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Description
He's a WIP still, but I hope he's up to code so far. Any suggestions/opinions? Feel free to comment below ^-^

Real Name - Orville Carlisle Wyght
Alias - Beelzebub
Gender - Male
Age - Sixteen
Birthdate - 2/26/15
Species - Corrupt Human
Race - Russian, born from American Decent
Where was he Abducted/Recruited - While living in Russia, he was kidnapped while hiding in a Roman Catholic Cathedral.

Orientation - Straight
Status - Single

Obedience - XVoid
Job - Xtra until further notice.
State of Corruption - Stage Two

Weapon - He's quite well rounded in the firearms category and can adjust to just about any gun. However, he favors handheld pistols.
Fighting Tactics - Aim to Kill.

Room Mate - None Currently
Friends/Allies - Pfft.

Fears - XVoid, but who doesn't. It's more of a general distrust.
Likes - XVoid. It's an odd feeling, really. While there's a lack of trust, there's also a general respect for her power. Smoking.
Dislikes - People in general, his current living arrangements, not being allowed to smoke.
Personality - While he's slow to brutal violence, he's extremely distasteful. Talkative people are annoying to him. It's not uncommon to walk away with a pencil or pen being stabbed at you. Around birds and other small animals, however, he's relatively peaceful and mellow.
Quirks - He enjoys watching and participating in brawls, even though it's rare that he'll engage in one. Bird songs tend to calm him while in a rage, which is why whenever he storms off, it's always towards the forest. Though he'll never tell his weakness for the small animals.

Story - Born in Russia from American immigrants, Orville grew up in the cold slice of the country for many years. His father, was blunt and rather harsh while his mother was very delicate. Well, at least he was told she was delicate. She died while bringing him into the world. He felt no remorse, hell, he didn't even know the woman. His father was respected by his men, all of whom were members of his underground weapons dispensary. He sold banned and/or outlawed artillery on a daily basis, and reaped plenty of money in the process. His son was often times left to his own devices. Be it exploring the woods or vandalizing the buildings in town, he could get away with anything. Though truth be old, he just wanted his father's attention.
It just wasn't meant to be, I suppose.
One same routine morning ended in Orville's house being burnt down to ashes by angry clients. His father had been hung on the front porch, as well. He was on the run just at the tender age of eleven. With nothing but a mediocre pistol and shiv, he had to make due. In order to keep under the radar, he began hanging around the church.
It was a nun that finally found his and patched him up. Ever since he grew mentally unstable and very irritable. The woman was very patient with the boy, however, and soon grew to tame him in a sense. He lived in the church's stables for weeks that turned in to months and months to years, picking up a few jobs here and there. These little 'here and there' jobs happened to be assassinations. The son of a weapon dealer being an assassin? Now doesn't that fit well. They were just to pay the bills and toss something into the offering box every now and again.
The sick part was that he enjoyed it. The satisfying final blow of a bullet to the head just thrilled him. This must've been what caught XVoid's attention.
He was perfect for corruption. A proxy was sent to retrieve him, but he retaliated harshly. Both of them ended up obtaining injuries, but Orville mostly. In the end he was abducted and taken in as a full fledged member of the Void Project. The longer he stays, the more he grows to enjoy the thrill of fear it brings him.

Skintone - He was never really tan, but more on the paler side. Now that he's been corrupted, his skin has a grayish hue.
Hair - His hair is actually a raven type shade, and it almost appears blue to the naked eye. It's very uncleanly due to the stress of being corrupted.
Eyes - Light, murky blue. The other is bandaged due to being attacked once by XVoid or a proxy, it was all a blur to him. That's the source of his corrupting and other the bandage... an X is forming.
Corrupted Area - Mainly along his neck and upper back.
Height - 5'11"
Wounds and Bandages - His left eye and entire right arm is bandaged due to injury and an attempt to hide the corruption.
Clothing - Around his neck is a grey scarf held together with dark straps, it assists in hiding the 'x' that's on his neck. His attire is semi-formal due to being abducted while hiding out in a church. The clothes were given to him by one of the nuns that was worshipping there at the time. Though the tail end has grown ragged and torn due to work and abuse.

