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Plot
Muse A has been in hiding from the real world considering his life is rather boring, and well, he's not socially accepted anywhere he goes because he isn't considered 'human' by society's standards. Honestly though, he's fine by this. But when he hears about Muse B, a little girl sharing the same problem regarding powers, he sees that she is being hunted down by an elite group, wanting her simply for the money reward that they get if they bring her to wherever the hell a certain lab is. Unknown to Muse A, he decides to get involved anyway and manages to give her some shelter for the time being. In the meantime, the two butt-heads non-stop, and he learns that the girl is, well, a little shit. Muse B simply wants a normal life, but Muse A is craving the money that would come along with delivering her to a certain lab. But on their journey, the two will form a father-daughter relationship. Muse A becomes conflicted, and he believes Muse B is simply too young to understand. Will he go through with it, or will he take her in as is own for good?
Pairing
Platonic MxF
Topic
Uhh,,, whatever you call this
Characters
Muse A - Bruiser
Muse B - Nephele
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Aria Rose Hart ~ "I couldn't care less" ~
8 years old ° Female ° Sexuality is currently unknown because she's a child ° Muse B ~ Powers Aria has the ability to heal any wound, health issue, or sickness. That includes things like the flu or a common cold. But it also includes things like cancer and other deadly life threatening health issues. All she has to do is put her hand on the persons forehead and shut her eyes. The catch is she has to want the person to be healed or feel better. If she does not feel empathy or want towards the person or making them better then it will not work ~ Appearance ~
Personality Aria is everyone's worst nightmare. She is a bitchy child with sass and a hell of an attitude. She is very confident in herself and is often unafraid when she very much should be. Her bravery never tends to stem from where it should. She can be kind and she can care for and about things. Although she has the ability to don't expect it to be a common occurrence. She doesn't like being told what to do or where to be. As she's only wanting to be on her path and go her way. Authority figures aren't her thing. She prefers to be alone if anything. ~ Backstory ~ Relationships ~ Other ~ !WIP! |
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Roman Miller
"Fuck your destiny."
Name: Roman Thomas Miller
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Sexuality: As straight as it gets
Role: Muse A
Powers:
Regenerative Health -- Due to his DNA mutations, Roman heals at an exponentially fast rate. For example, being shot barely phases him, but as he's grown older, this has obviously slow down than compared to when he first receieved it. Nowadays, he struggles to even stand on his own two feet if he were stabbed multiple times or shot. But because of this, Roman could technically get shot in the head and about four hours later wake up. The only problem with this though? He loses his memory because he techinically did die. This hasn't happened to recently though considering he's been isolating himself for the past five or so years.
Combat Muscle Memory -- If you want to consider this a power, it could be just that. But ever since his DNA was mutated, Roman has had great combat muscle memory. He is skilled at fighting hand-to-hand and up close. His first pick is normally knives as he doesn't like guns. He always has at least one, maybe two knives on him at all times.
Appearance: Roman stands at roughly six foot two with a more stout, well built frame. He has broad shoulders and slightly slimmer torso though mainly his body is made up of rectangles. That would be the easiest way to describe his body shape. His body is covered in a multitude of scars, each regarding their own history, though none that he likes talking about. Most are scattered throughout his shoulders, back, and torso. Most notably there are a few bullet holes and long slashes along his shoulders, but other than that, the rest are minor. Roman's skin tone is a bit more on the pale side, though he does have a natural tan. There are some freckles scattered throughout his body, though there aren't many major ones or any that actually add anything to him. But back to his build - Roman is well-fit, surprisingly. He's quite muscular and just appears to be strong. Honestly, he looks like a bear.
Roman's face shape can be described as something along the lines of a more rectangular shape. He has a defined jawline, though his face is covered with dark facial hair that comes down from the side of his face and covers most of it. His facial hair is full, though he doesn't have a very long beard but it does hide most of the imperfections in his face. He has something between a light stubble and being fully-bearded, though most would probably just consider it a beard rather than a stubble. Roman has thin lips, though they appear more thin because they are mainly covered by his facial hair. They are rosy in color, and are a bit wide. His bottom lip is heavier, though both are still thin so it doesn't make up for any difference. He has a bigger nose, slightly crooked with a bump in the middle and larger nostrils. His nose points upwards at the end. His eyes are a brilliant blue, a more narrow football shape, and have thin yet long lashes rimming them that are dark in color. His eyebrows are really low, giving him a rather angered look all the time. Roman has thick, fuller eyebrows, and are slightly lighter in color compared to the hair on his head or his facial hair.
