Posts by Arthur Morgan

FULL NAME: Ivory Petunia Haven

— nicknames goes by haven, when people figure out his middle name, 9/10 they call him flower boy, tunny, tunia or pet (which is his least favorite)

AGE: twenty two years old

GENDER: cisgender male

SEXUALITY: homosexual, homoromantic

USERNAME: flowerking

RACE: elf

CLASS: warrior

WEAPON: haven currently has a pair of swords that he personally doesn't enjoy using but also doesn't mind them. although this guy can literally fight with anything, hand him whatever you can find and he will fight with it.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: outgoing, vibrant, vigilant, wholesome, smartass, petty, patient, no hesitation, fuckable, straight too the point, papa wolf, excitable, grumpy, forgiving (can’t hold a grudge, gets over things quick, waste of time), nurturing, vulgar, overcritical (of himself), "I don't know who you think you talking too", "I ain't the bitch too fuck with", "try again sweetheart", serious when he needs to be,

APPEARANCE: haven's avatar appearance is similar to that of his regular, real world one. the only thing that is differences are the pointed ears and a few of the horrid burn scars that cover his back and chest. compared to other elves within the universe, Haven is a towering man that hovers at about 6'5, but his body shape is lean and long limbed. square shaped shoulders and a broad chest, Haven doesn't appear to have much of a muscular frame as is true. slightly curved and plump in regions that leave ones head turning, majority of his body is covered in thick, permeant ink. against his palish skin there holds various gang related and personal tattoos that are attached to his person, some holding close meaning while others were imitation reminders of the life of crime that he has left behind.

— faceclaim machine gun kelly

— references i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii. viii.

HISTORY: majority of his history is in his head canons!

HEADCANONS:

— obsessed with mangos? will do just about anything for those damn things, as the reason for his username

— was in a gang for a short time, ended up going to prison for three years because he ended up beating someone up to the brick of their life.

— had also been heavily addicted to heroine, but managed to get his shit together and have a better life for himself

— Works three jobs in order to survive

— Haven works at a bar, a locally owned coffee shop and as a tattoo apprentice (he only needs three more months until he can go on his own)

— Often gets weird looks because of his choice of appearance; the tattoos mainly being it. Has gotten very rude comments about his looks while working at the coffee shop or while on the street.

— doesn't look as though it bothers him, but it high key does. though he knows it punishment for the lifestyle he lived for such a long time, kinda things its only right

TW for incest/sexual assault: had an older cousin that used to baby sit him that would assault him whenever she came over. This happened a lot, but he never told anyone about it; as much as he loved his parents he felt they wouldn’t believe him as they’ve made rude comments about this sort of thing in the past. However it got worse as she would bring one of her friends to come help hurt him, then her boyfriend; but thankfully she moved away and he never had to see her again.

— has an abusive father who tormented the hell out of his whole family; was riddled with anger issues as well as a drug addiction.

— one night got super super pissed off, the man got so angry that haven has never seen before and ended up locking his whole family out of the house and setting the home on fire

— haven had been able to escape the flames but his mother and younger sibling was unable to escape, he ended up with sever burns on majority of his back and chest

— had a very close friend who unfortunately died through the acts of gang violence; misses him every day

— got a tattoo in his memory, the name Antonia wrapped through a bundle of sunflowers on his forearm, they had been his favorite type of flower.

— also got a tattoo in memory of both his mother and younger sister; one is a grey scale fox on the side of his arm for his little sister and two sparrows with a background of peonies for his mother

— Has a few gang tattoos; 303 is placed on his right forearm, most noticeable one and it

— kills every plant, can’t keep them alive more then a week or two

— to a fan of sugar but very much a lower of sour candies ad other sour things

— eye for detail

— has no idea what hesitation is man, like its bad you gotta hold him back or he would straight up just nose dive into a dark cave without even thinking

— only likes Arizona fruit punch tea, fuck any other type or flavor

— even through all of the darkness that he went through, Haven is still bright and loving.

