Gotta Love A Psychopath In The Making

Gotta Love a psychopath in the making <3

Quite literally-

Anyways this is Vigil.

I really want to ramble about one of my oc’s soooo:

Full name: Vigil Lain

Age: 24

Height: 5’9”

Backstory: Vigil had grown up in the slums and had been witness to many vile things since he was young. This includes the harsh and cruel treatment of the government, feeling his hatred towards them as he grew older. Due to his environments whilst growing up, he grew up to be quite a violent person, sometimes seeming a bit insane. At the age of 18, Vigil joined an organisation that went against the government: The Silver Eye. The way that The Silver Eye go about to get and obtain their ideals is rather violent. He quickly worked his way up the ranks alongside his partner. Due to this, he ended up gaining the nickname of ‘The Stalker’ whilst his partner was known as ‘The Seeker’. The previous leader died due to “unknown circumstances”. Vigil now leads TSE alongside his partner, however to the general eye he seems to be her right hand man.

Likes: The cold, horror stories, moving around.

Dislikes: Rejection, alcohol, unfair individuals

Thinking about the dead eggs once again. All the events that have happened and how much they would’ve loved every second of it. All the new players and eggs and all the bonds we never got to see.

The guy in question:

(I ripped him from a wip)

Many ways I have learnt to say no:

No

Nope

Denied

Wrong

Incorrect

N o spells no

Nuh uh

NUH UH

I shan’t

I’m afraid I can’t

I regret to inform you that I cant

Absolutely not. This single word holds the power to crush my soul into a million tiny fragments, shattering every ounce of hope and joy residing within the depths of my being. Its simplicity belies the sheer magnitude of devastation it inflicts upon my heart, as it ruthlessly strips away the possibility of my desires and dreams manifesting into reality. My fervent plea for affirmation is met with a blunt rejection, stabbing me with an indescribable pain that reverberates through the very fibers of my existence. No, the cruel symphony of rejection plays on, drowning out the melody of anticipation that once resonated within me. It is a merciless dagger, coldly thrust into the core of my vulnerability, leaving me gasping for breath, drowning in a sea of desolation. The fervor in my voice, reduced to a mere whisper, is hopelessly swallowed by the void created by that dreadful word. No, it resounds in the echoing chambers of my broken spirit, forever etching its agonizing imprint upon my wounded soul.

Do you ever just

So, if I’m understanding this correctly, Moriarty the Patriot is Sherlock holmes but gayer?

At least from what I’ve heard, anyways I’m going to start reading volume one now.