the likes of an officer. simply put, this rival poses a threat to taking darling away (basically being a cockblock). ilya’d be sure to use the cop’s feelings to mock him, such as mentioning how wonderful darling is in bed, what a wonderful shade their skin turns when he chokes them to near-death, or – worst of all –  how popular darling’s pictures / videos have become on the dark web.

in reality, ilya has the upper hand in this situation. he’s avoided the cops for so long, what’s another one? then again, this devil-may-care mentality will surely be his downfall if the cop is competent enough to catch him.

question: Also sorry for spamming u I’m just in a mood rn- If Ilya likes hurting adults but wants to protect kids, how does he feel abt teenagers? Cause i feel like if I was an adult I’d see teenagers as kids so like are teenagers more like kids or more like adults to him? Also I thought it was rly funny that ppl seemed 2 prefer being ilyas partner in crime over being his darling but like if I had to interact w him I’d want him to protect child me lol cause I just want someone to watch out 4 me,,

answer: considering the amount of distasteful and illegal things he comes across involving minors on the dark web, anyone under the age of consent (or that looks too much like a child) is a kid in his eyes. even if he met an adult that looked young enough to be underaged, he’d feel uncomfortable with assaulting / killing them even after learning their age.

and i agree! ilya would’ve actually made a wonderful kindergarten or elementary teacher had his life played out differently. i was a bit shocked people preferred being his partner in crime, but it makes sense since they’d be prolonging their lifespan should they have the misfortune of meeting this man.

question 1: Can I ask how Ilya would react to a darling who cant die? Or dies but comes back to life each time? I’m torn between thinking he’d be frustrated because his ultimate show of love won’t stick or ecstatic that he has someone he can kill over and over again

question 2: I wonder how Ilya would react to a darling he COULDNT kill, maybe because they were immortal or simply always managed to stay just out of his reach. Perhaps they even returned a bit of his feelings but never as much as he wanted, never enough to die for it. - jinxdere

ilya would probably go through the stages of “grief”.

he’d be angry and distraught at first, adamant about maintaining his denial toward the situation. he’s never encountered a darling who couldn’t die; the moment he slit their throat, he expected them to never come back, to never question his love in such a way as to live. 

during the bargaining stage, he’d distance himself for a while, at least until he comes to terms with it and decide what to do.

during the depression stage. rather than be ecstatic that he can kill his darling over and over again, he’d feel an equal amount of anger as he does love. above all else, ilya wants to have fun, to cope with his problems by hurting as many people as possible. to him, killing others is his way of spreading his twisted version of love; he wants to kill as many people as he possibly can because he wants to love everyone. really though, this is an excuse to make as many people suffer as he possibly can. because he was wronged in his life, he wants to drag others down to his level. therefore, he’d rationalize his options and eventually decide to begrudgingly accept his darling’s immortality.

during the acceptance stage, he’d be willfully ignorant. he’d abandon this darling, sending them far away and telling them to never seek him out again; and if they do (especially if they fell in love with him), he will make every death more painful than the last. he wants nothing to do with them simply because they represent something he can’t overcome in life; ilya is fascinated by the marriage between death and love, and this particular darling is challenging his entire world view. he’d rather remain ignorant.

so basically, while he isn’t fond of having more than one darling at a time, he’d shun this immortal darling and no longer think of them as his. this seems counterintuitive, but a big part of ilya’s character is his hypocrisy and ignorance. they define who he is and act as a reminder of his past and innate psychopathic tendencies.

question: if u say Ilya has always had psychopathic tendencies, would he still be where he is rn if he had a good childhood? And I wonder like.. apathetic ppl/characters are often into morbid stuff and don’t care about hurting others but when u strip that down isn’t that just following your desires? Like are people like that obligated to be into violent stuff? Cause if Ilya just really liked collecting fish there’d be no issue.. I kinda think it’s a way to lash out at the world without letting it get 2 u

answer: i hope i understood this question correctly.

i can’t speak for actual psychopaths or serial killers obviously, but ilya is willfully ignorant and hypocritical. it’s his way of ‘lashing out without letting it get to him’ – his way of coping, basically. if he had a good childhood, it’s certainly possible he wouldn’t have treaded this path. however, childhood is only one factor that can push psychopaths over the edge. people who are apathetic or into morbid stuff aren’t obligated to be into violent things, especially as there can be some other mental issue at play; take narcissistic personality disorder for example. i personally know someone who likely has this disorder, but they are not into morbid / violent stuff even though they may lash out violently or disregard hurting others at times. i agree that your evaluation is probably correct in this situation too: lashing out is a way to cope.