— doesn’t let himself dwell on the bad, tries to push forward even if some days are harder then others

— touches the sunflower tattoo whenever he is having a particularly rough day or if he is mentally

— stressed out too the max

— juice connoisseur, a man connoisseur probably

— probably the type of guy to get his dogs fur dyed several colors and little feathers in it (the good stuff for dogs)

— smells like mangos, coconut and jasmine flowers

— bad ad boujee on a budget

— girls are pretty but men are so much better

— oh god lord men are his weakness

— the embodiment of the tik Tok of where people that walk out naked in front of their partners

— no pants no problems (and he has none wink wonk)

— himbosexual

— bitchsexual

— anymanthatwillpulldowntheirpantsinadinerbathroomsexual

— whoops a bit of a slutty slut

— but thats okay he’s pretty down low about it

— not when he be in a relationship tho ph boi

— experiences night terrors and nightmares a lot

— has a very genuine, soft smile

— will punch you in the face if need be

— more street smart then book smart, which is useful in certain situations

— throws a mean punch, but won't go out of his way to fight anyone

— took him a long time to overcome angry issues, but he still has his moments

— I'll add more later!

PLOTTING THREAD OR DISCORD? im chill with discord, I honestly prefer it but im okay with whatever others wanna do!

FULL NAME. Jormungandr Diavolo Aeneas Mephistopheles

NICKNAME(S). Jorm, Diavolo, Diablo, J, Aneneas, blonde baby, pet

CODENAME. these are tbd later

AGE. nineteen years old

DATE OF BIRTH.

ZODIAC. scorpio

SEXUALITY. asexual, greyromantic

APPEARANCE.

☆ tall man, 6'8; the Mephistopheles family tree was well known for producing tall men, in his current family he is the third shortest

☆ blonde hair, it goes past his ears and often times he will pull it back into a small bun or put little braids in them

☆ chocolate brown eyes

☆ littered with various scars from his past life, was severely abused throughout his childhood and teenage years; the worst one being the whip scars that cover his entire back. he also has little cigaret burns in his forearms from when his father burned him but also self caused bc he wanted to try and feel things

☆

BODY MODIFICATIONS. i’ll post several of them upon discord

FACE CLAIM. Lucus Till

VOICE CLAIM. Joel from the last of us, but his southern accent is stronger

PERSONALITY.

a bubbly and sweet blonde baby that always seen smiling. While through that big, toothy grin hides a sick beast who needs a master to call it back. Jorm gets twisted with his ideas of slaying, in-depth knowledge of the unique ways that one can split a skull in half or rip out ones stomach without killing its victim. Sadistic and masochistic, this blonde baby is anything but what he portrays himself to be. Many that are close to him know the horrors that are easily emplaced the moment this man is given the chance to inflict pain, but he does understand when there is a line that must not be crossed. No matter how much he wants to rip out someones teeth, Jorm has a sense of mercy and will kill you with one clean slice to the throat if he deems you worth a clean kill. Similar to that go a great white, he is blinded by the smell of blood and makes it his goal to inflict as much pain upon a person as they physically can until they choke on their own blood. A man with a talent of taking people apart, a master at the art of torture extracting what he wants out of another human being. Breaking their will and turning them into something that never knew they could be, a hound of hell wrapped in pretty gold locks and porcelain smiles.

Outside of the job, he is very sweet and very loving. A natural cuddle bug and big spoon, he’ll walk you to your car during the middle of the night and give you his jacket on a cold night when you forget yours. Someone that’ll hold the door open for you, pay for your coffee and offer to help you move; generous and gentle fall between the lines of his sadistic behaviors but most wouldn’t know about this little fact when first meeting him.

HISTORY.

Jorm was brought into a family of satanic worshippers, born from a mother that tries to sacrifice him to the devil near the fireplace but was beaten down before she could set the baby Jorm aflame. while some believe that killing off their flesh and blood is to be a way to elevate ones status in the eyes of satan, the birth of Jorm was seen as a moment of relief. a moment in which his family could rest as they finally were able to produce a son, a son worth leading the cult that his beloved father took the reigns over when his own father was unable to lead. Expectations were placed upon the blonde baby the moment he took his first breath and there was no escaping it.

a life that can only be described as horrendous, a life that seemed to hold a key into how he's become such a master tormentor. He had no other life and while growing up he believed the way he lived was normal and that those that didn’t follow his family were the strange ones, how people make a face of pure terror when they hear the name Mephistopheles.

Jormungandr Diavolo Aeneas Mephistopheles, a mouthful of a name but it held respect among those that followed his family and their cultish ways. Through generations each male would possess the name of their father, if they so happen to be the son of a leader; only those that serve the darkness of the lord could pass on their name, those that weak willed and pathetic were stripped from the family name and ripped apart by four horses. Jormungandr was the spitting image of his father, a man that wielded an iron fist and butchers knife. Those that followed his father feared him, they never wanted to cross paths with the man that they bend the knee too. He was a king, he was savior and was the one that deemed their fates; he was their satanic god and he damn well did what he pleased. Jormungandr was born to become a spitting image of his father, someone that will make his family proud of, someone that’ll be even more threatening than that of his past patriarchs.

