@Altrince_and_His_Cult_Members
Alright so here's my crazy bastard.
Invalid Character -Evelyn
Rules
3 lines or more, no one liners!
Must be an experienced roleplayer
Must have a character link or a template,whether you have your own or use my simple one I don't care
No Pinterest Links!
I can do anything but if you have any triggers lemme know
I also have prompts as well!
Aight! So, I need to do a brief template of my chaotic boy first, right?
Exactly! Whether you use on of your own or use mine I don't really care.
Name: Connor Lewis
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual
Appearance and Usual Clothing Style:
Personality: Connor is a crazy yet genius individual. He loves playing with people’s minds and loves hurting people to some degree (well, to death, duh). He’s very quick with critical thinking, even if the answer he provides isn’t the best but it’s quick and safe. He enjoys being chaotic, even to the point of having a room of different knifes and daggers in his own house. His plans are to be executed perfectly or near perfection as he hates making mistakes.
Likes: Blood, Chains, Knives, Soft Drinks, Roses
Dislikes: Mistakes, Spiders, Police Officers, The FBI
Notes: Connor is left-handed.
Ooooh i like! Also a song I think you'd like for this character is This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller. Anyways so here is the prompt I was thinking would work best for these characters BUT if you don't like it I have different prompts as well!
Person A: “Please don’t tell me you threw someone out the window again.”
Person B: “Ok.”
Person A: “…..Oh god you totally threw someone out the window again didn’t you?”
Person B: “I can neither confirm nor deny.”
Person A: “….”
Person B: “….”
Person A: “….”
Person B: “…..but if I did”
Person A: “Oh My Fucking God.”
Evelyn would be Person B
I have a few other prompts heavily set in mind if you don't like this one
I think I can work with that one!
Awesome! So. I'm thinking. Maybe your character is hired to kill Evelyn or…something of the sort. You decide to kill her. Stalk her for weeks. And upon striking you find that you two are a perfect match to eachothers weaknesses, and I dunno somehow romance blooms. Maybe you fall for her while watching her. I dunno.
Connor does have a tendency to stalk random people he finds attractive so… maybe that could work? He doesn’t really take hirings and such (unless enough money is put on the table lol) so the former might work better for a character like him.
Alright sure! I already sorta have a starter in mind. In the starter there may be a bit of character control but mostly just where he is while stalking her. After that everything is completely up to you. And now then keep in mind we have to build up to the point to where they are killing together.
Aight! I’m ready to start
Evelyn was walking down the street, in a black dress with white polka dots. It was a classic mid-60's look. Anyone who knew her also knew she'd walk out of the 1920's one day and then do a totally punk look with spikes and a band tee within the same week. But with the simple make up, red heart sunglasses and triple red heart earrings, she was going on a date with her douche bag toxic boyfriend. A sex freak with a superiority complex, and was over controlling of her. But today. After multiple of her friends had pointed a bunch of stuff out, she was breaking up with him. She sat down outside the nice little corner cafe and waited, playing with her pixie cut a bit, trying to make it look good. The beast of a man walked up and before he could even sit down to order, she blurted it out. No filter, nothing. "I'm breaking the fuck up with you, you abusive pig." She growled out, as he looked at her. "Oh really? After all I've done for you?" "Ya know, I'd say the only thing you did that was good for me was the sex, but with a cock that small I'm surprised I came at all. Now then. Fuck off." She proceeded to get into her phone, walking away. One may ask, why did she do it in person? To see his face crumble. Or tighten into anger. As she walked home, she pulled out her little pocket mirror, tilting it a bit to see if he was following her. Instead, someone quiet handsome, but in a Tim Burton way, was following her. She shrugged, thinking nothing of it until he got on the same bus as her. Got off of the same bus at the same spot, and continued too follow her. She used the mirror trick once more when she was nearly home, but this time made sure to fix her make up, as she had purposefully smudged her lipstick on the bus. "Just like flies to honey…" She said softly as she walked up the stairs of the apartment, and then stopped, leaning over the balcony, hoping to catch him dashing away, but he was gone into thin air. "Huh? Oh damn is he good! Lucky fucker. Now then what to do with my day…all dressed up and nowhere to go. Don't wanna get blood on this dress…" She went off into muttering as she headed inside. She would deal with her ex later. For now, she focused on hitting up some friends, and seeing what move the stalker would make next.