now, if ilya’s parents had been more attentive, they would’ve noticed their son’s unsettling tendencies. killing animals is a big indicator of something greater at play and i’m sure they would’ve taken him for a psychological screening. i’m no doctor or psychiatrist (i’m not even in the medical field), but i imagine that with early detection and proper therapy, ilya might’ve been a normal person. would he still be into morbid things and have all the extreme kinks he currently does? yeah probably, but to a much lesser extent.

question: okay so u said Ilya knows he’s fucked up which is why he can’t have a kid BC he wouldn’t want them involved in that life so like.. if he knows he’s fucked up but still enjoys doing what he does, does he justify it to himself? Does he just not think about it? Like I often see evil characters be like “the world hurt me so I’m allowed to hurt others” - is it like that? Cause u said he’s a hypocrite and that’s quite hypocritical imo (if u know how bad it can be why make others suffer too yk?)

answer: part of it is that ilya is naturally sadistic and psychopathic, he doesn’t care if others suffer. even if he hadn’t become a serial rapist and killer, he would’ve had a clear disregard for others. he does justify himself and ignores his obvious hypocrisy. he realizes how much of a hypocrite he is, so it’s not that he’s an idiot or blind; it’s more of that he doesn’t give a damn about how selfish or contradictory he’s being.

you’re right that he thinks that he’s allowed to hurt others because the world hurt him, but it’s a bit beyond that. so for your question ‘why hurt others if you know how bad it can be’ – he gets off on it. even if he wasn’t the one committing crimes, he’d still get off on it. he’s similar to an incel that just stays in his room, complains about how the world is unfair, and watches porn all day, except more attractive, less whiny, actually gets sex bc he’s charming and doesn’t show his misanthropic side, and is into way darker porn than most incels probably are.

question: How would Eu-jin handle Illya taking an interest in his darling? I feel like things would get ugly fast.

answer: luckily, ilya doesn’t exist in the same universe as eu-jin or any of my other ocs! he’s human, so he’d get ripped to shreds pretty fast, especially by the overly-obsessive and protective supernatural (gumiho) eu-jin who hasn’t seen his darling in literal millennia. 

yuu wouldn’t even bother cannibalizing ilya, as he usually does with his prey; he’d find the Ripper far too disgusting to put in his own body, but he would torture ilya as painfully and slowly as possible. ripping off his fingernails one by one, removing his tongue so he can’t scream (much like the way ilya chokes his darlings), etc.

...so yeah, as soon as the hyper-aware eu-jin realizes that ilya is looking at the former’s darling with interest, it’d get ugly real fast.

question: What if when Ilya tried to kill one of his darlings but they manage to fight back and escape? I just see that throwing him for a real curve ball so I was curious to how he'd react.

answer: he’d be furious at first. to him, running away is the ultimate act of denying his love -- but, he’s a man that appreciates some fun every now and then. while he isn’t fond of darlings that fight back (especially when he’s about to kill them), having a darling who spices his life up every now and then is exhilarating. he’ll decide to play along with this darling’s little game of cat and mouse, and to be honest, he finds the increased risk of getting caught by authorities (should the darling get that far) fun. as i’ve mentioned before, ilya knows how much of a hypocrite he is and has long come to terms with his inevitable karma and death, he just doesn’t care enough to change his habits.

[namorres]

target.

pairing | derek morgan x reader

word count | 2417

warnings | none yet. (i’m sorry).

part one | part two | part three | part four

criminal minds masterlist

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Pulling himself up from the bed, he smiled as her hand slid away from his chest and he walked downstairs. Clooney greeted him at the base of the stairs and he gave a quick scratch to the dog’s ears before looking back up at the door.

It was closed.

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His eyebrows furrowed, and he looked around the house, his hand resting on the holster of his gun. He looked around the hallway, then walked quietly into the kitchen. Nothing had been touched or otherwise disturbed, and a sudden fear grasped at his heart. “Baby?”

“Yeah?” She called back from their bedroom.

“Nevermind, baby girl,” Derek looked around the rest of the first floor, cautious as ever, then walked slowly back up the stairs. As he stepped back into the bedroom, he made eye contact with y/n, relief suddenly flowing back through his body. “Is there, uh,” he cleared his throat, “is there any wind out there tonight?”

She furrowed her eyebrows, “You would be the one to know, babe. You were just out there.”

He shook his head, pulling his phone from his pocket and checking the weather. No wind, not even the slightest bit. “What the hell?”

“What’s up?”

“Did you close the door?” He knew the question was ridiculous – she couldn’t teleport from the bedroom to the front door, and she didn’t walk down there with him.

“What? No, I was up here,” she raised a shirt, “folding clothes?”

“When I came in, the door was open,” he looked at her, “when I went back down there, the door was closed.”

She laughed a little, a breathy giggle that, given any other situation, would’ve put him at ease, “Derek, sweetheart, you probably closed the door when you walked in. Everything’s okay.”

