break the lock if it don't fit ┊ intro ; open

[WILLOW]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: times new roman; letter-spacing: .6px;"]there was an ugly part of willow that she tried to keep buried under every other messy quality she had. the anger she felt burned, begging for some form of release, sparking with every friction that rubbed her the wrong way. her anger wasn’t pretty when it boiled over, it erupted into something entirely unstable and broken, leaving a trail of shards of glass and blood. it overwhelmed her at times - surely someone so young couldn’t have been so damaged from such a young age, she was starting to burn out before she even reached her prime. maybe in some fucked up way she liked the way her anger felt. the feeling of being burned from the inside out was better then feeling nothing at all.

the young adult sat on the pier, leg dangling over the edge as a cloud of cigarette smoke bloomed into the air as she exhaled. even her habits mirrored the fire she felt, the smoke left a burnt pain in her throat and the warmth from the alcohol made her mouth numb with each sip. the cigarette hung loosely between her fingers, ashes falling carelessly into the waves below. the party from the casino echoed across the beach through the night air, the flicking off the lighter she was messing with accompanying the live music. even after being on her own for the latter years of her teenhood, she had never felt more alone than now.

if flint were still around maybe willow wouldn’t have been struggling with turning twenty-one as much as she had been. he always knew how to calm her nerves when everything else seemed hopeless. he wasn’t though, and willow had no one else to blame for that but herself. most would argue that she was young, you weren’t supposed to be blamed for things that happened in your youth, right? that was part of the trials and errors of being a child, but that safety net was for when you broke something or made some other dumb decision, not getting your older brother killed over your mistake. people always told her she would get burned for playing with fire, but when the open flame got out of control and caught the house on fire it was flint who was the one to pay the price.

she took a final drag off of the cigarette before putting it out, leaning her head back as she stared off at the ocean. sometimes she found herself wishing she could swim, wondering what she might find if she just decided to jump in the water one day and just keep swimming. maybe she would find some place she could just be alone - truly alone. even in her years of isolation, there would still be the unfortunate times where she would run into another person. whether it be another shady character just trying to survive or the rare occasion it would be someone who actually gave a damn about other people, it was all the same to willow. she wasn’t a people person, hell, she didn’t like herself even on the good days. some people just weren’t made to be social. maybe if she went to some place where no one knew her name she would be able to forget too.

as the night carried on, willow would eventually shove the old lighter into her pocket and push herself onto her feet, bending down to pick up the almost empty bottle of alcohol. she brought it up to her lips and took a swig, making her way off of the pier and onto the beach. hot tears burned their way down her cheeks as she walked closer towards the casino, harshly sniffing the pain away as she finished off the bottle. she was twenty-one now, didn’t most people dream of that? why was she so fucked up that she still wished that she had stayed in the cult of abaddon so she didn’t have to grow up? her childhood home was filled with monsters that haunted her in her nightmares, but she often felt herself romanticizing the place where the sick minds died young.

// kinda a tricky intro for responses maybe, but she's heading back towards the casino where there's a party going on so feel free to have your character just be doing whatever with that or like on the beach doing things!

[vesania.]

♔  Vesania, himself, knew what it was like. Well, not exactly, he supposed. It may not have been his brother, but the sight of his father, the fear in his eyes, as he tripped, and fell backwards down those stairs. The screaming of his mother, of Axel. It was a lot, and sometimes, he kept it to himself. Sometimes. Sometimes it snuck up, reaching through his ribcage and gripping onto his heart, pulling it to his stomach, then continuing to climb, grabbing his throat, making him feel like he could not speak. His brain would be next, turned to mush, with that burning in his throat from the harshest of drinks, desperate to get that image out of his head.

♔  It was a vicious price to pay, but it was one that Ves, surprisingly, was proud of. Sometimes, of course. The times he'd wake in a cold sweat, with his father looming above him. Those times were not the times Ves was proud of that price. He may not understand what it would have been like, losing someone he loved to the fire, but he would always know, in the back of his mind, that he lost a big chunk of himself that night.

♔  He would also know the same coping, the drinking, the smoking. It was a vice that would keep him company, and, as he stumbled down the streets of the Badlands, he recognized the same stumbling ahead of him. He tried to speak up, but his words were slurred, blurry from the party at the casino. Axel had come with him to make sure he didn't drink too much, but he got caught up in conversation and didn't see the albino slip out. He was in the cool air, struggling to make sense of what was stars and what was street lights--what was shadows and what was people.

♔  Vesania hiccuped. "H-hey. You-" he tripped, nearly splatting onto the ground, but catching himself and wiping a hand across his pale forehead. "Have... have I seen ya before?"

♔  "TEXT!"

♔  // hello heheheh

[spoiler=//tags — updated ;; 09/01/21]
general
> vesania bielschmidt | ves, vessie
> male ;; he/him
> 27 years ;; ages real time ;; april 18th
> badlands ;; loner / previous los santos leader

physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; situs inversus, the reverse/mirroring of major organs

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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