Baby kisses were replaced with pin needles, story books filled with cotton candy clouds and fluffy unicorns were replaced by haunting tales of demons and the gates of hell, a place that he was taught to be perfect. A place that he would be lucky to get into, rewarded with doing the acts of which satan himself vowed to do. A little baby harden by the absent of love and kindness, his soul was shattered the moment he could talk and was nothing more than a barbaric gentleman. Whips and chains were his nightly embrace, a hot cattle brand was imprinted into his flesh when he struck the age of sixteen as a sign of loyalty to his father,

HEADCANONS.

☆ Not so secret masochistic, there isn’t limit with him.

☆ can rip out someones throat with his teeth, weird thing for blood and can easily drink that stuff without throwing up

☆ His teeth are actually stained red from how many times he’s used his

☆ Surprised he hasn’t gotten some kind of disease from biting people, but oh well.

☆ Naturally sharp teeth, slightly pointed

☆ Can rip a phone book in half

☆ But he’s so gentle? Big baby

☆ Odaxelagnia; a fancy word for a biting fetish

☆ Before he was taken hostage, he had a little girl named Clover who was his whole world; but now has no idea he even has a child.

☆ Little burn marks of cigarets line his forearm, many of them are old from when he was growing up. There are some new ones as he inflicts it upon himself, just to see if he can feel anything.

☆ Congenital Analgesia; a rare condition that renders him from being able to feel physical pain.

☆ Coloring books that have curse words in them? Yep

☆ tongue ring; his tongue is split down the middle so he has two on each piece

☆ if he isn't lazy jorm will go out of his way and hang his victims up in the air by their skin and make them look like angels; he calls them blood angels since everything in their back is fully exposed as he cuts away the skin and uses that along with heavy duty string

☆ When he kills people the last thing they see is his big, cute toothy grin; you can consider that a signature style that he has, always seen smiling while hurting people

☆ birds really like him, they kinda follow him around

☆ can mash a persons skull in with the heel of his boot

☆ can pull apart a persons spine, he'll keep a vertebrae if he feels like cleaning one

☆ An underlining reason why he inflicts so much pain on people before he actually kills them is because he physically can’t feel any pain himself, in a way he gets off on this

☆ Knows how to break everyone bone in the human body, can tell you which bone he is breaking (medical terms)

☆ Pliers, box cutters, hammers and screw drivers

☆ obsessed with bright colors, rainbows especially

☆ has an infectious laugh

☆ signature note of killing is he’ll cut out his victims cheeks and sometimes their tongue; he does that with people that talk too much or he finds overly annoying

☆ what does he do with those cheeks and tongue? most the time he burns them, but sometimes he’ll keep them and put them in food because why the hell not (this is rare though)

☆ makes really good dips and homemade chips

☆ borderline psychopath

☆ also makes really good sugar cookies

☆ eat honey like it’s going out of style, so he naturally smells like honey

☆ only eats steak rare, borderline raw if we are being honest

☆ takes people’s fingernails off with pliers and cuts off people’s balls with box cutters

☆ once shoved a hot piece of metal down a mans throat, turning him into a human shiskab

☆ massive kink with knots and tying people up

☆ prefers soft life saver over the hard ones

☆ will lick his victims

☆ calls salem, the female taurus, mistress while the two of them are interacting with their victim

☆ wears a specially made collar that has been engraved with the word "Pet" as Salem calls him pet

☆ doesn't really take it off

☆ whips? yes please

☆ if you degrade him or step on him he will get a boner

☆ bites ice cream

☆ gives off vibes of ken kaneki from the anime tokyo ghoul after the torture he endured, but he still has a bubbly putter shell

☆ can break his own bones and still not flinch, the pros of having a condition of not being able to feel pain

☆ very friendly, likes most people so he tends to take it harder when the people he cares about get hurt; physically or mentally.