Of course, the whole run and follow method had proven to be quite effective in less than zero occasions so Connor clearly didn’t do that. Instead, he waited to see where the girl’s room was. When he found out which room she was in, he smiled slightly. The knife he had hidden deep in his sleeve hadn’t slipped out nor had it been found by anyone so that was a plus.
When he was sure that his idea was correct, he made his way up the fire exit stairs towards the rooftop. He looked around, reminding himself mentally where the girl’s room was.
He looked down, using the rope and hook he’d kept in his backpack to climb down safely. Thankfully, the girl’s room didn’t face the roads, otherwise this plan wouldn’t have worked.
When he lowered down to her level, he slowly slid the window open, noticing that it was the bedroom’s window. Score.
He came into the room quietly, blending in with the shadows of the unlit room for the time being.
Evelyn walked into her bedroom seeing that none of her friends wanted to hang out, and she changed into all black clothes. "I guess vengeance will come sooner than I thought. Let's see. Mortician's number on speed dial, clothes, oh yeah! Batty!" She reached into her closet and pulled out a pretty normal baseball bat. She then presses a button right under the base and a thousand knives popped out. "Missed me huh Batty? And I bet ya miss blood and metal all over ya. Don't worry I'll do Justice some justice where it's due. Oh what else…guess I should get cleaning supplies." She went into her kitchen and came back with a cloth bag with cleaning stuff. "Alright and now an appearance change." She began to do her makeup in the mirror, a brown short wig sitting on a stand. "Oh! I should probably tag the other stalker too. I have a feeling though he'll be back. Oh well. Sometimes the stalker becomes the stalkee." She shrugged, continuing doing up her looks.
The moment she walked into the bedroom, Connor had to try his best to resist his urge to attack her then and there. The baseball bat she had seemed promising as well but he couldn’t care less about it. He silently walked around before peeking at the corner to see her doing her makeup another time.
Nice timing, girl. The knife he had hidden slipped out of his sleeve almost by command and was now in his hand. Being a curved knife, it made it easier for him to lock to target without them moving too much.
He took the chance when she had to change makeup accessories to slip behind her and pulled her back while keeping his knife by her neck, all was done in less than two seconds of action.
”Don’t. Move.” his voice had been a quite rich and deep while still holding his young tone.
"Your voice sounds like smooth burbon." Was the first thing she said. "Not crusty toe nails like the usual peeping tom and not the rattling of cigarette smoke such as thieves in this part of town seem to sound like. And seeing the knife, you're not here for anything but me. A killer. A professional. Probably hired. I've had hits on me for a while. Ya make enemies in the vengeance business." She said this causally, eyes not even trained on the knife. And in an instant she punched his wrist, a reflex point right at the nerves, making the knife go flying across the room. "Too planned. BATTY!" The bat flew to her hand and she pressed it to his neck. "Well? Whaddya got now fancy man?"
To say that this was something he’d expected, wouldn’t be an overstatement but clearly, he didn’t expect this. Apparently the hirer who offered him $2000 for this kill did not mention that the target was a talented killer as well. Whatever, he’d been hired to do the job, therefore, he will do the job.
From the seemingly difficult situation he was in, he’d folded his legs back into himself before extending them towards her to have her sent back and allow himself to escape.
During that short period, he rolled back to grab his knife and took a standing stance. His deep red irises pierced hers, at that moment, with heartlessness and coldness. While keeping the knife pointed towards the girl, he used his free hand to pull down his mask.
”We can end this easily and painlessly, if you cooperate, sweet girl,” he stated clearly.
She stared into his eyes, and shrugged. "Yeah we could. But ya know. Me and you lead very much the same life there buckaroo." She walked away casually, not even afraid, and sat back down at the makeup mirror. Apparently Evelyn wasn't going to fight. "How much were you paid?" She asked while finishing up her makeup, and then she began to put in green contacts. She then grabbed a wig cap. "And sit down Mr.Freeze. I'm asking because I'll pay you higher then that to kill them. What's your name? Just your first. So I don't keep making fun of you. Mine is Sarah." She hoped he didn't realize this was a lie, an extra safety precaution to the man before her. "Also. You don't scare me. Just a curved knife? Oooh how scary. Come back when you've had to run from multiple shootings." She finished putting up her hair and rammed on the wig, and then turned her chair back to him and where he stood.