Roman's hair can be described as thick. It is a dark brown, almost black, though there are some grey hairs scattered about that can easily be spotted against the dark color. His hair slightly curls out against his ears, though he mainly wears it pushed back. When active, multiple strands would fall in his face. He has a slight part on the left side, though it is not defined at all. Roman also has a rather straight hairline, only a slight curve towards the middle though it is by no means a major widow's peak. He doesn't do much with it, even if he's going out for something important. His hair always looks sorta greasy, even if he's washed it. Honestly, Roman always looks dirty anyway.
Personality:
Stoic || Serious || Reserved
Roman is not the brightest. He's stoic and is constantly either looking angry or sad, perhaps both. While he is protective of himself, he's not protective over anyone else, at leats not in very recent years. He's quite stoic, normally not showing much emotion and he doesn't complain about much. Honestly, Roman simply doesn't have a care in the world at this point. When he endures pain nowadays, the man just takes it. He allows himself to only feel as he pleases, or at least only shows whatever emotion it is that he wants to show. That being said, catching Roman vulnerable is quite a rare site. Most of the time the man is angry, always raising his voice and probably breaking things. But finding him in a more quiet, sad, perhaps having a mental breakdown state is rare. If he has ever come to you regarding these sort of feelings, you've probably made some sort of impact in his life. You still wouldn't know that though cause he wouldn't tell you. Roman is quite secretive, though he doesn't lie. He just doesn't tell you things.
If it weren't obvious, Roman is serious. No matter what. Sure, his dry humor can be accompanied by maybe a snarky grin or even a chuckle, but other than that, everything is serious to him. Nothing in his life has really shown him how to simply live. It isn't that he has never experienced a life per se, but rather not one worth living or that he would want anyone else to endure. He simply does whatever it is he needs to do in order to survive and maybe protect those (which isn't many people) he deeply cares about. However, he has every right to be so serious all the time. People could so easily be after him and well, it isn't like he's going out of his way to actually be nice. There's no reason for it. At least not in this world.
Roman is not only quiet, but he's also reserved, mainly sticking to himself. He's closed-off and doesn't just let anyone in. Most of the time, others will annoy the shit out of him to begin with. He seems rather detatched from reality, honestly. He spends most of his days drinking and smoking, occassionally eating whenever he needs to. Roman doesn't go out of his way to simply approach someone and ask them how their day was. He only asks actual important quesitons, which, if we're being honest, isn't many. He prefers quiet time by himself, and if he was ever to let anyone in, they might as well just become terrified of him.
Cold || Self-reliant || Apathetic
As if it weren't obvious, Roman is cold. Honestly, it's for the right reasons. He has this way of giving other's cold stares to scare them off or saying something really out of pocket. Some would simply describe this as him being an asshole. To him, it's really the only thing that allows him to live. It's how he's so reserved and closed-off. He does this to ensure that nobody gets too close to him, because normally what happens is those who are close to him get hurt or die. It's simply his nature. A basic instinct. Though even when he was younger, Roman was always a cold man. Boy, even. So maybe it's simply who he is.
While Roman doesn't go out and do much, he's truly self-reliant. He doesn't like the help from anyone else or getting advice from others. He especially hates having to ask. It makes him feel weak in a sense and he hates that. When it comes to doing whatever work it is that he does, Roman normally tries his best to get it done as quickly as possible. He'd much rather lie in bed all day and simply do nothing anyway. He is always finding himself occupied with trying to keep the thoughts in his head down anyway, but working does sometimes help. That being said, he's super independent and has never really wanted anyone to help him.
While Roman struggles with himself, he doesn't want to have the responsibility of having to worry about others. In this sense, he's super apathetic. There has never been a concern there for himself or anyone else around him. That isn't to say he doesn't care, but it also is because why would he want to care? This world does not accept him for who he is anyway. It isn't a place he would like to willingly stay in nowadays anyway. But because he is still here, Roman finds himself not even wanting to take interest in caring about someone. It wouldn't end well anyway.
Tempered || Insensitive || Troubled
The main thing that drives Roman is anger. He has a rather short fuse, and as if it couldn't get worse regarding his no-filter attitude, it does get worse. Way worse. When pissed off, he normally becomes quite violent and becomes the biggest asshole. Nine times out of ten he'll say things he doesn't mean, but he also isn't one to apologize for it. It will forever be one of the reasons he still goes on considering the fact that his anger and temperment makes him who he is. Most hate him for this, but to him, it allows him to live. It's one of the few emotions he's ever really expressed or one that anyone has ever seen. To most, it's simply Roman's identity.