Blinking, he nodded, smiling and laughing at himself a little, “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. Need anymore help?”

She pointed to the closet, “Hangers, if you would.”

He walked into the closet, grabbing what he felt was enough, then walked back into the bedroom. As Derek set the hangers down on the bed, he took that time to unbuckle his belt and get comfortable, setting his gun on the bedside table before helping with the laundry. They talked about the other parts of their day, including Kyra’s forever struggling relationship, Hotch and JJ’s sons, and then later about what kind of movies they were going to watch.

Just as she handed him the last t-shirt, which was his, she smiled up at him and sighed, “You know that one is, like, definitely one of my favorites on you.”

“Really, now?” He raised an eyebrow, giving her a smirk.

“Really,” she laughed, “first, it was the shirt I met you in. Second, red is a hell of a color on you. Third, it’s super comfortable and so easy to steal.”

“You remember the shirt you met me in?” He held the cloth in his hands, making a subconscious note to wear it more often.

“Uh, yeah,” she said, like it was obvious, “I remember a lot of random things like that. Like, for instance, whenever you used to completely shave all of your facial hair off, simply because you couldn’t stop thinking about the one time I said it was scratchy. Also, those pants with the pockets on the thigh, you love those – you wear them twice a week, and I think it’s because you like having your phone on your leg.”

He listened to her speak as he changed into more comfortable clothes, and when she finished, Derek blinked, his head coming back just a bit as a surprised smile filled his face, “Wow. Remind me not to pick a fight with you, beautifull. Don’t know what typ’a dirt you got on me.”

She laughed, walking into the bathroom and kissing his cheek, “You have no idea, Agent Morgan.”

They both laughed and she walked into the closet after he walked out, changing into her pajamas. She heard Derek let out a whistle before he placed a kiss on her bare shoulder, “What did I do to deserve someone like you, baby?”

“I have no idea, man,” she shrugged, “definitely wasn’t somethin’ good.”

“Damn,” he whispered, “okay. Okay.”

She laughed, grabbing the red shirt off the rack and slipping it over her head. Turning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, “Now, how about that movie?”

Derek nodded, placing one last, rather slow kiss on her lips before turning so that she could walk in front of him. They went downstairs, her walking into the kitchen, and him walking into the living room. “What kinda movie you wanna watch?”

She hummed in thought, “I dunno. You pick.”

He turned, looking at her back as she moved around, “You sure about that, beautiful?”

“Positive,” she smiled, turning towards him, “just don’t put on 42 again. We’ve watched it at least six times within the last three months. I know the scenes by heart, now.”

He put his hands up, “Okay, okay, no 42. How ‘bout… Imitation Game?”

She let out an ooh, “Interesting. What’s it about?”

“This mathematician works on this thing called Enigma, a Nazi code, but he’s completely disgraced ‘cause he’s gay,” Derek said, nodding and turning. “What’cha think?”

“Sounds good to me,” she nodded, “popcorn?”

“Yeah,” he set down the remote and shuffled out from between the table and couch, “I’ll go get some blankets.”

As he left the area, he heard the door, then the beeps of the microwave as Y/n put their snack in. The smell of popcorn filled the house as Derek grabbed the blankets, taking only a moment to fix everything in the closet before closing it and walking back into the living room. He threw them onto the couch, looking up into the kitchen to see that Y/n wasn’t there. He raised his eyebrows and looked around, “Babe?”

There was no response from anywhere in the house, so Derek called again, “Y/n?”

When his words were left hanging in the air, Derek rushed into the hallway, checking the bathroom, then the laundry room. The thuds of his feet and the beat of his heart were the only things he could hear, and it was terrifying. She wasn’t anywhere.

He ran upstairs, checking each room up there, and coming up empty, before running back down to the kitchen. Just as he got down there, his phone vibrated on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Quickly walking over, he read the number that went across the top of the screen and clenched his jaw, inducing a dull pain in his temple that could only be labeled as angry. Answering, he pulled the phone up to his ear, “Where is she?”

“Agent Morgan!” He answered, a cheery attitude with his tone, “How are you, tonight?”

“This isn’t a game, you son of a bitch,” he growled, “where is she?”

“If I told you, that would be no fun,” he said, mocking a sad tone. “You gotta find her, makes everything more… exciting!”

Derek felt fury bubble through his throat, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He was so furious, so angry, that he was speechless. And Robert Freeman got off on it.

He let out a laugh, high-pitched and just as sadistic as his personality, “I’ll give you a clue, Derek. 454.”

The line went dead and Derek cursed, looking down at his phone as he tried to think of what 454 could possibly mean. Quickly, he dialed Hotch, giving him a quick explanation, and got into his car, driving to the Quantico building right after. There was so much running through his mind, so much he was trying to figure out.

