Description
πρωταρχικός
Χρόνος /ˈkroʊnɒs/
Alias: Lēo
Occupation: Fighter
Orientation: Heteroual
Realm: Underworld
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Timezone: GMT-4
Backward symphony rinses upon the sight of the sky’s vertebra, colored in monochrome shades. Kronos—birthed, a dent to mother earth, all formalized cry echoing in post partum-throat. This is the introduction to rapture, absolute and visceral. He is everything baroque-fleshed and holy in the cradle of their handcrafted empire. The world it was called, the throne to his royalty, fissured with rusted gems and faux shine. He is the concept of time, shaped in ivory and covered in drying rust. Kronos—God of passing time and the time that takes all with no exception.
PERSONALITY
Imperturbable facade; calm and collected through most occasions, exceedingly observant, witty, albeit reserved. His real form cannot be seen by mortals, but he has taken many flesh forms over the years. Now, he takes form as Leo, a street fighter in the mortal realm.
There’s inexplicable insatiable dryness that catches itself between the columns of his throat; asks the universe if immortality is a curse or a blessing, especially when your throat is clogged with the mortality in bloom. For them, demise is a full blast, totality like the rest of the unfortunate. But for the Gods, it does not end in the absence of heartbeats and erratic breaths. For them, walking is like limping (other foot set in the grave): bones crack, crack, cracking but never truly crumble completely. Infused in his veins: a power, so tremendous, so universal, so overwhelming; astral blessings to dictate beginnings and endings. He collects elements that orbit the system, drying him off his genetics and cultivates chaos. Before they know it: he burns, smoke rising from pores the ocean can’t kill. To inject discord is a child’s play. Men and women’s wings are clipped with greed. Almost comical. Almost scenic. Time doesn’t stop for anyone (except for him.) This is how he plays the game. The cruel clockwork that ruled the globe once, it would want to rule the stars too.
THE PUPPETEER
One. Just a heads up more than anything—i’m usually slow, and very seldomly replies fast to anything so your patience is appreciated. Variance in responses may be indicative of several irl things.
Two. I usually prefer plotting. i'm not terribly good at it, but i try.
Three. I don't do one-liners, if at all. i prefer longer threads since i just write too ing much. but don't be afraid to not match my length.
Four. I will give you enough to work on, and if not, you are welcome to politely ask me to add to it.
Five. I do try to keep those i have threads with informed, as to let them know i haven't forgotten them.
Six. My limit is quite lenient. here to enjoy my time, hope you are too.
Two. I usually prefer plotting. i'm not terribly good at it, but i try.
Three. I don't do one-liners, if at all. i prefer longer threads since i just write too ing much. but don't be afraid to not match my length.
Four. I will give you enough to work on, and if not, you are welcome to politely ask me to add to it.
Five. I do try to keep those i have threads with informed, as to let them know i haven't forgotten them.
Six. My limit is quite lenient. here to enjoy my time, hope you are too.
