“I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish -- you know!”
- Emily Dickinson
Watch closely because things might be deceiving
username; Byteme
name; Opiate - [O-pi-ate]
A drug with morphine-like effects, derived from opium.
gender; Male
Opiate can be described as quite the effeminate little male. He has the likely habit of being mistaken for the gender he is not. From his soft voice, so hard to decipher, to his body form and movements. Even his voices mistook him for a female the first time they spoke to him, except for the center. The voices in my head tell stories
Turn left for the sad and blue
He is silent as the darkness itself
and speaks like he is far from the border.
He is the one that makes the most sense.
His voice is low bearing, a mutt like mix
of such strong yet meshed accents, it's hard
to be sure where he's from. He says he's from
Sweden, the mother land is lovely. I imagine
He is telling the truth. His voice hits octaves
worse than his usual haul of saddening pitches,
when he is to ever talk about it. His name is Albin,
And he is very interested in rainy days. He seems
strong but you can hear his whispered, hushed tears
fall within the crevices of my mind. It is better for him.
Without his tears he may get sick, his stories are always
so interesting. They make my heart crumble into teeny
little pieces but soon after... I can never remember them.
Before you for secrets and mysterious
She can not keep quiet, but she always has
A reason. She tells me things I don't know, she is the ruler
of all things hidden, everything that you think you have
battened deep within your brain. She sees. She is all knowing,
a hand on the world and her eyes on everyone within the world.
Her title is blank, it goes from Resonaiter to Stalta, sometimes
I havn't called her anything at all.
She is the reason for all my knowledge, Stalta the brain behind everyone.
Everything I know, every trick I can use on you, my devious little book
of bad habits and deeds, done and kept in secret, comes right from her.
Stalta is, as you may say, my third eye, my extra sense, my accessory limb
when I already have all of them. My blackmailing system.
And to the right for pure petrying anger
For him the world is hell and he's always complaining,
his face is far into worlds distances off the map. Figuring Out
bad little ideas in levels you can't even imagine. He tells me repeatedly
I should call him Misha. I can only imagine with vividness how he appears,
Long curling horns with golden rings around them. Angry, red cheeks.
Dark eyes, Misha tells me I can see him well, even though I only hear his voice.
He is more energetic than anyone I've ever known. Always ready to jump into
the light and not think about what consequences follow us. His emotions control
him well, he is lead by passion, by desire. He is so very hard to stop...
His plans are brilliant though.
He's got them lined up from start to finish, the very first step I take to trip
someone, to the hand shake afterwards, a week later when I... "Just happen"
to see them again, and the careless little sale right after.
Extra
Though Opiate follows all his voices commands without fail he is not good at following most others whatsoever. It is only because they, he and his voices, have formed such a symbiotic relationship. He goes through with their plans, knowledge and rules and they get to watch what folds out from all of this mishap of their four minds. He gets something from it too, from a sale to information that could cripple down whom he doesn't like. They make a deviously capable group.
He is one to be to himself, a silent plummie that caters to his own needs, and his own resources before anything else. It is just the way he has been taught. A quirky little, energetic guy who lives for sneaky, tricky, shady activities, and discordant things.
He knows how to play at emotions, get peoples attention, be very coy and forewardly deceiving-- though he is powerless it does not provide a lack of skill, or confidence for that matter. How else could he be such a great merchant?
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I tugged at the hat on my head and followed him with my eyes. Yes, yes he was perfect. I twiddled with my bow-tie and pulled on a foxy grin. Ready? Ready. I, the pale faced merchant, stepped, skipping at my heels, towards the stranger, as if dancing. "Hello there, would you like to buy something special?" The flaps at the sides of my coat shook with movement, how amusing. I leaned foreward as I did with all my future customers, taking in his face like he was nothing special and I wasn't either. Ahaha, maybe I was.
"Yes, sir!" I answered questions unasked. Just how marvelous a merchant I am. "I have many trinkets, treasure and... " A slight pause pulled in for a secound, resting on my lips... Painful but manageable. "Ehh, a few things the authorities shouldn't know about," Shoulders sagging in a shrug, my sleeves dropped a little, not fully coming back.
He was thin, tight suit, sophisticaited and prim look.
No, eerie. Gullible suckers are always the best.
To bring fear
And to amaze you
"Mere mortals"