Insensitive is a great word to describe Roman. Or how he seems. Granted, the man doesn't take much interest in anyone elses' feelings rather than his own and could literally watch the world burn around him and not feel a single thing. However, Roman has been known to still care deeply. While he seems so apathetic, harsh, cold, stoic, uninterested, Roman still knows how to love. In fairness, it's like he's simply been too strong for too long. He has a hard time trusting others, and for the right reason. So he figures if he doesn't care, or at least show it, they can't get hurt because of him. He knows this isn't the best way to do things, but it's simply what he does nowadays anyway.
Roman is simply troubled. There are a lot of things in his past that he regrets and inner demons that he fights practically everyday. These demons don't allow him to escape his own mind. He's driven by anger, no sense of purpose, and feels as though he has nothing to live for. Almost like he's trying to find something to fill a void that cannot be filled no matter what he does. Smoking. Drinking. Even his 'friends'... He's simply lost, and tries his best to hide that fact.
Strengths:
+Regenerative Health +Combat Memory
+Physical Strength
+Honest
+Strong-willed
+Hard-worker
Weaknesses: -Reserved -Stamina -Speed -His past -Temper
Affiliations:
Aria Hart -- This little girl might be the reason Roman actually wants to die. She is in on the run from elite hunters, and he goes out of his way to save her as he sees a glimpse of himself within the little girl. At least partially.
Philip Lannon -- This old man has saved Roman countless times without him asking. Almost like a father-figure, but definitely old enough to be his grandpa. He's a wise old man, close to dying but Roman would never admit that he actually cares about him.
Backstory: When Roman was just a boy, roughly 10, he was taken in against his will and used as an experiment. By the time he was 15, Roman had been used to kill high-ranking government members for the sake of 'protecting the cause' of creating DNA-mutated people. When he was 18, Roman managed to escape. He is one of the first mutated people to ever be recorded, and when he was roughly 20, it was said that the experiments had been put to an end. Clearly now, that was wrong. But since he's been 20, him and Philip have been living together... whenever Roman wants to be around him. The two have a clear father-son relationship and care deeply for one another, but Philip has watched Roman lose plenty of people. Which he has. Roman became rather quiet after the age of 22, losing a woman that he loved. Since then, he's turned rather cold.
Other: Roman can play guitar. Is he going to play it for you? Definitely not. Would he ever tell you that he knows how to play? No. He's also a heavy smoker and an alcoholic, though these habits will not be very prominent within the RP for the sake of rules. Roman does in fact have a strong mouth on him. |
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Aria cried out in pain as she tripped on a rock running on a stone path. Rain was pouring down and the sky was black with dark clouds. It was the middle of the night and they'd found her again. She crawled to her feet frantic. She slipped her hands bloody and scrapped with her knees as she ran hands to her chest. She wore a brown cloak that flew around in the wind as she ran. She sobbed silently as tears mixed with rain water. Loud thundering footsteps followed her. She heard clinking of weapons with the thuds of the mens steps. She saw a small cottage like pub. She dashed into an ally at the back and slipped through a door merging with a crowd of drunken men. She sighed as she climbed under a table breathing heavily and now curled into a ball. She heard the man at the table speak and she say up straight realizing the table wasn't empty. A man sat at it his feet next to her. She widened her eyes in shock stifling a gasp. She held her breayh waiting for anything to happen the world seeming to disappear as all she could do was think about what would happen if she were caught. |
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"Would you fuckin' stop going through my shit, old man?" Roman asked sternly. Philip had been bothering him about cleaning out his old clothes as if he were a child who planned on going school shopping and buying an entire new wardrobe. To Roman, it was getting really annoying, and as of now, he would finally say something.
"Your old clothes are ruined. They're practically rags at this point," Philip pointed out.
"And if I were to buy more clothes; guess what? They'd all fuckin' look the same," Roman responded, a harsh tone in his voice. Philip clicked his tongue. "Why does it matter anyway?"
"Because, Roman, you need something new in your life," Philip replied.
"As if there's anything to live for," Roman said, semi-sarcastically.
"You know what you find at the bottom of a bottle, don't you?" The older man asked. Roman scoffed, slightly amused at this point.