☆ doesn’t matter how small or how big, he’ll rip out their teeth and shove them down their throat if someone were to make them uncomfortable or hurt their feelings

☆ pouts when his victims die early

☆ southern accent, cute as a button

☆ has a hard time reading, it takes him a little longer than most

☆ kinda self conscious about this, but he doesn’t show it

☆ never regrets what he does, thinks his treatment is just

☆ easily can shatter your jaw with one punch

☆ likes to rip out people’s hearts, he finds them so interesting and cool to look at

☆ the idea of jorm coming back from a mission with a completely exposed bone makes me excited, maybe he just pops it back into place while other people are amazed that he hadn’t passed out from such 'pain'

☆ trigger for domestic violence; Jorm was in an abusive relationship with his had been fiancé, both physically and emotionally.

☆ might be a reason why Jorm is more ruthless against victims that happen to have a history of domestic violence, he can never put a finger as to why he is he just feels like its right

☆ looks like the man to listen to hardcore metal but he prefers soft classical music or soft rock

☆ if he’s staring at you he’s either thinking about how pretty you’d look without skin or thinking how pretty you are naturally

☆ if his victims scream he often taunts them

☆ the power of his words cut so deep they can sever life lines

☆ covered in tattoos, used for alternative modeling or sometimes he will cover them up with makeup

☆ keeps little vials of blood from his victims, more so as a prize but also because he enjoys putting some of it into a drink.

☆ actually likes the feeling of people trailing their fingers or hands on his body

☆ plays classical or rock music when he’s

☆ loves to take showers with other people; not in a sexual way, Jorm just loves close physical contact with others

☆ ties his hair out of his face when working, hates when blood gets in his hair

☆ leather black boots and leather gloves

☆ probably can dissect an animal in under five minutes (or a person in under an hour)

☆ hates sleeping in the dark so he leaves a lamp on

☆ nipples pierced

☆ the other zodiacs tend to come to Jorm when it comes to the most effective ways of keeping a target alive, he never tells the same idea twice so everyone will get their own little fun.

☆ loves to braid hair!!

☆ designated cuddle buddy, he loves to hold people and hug them; little spoon energy

☆ blows bubbles

☆ has a three year old daughter named Clover, she was the only thing in his past life that made him sane and the only thing he loved

☆ when he isn't working Jorm is gentle as they come, always smiling and being a big kid

☆ as nonreglious as they come; could be considered satanic

☆ down low probably is a cannibal, can easily create a fancy meal with the flesh of human beings and you wouldn't know it was human meat

☆ has jars of human hearts in his room

☆ can knit?

☆ since he is unable to feel any sort of pain, his father was more brutal with him than his other siblings as he wanted him to feel some sort of pain

☆ a man that can rip out your tongue with his bare hands but those exact hands can rock a crying baby too sleep

☆ play with his hair and you got a buddy for life

☆ doesn't get freaked out by anything, nothing really bothers him or sets him off

☆ does all the grocery shopping for the team, often makes them write down what they want on a piece of paper attached to the fridge

☆ often seems to know when he sneaks a little something into the cart

☆ personal jungle gym for Delia, doesn't even mind

☆ she is the only one that is allowed to do his makeup

☆ only likes bubbly sparking water

☆ only likes the blackberry, lime, mango and peach flavored ones

☆ prefers to eat grilled cheese sandwiches

☆ Calls Delia ‘little monkey’ when she’s climbing all over him

☆ Prefers little Reeses cups over the regular ones

☆ Honestly could munch on a human throat if you let him

☆ If he has a water gun it probably has blood in it

☆ leaves sweet notes on both Delia and Amora’s door every morning

☆ has self confidence issues with his body as he is covered in scars and cult afflicted tattoos

☆ would cut out anyones heart that messes with his girl

☆ calls Delia ‘his girl’ because she is and will cut out anyones tongue that says other wise

☆ willing to die for his friends, they mean more to him than anything

☆ takes 4 hours to cover all his tattoos, hates doing it

☆ with his scars he often receives nasty comments about how they look; so he often has them removed from the image

☆ soft for back rubs and playing his hair, he often will fall asleep

☆ he scares children, it happens all the time

☆ loves the feeling of people trailing their fingers on his body, it gives him a warm feeling

☆ finger painting is also therapeutic, but with blood

☆ creates signature cocktails and lets Delia taste test them

☆ has a certain smile that he only shows when you've royally fucked with him

WEAPON(S) OF CHOICE. preferably his teeth, but Jorm loves using variety of knives, box cutters, pliers, tools and a blow torch

STYLE. ripping out their throat with his teeth, pulling apart peoples spine, mincing fingers and toes, ripping off toe and finger nails, dissecting organs, breaking the chest cavity and ripping out hearts-- that's his favorite. jorm's style is bloody and disgusting, it's horrendous and leaves anyone who finds his crime scene to have nightmares for weeks to come.

