drowning in the pool of tears

How's my driving? Got something to say about how I play this AU Jack Vessalius? I strive to retain some of Jack's canon personality traits, but they will not be evident unless this Jack trusts your character, and that takes quite the effort.

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I will not roleplay smut and/or heavy violence with mundanes of minor age. I certify that I am of and over legal age, and I always assume that the people I thread aforementioned situations are of legal or over legal age as well.

I always fast-tag, and I will do my best to finish threads. If I skip over yours, it means that I need to think on it a little more, or that we are threading together in another scenario and I wish to finish that first.

Re: my tagging schedule: I am a flake. A special frosted cornflake. There are days when I'll tag up to 300 in one go, others where I don't tag at all, or tag selectively. Please don't be disheartened when I don't tag for days at a time.

If at any point I am overstepping your boundaries, please contact me ASAP.

- Andy

Basically this is casse_sablier and surfacage. Down to If she tries to fucking leave again / I'm going to tie her to the bed / And set this house on fire. The most destructive >: wuuu darling lmao ♥

❥ He never takes responsibility for anything; he is never at fault, even if the murder weapon is still warm in his hands. An extension of this is that he finds it very hard to apologise genuinely, because he almost always never sees reason to.
❥ He does know how to deal with affection, but only from those he's lied to - those that do not know that he's just keeping up a façade. Coming from those who know that he's a lying and remorseless murderer, affection just confuses him, because why on earth would you even do such a thing?

This stems from his firm belief that he is not, and never will be, wanted. When dealt with such affections, he will automatically find a way to justify it i.e., he'd feel obligated to return or repay the person with a favour or something of that sort.
❥ He reverts to childishness at times: he finds childish delight at the despair of others (because they look so earnest, it's funny), he will mope and pout and probably throw things when nobody's looking, he will jump on the bed when he feels the desire to. Attaching honorifics or calling someone pet names ('bluebird', or adding a 'mister') is a habit of his.
❥ Related to above: He simply does not care for anything else if there is something that he wants, bar someone actually seeing him. Jack has a tendency to become obsessed with things that he wants - there are no boundaries, no holding back. He always gives his all, and beyond, without a care for the consequences. This is the only way to earn his loyalty.
❥ Whenever confronted with authority, Jack swings to and from the extremes: defiance or subservience. There is no middle ground.
❥ He hates losing control of himself, and placing trust in others. However, he will gladly take control of someone else; he loves the feeling of having power over someone. Therefore he will always try to take over a situation, subtly or outright - the latter only if he's desperate.
❥ The thing he hates most is being a burden for others. He's lived alone for so long, that shouldn't change.

[last updated: 10/31/10]

His sword meets resistance; Jack knows it's two of Glen's ribs, so he drives the blade harder, twisting it deeper. There is cold steel cutting through his side, but it's okay.

Everything's okay.

Glen slumps against against his shoulder, when he pulls his sword back. They sink to the floor, and steel clatters against cold marble. (He's still as warm as Jack knows him, even as his hair smells of burnt wood and the metallic tang of blood.) The hatred runs thin in his veins as they do, and somewhere in the back of Jack's mind, regrets accumulate and press painfully warm against the back of his eyes.

(Those are tears.)

"You knew I was after you," he accuses, brushing Glen's hair out of his eyes.

He only laughs, weakly, that laughter that Jack had only ever heard as mocking. Jack wants to hit him. But then he'd die faster, and Jack wanted to savour this as much as he could.

"Of course I did," Glen breathes, fingers curling in Jack's sleeve. "What you do never escapes me."

"You knew I was going to kill you." Jack shifts so that he's cradling Glen's head and shoulders, and his nails dig into the other man's upper arm. He knew. The bastard knew, and wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of victory. he may have even just used Jack.

He seethed at the very thought. Glen had always, always been able to outplay him, in this demented game of chess that they were playing. "You used me!"

"Checkmate," Glen smirks, nestling closer into Jack's shirt, blood smeared on his cheek and nose. "Did I ever say I was going to let you go?"

"You - " Jack started, faltering; warm blood trickled down his side and trousers. He had come to this building prepared to die - on his own terms, he liked to think - exacting revenge on the only man he had ever loved. "Bastard."

"You're...crying."

"Shut up," he snarled. Glen's breathing was starting to become noticeably sluggish. Jack wished he would die sooner - he'd only wanted to be the last thing that Glen saw before dying. So he'd know the pain that he'd put Jack through, that he'd know the extent of his love and obsession. "You failed. She's not coming back, Glen. Lacie is never, ever coming ba - "

"I knew that."

The spiteful words die in Jack's throat, and his tears drop onto Glen's cheek.

Glen raises a hand to wipe them away.

"You were the only one who I trusted could kill me, even if I...lost my sanity," he says, quietly, smile soft and gentle and everything that Jack had wanted. A thin ribbon of blood trickles down his chin. "I wanted - to make sure...I couldn't hurt you any longer."

"You're - you're lying, stop it - "

"Think what you will." Glen turns his head into Jack's chest, and Jack curls up on him, tears that he didn't understand still flowing. "I've lied to you so many times, haven't I...?"

"Glen, don't - don't do this, I can't - "

"I think I loved you."