"That's a great point, Phil. Why don't I go to the bar and find out, yeah?" Roman continued on with his banter, Philip growing annoyed. He was always easy to bother, but for some reason, Philip always tolerated Roman. He was a stubborn son of a bitch, and one of the only people that Roman even liked at this point. To be fair, it wasn't like he let anyone in anymore. Partially his fault.
Roman had walked out, not giving any time to Philip to respond to his comment. It had been storming, thunder clapping in the dark sky and lightning striking in the distance. Roman had basically allowed himself to get drenched, his clothes slightly sticking to his skin at this point. His hair was now flat rather than having the slight volume that it had before.
After a few more moments, Roman had found himself in a bar. It was rather small - cottage-like if you would. It was the town's main attraction, as it was his as well. He sat down at one of the tables, gesturing the bartender. "Bring a bottle, please," he said with a nonchalant sort of smile, the bartender bringing over a half-empty bottle of whiskey and a glass. He set both items down on the wooden table. "Thanks," Roman huffed, pouring a small amount into the glass.
Looking around, there was a whole crowd of drunken men. Some were trying to talk to women, but most were pushing around in a crowd. Some were probably looking for a fight, honestly. Roman shrugged at the thought before feeling a presence. It was one that was subtle, but Roman could sense that there was something off about it.
Barging into the smaller building was a group of men. All were armed, and Roman immediately stood up. The music had stopped, and slowly bending down to see underneath the table, he saw a little blonde girl. "Shit," he muttered. The drunk men had stopped what they were doing, letting the men pass through and into the center of the room.
"We're looking for a little girl. She's about this tall," he made a gesture with his hands, his eyes scanning the area. The other men did the same though stood in one spot while the main guy had continued scouting around the building. He came over to Roman, looking at the man.
"You look oddly familiar," the man inhaled. "Interesting," he then exhaled.
"What's this little girl gotta do with boys like you and their guns?" Roman asked, narrowed his eyes. He raised the glass to his mouth, downing the rest of his drink before setting the glass back down on the table. He stood about four inches taller than the other man, though the other man would in fact out number Roman.
If they only knew.
"She's got something we want. What's it to you?" The man responded.
"Curiosity," Roman nodded with a smile. He took the tiniest step forward, his hand just long enough to be visible underneath of the table. He wasn't sure if the little girl was even looking, but he made a gesture with his finger to go out of the door to their left.
"A man like yourself could maybe help us with your... abilities," he leaned in to whisper the last part. Roman grunted.
"Shut the fuck up," Roman muttered under his breath. "But I haven't seen no little girl. No kid would be smart enough wandering around here," Roman commented.
This would not end pretty.
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Aria was in shock as she sat under the table. She tried not to let her fear overtake her. She'd been in worse situations but this one had to be the scariest to her. The amount of men this time was stressful. Most of the people in the building she had attempted to find refuge in being drunks and addicts made it worse. She'd only wanted safety. She scuffed at herself. She'd been stupid to even think about or want such a thing. She knew she was young but she wasn't stupid. She listened to the men talk curiousty keeping her ground as she sat underneath the old table and on the disgusting ground. Usually at this point she would have ran. Ran like hell. Wouldn't have looked back but this man intrigued her for some reason. He hadn't cared to just give her up. He'd defended her. She didn't trust him at all. She knew such things could be diseving but she found it interesting.
Her silence paid off as she could hear every word of the mens conversation. She found it odd that these men didn't shove the defender away immediately. It took her a second to realize he must be somewhat known to them. That made her flinch backwards. She saw the gesture for her to leave but didn't trust it. No way in hell would she take directions from a stranger. She rolled her eyes at the though of him really thinking she'd listen to him. She knew he thought she was a timid scared girl. A child who didn't know what she was doing. She found it annoying enough she kicked him in the ankle. Hard enough to hurt but not enough to make her make sound or become obvious. |
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Roman had realized that the girl hadn't went. This could be told by the look in his eyes, mainly because they had grown slightly confused. The man in front of him looked Roman up and down. His gave him a side-eye as he made a gesture with his right hand, some men beginning to search the area.
"I thought you'd look a little younger," the main man then stated.
"Just proof you're merely a boy," Roman shot back, giving a harsh glare.
"No reason to be so cruel, is there? I mean," the man chuckled slightly, "I haven't even done anything." He shifted his weight on his feet, adjusting the heavy gun in his hands to fit more comfortably.
Roman eyed him, his gaze growing more cold by the second has he gave another hand gesture to the little girl. But before he knew it, nor could he even see her, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle. He had grunted softly, suppressing the noise from being any louder. If there weren't men armed in here, he definitely would've been cussing up a storm.