TRADEMARK(S).

BLOOD ANGELS when jorm is feeling creative, which is most of the time, he will cut the meat off of his victims back to where everything is exposed. He will then tie heavy duty string into the skin and hoist the people up within the air, their skin making it seem as though they have bloody wings. The tormented part of this that his victims are alive through this whole process, they watch as their own inners fall out from behind them as they hang high up within the air as gravity plays against them.

BOWELS IN OR BOWELS OUT: a common question that Jorm will ask his victims whenever he decides he wants to hang someone. through this aspect of torture, he will tie a nose around their neck and take a pair of hair cutting scissors (or anything sharp) and cut through their belly. soon after he will push them out a window or from any high place and in which their inners are ripped out of their body by the force of the rope around their necks.

SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY: very much a gentleman if he is required to hurt a female target (or if it happens to be a very cute guy), but don’t get it twisted. Man or woman, you’ll feel the full wrath of his tortured hand. He becomes very affectionate and sweet, explaining everything that he is doing and everything that he will be doing. A gentle hand, soothing their cries and making them feel as much peace as they possible can until the end (when he’s being nice to the target it means that is isn’t going to full on torture them, a quicker death than most)

BLOOD DIAMOND: when he’s being lazy he’ll cut up his targets face up real good to the point that there is only crimson red all over their face. Then he’ll take a blow torch and take it to their face, the heat will then start to crystalize the blood as well as burning away the flesh.

HE ATE MY HEART will take out his targets heart, while it’s still beating and they are still faintly alive he will take a large bite out of it if he doesn’t want that particular heart. He does it because he can and likes the taste and texture that is of a heart, so sometimes if he isn’t careful he’ll end up eating the whole thing and nothing left to put in a jar.

SKILL(S).

can break every bone in a persons body all while naming them, but he's able to keep people alive for long periods of time without actually killing them. brute force, butchering, anything that involves the human anatomy... can bake and cook really well.

BRANDING. this is the mark of their zodiac, may appear anywhere on body. See discord, basic-info channel for more information please link

ROOM. please put a link! (you can also post the image in the notable buildings & rooms channel on the discord)

PINTEREST BOARD. optional, put link tho obviously

PERSONAL PLOTS.

GROUP PLOTS.

OTHER.

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^{I was once an innocent soul, pure as silk and right as rain —}

given name: barnabas irene winters

nicknames/aliases: not fond of nicknames, but hates his name so he introduces himself as barns or rene. called 'dirty bitch' or 'pretty lad' by father winston.

age: 18

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him/his

sexuality: homoromantic, greysexual

role: closeted, scholarship student

appearance: lanky and long limbed, barns body shape is staggering and lean. a brute underneath his thin body frame, he was blessed with genes that gave him his freakishly tall height of 6'5. often the end of peoples tall jokes, one won't see the ever so common facia expression of pure monotone and an eerie calmness that is plastered on his face. rarely there is a smile on his face, even though its one of his most redeeming qualities about his looks; wanting little to no attention upon himself as possible, it'll take a a lot to get him too crack a smile. green gems called his eyes, brown well kept hair and your average school uniform. barnabas didn't come to this school with fashionable clothing or anything close to expensive, the only flashy thing he owns is a expensive necklace that was given to him by

body modifications: three tongue rings, split tongue, small gauges + varies ear piercings, an asian culture inspired dragon tattoo on his shoulder

notable marks/scars: his torso is covered in various scars and markings from the harsh beatings he got from the years of harassment by other kids & nuns, has lots of self harm scars on his thighs and ribcage in an act to make his 'flawless skin' imperfect.

physical disabilities: n/a

faceclaim: bill skarsgård

personality: Barnabas is an intense man that radiates a fume that can be easily set a flame if one struck a match. Becoming engulfed by the anger and rage that he keeps built up inside him, unleashing the hound of hell upon any unfortunate soul that happens to lay in front of his path. Dried up rose petals and cold steel, he makes those around him uncomfortable with his unusual calm aura. Often many are unsure of his true intentions, whether he is truly blissful or planning on ripping your throat out with his teeth. It is left a mystery until he opens his mouth, while through either words of utter disgust and bitterness or words of sweet cream and honey bees— Barnabas has a regal way of speaking. Rarely will you hear a curse split past his lips, seeing how threats can be more terrifying without the need of crude language. Sometimes seen as stuck up with the way he talks, he simply holds himself to high expectations and will often cause others to take a second glance as this man can go from one to hundred in less then three seconds, his regal way of speaking turning into words of pure venom and disgust.

