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Black ice crawled his veins, sickly venom painted red and thick with sin. Only when the jaws snap shut around his forearm did it burn and for once melt within his body. Adrenaline, it coursed violently as the dogs around him barked. He had volunteered to help train a few youth dogs, teenagers if you will. Which entailed wearing this weird metal arm band and 300 pounds of pressure crush down on it. Miriam was just trying to settle in his new home, see where he fit well. So far he made a few friends, well, clients.  His latest set of custom jewelry had bought him a nice stash of narcotics. They wore it tell though, he spots the glint of a silver skull-ring he had shaped not only thirteen sleepless hours ago.

“ow!- shit” The pressure closes in on his arm again, and once again the dog tugs madly. Jostling the short man unless his boot folds and he lands on a knee hard. “What’s wrong vato? puppy give you a boo-boo?” an npc he knew as Flaco snickers, leaning on the chain-link fence causing it to rattle noisily. Miriam is finally relieved of the attack by the director of this shit-show. Some dude, forgot his name, in charge of training the dogs. Whatever. Miriam lifts a hand to flip off Flaco. “ that thing is like eighty pounds, puppy- my ass ” the silver-capped canines on the long-haired man glint as he smiles. “ready for round two, shorty?” the dog-trainer asks, holding back the black and white monster-dog as it jerks against its collar.
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- biography — theme music
personality — Valiant , Astute, Hard-bitten, Immoral, Kind, Receptive.
physically — 95% ( ARTISTIC REFERENCE ) — 5'6'' short medium-haired brunette with silver eyes lined with dark circles, smothered in tattoos and scars. Golden-capped canines and adorned with finely crafted silver chain necklaces, bracelets, and rings. He wears tattered clothes and tactical-wear. 
✖ open for peaceful interaction / open to attacks ( ask to maim ) no kill
✖ bisexual ( open to plot )
weaponsknuckled trench knife
throwing knives

—suffers from Emphysema
Kleptomaniac

relations
'rocky' Dean Santivaro x Muriella Trejillio-Santivaro
No Crushes - widowed
late Wife Bevalina Poole ▪ deceased
Medium difficulty physically - difficult mentally
inventory
✖ tactical belt & thigh straps
✖ silver rings
✖ throwing knives
✖ trench knife with steel knuckles
✖ drawing journal
✖ machete
✖ miscellaneous silver
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♔  Ves leaned on the fence, putting his chin in his hand as he watched Miriam and Flaco. He smiled real wide, teeth glinting. "Heya sweetcheeks, what if you 'n' I wrestled together, see how the pup feels compared to me," he cooed to Flaco, winking at him before he stood straight and dug his palms into the top of the fence. "You're doin' great, kiddo." Ves turned his attention to Miriam, then.

♔  Ves winced when the handler pulled on the leash and the dog fell back, and he swallowed thickly, but didn't falter his gaze from the drooling maw as the canine gnashed its dangerous teeth. There was something about how dangerous those teeth seemed, a danger that ran under his skin and made a shiver run down his spine. The hair on the back of his neck rose as a bark left the dog, and suddenly Ves understood what made the canine so terrifying.

♔  His father's voice grew so loud in his ears and his eyes glazed, hands tightening on the fence as he seemed to grow a trance over watching the animal lunge towards Miriam. His father's nasty teeth stained from smoking in his face, the heavy smell of booze. Suddenly, Ves understood why people could be terrified of dogs. Such vicious creatures. To see such a sight before him connected the dots: his father was a dog. Nothing more than that. A monster.

♔  Ves ran his hand through his hair and leaned back, taking his palms off the fence as he felt the wiring dig into his palms, lest he bleed. He smiled at Miriam and winked at Flaco, walking closer to him, yet not taking his attention off Miriam or the dog. It wasn't easy to tell, but Ves would hop the fence and get between Miriam and the dog should said canine prove too much for the ex-Badlander.

♔  ooc // heavy ic opinions here! ves is not a dog person

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general
> vesania bielschmidt | ves, vessie
> male ;; he/him
> 27 years ;; ages real time ;; april 18th
> los santos ;; leader

physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; [search up what that organ thing is called]

appearance
> long, white hair ; pink-red eyes ; rather thin, small shoulders and wider hips ; 6'01" ; 160 lbs
> tattoos on his whole body, including face ; piercings all over body as well, including ears, left eyebrow, nose, tongue, chest, naval, and other spots ; forked tongue ; sharpened canines
> wears a patchy, old vest with a fur collar ; ripped skinny jeans ; no shoes
> carries a picture of his brother ; some pocket change ; possibly a flask
> important things to note ;; ves has albinism

personality
> very laid back and flirty ; he is easy-going and likes to make jokes ; hides a lot about himself ; really difficult to gain his trust ; just as easily to lose it ; doesn't settle well if he is getting bad vibes from somebody ; very childish when he trusts someone ; bit of a goofball ; very blunt when talking ; not worried about how his words may affect someone ; suspicious of people he first meets ; starts things if he knows he's gaining something from it
> adhd ; ptsd
> plays with his hair often ; blinks really hard during conversations ; is unable to make eye contact

relationships
> pheobe bielschmidt x henry bielschmidt ;; pheobe - m.i.a ; henry -  deceased
    > henry passed in freak accident
    > pheobe went missing at scene of the crime
> axel bielschmidt ; chris bielschmidt ;; axel -  alive ; chris - deceased
    > chris passed away due to an illness
> pansexual ; demiromantic
> no known crushes

interaction/confrontation
> easy mentally | medium physically
> has no filter | ALL IC OPINIONS
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in italics
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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