As he pulled into the parking lot and raced into the building, he couldn’t stop thinking about what he could have done. Maybe if he had paid closer attention to her, maybe if he hadn’t have turned his back on her. He should have been protecting her, but instead, he let his guard down. He thought that he was safe, that everything was going to be okay. Now, here he is.

He was so stupid.

As the elevator dinged and opened, Derek shook away his thoughts with every step he took and walked into the briefing room. Hotchner, Reid, and Garcia were already there. Prentiss, Rossi, and JJ were on their way. The entire team, whether present or not, was more than worried for y/n’s safety – they all saw her as family, and to know that she was in danger, it was terrifying for them.

So, as soon as they all sat down, Derek briefed them the same way he briefed Hotch. At the end of his explanation, they sat in silence. How had he done that? How had Freeman gotten in the house, entirely undetected, and slip away within a matter of minutes? How had the dog not barked?

“The door,” Reid said, “you said it was open? And you went downstairs, and it was closed. That was how he got in. Obvious, yes, but if that was how he got in, then that’s more than likely how he got out. Statistically speaking, serial kidnappers or killers are eighty-four times more likely to use their point of entry as their point of exit. Was the door unlocked whenever you went downstairs and checked it?”

Derek stared down at the floor, thinking about what he saw. “Yes,” he said lowly. “I didn’t lock it. I didn’t think to. I was just thinking about getting back up to y/n.”

Hotch nodded, “If it were anyone else, Morgan, they would’ve thought the same thing. This is not your fault.”

Derek looked up, “Why is it so hard for me to believe that, Hotch? Why is it so hard for me to believe that my carelessness didn’t get my fiancée abducted from my own house, with me in it?”

They all looked around the room, Derek rubbing his head and trying to think. It was so hard to think of anything but Freeman hurting her, so hard to think of anything but her needing his help when he wasn’t there.

“Garcia, see if y/n’s phone can be tracked, if there’s anything about the whereabouts of Freeman within the last week. Morgan, do the numbers 454 mean anything to you, at all?” Hotch turned to him, his eyes expectant.

Morgan couldn’t think, rubbing his eyebrows and trying to clear his mind, like he had been since he got in the truck and drove here. “No,” he said lowly, “no. It doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Reid watched Garcia type on the keyboard, pulling up various windows and GPS tracking services. “Her phone is pinging at their house, and there aren’t any signs of Freeman anywhere. At least, not under that name.”

“Wait, Morgan,” Reid said, eyes moving to Derek’s as he came upon a realization, “what’s your house number?”

“448?” Derek couldn’t see why that had any significance – it was just a house number. 

“And the street?”

“Princeton,” within moments, Derek was starting to put the dots together, eyes widening as he looked up at Spencer.

“Do a search for 454 Princeton,” Reid said, a knowing tone starting to coat his voice, “Derek and Y/n’s address is 448, and if I’m correct, 454 is another address on the same street.”

Garcia went silent, eyes darting around the screen, “Yes, yes it is. 454 Princeton, recently bought by the bank, previously owned by a Sarah Reynolds. Oh,” Garcia breathed, “she died about four months ago, they found her body in the house. After that, they took it off the market, and ever since, it’s been abandoned.”

“Perfect place for our unsub to sit and wait for a moment to strike,” Hotch said, looking at the rest of the team, “let’s go.”

Morgan stood up, JJ and Prentiss following shortly behind him. Within minutes, he was out of the building and in the SUV, starting the engine and peeling out of the parking lot. His foot floored the pedal, his focus solely on the road ahead. JJ and Emily sat back against the seat, the entire car in tense silence. 

Then his phone rang.

The three members of the team all looked down at the phone on the console Derek looking up at the road before grabbing it and answering the call. “What?”

“Have you cracked my code?” The happiness put a lilt in his tone that was unmistakable, and it made Derek sick to his stomach.

Derek chose to not answer, to not give in to the man’s sick pleasure. He glanced over to Prentiss, then to JJ through the rear-view mirror before the Freeman started to talk again.

‘I’ll take your silence as a yes,” he let out a breath, “but, either way, it won’t be worth it, Derek. You won’t like what you see.”

The line went dead again, Derek punching the steering wheel in frustration. He let out a huff, feeling a knot form in his throat. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, to choke Freeman out, but all he could do was find a faster way to get to that damned house before Freeman hurt Y/n.

“Morgan,” JJ said softly, doing her best to try and calm him down – when all three of them knew that it wouldn’t work that easy, not when y/n was involved, “what did he say?”

“The son of a bitch is toyin’ with me,” he said, jerking the wheel to the right as they pulled onto Princeton. “Just said I wouldn’t like what I saw, and the line went dead. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”

The two women in the SUV had nothing to say, no answers to his question. You couldn’t really do anything with what Freeman had said. 454 was the only lead they had, and even then, there was no chance that it would come through – especially with Freeman’s words of it won’t be worth it.

