network post. cw. graphic depictions of violence in some links, possible below
( maybe before you've sat down to breakfast, or just when you're waking up, or you've made it down to breakfast and have seen the
✞ℍДИƘƧ, ƘøᏰУ
written in blood on the wall of the dining room for yourself -- your network device comes to life. there's a new message.
simulcast from @ angelus, @ giles and @ amy, the feeds come to like one by one, as if one person is operating the camera.
when the screen comes to life, Amy Elliott Dunne sits, something tied around her mouth and hands, but alive! there is no bruising anyone can see, so maybe this is a kink? maybe she wants this? easy questions to ask, if not for the way she looks into the camera, eyes wide with shock, wet with tears that she seems to keep from spilling over through sheer will alone. her shirt is torn and there's dried blood apparent, but overall it looks like maybe she also gave as good as she got.
the second feed turns on, showing an unconscious Rupert Giles with a nasty shiner on one eye and a bruising along the left side of his forehead, almost as if he got the business end of a fist before being slammed into something. there's also a fresh wound by his chin right on his neck, like someone got a bit peckish in his machinations. lastly, there's a long, sharp, shallow cut along his right forearm, still bleeding, that blood seeping down his wrist and dripping from his fingers. drip. drip. drip into a splatter on the ground.
the third feed shows both of them, each to the left and right, of the perpetrator, Angelus. as it turns on, his face is so close to the camera, that maybe the new people won't recognize it, but as he moves back and centers the feed - yes, this is the vampire with the face of an angel.
he starts with his Robin Williams impression, cupping his hands over his mouth. ) Good morning, Saltbuuuuuuuurnt! ( Stepping back, now in the whole shot, he grins, gesturing at his handywork. ) What do you think? It's not my best work and honestly it was all kind of slapped together, but between the constant auctions and Chekhov's sisters, I was getting bored. Seriously. You have a house that never stays the same, that, monthly becomes something else! Not that I liked being in with cabin freezer, but the little Christmas village was like something out of a snowglobe. And yet, everyone here, everyone, even you, vampire population, are boring. Toothless. You kill and then you apologize. I wish I'd been here for Werewolf. What a blood bath it would have been. Not that anybody here cares about strategy or actually doing anything besides the constant horniness. Saw the sex club, wasn't impressed.
( He just shrugs, looking as unimpressed as he professes himself. )
Anyway, one long sob story short, I got bored. Even sending threats does nothing in this place. I've been begging certain people to get their hands dirty and yet all they do is fret and protect and generally shit the bed at doing anything at all besides, nothing. So, now I'm not giving you a choice. Or a head start. I have Giles the librarian and his girlfriend in one of the attic rooms. You want 'em, come and get 'em. I do feel obligated to remind everyone that these hallways and rooms change. One of the only good things I like about this place.
What kind of host am I being? ( he turns back and approaches Amy, lowering the rag in her mouth. ) Got anything to say to the world wide Saltburnt network?
Please— [ spoken in a gasp as Amy catches her breath, pleading not to the rolling cameras but to Angelus, ] don't— don't hurt anyone else. Don't hurt him again. [ Whatever else she has to say is silenced as Angelus speaks next, though her expression shifts as he continues to talk, her eyes darting from him, to the camera lens, to the rest of the room, the softer edges of her fear (real or not) slowly calcifying while his threats continue. ]
Oh, and, ( He brings a finger to his lips, pressing and then tapping, to make his last threat. ) if I've ever left you anything out of the goodness of my heart, this doesn't make you safe. Quite the contrary.
Finally, if anybody wants to blame anyone for this little stunt? Blame Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane. You could've just come right to me. Was it that death doesn't stick here, or are you both over whatever it is Angel does to your soft parts?
( Both hands settle in front of him palms up. )
I'll be happy to fill in any juicy, heartbreaking, downright sad blanks. Discuss.
Or, try and catch me.
Or, save these two. I've taken the old man once before so I'm real rusty. Make it worth my while.
( responses will be coming from angelus, giles, and amy! there will be a top level open for in person fighting interaction if you think your character would come after angelus in person. buffy gets the final blow, but have at him, because he's formidable.
if you'd like to track angelus' misdeeds up until now, he paid cassian two visits. he got to know grace. he connected with faith. friday morning, he left something for max. he then left something outside grace's, though it's more a message for cassian. he left buffy's boyfriend august a nice note. hawk found something in his bed. goodsir found something on the floor of his museum.