Humble in everything that he does, you’ll never see Barnabas complain about anything or grumble about how something did go as he wanted, since he's grown up with nothing and still doesn't; Barnabas has no time sticking his nose up at other people or objects, being thankful for what he has and can get. He takes the downfalls and turns them into something better, learning from the mistakes that had been made and gaining experience in the future. Although let's not say that Barn doesn't get frustrated or pissed off by the actions of others, the hair line patiences that he's gathered throughout the years growing even more thinner the more people begin to pull at it. Easily irritable, Barn will not hesitate to rip you a new one if you manage to piss him off (which isn't that hard) as he is ticking time bomb with a face that screams either emotionless or calmness, there is no in-between. It seems, however, that he holds an advantage above others in this fact; as much as he is an angry man, you'll never know when he might explode. You just have to prepare yourself for the storm, you won't know when or how powerful it might be. All you know is that you must be ready for the rampage sea that will swallow you whole if you aren't careful. While he tries his hardest to keep a relaxed composure on his face, a look that makes others uncomfortable as they know the type of flames that radiate underneath that cold, calm exterior. A smile plastered upon his face as he takes in the unavoidable, laughing in the face of those that try to defile him. Laughter that piercing the ear drums and leaves you wanting to die, the blood soaked hound was a walking pillar of smooth ocean shores.

Baby kisses and candy drops, a smile sweet as sugar yet deadly as a viper. A demon with a heart filled with loved blessed fluids and lavender steams make it seem like a fairy tale dream. Barn has his moments of pure bliss, a killer that has a gentle hand and a relatively peaceful. Uncommon and perhaps rare, Barnabas can be very loving and even down right sweet. However his ultimate sweetness is reserved and placed on the highest cabinet in a wine cellar, aging to perfection as he has not dared to open it, to allow others to drink the finely aged fluid and embrace the warm feelings they'd soon get the moment they bellies were filled with his expensive liquid. The idea of showing that kind of weakness made him want to throw up, horrid reminders of what happened to him the moment he allowed himself to be that weak. Broken bones and a shattered heart, a feeling ever more painful than anything physical that laid upon him. Sweet honeysuckles and jasmine tea, Barnabas is a hidden sweetheart that bleeds cotton candy pink. He displays himself as a beast when in reality he is nothing short but a loving soul; it's just hidden behind bared wire.

A king of blood and a god of torture, claws sharp as spears and teeth sharp as knives. He’ll rip out your inners and force you to watch, a sadistic man that will put your heart in a jar and send it to your closest relative. Feeding off the fear of those around him, it appears he gets stronger the longer you scream. Your lungs exploding from the sheer force of your own will power, blood filled coughs as Barnabas crushes your windpipe with the palm of his hand. While he expresses himself as a man that wants to be left alone, a quiet man that keeps to himself and despises the idea of human interaction; he'll ruin your damn life through the acts of bloody knuckles and shattered teeth. A beast that never backs down from a challenge, porcelain canines stained light pink from the constant use of tearing through flesh, Barn is the embodiment of everything you fear and more but shines through with a twisted smile.

moral alignment: neutral good borderline just neutral all together

mbti: intp

mental illnesses: ptsd

likes: shiny objects, cigarettes, sweets, quiet, nighttime, birds, being made fun of, physical pain, knives, exercise, painting, jewelry (more so rings), wine or whiskey, biting, taking care of his nails, being alone.

dislikes: being touched, sex, reminded of his abuse, sour candies, raisin cookies that look like chocolate chip, yellow, love, school beds (too small for him), clear alcohol, crowds.

fears: father winston.

ambitions: getting as far away from virgina, or at least charlottesville, can't stand being here. the death of father winston, making a name for himself in spite of what others may say.

history summary:

dried up rose petals and gravel roads, the soft sounds of a babies cry filled the night air as a swaddled up baby was placed on the door step of catholic orphanage. he was left unwanted, but maybe they had a little love for him since they didn’t toss him in the garbage. barnabas liked to look at it that way, but the pain he was left to endure through the hands of a religious man and holy nuns have left him thinking— perhaps freezing to death in a garbage can would have been better then this.