They pulled into the driveway of 454 Princeton, and Morgan was the first out of his car, weapon drawn and moving fast. He busted through the door, looking through the empty house. It was kind of like his, laid out in the same way. But the colors were drained, and the floors were caked in layers of dust. 

Derek walked through the first floor, flashlight illuminating the dark rooms and corridors. Nothing was there, no evidence of anyone having been in the house at all. He went up the stairs, eyes darting across the floor, then up to the walls. He froze in his tracks as he looked across the hallway, to the master bedroom door.

Blood.

[bigbadwolf619]

Bheriya Smokes/Tawagoto

Age: 48 (Physically looks 21 as she does not age)

{Bheriya: The Ladies love it}

Race: Wolfman/Demigod

{Bheriya: hey don’t mention the God part}

Gender: Male

{Bheriya: You better believe it}

Occupation: Supernatural Hunter/Hired Pirate/Wrestler/Demon Hunter/Mercenary/Universal Hunter

{Bheriya: Does being a sexy dog count?}

Personality: Overconfident, cocky while being a big womanizer, tends to make out with many attractive dangerous women of different races, especially ones he rescues, loves to fire guns of many types, especially his 2 special gun, can be sadistic towards his enemies in fights, doesn’t take life seriously and tend to joke around, quick to anger especially when drunk with Devil’s Rum, loves Remnant for having so many attractive women of different type, even evil ones, he is actually very honest for a killer, loves to get paid and then have sex with women, most of the time does not react to his pain if he gets impaled or hurt as he just walks it off quite quickly while regenerating, gets excited if an attractive woman attacks him and teases them dodging or blocking, falls for Queen Alpha and doesn’t care about her status, dislikes Kurai but cares for her as a sibling, respects Muetre for his power and strength along with his sly ways, even as a killer he is very smart and knows many languages thanks to Muetre and Gus, talk to his imaginary wolf a lot who somehow came to reality so others can hear and see while able to pet him, doesn’t care if the racist term “doggy” or “dog” is used on him, hates his other 6 half-siblings, hates his Father Rougarou the Wolf God

{Bheriya: Eh he was a dick anyway}

Skills/Power: As a Wolfman, Bheriya possesses claws and agility as well as good hearing and sniffing like his kind , but as a Demigod he has many powerful abilities along with being physically super strong and nearly invulnerable regenerating body that most of the time cannot take damage and when he does take damage he mostly shrugs it off as if it was nothing and carries on attacking, he can actually tear time and space and pull out a crazy weapon out depending where he is, it is actually random whatever he pulls out, even he doesn’t know what he is pulling out but does so anyway, Bheriya can move really fast while able to take on any punishment, his power lets his body generate thunder whenever his angry, he has knowledge on the Devil’s Tongue and can speak in it to cause destruction, Bheriya also knows curses and Reaper abilities thanks to Muetre, he can tear an enemies soul out with his bare-hand, use Reaper Vision to see into the past or little of the future, of an area or someone, Reaper Storage where can store anything in another realm and summon when he wants to, Reaper Travel that lets him click his fingers to instantly teleports wherever he wants to go, his greatest power is his Wolf God form which makes him take on the form of a dark wolf that changes appearance randomly whenever he triggers it, something it would be bigger or smaller, sometime it has extra limbs or can even cover the whole sky, he has the ability to summon many spiritual wolves to aid him and when he howls to the Moon he will become stronger and more wild with his senses enhanced, he has the ability to copy the powers and weapons of his enemies he kills quite like Megaman/Skillfully he can uses both blades and guns while able to withstand their effects as Gabriel’s Rage was so powerful  in destroying in it’s shot that it could tear the users arm off, but Bheriya’s strength can withstand it, Joker’s Laugh drives the user to insanity making them laugh so much, but Bheriya’s already insane nature makes him already adjusted with the SMG, Bheriya is very skilled in using in Hooksword which he can duplicate and throw many times as he wants, he can even enlarge the blade to huge or small sizes, this isn’t the blades ability, it is actually Bheriya doing this somehow

{Bheriya: Why have 1 when you can have 100?}

Weapons/Tools: Many supernatural firearms Gus has made for him, Gabriel's Rage Handgun that can decimate a target or object, Joker’s Laugh SMG which starts off weak but then gets stronger from continuous shooting shredding through the enemy and objects rapidly, this depends on the users sanity, if the are mad then the SMG is stronger, the Hooksword Bheriya took from 1 of his Slavers which are used to torture and discipline Slave Wolfmens, he has 2 on him usually as he can duplicate the blades, he has weapons that he also collected from the Demon Lords and Devils he killed along with other enemies