"There's nobody here, sir," one of the men announced towards the man standing in front of Roman. He clicked his tongue, though sighed in annoyance.
"Whelp, I guess we make her come out," he said, and immediately began firing their weapons.
Bodies dropped with thuds against the wooden floor, and Roman had ducked down, now practically eye-level with the little girl underneath of the table. He got a good look at her freckled face, blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Roman scoffed.
"All of this for you, huh?" Roman said to himself, though he was sure that the little girl could still hear him over the sound of the gunfire.
Hearing a magazine drop in front of him, Roman quickly took the little girl by the arm, swooping her up into his own as he began running out of the building. He had a good grip on her, ensuring that he wouldn't let go. Roman ran down the sidewalk and into an alleyway a few blocks from the bar.
"What the fuck is so special with you?" Roman asked between pants, having had let go of the girl.
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Aria gasped. She was in shock for the sound of gunfire. She covered her mouth. She sobbed silently. She saw the guy come down and her face when to a glare. She heard his comment and flipped him the bird. "Wow thanks," she remarked. She didn't care if the gesture she made was meant to be inappropriate. She enjoyed the reactions it got from adults and that it was offensive too.
She was scooped up and gasped. She punched him I the throat but knew he wouldn't have let her go. She kicked around knowing better to stay quiet but she knew she could still bully this dude. "Yes all for me," Aria sighed. She seemed a bit sad but also annoyed. "I'm special because I have some stupid power," she said with an exasperated sigh. She hated that she was constantly hunted. She'd had guardians. Many of them. Obviously they'd been killed swiftly. Each of them. She shivered at the memories. She shook her head recovering. "Now put me down dickhead!" She screeched. |
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Roman had gave the little girl a cocked eyebrow before hearing what a sarcastic mouth she had on her. She couldn't be older than twelve. Roman scoffed at her words. "You're welcome," he replied, his tone rather sarcastic. What was the trouble?
Feeling the contact to his throat made Roman want to simply throw the girl in the dumpster. He coughed, not letting up his grip at all, even as she kicked. "For fuck's sake, kid! I saved your goddam life and this is how you're gonna treat me?!" Roman snarled as she continued thrashing.
"Special?" Roman scoffed. "You mean you've got some sort of fucked-up mutation, huh?" He asked, raising his eyebrows, letting go of her.
"There hasn't been kids like you for years," Roman remarked. He hadn't heard of some sort of 'special' kid for about a decade. Why now? And why this one? What was he even getting himself into?
"Dickhead? Alright, listen here you little shit," Roman got down on one knee, getting to her eye-level. "You're gonna respect me whether you like it or not," he said, his gaze cold and his tone serious and sincere. "And you're gonna tell me whatever the hell it is these men want with you and what 'special' power you have, because otherwise, I'm leaving you here and you can figure your own shit out," Roman half-threatened.
While Roman couldn't deal with a child on his hands, and he knew that she had no idea who he was or that he had powers as well, Roman couldn't simply just leave a little girl. Not like this, anyway. Not while she was being hunted by men he already had dealt with. Granted not the same men he did all those years ago, but he at least had an idea of what they were capable of.
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Aria gave him an innocent look with puppy eyes as if to show she was just a little girl. She smirked at his reactions to her words but eventually listened calming slightly. She squinted her eyes at him. She seemed skeptical and unsure. She happily scrambled from his arms when he set her down. "First of all, I have no reason to respect you or whatever. Second why should I even trust you?" She asked seeming unimpressed. Her voice was higher and the words sounded odd coming from her young voice. She didn't like men for obvious reasons by that point. She wasn't going to tell this stranger anything until she knew more. She was annoyed she'd ended up in the pub. She'd intended for that to be a nice restaurant but with her luck she wasn't surprised it ended up being a pub.
She watched this new stranger studying him for a moment once she got out of her own thoughts. She wrinkled her nose seeming to dislike his appearance. "You smell weird," she said blankly. She sighed looking down at herself. She was disgusting and her cloak was soaked. She sighed knowing the comment wouldn't land how she would've liked it too seeing as she was probably not smelling much like flowers either.
She studied herself now. She blinked seeing cuts and bruises spattered over her muddy arms and legs. Her hands were scrapped badly and finally the stinging kicked in as her shock wore off. She blew on her stinging hands. She took her cloak off and wrapped the cold wet fabric on her hands getting immediate relief. She smiled at her own genius. |
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