growing up in the orphanage was hard, he was often left out of group activities and the other children stayed away from him as if he had the plague. a look of disgust was always in their eyes, as if he was a monster. there was no one to protect him from the harassment that came from the other kids, sneaky in everything they did. pulling his hair, pushing him down the stairs, kicking his stomach and locking him in supple closest. throughout his time at the catholic orphanage, barns bonded with one child and her name had been marigold. he cared for her as if she was his sister, they were close up until she had been adopted. pain shot through him as he knew he would be alone once again, his only friend gone forever. three pink jelly bracelets wrap around his wrists to this day as a reminder of marigold, the girl that shined through his darkness.

pray away your sins, the way his body ached after father winston had his way with the young boy would make your stomach ache. tears of crimson running down the boys face as his body was left with bruises that reminded him who he belonged too, a strong hand covering his mouth as to silence the pleading cries of young barnabas. no matter how much he begged for him to leave him alone, no matter how many times he told the sisters of the orphanage that he didn’t wanna be alone with that man always fell upon deaf ears. he was used like a wash cloth, tossed to the side as to let it dry out to be used once again. in the beginning, father winston took pity in the child as he had no one in his corner. he wanted to give the young barns a friendly face, a person he could confined in about anything. a father figure if you will, but it appeared he had more plans then just being a shoulder to cry on.

starting off small, father winston would make naughty comments about barns body. how his body fit well in his uniform, his pretty his smile was— a reason as to why you’ll never see him smiling. he didn’t wanna scare off the child, but barns had developed an uncomfortable feeling about the older man, but he didn’t wanna get rid of the only support he ever had. willing to endure the weird comments, he didn’t pay much mind to it as they were far and few. however, one night when barns was cleaning an alter— father winston came up from behind and had sexually touched him, putting his hands all over his body until he had been satisfied with what he wanted. barns didn’t know how to react, his throat had been squeezed to keep his little cries muffled. ever since then father sam would request a private meeting with him, which only ensured them a moment of privacy as he had his way with him. the sexual abuse started when he was nine years old up until he turned seventeen years old, even though barns had turned into a giant of a man— he still felt powerless at the hands of father winston.

pretty brunette locks and amber eyes, skin tan as caramel and a laugh that soothed the buzzing hornets within his head. barnabas let himself catch feelings for a boy that didn’t even know his name, the only interact he had with him was when he stuck up for him when other children were harassing him. starved of pleasant emotions, barns latched upon that and sucked it completely dry. he couldn’t get the guy outta his head no matter how much he tried, a soft pink hue grew upon his face. barns had gotten the courage to express his feelings towards him, but it ended horribly. at the end of it, barns pushed himself deeper into the closet then he ever had been before— the feelings of love disgusted him. growing up he’s had twisted people show their ‘love’ for him in awful ways, he’s never learned to proper way to love another person and he feels as though he never will. love disgusted him, repulsed by the sights of any sign of affection or sexual advances. skin crawling at the feeling of anyone touching him, barns would rather have a brand against his skin then that of another human being.

“don’t ever talk to me again you disgusting f*g” the boy bellowed, his first slamming into his rib cage and squeezing out the oxygen from his lungs. pain shot through his body, it was being mashed up into little pieces as the brunette left him broken and bloody. while the physical pain was horrid, the pain in his chest was far too much for him to handle. through the beating he endured, barns was reminded of how disgusting he was— not only because he fancied the sight of boys over the girls, but because he was tainted. how he was used up and dirty because he allowed father winston to defile him, that he willingly submitted to the hand of his abuser for a night of fun. it was thrown in his face, he was made to feel as if it was his fault for getting sexually abused by a thirty year old man, reminded that he wasn’t worthy of being anything then being father winston’s cum rag it cracked his heart, leaving him hallow as he was left in his pile of blood and broken teeth. the ladies at the orphanage took pity, but he knew they had disgust for the boy. ever since father winston took notice to the boy he neglected the other nuns, resentment filled two of the nuns something fierce. jealous of an eight year old child being sexually abused, as if they wished it was them being touched by the man. however they had their own ways of hurting the boy, while it had only been two of the nuns out of ten— barns felt as though he couldn’t go to any of them. he felt trapped in this hell and no one would believe him, call him a filthy liar and force him to repent his sins. as if the nuns picked up on father winston’s dirty habit of touching barns, they forced him into closets and had their own fun, a numb barns just waiting for it to be over.