XVoid - lovelymeows

Proxy - NightrunBlaze12

Description
He's a WIP still, but I hope he's up to code so far. Any suggestions/opinions? Feel free to comment below ^-^

Real Name - Orville Carlisle Wyght
Alias - Beelzebub
Gender - Male
Age - Sixteen
Birthdate - 2/26/15
Species - Corrupt Human
Race - Russian, born from American Decent
Where was he Abducted/Recruited - While living in Russia, he was kidnapped while hiding in a Roman Catholic Cathedral.

Orientation - Straight
Status - Single

Obedience - XVoid
Job - Xtra until further notice.
State of Corruption - Stage Two

Weapon - He's quite well rounded in the firearms category and can adjust to just about any gun. However, he favors handheld pistols.
Fighting Tactics - Aim to Kill.

Room Mate - None Currently
Friends/Allies - Pfft.

Fears - XVoid, but who doesn't. It's more of a general distrust.
Likes - XVoid. It's an odd feeling, really. While there's a lack of trust, there's also a general respect for her power. Smoking.
Dislikes - People in general, his current living arrangements, not being allowed to smoke.
Personality - While he's slow to brutal violence, he's extremely distasteful. Talkative people are annoying to him. It's not uncommon to walk away with a pencil or pen being stabbed at you. Around birds and other small animals, however, he's relatively peaceful and mellow.
Quirks - He enjoys watching and participating in brawls, even though it's rare that he'll engage in one. Bird songs tend to calm him while in a rage, which is why whenever he storms off, it's always towards the forest. Though he'll never tell his weakness for the small animals.

Story - Born in Russia from American immigrants, Orville grew up in the cold slice of the country for many years. His father, was blunt and rather harsh while his mother was very delicate. Well, at least he was told she was delicate. She died while bringing him into the world. He felt no remorse, hell, he didn't even know the woman. His father was respected by his men, all of whom were members of his underground weapons dispensary. He sold banned and/or outlawed artillery on a daily basis, and reaped plenty of money in the process. His son was often times left to his own devices. Be it exploring the woods or vandalizing the buildings in town, he could get away with anything. Though truth be old, he just wanted his father's attention.
It just wasn't meant to be, I suppose.
One same routine morning ended in Orville's house being burnt down to ashes by angry clients. His father had been hung on the front porch, as well. He was on the run just at the tender age of eleven. With nothing but a mediocre pistol and shiv, he had to make due. In order to keep under the radar, he began hanging around the church.
It was a nun that finally found his and patched him up. Ever since he grew mentally unstable and very irritable. The woman was very patient with the boy, however, and soon grew to tame him in a sense. He lived in the church's stables for weeks that turned in to months and months to years, picking up a few jobs here and there. These little 'here and there' jobs happened to be assassinations. The son of a weapon dealer being an assassin? Now doesn't that fit well. They were just to pay the bills and toss something into the offering box every now and again.
The sick part was that he enjoyed it. The satisfying final blow of a bullet to the head just thrilled him. This must've been what caught XVoid's attention.
He was perfect for corruption. A proxy was sent to retrieve him, but he retaliated harshly. Both of them ended up obtaining injuries, but Orville mostly. In the end he was abducted and taken in as a full fledged member of the Void Project. The longer he stays, the more he grows to enjoy the thrill of fear it brings him.

Skintone - He was never really tan, but more on the paler side. Now that he's been corrupted, his skin has a grayish hue.
Hair - His hair is actually a raven type shade, and it almost appears blue to the naked eye. It's very uncleanly due to the stress of being corrupted.
Eyes - Light, murky blue. The other is bandaged due to being attacked once by XVoid or a proxy, it was all a blur to him. That's the source of his corrupting and other the bandage... an X is forming.
Corrupted Area - Mainly along his neck and upper back.
Height - 5'11"
Wounds and Bandages - His left eye and entire right arm is bandaged due to injury and an attempt to hide the corruption.
Clothing - Around his neck is a grey scarf held together with dark straps, it assists in hiding the 'x' that's on his neck. His attire is semi-formal due to being abducted while hiding out in a church. The clothes were given to him by one of the nuns that was worshipping there at the time. Though the tail end has grown ragged and torn due to work and abuse.

XVoid - lovelymeows

Proxy - NightrunBlaze12