
broken innocence
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OOC. ; 21+
They/Them. Timezone: CST.

OOC .
Hi! This carrd is dedicated to what would essentially be Faust's alter. As he is a repressed part of his being (by external force, mind you) he is not able to stay present at all times.While he is the original, past protagonist, he is not an "evil alter ego" or a "second personality."Vortigern is someone that has kept every memory of his trauma, who had fallen because of his own hubris. He is rational and calculating.
Amnesiac, present, Faust is someone who was given a second chance, while losing every piece of knowledge of his identity. He works on instinct, survival.They feel like different people, but they're still the same. He was simply reborn into a kinder world. Vortigern is a manifestation of unlocking those memories.If you wish me to explain more about Vortigern and everything involved with his lore of the 13th, in depth, it is extremely important for us to talk way more beyond just rp. I am not big on long-term stuff with people I don't really vibe with, sorry-not-sorry!
Tigger Warnings.
Since this is a character that handles heavily with abuse and manipulation (physical and mental), loss of control, disordered thinking, and dissociation. The topics at hand can be considered heavy. Please proceed at your own discretion.None of it is romanticized in any shape or form, and the idea of it makes me uncomfortable.Respect my boundaries about this.General Rules.
The same ones from the main carrd.-Be mature.
-Don't bleed IC to OOC.
-Communicate.
-If you want to create a relationship with the characters, let us have a discussion beforehand.
-Respect my time.
-No ERP.
-Don't be a bigot.
-If I am uncomfortable, I will leave.
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Vortigern.

NAME .
Lord Vortigern of Baron.AGE .
33 (originally.) 10,000+ in the Source.GENDER .
Male.HEIGHT .
Fairly tall (around 190cm.)ORIENTATION .
Men.RACE .
Viera/Elezen (You can barely notice the last one.)OCCUPATION .
Lord Commander of the Elite Extermination Force of the Red Wings of Troia. A dark knight for the kingdom of Baron.HOBBIES .
Chess, camping, violin.WEAPON .
A claymore that has a memoria crystal imbued in it's body, it glows in a rich blue hue.
ABOUT .
The would-be second-born prince in the royal line, and infamous for his existence as a bastard child. Raised by the royal house of Troia under pretense of adoption to benefit the narrative of the regent. Although he was never treated like a true prince, he was raised by the Marquess of Baron with the hopes of attaining a high ranking position in the kingdom's militia.A soured upbringing. He was treated poorly for being the king's bastard, often threatened with orphanage by the higher-ups and bullied by other knight trainees. At home he was trained to be perfect in every way he could, to maintain his composure at all times, to know everything that a proper lord must and more. He turned tired, angry, and cynical.He quickly grew in the ranks as a prodigy fighter, able to withstand much for so little. He sought the respect he was owed and fought like hell to gain it. He was greedy, even if he never let anyone know his desires. He kept that facade like a wall of solid iron between him and others.Before the flood of darkness, he had struck a deal with a robed man. As he reached higher up the ladder, there was only one thing he wanted more than anything: to see the fall of Troia. He made sure that everything would work accordingly, manipulating his fellow men to abuse the power of Memoria for 'their cause,' while seeing how much would the poisoned well of darkness would last. Killing those who would inconvenience him, or who would get corrupted due to memoria, making sure the soil was stained with their lives, so that the darkness grew stronger in the land. He became increasingly violent.Before the robed man managed to get back to him to use him as a puppet, with the hammer of justice in hand he made sure the regent was no longer alive.And so, the world faded to darkness.
APPEARANCE .
A tall man with light gray skin, long pitch black hair usually tied up, and sharp amber eyes. He has long fluffy ears, leporine paws (usually covered), and a small cotton tail behind him. He prefers armor and ornate clothes.AETHER .
Umbral-aspected. Through aether-vision, it may look like the aether itself is enraged, whirling around him violently.PERSONALITY .
Plays along, most of the time. Usually courteous. When not in the mood, he's cut-throat, annoyed, and serious.FAMILIAR .
A crow trained to spy on enemies and fetch items for him.OTHER .
He has the bad habit of smoking.VOICE .
JP Voice, ENG Voice, Singing: Masuda Toshiki/Howard Wang. He has a trained way of speaking without emotion, but doesn't try to come off as cold. He sings to himself when he's alone.

Hooks.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . O T H E R.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bitter. You may notice that his usual mug is not one of joy. There is little that can truly bring him happiness.Quiet. It can be easy to discern that he is a powerful fighter, yet he dislikes boasting about it. He prefers taking a wallflower role in any social interaction.Alone. He often prefers to be alone, and disagrees with company. Often finding them more annoying than welcome.Nightmare. Even now, after everything, his hubris still fights his conscience. He will not admit it, he will never allow it.Fortress. There is a limited amount of people he has ever let into his life personally, and he makes sure these walls are impenetrable.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . E X T R A.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Some NPCs and incidents that are part of his lore. They're not obligatory in a world where everyone has their own lore adjacent to the canon, but they're still fun to mention.The "Devil". An Ascian he has forgotten by now.The "Hero". Golbez. Another prodigy he never got the chance to battle before it all fell apart.The "Wannabe". Durante. One whose connection feels personal, like a mirror he wants to shatter.The "Dullahan". The beast who has been unleashed, having lost his head he now fights on pure instinct. His true form taken through memoria.The "Quiet". After the Flood of Darkness. The time between then and now, forever lost.
inspired by Daiba Nana from Revue Starlight, Loki Laufeyson from Marvel, Leona Kingscholar from TWST, Oberon Vortigern from FGO, Aglovale from GBF, Goro Akechi from Persona 5, Goro Majima from Yakuza and Faust from Doctor Faustus.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . H O O KS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Loss.
The heart was broken and memories were taken, but the flesh will always remember.Discarded.
A stranger like this has no place in here, therefore he is nobody.Rough.
The jagged edges should not meet the light, and they will find a way to hurt you.Blood.
Lacking a beating heart, yet the flesh still bleeds.Curious.
Maybe that untainted innocence is still somewhere, can you find it?Puppet.
Don't sell your soul to the devil.Useless.
You're just useless.
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Your rage, your misery, your love and despair is all taken from you. All those years of hard work taken from you in the blink of an eye. A mere puppet to do the dirty work of others.You have no freedom.
You have no will.
You have nothing.What can you do? Who are you to do anything? What is there left of you?