numb to everything around him, a broken man that felt as though he had nothing left to give. barnabas has nothing good in his world- a priest that forced his leg apart, nuns that would put their hands upon his body as he slept, childhood bullies that made it their mission to make his life even more miserable. taking to the comfort of a razor blade, barns would take it to his “flawless skin” that father winston went on about, trying to make it look as ugly has he possibly could. a sense of relief washed over him as he played with the razor, as if it was a paint brush on a canvas. soon enough, barnabas was bold enough to stick the razor in his mouth, slitting his tongue in half, a surge of crimson fluid spilled from his mouth and left the bathroom sink coated. perhaps this had been when he realized the feeling of pain left him feeling more then comfort, a warm feeling building up in his stomach whenever the thought of pain. maybe it was his way of being able to cope with his trauma, allowing himself to feel pleasure through the acts of pain as a way to stick to those that wanted to make him cry and wither up like a dried up flower. being able to get the scholarship had been a “god send” as if he hadn’t, barns probably would have ended his life. it felt like one elephant foot was taken off his chest, being able to be free of the clutches of his abusers. their long lasting trauma had done him good, but he’s managed to over come of it..barns has a long way to go.

notable kin: adopted by father winston when he was six years old, doesn't acknowledge him as his father by any means

relationships: none, keeps himself closed off from other people; will eventually be the cult when he reluctantly joins, somehow becoming somewhat 'soft' for the others

headcanons:

— while he rarely curses, he doe stay "shee-it" instead of shit

— why he doesn't curse? nuns would shove soap down his throat whenever he did so it's just inbeded in his brain

— radiates "live, laugh and suck my nuts" constantly

— likes to lick knives clean

— secret masochist, very much enjoys being made fun or hit boner nation over here

— want him to do something? give him money, always needs it

— while he is poor, father winston gave barns money before he left and honestly? he hasn't touched it, the thought of it makes him sick

— birds like him, will follow him around

— wakes up early, very.

— hates when people whisper in his ear or come up behind him without him knowing; it triggers him greatly

— towering giant, seems like he could rip a phone book in half- because he can

— doesn't eat very much; will do a few days without eating before just stuffing his face. just doesn't have an appetite.

— drinks lavender tea or lemon water

— touch starved, craves some kind of soft touch

— will punch you in the face if you annoy him enough

— not entirely thrilled being told what to do?

— has a condition which causes him to cry tears of blood instead or regular tears, kinda cool if you think about it

— bad joints, they pop and crack a lot and you can easily hear it

— always has to bend over in order to get through doors

— devilish smirk, intense stare

— will come to learn to accept the role in a cult, still will express a distaste for following orders but will do them to a t

— if people ask him about his life, barns will just shrug and say; "the stereotype that catholic priest like alter boys is very much true, but I'd have to add that nuns like to play at night." while laughing about it, as if it's a normal thing to discuss. very detached to his trauma,

— sometimes will wonder what it would have been like if he had a normal family

— father winston is the only thing on this planet that strikes fear in his heart, being anywhere near him or setting eyes upon him will trigger him extremely.

— tired a lot, can see it upon their face and no amount of sleep can ever change this fact

— gets bored easily, will randomly touch things and look through them

— sticky fingers, very well crafted at the art of stealing things as.. he has nothing and learned how to get the things he needed without having to pay or getting caught

— picking locks? very good at it

— are they trust worthy? meh thats questionable, while his morals are all over the place there are some things he won't cross. won't break promises or rat on others.

— terrified of thunder, won't admit it but he is. reminds him of the paddle that the nuns would crack upon his back whenever he did something bad.

— clumsy^TM

— thumbs up^TM

— throwing up? yep

— very good at painting; expresses his true emotions through his paintings and they are often twisted and dark, prefers oil and acrylic paintings over anything else.

— not easily fazed, doesn't get grossed out by anything.

— king of the side eye

— split his own tongue with a razor, gave himself his own piercings and sometimes will poke a needle into his skin

— smells like sandalwood, jasmine and grapefruit

— loves the smell of flowers

— meh about sex, doesn't have that high of a sex drive- however there are days where it'll spike extremely high while most days its pretty dormant

— prefers book over people and animals before books

— can throw down some creative insults or will just agree with whatever your saying about it; no time and honestly doesn't care

— gets letters from father winston but he throws them away.

^{— songs of religious rhymes sung through painful cries of a blue faced moon}

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