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alex turner
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ALEX.T
Professional gambler
❝ I'D PROBABLY STILL ADORE YOU WITH YOUR HANDS AROUND MY NECK.❞
irreparable.
Who is in control?
❝ They send me away to find them a fortune, a chest filled with diamonds and gold.❞ I'm bigger than my body. I'm colder than this home. I'm meaner than my demons. I'm bigger than these bones. And all the kids cried out "Please stop, you're scaring me." I can't help this awful energy. Goddamn right, you should be scared of me.
Who is in control?
Who is in control?
I plunged my hand deep into your heart and tore it out of your chest
and when and only when you collapsed like a useless, lifeless, ragdoll, did the flame of my hatred roar and simmer to indelible ashes that stuck to me and covered me in a thick coat of black soot I could not wash away no matter how much I scrubbed at myself.
and when and only when you collapsed like a useless, lifeless, ragdoll, did the flame of my hatred roar and simmer to indelible ashes that stuck to me and covered me in a thick coat of black soot I could not wash away no matter how much I scrubbed at myself.
6
january
winter child..
Straight
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24 years old
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psychopath
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semi interested
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❝ɪɴsᴏᴍɴɪᴀᴄ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ.. ᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ..ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴏʙʙʏ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ❞
Firm practice of misused methods originated what people labelled this lad. A psychopath with no sense of remorse for he killed his own brother with cold blood or so they theorized. Nosediving into the void of dark magic, an act of rebellion turned what once was a courteous child into a murderer. Not just any murderer. One which went on a downward spiral, a loss of composure resulting in the killing of another one of his blood. His father. Which reproached him like any parent would. A moment of anger had taken place to cause yet another killing.
they called him an abomination. A psychopath. A disowned child. Cold blooded and heartless. So he became every little label they accused him with. He needed to be. To survive in a world where judgement knew no explanations. He needed them to fear him. To stay away and never come near the child which killed his family with no remorse. He was content with himself, knowing he never meant to hurt anyone yet it was a truth he needed to keep for himself. When no one protects you, you learn to protect yourself.
Unable to linger around after his murders, the young boy left his coven in search for the safety that once was unworried for. He had no place to stay and from then on, his ability to deceive surfaced. He came across a bunch of morons which were obsessed with fortuna though having no powers for it. they committed theft and bestowed chaos wherever they landed. and Alex? he became their leader which they worshipped. having had no chances before his arrival. he granted them fortune. the ability to take all and not get caught. until their greed created a desire to take him down; having gotten what they wanted.
The lad merely laughed at their attempt, fidgeting a coin between his slender digits whilst a lopsided smirk quirked the curvature of his lips. it was funny, really. those morons thought they stood a chance against him. the psychopath which incorporated the goddess of fortuna. They thought he'd show them scumbags mercy. However, when his coin dropped to the ground showing heads, nothing stood in his way to execute the ones who dared defy him.
He returned to his old life with vengeful desires, rather bipolar when it comes to his conscience for his coin decides the fate of those who harmed him. The notion of mercy has been contaminated.