{Bheriya: If you can do it in video games, why not real life?}

Backstory: {Bheriya: I’m narrating my on Bio here, Ahem...}

I'm Smokes, Bheriya Smokes, before I became a badass or the member of Smokes Enterprise I was a slave, like every other Wolfman, in Ravage Wolfmens were common, nothing like Remnant or fuckin Conton, there were also Gods, 5 Gods to be exact who watched over the world and made sure Hell remained closed, though they weren't really Gods they were seen as that as the real God the Creator was basically the "do your owns shit while not helping sort of guy", but besides that the world, was alright, had nothing to worry about...well 500 years ago anyway, something happened, it wasn't only Ravage, but other worlds

Though Ravage got most of the shit put on it, most of the Gods were somehow killed by an unknown force, only 1 survived, the Wolf God Rougarou, but because the Ethereal World was destroyed he could not use his full-power, so he went mad and sort a vessel to use so he can use his power again, to do this he would need to plant his seed in a poor woman's womb to have a child to take over, but to be sure this works, he raped 7 women, 1 had me, her name was Yorokobi from the East, a woman of the Church a pretty woman...but a bitch, I mean I can't blame her she got raped by a mad dog, out of anger and being kicked out of the Church for having me, she threw me away and I ended up in a Slave Camp of Wolfmens Now the reason why the Wolfmens were getting all the shit was because the God that supports a.k.a the asshole Father of mines was causing trouble and they blamed us for the shit he's done, assholes

Because of that we were hunted or enslaved, we were all scared and weak...well except me, I was rebellious, our slavers were 3 Orc Lords, Jason, Grayson and Mason had as builds stuff for them and lift away things, we were only given rest if we did a decent job, we'd get tortured if we did not do well, when the Orcs found me they named me Tawagoto and to all you Japanese folks you might know what that means, I use to try to escape or not listen, so I use to get most of the punishment, this carried on for 10 years of my life, yet I wasn't scared, at all, just pissed, during that time a voice in my head started talking, and I saw a Wolf made of black smoke, he talked to me and made me feel better, I realized he wasn't real after a while, but that didn't matter

I was still there doing shit, I couldn't take it anymore, the cruel treatment, seeing your own kind killed and raped in front of you, it was driving me insane, so I tried escaping again, but once again that bastard Orc Lord Mason got in the way and because he was a fat muthafucker, he was strong but this didn't make him slow, he beat my ass again but said instead of taking me back that he would kill me instead Of course that failed miserably as my anger and desperation woke something inside of me, I saw Wolf again, I thought he couldn't do anything but he somehow bit Mason's leg and not only that Mason is able to see him, I thought I lost my mind and seeing things, but he tells me "Do it! Do it now!" I wondered what he meant before my hand transformed into a dark monster like hand and I slashed the bastard's eye out, while he was in pain I ran as fast as I can in the distance and cried in joy being free finally

I had no idea what happened to me but I broke out after all those years, after that I came to the City of Jibana, the place they claim God watches over, yeah right, he's pretty much left this world to rot what with the Demons broken loose and some living casually in the criminal underworld, sadly the Apartheid was here too and no one liked seeing a Wolfman civilized, so bad that some kids started chasing me for no reason and wanted to kick my ass, I ran but ended up in a dead end, I told them to leave me alone then they end up beating the living shit out of me, 1 even had a bat smashing my skull, they pissed me off so much that my Monster side woke up again and I shredded all those little shits up, now I know how Lucy feels, I ran from there and saw what I'm able to do, this sort of made me more crazy...but happy at the same time I realized with this power I can kill those who wrong me, I picked up a pipe as back up while trying to Master my power, I then went on killing people who tried getting at me, I even killed slavers and rescued some of my kind, of course this meant that the heat would be on my ass

The Order noticed my activity and wanted to stop me, to be honest I was kinda scared, these guys were the hunter of beasts I knew these dicks would be too strong for me, but trying to escape them was impossible, in the end I had to fight them head on with my lead pipe and claws, I managed to beat them and kill them, then put their heads on spikes to spread the word of me, after that I became known as the Butcher of Jibana killing any fools getting in my way, but the Order didn't give up in hunting me and sent their living weapons the Silver Maidens, a bunch of woman who all seem to be attractive, likely because the woman in charge of their transformation was a desperate lesbian or something, they are fused with powerful Demon Blood becoming the ultimate killing machines in Jibana, once they attacked me I thought I could beat the easily...how wrong I was

The girls turn out to be a challenge for me as I take them all on with their speed, strength and power combined, they weren't messing around, I got badly hurt but it only just pissed me off to the point that I started to kick their asses hard, I managed to overpower them but 1 of them went berserk and became an Awakened Being, I nearly got killed but my Wolf side just made me go crazy and I defeated her with my power, this stopped her healing and weakened her, I then shouted to the citizens that Jibana is mine and that no one could mess with me, no one Jibana then became my playground, I could do whatever I want and no one could stop me...except him

