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It is rumoured that his art has driven men insane with despair, rage, and grief over the years, though whether this is true is hard to tell.

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Except for the pain and the driven need to translate that onto canvas. Where he works to the present day. A curious individual who has long shed antiquated notions such as gender and dress with the acceptance of the modern age. He finds himself at the ear of many in the modern nights.

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It is rumoured that they were once lovers, that tore themselves apart over Z, and in a fit of madness the malkavian diabolised their lover and with that mixed blood, sired Z. Not much else is known about Z, and the kindred themselves struggles to remember that time. And much like his name was lost.

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This is where he lost his right eye and came back mourning his brothers in arms lost during the war. Fuelled by the pain of that era, and being a survivor, he threw themselves at their art. During that time, two kindred found themselves inspired by his work. A malkavian and a toreador.

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Z was born in the highlands of Scotland, during the WW1 to a well off family that managed to mostly ignore the problems caused in the war. An aspiring artist during a time that needed soldiers, he found himself drafted in WW2.

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Z suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) that tends to culminate in the number 5, odd numbers to a lesser extent and a constant need to count. He also suffers from C-PTSD due to traumatic events that happened in his life (and unlife).

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I'm just saying yer a whole ass buffet. And I'm starving.

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Well either ye want someone yer size. Or ye wanna give off. Either way, I'm going to stare at the old vampire with his tits out.

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I've seen yer snoze sniffing around the mortal Gardens, so I before to differ.

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Peel those spuds outta yer ears. Get a buxom lass to fuck ye. That's what I'm trying to get at. I feel like it would improve yer disposition if ye got off once in yer misbegotten life.

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Lillianne Vale ⟢ @erstwhiletears.bsky.social · 09/05/2025

I think you would improve if you just let someone buck ye like a wild horse.

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//never done a call-out post, but :/ I'm deeply uncomfortable. And I feel like this is the sort of problematic shit people should know about. This user's writer profile supports some clearly anti trans and bigoted opinions. [Screenshots below]

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𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘔𝘤𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 [Archived] @alumuniousbeing.bsky.social · 11/04/2025

𝐀 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐀 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘔𝘤𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 Fashion Photographer with a secret. ♡ + ↻ #MVRP #MarvelRP #XMenRP

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Auspex - 6 Obfuscate - 5 Dementation - 6 Celerity - 1 Presence - 1

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𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒; 𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒; 𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠.'' Z's voice was disjointed and layered, echoing the many webs of the madness network, whispering on repetition.

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regardless of their personal attachments to them). ''𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔; 𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔; 𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔; 𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔; 𝐼 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒, +

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Sharing but a drop of the bestial curse all around him, sparing no one. Calling forth the beast of Sebastian to lose control, (instinctively driven to a flight-or-fight mentality and forced to flee blindly from the source of fear while they remove any obstacle or person in their way, +

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The next words he spoke reverberated within the halls of the modest-sized gallery. Echoing the madness of Malkav. Warranting bedlam as the weakest of the humans fell first, fleeing like madmen from his words. From the Rötschreck or the Red Fear, he imbued in them. +

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The tapping of 5's into his fingers hasten. ''Ye did this to yersel, and i'd ask for the release of my assisstant, but we both know you only understand one thing. Fear. If it's fear ye want. It's fear ye'll get.'' There was a glint in Z's eyes as the kindred focused. +

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𝕐𝕦 ℤ𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕦 𝐌.𝐃., [ร๏гςєгєг] @mysticalphysician.bsky.social · 28/02/2025

''Shame I can't be sayin the same for you. I quite like that.'' He retorts, whether joke or not, as he watched the hulking Hound withdrew the nasty looking blade. Not just Wilk, but the others too. Invading his space with their technology and their holier-than-thou stench. +

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──*ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺💮༻*ੈ⏱‧₊˚── 💮丂𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 丂𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞💮 ˗ˏˋ ꒰⏱꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⏱𝔽𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫⏱ 💮丂𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 丂𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞💮 ──*ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺💮༻*ੈ⏱‧₊˚── ♡ + ↻

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For I cannae help on vague things like 'friends'.''

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''I dinnae know what ye mean. 'Cause right now, yer marking one up like he's ripe for cattle.'' He replies smoothly, limbs jankily micro-twitching as if bestial urges to rip him limb from limb struggled against humanity and logic. ''Yer better stating yer full business sir. +

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Another sin to covet during the doomed mornings when he's plagued by his nightmares and unseeing eye. His fingers tap across his thumb in a pattern of 5. Over and over and over again. A tacit control of his own failures repeated to soothe the panic in himself. +

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Z's faux joyous attitude drops immediately into something much colder. Much more of the soldier that once moved and killed. He watches as Sebastian's flesh burns under the ring, for his own failure in letting this happen he lets the vision of the poor kindred burn itself into his retinas. +

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Still, the ancilla welcomed the 𐌉𝖭ꔋ𝙍ꓴ𝖣𝗘𝙍 into his gallery with open arms. The game begun as the Beast growls warnings in his ear. ''Cannae say i've ken you here before. They call me Z, this here is my gallery. And that there is my assistant ye so gracefully delivered to me.''

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A whelp of a vampire that Z had let themselves grown fond of, a malkavian who sought him out for mentorship in recent nights, fascinated with Z's artwork and insight. Z obliged. And now Sebastian was being used either as bait or to make a point, and neither suited Z's mood right now. +

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And Z could only stare in wary question. As if waiting for judgement from the unjust, before their gaze dropped to the kindred dragged like a dog on it's leash. Choking and writhing, trying to claw at the hands that held firm. Sebastian. +

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If it weren't for the military precision with which they moved. Like a sea that parted for no one but their leader as he manipulated his body to fit through the door. The temperature in the room felt like it dropped by several degrees as his oppressive stature loomed. +

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Every single person turning to look at the artwork, placid gazes revealing nothing but the urge to survive, to pretend nothing was amiss in their world. Every person but the men that walked into their gallery. All adorned by religious symbology that would have Z laughing them out as missionaries. +

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. It's odd. To find one's herd completely disconnect to the world around them, a certain hush falling over the gallery as Z meandered about his own artwork. +

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