[Froas]

possibly trying for munin

[Eternal.]

At first, there were three.
There's always been three, but for the shortest bit of time, the three were one.
Three sirens, three souls, three sisters.
The oldest of the three was fiery and fleet-footed, she went by the name of Fantasia.
Soon after Fantasia was born, came the second of the sisters, this one was a silver-tongued recluse by the name of Eleni.
Finally, quite some time after Eleni, came Lair, but there was something... off about the youngest of these sisters. While all three fed off of the life force of others, and could be satisfied by this for quite some time, Lair's life force seemed to leak, and was constantly draining.
As the girls grew older, they also grew stronger. Rifts grew between the sisters, and they soon went their separate ways.
Fantasia began to travel and explore, never settling in one place too long.
Eleni made her way to a Greek isle, never to be heard from again.
Lair fled far away to Scotland, so as to never cross paths with her sisters.
She was alone. Yes, she was alone, but certainly not afraid. In fact, she had never been more at ease.

WIP

[bsktcase]

Possible reserve for Munin

[zaz]

mark

[star note]

Might try for munin omg gorgeous

[BecNessMonster]

ahh marking

[rottenmutt]

Name: Munin
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Demisexual.
Origin: Italian.

Theme song: Wolf bite-by Owl City
Age: 28 years old.
Weight: 160.3 lbs.
Height: 6'3 ft.

Personality

Munin for a criminal of his kind is rather odd. A murderer, one which most know of. He's always been a social butterfly as a child. Never doing anyone wrong in his whole life, but as he grew older the violence he witnessed only made him grow mad. Still, he won't hesitate to start a conversation with you. And as a killer he is quite courteous. Munin's mother had always raised him to be respectful, no matter what the circumstances happen to be. "Always remember your manners", is what she'd tell him, I suppose it stuck with him. Munin was always an irresponsible child, and never took care of anything. but living on the run must have changed him, he's always careful with anything he owns or has to work with. Now becoming very diligent. Munin always overthinks things, but it sometimes gets him in trouble. Munin is extremely witty though, throw him an insult or a problem and he can solve it as quick as possible. Munin is a loyal friend is he befriends you, but be aware, that he will act kind and nice only for you to help him out. And him to disappear under the radar.
but with good, always comes the bad. Which may be why others try to avoid contact with him at all costs.
Munin usually acts without thinking. Whether the results will be negative or positive. He's always been impulsive. His impulsiveness often leads him to getting into trouble. Which has left him detached from himself, and others. He refuses to accept love from others, thinking his isn't worth it. Not wanting to ruin their life with his criminality. Himself he is very impatient, so why would anyone want to be patient with a killer? That's how he views himself. Munin is vengeful and ruthless. he doesn't care what went through your mind at the time. If you've done him wrong, you better stay at least 50 feet away from him. Holding grudges like there's no tomorrow. And if he does manage to get back at you, you better run. Munin has been known to be very ruthless. He'll take out his pain on you, and his feelings if in a bad mood. Everyone knows not to rely on Munin anymore. he will only do something if it benefits him, rather then others. while he is also very sarcastic and mocks everyone. Often mocking others to hide his own feelings, Munin's mother always said he was stubborn as a bull, only doing it if he wanted too. And it was rare for you to be able to change his mind or feelings.

Childhood story

I was never the prized child that my parents swore I was. Our family was broken, past being fixed at this point. My parents had me, my brother, and sister. I being the middle child, my sister the youngest, and my brother the oldest of the three. Our family was okay for awhile, we weren't poor but weren't rich. But as the years went on, I started to realize that this wasn't what a family should be. My father drank all the time, while my mother tried to support us. As I watched my parents relation ship rinse down the drain the more he drank, he lost his job. Only adding more stress. Especially since winter was coming up. The winters where we lived had always been harsh. But this year they called for one beyond what we could ever imagine. That winter, my sister had died. Due to my father, he wasn't paying attention to her. During one of the harshest blizzards yet, she wandered outside. Me and my mother were at our neighbors, bundled up asking for extra supplies. I think they knew about my father, they were always more then happy to help us. No matter what happened. Walking into the house once more and closing the door, my brother in his bedroom asleep, though his television was on. But then it was like white noise, my sister usually ran up to me and made me lift her up on my shoulders whenever we came home. But, she didn't. I asked my mother where she was, but she said not to worry about her. She was probably upstairs. I helped my mom place the extra supplies away. not even paying attention to where my father was. But of course, the white noise was disturbed with him slamming the back door open. Scaring my mother half to death. "You look frozen to the bone dear," she told him, trying to help him get off his jacket. "Dad?" I asked confused, he look like he saw a ghost. When he suddenly fell to his knees, and when I mean fall, i mean fall. It was loud and echoed the house. Piercing the silence. "She's.. she's..." It didn't take me long to figure out who she was. I bolted out the back door screaming for my sister. When i saw a mound of snow piled up with her glove sticking out. I sprinted to it, to find her cold pale body. I couldn't react. My mother had always raised me to be strong, but I couldn't now. Soon enough my mother and brother raced out the door seeing us both. My brother lifted me up and my mom grabbed my sister trying to get her to breathe again. I knew it was to late, my I couldn't talk. My brother rushed me into our house, trying to warm me up again. Finally my mom came inside and I didn't understand or grasp this concept. But after that day I refused to speak to my father again. I sort of became the mute of the family. Whenever family came over I would ignore everyone, no matter what. And everyone knew never to mention my little sisters name again. He had murdered her.

As years and years went on, something changed in me...

I tell others my family was murdered, but it was I whom did it. I killed them all, except for my sister. Something snapped in my brain and drove me insane. And I wish I could still hear them, see them. But sometimes I feel as if, my families lonely ghosts follow me.
I remember that one day, I snapped. My father had hit my mother, the first time he laid a hand on her... and the last. I lunged at him and attacked him, he would not take another person I loved from me.My mother screamed as my brother had to yank me off of my fathers dead body. I was so livid, my adrenaline pumping. The neighbors probably heard the screams from my brother and mother. And soon enough, authorities would arrive. And my mother didn't want to watch me get taken away, nor my brother. We all took off into the forest behind our home. I told my brother to go with mom, I didn't want to go with her, I didn't want to get her caught up in my affairs.
She could live somewhere safe with my brother. I had to live on the run, and this is how my criminal life started. I turned into a thief, and the cops wanted me. my bounty was high, and I often had to fight off bandits and guards to save my own hide.
one day, I found them both in a small cottage. Still close to the town we all use to live in. And that was the day, something snapped in me. I broke into their house dead of night, and did what had to be done. No regards, no sympathy. I left their soulless bodies where they had fallen asleep that night. And I wish I hadn't, I wish I hadn't watched everyone I love die. All by the hands of myself. What kind of monster does this? Who you say? Munin...

On the run- by myself
Im so sorry by myself
Munins prison by myself
RUN By myself
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[epimetheus]

might go for unnamed, we'll see lmao

[squints]

if anyone wants to use my kias in their form hmu!! <3


ever ur a dork & lair is stunning and if i didnt have like 70000 kias id try lol <3
good luck yall!!

[Ianite]

Oh, dang. I legit remember stalking the original Staff Kia that Lair was an RU for o.O
not in a creepy way just in an 'oh wow what a pretty kia I wonder who's gonna win this bab' kinda way