Friday night, he left Ani a note. And then lured Buffy with a message of his own. )
written in blood on the wall of the dining room for yourself -- your network device comes to life. there's a new message.
simulcast from @ angelus, @ giles and @ amy, the feeds come to like one by one, as if one person is operating the camera.
when the screen comes to life, Amy Elliott Dunne sits, something tied around her mouth and hands, but alive! there is no bruising anyone can see, so maybe this is a kink? maybe she wants this? easy questions to ask, if not for the way she looks into the camera, eyes wide with shock, wet with tears that she seems to keep from spilling over through sheer will alone. her shirt is torn and there's dried blood apparent, but overall it looks like maybe she also gave as good as she got.
the second feed turns on, showing an unconscious Rupert Giles with a nasty shiner on one eye and a bruising along the left side of his forehead, almost as if he got the business end of a fist before being slammed into something. there's also a fresh wound by his chin right on his neck, like someone got a bit peckish in his machinations. lastly, there's a long, sharp, shallow cut along his right forearm, still bleeding, that blood seeping down his wrist and dripping from his fingers. drip. drip. drip into a splatter on the ground.
the third feed shows both of them, each to the left and right, of the perpetrator, Angelus. as it turns on, his face is so close to the camera, that maybe the new people won't recognize it, but as he moves back and centers the feed - yes, this is the vampire with the face of an angel.
he starts with his Robin Williams impression, cupping his hands over his mouth. ) Good morning, Saltbuuuuuuuurnt! ( Stepping back, now in the whole shot, he grins, gesturing at his handywork. ) What do you think? It's not my best work and honestly it was all kind of slapped together, but between the constant auctions and Chekhov's sisters, I was getting bored. Seriously. You have a house that never stays the same, that, monthly becomes something else! Not that I liked being in with cabin freezer, but the little Christmas village was like something out of a snowglobe. And yet, everyone here, everyone, even you, vampire population, are boring. Toothless. You kill and then you apologize. I wish I'd been here for Werewolf. What a blood bath it would have been. Not that anybody here cares about strategy or actually doing anything besides the constant horniness. Saw the sex club, wasn't impressed.
( He just shrugs, looking as unimpressed as he professes himself. )
Anyway, one long sob story short, I got bored. Even sending threats does nothing in this place. I've been begging certain people to get their hands dirty and yet all they do is fret and protect and generally shit the bed at doing anything at all besides, nothing. So, now I'm not giving you a choice. Or a head start. I have Giles the librarian and his girlfriend in one of the attic rooms. You want 'em, come and get 'em. I do feel obligated to remind everyone that these hallways and rooms change. One of the only good things I like about this place.
What kind of host am I being? ( he turns back and approaches Amy, lowering the rag in her mouth. ) Got anything to say to the world wide Saltburnt network?
Please— [ spoken in a gasp as Amy catches her breath, pleading not to the rolling cameras but to Angelus, ] don't— don't hurt anyone else. Don't hurt him again. [ Whatever else she has to say is silenced as Angelus speaks next, though her expression shifts as he continues to talk, her eyes darting from him, to the camera lens, to the rest of the room, the softer edges of her fear (real or not) slowly calcifying while his threats continue. ]
Oh, and, ( He brings a finger to his lips, pressing and then tapping, to make his last threat. ) if I've ever left you anything out of the goodness of my heart, this doesn't make you safe. Quite the contrary.
Finally, if anybody wants to blame anyone for this little stunt? Blame Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane. You could've just come right to me. Was it that death doesn't stick here, or are you both over whatever it is Angel does to your soft parts?
( Both hands settle in front of him palms up. )
I'll be happy to fill in any juicy, heartbreaking, downright sad blanks. Discuss.
Or, try and catch me.
Or, save these two. I've taken the old man once before so I'm real rusty. Make it worth my while.
( responses will be coming from angelus, giles, and amy! there will be a top level open for in person fighting interaction if you think your character would come after angelus in person. buffy gets the final blow, but have at him, because he's formidable.
if you'd like to track angelus' misdeeds up until now, he paid cassian two visits. he got to know grace. he connected with faith. friday morning, he left something for max. he then left something outside grace's, though it's more a message for cassian. he left buffy's boyfriend august a nice note. hawk found something in his bed. goodsir found something on the floor of his museum.
Friday night, he left Ani a note. And then lured Buffy with a message of his own. )
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<td>Angelus is a vampire. He has no soul. He is a demon. His offenses are numerous and they run the gamut from rape, pillage, and murder to torture. He's psychologically and emotionally manipulative. He is incredibly offensive and mysoginistic. Even when not Angelus, Angel has all of this in his past. Count his many sins. These are triggering topics. Please let me know if you wish for me to not mention one of these things, or if you'd prefer to OPT OUT of interactions entirely. I've left a comment below.</td></tr>
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OUT OF CHARACTER
PLAYER NAME: Brandon, he/him
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INVITED BY: i am in the game! originally, shari if that matters!
CURRENT CHARACTERS:
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interpersonally
dean winchestercholesterol
TRIGGERS: n/a for the most part, but i don't love very vidid depictions of animal injuries or deaths
CONTACT:
INVITED BY: i am in the game! originally, shari if that matters!