The man with the hat, smokes every minute with a cigar that smells like death, Muetre Smokes, during 1 of my time messing around I raided a shop and killed some people while the others ran off, I ate all their stuff and gave some to Wolf too since he was my only friend then, but when I was having fun, in comes the old man himself, it turns out that the Order couldn't actually beat me, so they got him instead, I attacked but only managed to scratch his arm, the old man was tricky and after an intense battle, he beat my ass, I then couldn't take it anymore and waited for him to kill me, but he instead offered me something, offered me a job

After a while I accepted when he mention I could be a free citizen and that I will be treated equally like everyone else, it sounded like bullshit to me but it was either accept that or be put down like a common dog, after being known as dead and renamed to my sexy name the ladies know me by, Bheriya Smokes, during my time with the old man I met up with that blood bitch Kurai, the daughter of Vlad who I hear was the big time of Ravage but got his ass handed to him by Muetre,  I hear that Vlad scared Heaven and Hell so I wondered how the old man killed him and how he kicked my ass easily, I was trained by him and overtime I started to understand how to use firearms and other weapons, made by Muetre’s Engineer Gus who never shows his face, he might be fuck ugly but damn the stuff he makes is crazy, I hear her can make things in his sleep

At first I sucked, I sucked badly at my jobs, my first job was in the world of Remnant where I was suppose to find a Demon posing as a Huntsman in their world, bastard was skilled and kept cutting me up but thanks to my rage I barely managed to kill him, this was too crazy for me, when I did a job in Ravage I was attacked by another Silver Maiden but this 1 was actually tough and powerful so bad she nearly killed me by cutting off my head, I thought it was over but I wake 2 weeks after back in my new home with my head fully regenerated, Muetre had been waiting for me to wake up to say that I was fuckin up, so he said he will join me in a job, the job was to kill the 3 Orc Lords Jason, Grayson and Mason

Something in me pulsed, I felt excited, I was gonna murder the bastards who made my life a living Hell, after getting ready we went to the La Vanille Manor, the Master of the place was a half-human and half-demon named Joie Vanille who own many Wolfmen slaves as workers and maids, the prick had 10 Wolfman women dressed as maids around him all bowing at us, he found it weird that I wasn’t walking around in chains, Muetre explained to him that I was a citizen and I was his adopted son, which he found funny, a dog let off his leash, but after negotiating, Vanille had 1 of his maids show me around the barn behind the Manor where the other Slaves are, I waited for Muetre while he was talking with that dick, I then asked where the 3 Orc Lords were and the maid showed me

I saw them all, doing their usual, Jason the eldest of the brothers and the brains, he usually tortures his slaves to the point where they want to die, he breaks them badly, I would know because I’ve seen the shit he’s done, especially to me, Grayson, the middle brother who usually forced the Slaves even if they’re exhausted or tired he’d make them carry on or kill them brutally, the last and youngest 1 of them Mason, the dick who’s been tormenting me the most, being the strongest of them he usually crippled the Slaves, especially those who tried to escape, I can see the scar I gave him when I escaped, I saw Jason do the usual and attempted to rape Slave that tried to escape, I still remember what he said to me during my torture, “The only thing you will know is pain and agony”, I confronted him

While Jason pulled his pants down I called him out asking if he remembers me before I pulled out a little gun Gus put in my watch and fired at him, it wasn’t any ordinary gun, once it goes in you, you’re already dead, but before he died I said to him, “The only thing you will know is pain and death” before he bursted like a bloody balloon, Mason came out and saw me, because the gun was a 1 shot, I ran out, but I wanted to face him head on, we fought each other and he cut my pipe but I used the cut pieces to stab his knees and took his Hooksword and started cutting him up with it while smiling, it was the best moment of my life, finally payback, then I took his gun and shot his head off killing him, panicking that dick Grayson tried to escape with his bike, but I couldn’t fire at him since the gun at poor range but then I saw Graysons torso get shot off clean, I see behind me that Muetre shot him, of course the douche Vanille wasn’t happy with what we did but Muetre clicked his fingers and we disappeared

I finally felt clear and happy, they say revenge won’t make you feel better, but I felt fuckin great, after that I wanted to get better, I wanted to get stronger, so over the years Muetre has had some old friends show me how to fight, use a gun, know how to use weapons, he even tutored me shit you learn in school, taught me how to be charming, well I can be charming, in my own way if you know what I mean, he taught me how to speak and interact with people along with making me learn many languages just in case our client was foreign, I hunted many bastards down and done many jobs, I started making a rep for myself, becoming the Big Bad Wolf