Connor just kinda followed the girl with his eyes. Nothing was going as planned, and he hated that significantly. However, maybe he could work with this. He fidgeted with his knife a bit before slipping it back into his sleeve cleanly. He leaned against the nearest wall, crossing his arms and listened to what she had to say.
”2000 dollars,” he answered. He did catch a lie somewhere between her words and was willing to bring it up.
”Sarah, eh? That would be pretty weird since I was told that you were named Evelyn, wouldn’t it?” he asked, his demeanor a bit too relaxed at this point. Similar minds think alike they said so maybe this was it.
”Mine’s Connor, and that’s a truth,”
"Evelyn is what I tell everyone is the lie I'd tell you but since you're offering up the truth. Evelyn is what's on my birth certificate. I'll give ya $3000 Connor. Connor. WAIT! I know that name!" She said suddenly bolting up from her chair and nabbing her phone, and did some quick googling. "Knew it! Some other person ya murdered said that they think your name was Connor. Keep your cover, low for a little while. Then again someone like you probably already knows that." She sighed and stood up and stretched. "I'll get ya the cash by next week. Drop in whenever I don't have any hires so most of my time will be me going on pointless dates with a bunch of guys that I can tell who they are just with a glance, and it'll end up being a bunch of booty calls that I have to block or a handful of half assed relationships that end in less than 3 months because I got tired of hiding my crazy." She sighed. "Wanna come help me kill my toxic and abusive lover of 9 months? I know. Long time. Didn't see the bullshit until my friends shoved my face in it. Gotta love em. You aren't getting paid for it but, I really have no idea how I'm gonna do this."
Of course his name would be flying around the place, he was a murderer for crying out loud. Listening to what she had to say, it seems like this girl was just your regular easily love struck girl outside of her murderous lifestyle. About the money, he didn’t really care if she didn’t pay but if she did, that’d be one hell of a benefit. The second deal, though, seemed intriguing… or a couple of reasons. He pushed himself off the wall and pulled his mask up.
”You can pay me in other ways if you’re unsure. Just saying,” he stated before turning to the window.
”Where is this ex-lover of yours?”
"In other ways? Well. One. I'm not a whore. And two. I'm not your personal organ closet. My body is staying the way it is. If I destroy it that's my own fault." She sighed. "Down by West View High. He knows what my car looks like so we'll walk there. Anyways. What other ways you talking about huh?" She said as her phone dinged. "Aha. Toxic exes begging for you back. Suicide gag huh?" She shook her head. "Idiot."
Connor basically turned to her when she mentioned being a ‘whore’ or whatever. Definitely not what he had in mind when he said ‘other ways’ but maybe it just came out that way.
”I’m talking about corpse count and such, not in the dirty way your mind interpreted it to be,” he answered before making his way to the door.
”If you’re talking about somewhere by the central plaza at West View, I have a shortcut I usually take,” he mentioned.
"Corpse count? I've got a really gross mortician on speed dial. I get the bodies, he uses them how he wants and burns em to ash. Also please, show me this short cut." She said, grabbing her bat and putting it in a cloth guitar case, then slinging it over her shoulder. "Keep in mind the part of town I live in prissy boy. I pay 60 bucks on rent. There's rats in the walls. I have to go down the street to the liquor store to piss since my land lord is shit and I ain't touching my backed up toilet. There's plenty of whores and other bullshit that goes on around here. But people also notice things less here. But. I make do with what I got."
Hearing her story, Connor nodded in response.
”I’m only here because of the hirings I get. I don’t make too much, just a couple of thousands per kill, a couple of ten kills per week, and so on. But my rent is expensive as shit so that’s a negative,” he claimed as they made their way downstairs.
Exiting the building, he turned right and continued straight down the road.
”Since when did you become, you know, a killer?” he asked, wanting to break the ice a bit more.