CURRENT CHARACTERS:
stefan salvatore
interpersonally dean winchester
cholesterolTRIGGERS: n/a for the most part, but i don't love very vidid depictions of animal injuries or deaths
IN CHARACTER
CHARACTER NAME: Angel
CHARACTER AGE: 376 (including 100 years in a Hell Dimension)
CHARACTER CANON: Buffyverse
CANON POINT: Season 4, Episode 15 "Orpheus"
ABILITIES:
CHARACTER AGE: 376 (including 100 years in a Hell Dimension)
CHARACTER CANON: Buffyverse
CANON POINT: Season 4, Episode 15 "Orpheus"
ABILITIES:
- Enhanced strength
- Proficiency in medieval weaponry, and combat in general
- In “game-face” fangs emerge and his face becomes more demonic
- He has an extensive knowledge of both demonic and human history being as he reads a hell of a lot
- Enhanced hearing and sense of smell. [ they can smell fear, arousal, also if someone had sex and what hair color the partner in question had but this is also due to humans having a particular smell to them ]
- Proficiency in the languages, English, Korean, Tibetan, French, Italian, Spanish, German, Greek, Latin, Romanian and Russian
- Profiency in psychological and physical forms of torture
- Photographic memory
- Skilled artist
- The unfortunate ability to burn and char and then turn to dust in the sunlight.
SURVEY
WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER'S SOCIOECONOMIC BACKGROUND? WHAT IS THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO WEALTH?:
WHAT WOULD/DID YOUR CHARACTER MAJOR IN?:
WHAT IS THE MOST INTERESTING THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOUR CHARACTER?:
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER USING ONE SONG FROM THE EARLY 2000S: Otherside - Red Hot Chili Peppers
NAME 1-3 VICES YOUR CHARACTER INDULGES IN:
WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER'S LIQUOR OF CHOICE?:
HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER LIKE THEIR EGGS?:
IF YOUR CHARACTER HAD TO DRINK SOMEONE'S DIRTY BATHWATER, WHO WOULD IT BE AND WHY?:
Liam was born to a linen and silk merchant in Galway, Ireland. He was spoiled and took his wealth for granted, preferring the life a drunken whoring, layabout. He used his parents money and had no qualms wasting any potential he may have ever had. Once he was turned, and became Angelus, he had no wealth of his own, but partnering with Darla meant they had an affinity for the finer things. After being cursed, Angel chose a life of poverty, partially out of guilt, and partially to keep himself away from people and the blood he craved. He has lived in the sewer, in one bedrooms, in a studio apartment, and spent some time living in a hotel room around the McCarthy era. Wealth to him now means resources he could use at his disposal - and that is illustrated when he and the team are offered Wolfram and Hart as their home base.
WHAT WOULD/DID YOUR CHARACTER MAJOR IN?:
Liam, Angel, and Angelus all did not major in anything. Liam was born in 1727. But, were he to have the chance, if he ever wanted to go to night school, Angel might major in literature and study the classics themselves. He's read them all. Or, because of the proximity to books, he may major in library sciences. He could teach as well, so maybe Education. Definitely something academia-based.
Angelus would study torture. Just. All torture.
WHAT IS THE MOST INTERESTING THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOUR CHARACTER?:
This is easy. Liam locked eyes with Darla and she turned him into a vampire. Shee changed his entire life. He'd been disowned at that point and was going nowhere. She not only extended his life, but turned into a monster who would make his biggest mistake before spending years searching for redemption.
Unbeknownst to him, he is the part of a larger prophecy, that would never have come to fruition if Darla hadn't have chosen him. Because of that, he chose Drusilla, Drusilla chose Spike. He killed the wrong gypsy girl and that sent him on the redemptive, guiltful trajectory.
Honorable mention for being sucked into a Hell dimension for 100 years. That was very interesting. Lots of torture.
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER USING ONE SONG FROM THE EARLY 2000S: Otherside - Red Hot Chili Peppers
NAME 1-3 VICES YOUR CHARACTER INDULGES IN:
Angel tries not to indulge. But, when he does or gets the chance to:
- blood
- sex
- briefly, as a human again, so. much. food.
- also self-flagellation is a vice, right!
WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER'S LIQUOR OF CHOICE?:
Coffee and tea. Blood, slightly warmed. He doesn't really do liquor.
HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER LIKE THEIR EGGS?:
He doesn't. But, when he was a human all those years ago, he preferred them scrambled with large amounts of butter and nutmeg, as they made them in the 1700's.
IF YOUR CHARACTER HAD TO DRINK SOMEONE'S DIRTY BATHWATER, WHO WOULD IT BE AND WHY?:
Before she ascended, Cordelia. But, he would actually have to give it a lot of thought. Also, he wouldn't... want to. But, if he had to, Cordelia or in lieu of Cordelia, he'll always have a thing for Buffy.
Angelus would drink the bathwater of his latest torture victim, or maybe someone he killed. He would be a lot less discerning!
ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ, ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ.
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am i committing any egregious sins?
don't like my portrayal?
think he's becoming the island bicycle?
let me know!
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"[ a long, pregnant pause ] What? I have to - Hi, it's...Angel. I'm not...here ... right now. So, leave a message? I have to say thank you? Why do I have to thank them for calling me? [ pause two ] Thank you."
1. voicemail
2. text message
3. call
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Got a problem with how I write Angel? Any constructive criticism? Let me know! I can't fix anything if I'm not aware of what's wrong. Or hinky if you will!
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