During my time as a teen, my visit to the strip club when Muetre had to do talk with owner was great, I was glad a Demon was gonna attack the place because during Muetre’s meeting with the client I was kept company by many girls of different races, even Faunas, they showed me many great things and because of that I just love hot babes regardless of what race they are, so long as they’re sexy it’s fine by me, I’ll go for 1 that might try to kill me while looking gorgeous, sexy times are the best time for me, along with killing and getting paid

I found the bitch that cut my head off when I was younger, she actually had my old head on her wall, I was still pissed for that fight, so I fought her 1 more time and boy was she surprised when I ended up mutilating her ass, it was so satisfying, especially when her bravado broke, I didn’t hate the Silver Maidens after that, in fact that 1 I fought and went apeshit actually managed to turn back human, Muetre cured her when she had to be contained out of hospitality, in return she chose to become our maid, I kinda felt guilty for what i did to her by cutting her arm off, so I said to her that if she ever needed me I’ll be there to back her up

1 of my missions involved me saving a newborn baby from a sacrificial ritual in Yharnam (yes the Bloodborne world, I have been there too), but this was no ordinary baby, oh no, it was a humanoid squid baby, no-no I’m serious, I’m not bullshitting you, I mean he was kinda cute but annoying as hell, very clingy, he seem to like me so much and he kept wrapping around my head and you can imagine how much of a pain it is to shoot while that’s happening, I had to protect the little bastard, but was it over when I got him back home? No, the client then paid us to babysit the little bastard until he grows up, apparently he is a Deity, a newborn God meant to take charge of Ravage and fix it, but the problem was he only becomes 1 year older every century, so you can imagine how long he’ll be with us...fuck

You guys wonder why I hate my Dad so much right, not only did he abandon me and Mum and got her to dump me, not only did he make the Wolfmens take all the shit, he tries to fuck me over, you know how? He finds me doing a job and then tries to take my body away! The only reason he wanted to have us was he needed a vessel because unlike him, me and my half-brothers and sisters can use our power without the Ethereal Realm, because of that I hated him so much that I wanted to kill him myself and 1 day I will!

But just when you think that’s the only bad shit happening, what happens next, I get Satan interested in me, because he recognizes my Dad’s power in me, he thought that he could use me to take over Heaven, but everyone he has sent to take me has been killed by me and sent back, 1 day I was visited by my Mother who wanted to start over, she said that her insanity made her do wrong things, apparently she had another child and wanted me to join the family, but after everything I was thinking about it and after while I kinda accepted, a dumb move but I did, i told Muetre I’d retire and finish, surprisingly he was calm about it and let me off

Before I went to my Mum’s new place I was ambushed by the Demon Lords who wanted to take me to Satan, but I killed every last 1 off them, however this was actually a distraction as they actually were targeting my Mother and baby Sister’s home, I panicked and tried to get there in time, but they were butchered and killed, even after my Mother dumped me, I still got enraged for what they did to her and my sister, I was told who was responsible, a Vampire named Edward Black, after that I searched for the fucker causing a rampage around Ravage

After months of searching I found his place and wrecked it killing and butchering his army and guards, then we fought each other, he was a tough bastard and actually gave me a hard time but I ended up mortally wounding him, oh so I thought, it turned out when his blood spilled on me, it actually took control of me, he had me shoot myself with my own gun and then sent me to Hell, that dick set a trap on me, I later woke up trapped with the Chains of Judas, I couldn’t use my power or strength, Satan had his bitch Tormentum torture me until I swore to serve the bastard to help him raid Heaven, this carried on for weeks but it felt like years, I was losing my mind and getting crazy while resisting, I was even talking to Wolf in my head to calm me, but that wasn’t enough

I then realized destiny and fate can really fuck you over, that it can mess with you if it don’t like you, eventually I thought, fuck fate and fuck destiny, this is my life, I can do whatever I want my way, Chains that drains my power, fuck it I don’t need to abide by the rules or follow logic, I got so pissed that I broke out of my chains and became a Wolf God, using my new form and power I caused a rampage in the whole of Hell and killing many Demons including that bitch Tormentum, after turning back I wanted payback and hunted Satan within Hell, in the end and I found him and after our intense fight and when he tried to use the Godkiller on me, I managed to beat him and murder the son of a bitch, I took his gun and his Chariot, which turned into a Monster Truck for me and got me out of Hell

Muetre was actually waiting for me outside knowing I’d kill Satan and win in the end, after that I joined him again and started to hunt more and more, years passing by I was known by my rep and killed so many fuckers that I have the 2ND highest body count on Ravage, close to Muetre’s, after some time Kurai got kidnapped by her Uncle and the bastard that set a trap for me, I went to confront myself and save Kurai, I found Black and finally killed him, after that I became known in the other worlds too, this wolf wasn’t going to die anytime soon, badass in the hunt and sexy for the babes, oh yeah, Awooooooo!