Jack stills, the world stills, and he can hear nothing but Glen's last words. He feels Glen's fingers spider across his jaw, and he presses them to his skin. "What - "

"No, I...I know I love you, Jack. Somewhere...along...the way - "

"What? Glen - "

But it's too late; the light behind his eyes dim, and the heart that Jack had always wholly given to Glen breaks like stained glass shattering.

Jack's state of mind is currently eight. He likes books, snow, making people happy, new parchment, affection, music, and strawberries, not necessarily in that order.

This version of Jack has something like antisocial personality disorder (for more information, see more information on Jack, and the Wiki article on APD here), and will not hesitate to do something, if only for the amusement that he shall get out of doing so.

Therefore, to those that I will possibly play with, please give me your permissions on what Jack can do and what he cannot, as your preferences as a mundane. I don't want to make anybody uncomfortable, so just to be safe \o/

Physical damage? When triggered, Jack will do his best to cause as much pain for a person as possible; he kills on a whim. He also has a history of sexual deviance. How much damage/badtouch/etc is he allowed to do to your character?

Take note that I will always consult the mundane first before killing and/or triggering sexual behaviour, but if you want, you can already state your preferences here.

Psychological damage? He loves doing this. He can infer a lot of things from body language and by listening carefully to his subject. I try my best not to godmode, and to make his assumptions and reasoning logical. How much am I allowed to infer from your character? How easy would it be? Would it be feasible for a mentalist like him to do so?

What are the character's triggers? Should Jack be able to mention them, or would you feel uncomfortable playing out that aspect of the character? Can Jack manipulate your character?

Special permissons: Anything else you want to say or if you want to punch me over the internet for playing such a horrible character ;A;, stick it here!

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CHARACTERNAMEHERE • <lj site="livejournal.com" user="LJUSERNAMEHERE"><br> <b>Physical damage? &bull</b><br> <b>Psychological damage? &bull</b><br> <b>Any other special permissions? &bull</b>

Thank you!

On an additional note: everything is free game with this Jack, save for killing and non-con. Consult with me first for these. Else, bring it on.

Disclaimer: I will not be completely accurate with the depiction of APD (it's too mentally exhausting to play a complete psychopath and/or sociopath, and it would defeat the purpose of character development), but be warned that this Jack Vessalius is probably one of the most dangerous people in any one game.

❥ He has an unbreakable façade of benevolence and cheer; he's practised and perfected this for over twenty years. Oz had Gilbert and Eliot to find him; Jack has had no-one. It is incredibly hard to spot the difference between this Jack and the others - he's just that good.
❥ He is very unstable. He will manipulate anyone and everyone for no reason other than 'oh, I was bored'. His pretty face and charming personality makes it quite easy.
❥ He has nearly zero sense of empathy and no conscience.
❥ He's a mentalist, meaning that he can read body language very well, and that he can subtly influence people.
❥ He's taken from mid-tragedy of Sablier.
❥ This Jack killed his Alice as an attempt to stop the Tragedy. If the girl died, the Will of the Abyss will lose her link to Sablier, and perhaps the Abyss would not swallow up the capital. He'd been planning to use her against Glen, but she wasn't worth the trouble, anyway.
❥ He had known about Miranda Barma telling Vincent about opening the door to the Abyss, and did not stop the boy. If Gilbert hadn't taken that blow for him, he would have killed the boy himself.
❥ He wanted to kill Glen for choosing Lacie over him, and since he was dying anyway, used himself as a seal to stop Glen from resurrecting forever. It was just to spite him. He hates Glen Baskerville with a passion - and he loves the man with the same intensity as well.
❥ He collects scissors. He holds a certain genuine fondness for Vincent, and had been the one to give the boy his first pair of scissors.
❥ Jack is a very dangerous man. Be cautious around him.

his reasons;

❥ He's learned from a very young age that he is not loved. Never was, never will be. The world is only full of pretenses, why should he be different?
❥ This Jack's Glen Baskerville rivals him in how manipulative he is. A very large part of what made Jack what he is currently is how the Duke of Baskerville overtook his life.

Jack was originally engaged to another noblewoman, Anna-Marie. However, the girl, after meeting with his back-then acquaintance, Glen, fell in love with Glen instead. Before she could call off their engagement, Jack killed her out of sheer jealousy, and made it look like an accident.

He then looked at Glen, closely; what made him so different? And in a strange turn of events, Jack became enamored with the other man, love devolving into obsession, even through all that Glen had put him through. His own Glen never reciprocated what he felt. Instead, he used Jack as a substitute, physically and emotionally, for his first and only sweetheart: Lacie.

Jack grew his hair out because Glen said it reminded him of her. The Duke had bought him the same kind of cologne. He'd even make Jack dress up in elaborate gowns, thread flowers in his loose hair, and order him to paint his face with women's makeup. When he'd step out into Glen's balcony, the duke would look through him and kiss him with a sort of love that Jack had never had.

When Glen took him to bed, he told Jack to leave his hair loose, blindfolded him, and told him not to make a sound. In the very same night (and subsequent ones), Jack never heard his name, but of a woman long dead: Lacie.

And he allowed it. Loved it, looked forward to it. Because if he could make Glen happy, everything was all right in the world, even if it was inherently wrong, even if it shattered his heart into pieces every time. At least he was still loved, even if it was a lie.

So he devoted his everything to Glen, and what did the man do? He killed everyone in Sablier for Lacie.