❝ to all of my friends and gang members ... what a bunch of morons, except (y/n) of. ❞

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𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 ::
              euphemia vos salvatore

𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ::
             • euphemia (/juːˈfiːmiə/; greek: eυφημία) is a greek female given name, meaning "well-spoken".
             • vos is a dutch surname meaning "fox"
             • salvatore in italian means "saviour"

𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲(𝘀) ::    
            - effie (his friends as a way of pulling his leg for his feminine name, oh and his sister too)
            - salv (his companions and friends)
            - euph ( those who feel the need to shorten his girlish name just to avoid being set on fire)
            - the arsonist (his enemies and literally everyone in the underworld along with the police, why? its because of his habit of setting literally everything he dislikes on fire, whether be it expensive thousand dollar cars or villas or humans.)
           - the golden demon (literally every professional gambler in the world, cause the moment he enters the ring everyone is fucked)
          - mama hen (by his entire group and friends, much to his total dismay)
          - 001 (the mercenaries)

𝗮𝗴𝗲 ::
           28

𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 ::
           31st december , he's a capricorn

𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 ::
           volos, greece

𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 ::
           greek and dutch

𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 ::
           greek

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 ::
           greek, spanish, english, chinese, korean, portuguese, german

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 ::
            cisgender male

𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 ::
            reciprosexual

𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ::
            single so far, however he has his fair share of exes and friends with benefits

𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ::
             his faceclaim is shokudaikiri mitsutada from touken ranbu

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ::

𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡

𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡

𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 (psssst why can i see salv wearing this- *tries to stop the nosebleed* shi-)

𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 ::
           6'3

𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 ::
           191lbs

𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀/𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗼𝘀 ::
            salv has a bunch of burn scars on his shoulders upper back with a long vertical scar trailing from his left collar bone to lower back. he has two bullet scars near his right collarbone and is missing three nails on his right hand. he has the tattoo of a serpent covering his entire back, you can even see a bit of the snakes head near the side of his neck when he dosent have his tie and collar on.

𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 ::
            your oc lol

𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 ::
            as his nickname suggests euphemia is the (tired) mother/father/guardian among his friends and gang members. for his intimidating stature and looks, euph is an unusually calm and friendly guy with a very stubborn and motherly nature. yeah there are times when he can loose his cool to their shenanigans and end up spewing a bunch of rather hurtful words but those all mostly short lived instances because a few minutes later he will go back to his unconcerned looking strict mother hen side. he won't show that he's concerned openly but will silently help you with the chores, yes he is well aware of his actions and the others weirded out gazes but it doesn't matter. he may not show it but under all those vicious words lies a man who truly cherishes and loves every single member of his friends(yeah even the worst ones) and consider them a part of a family he had never had. he tends to be quite innovative and often comes up with the weirdest shits and cheap methods that can potentially ease their already hectic lives, most of which end up as a failure on his side much to their amusement. euphemia has gotten used to the regular pranks and weird names given to him by the others because of his feminine name, turning a blind eye to everything unless some serious shit happens. he tends to be unnecessarily sarcastic and rude sometimes whenever his mood is all issy pissy, but never once has he lost his temper on anyone unless they did some really bad shit. salv is a rare sort of evilly twisted genius who uses his mercenary tactics and solely depends on the survival experiences and knowledge he gained in the middle of the battlefield. none can beat him when it comes to mind games and ambushes. salv is often described as stone faced and unresponsive when it comes to flirting, everything just bounces off of him.

he isn't dense, just dosen't like the idea of falling in love again. although he won't show it but despite how humane and morally correct he may act or seem, in the end euphemia is still the member of a mafia. theres no way he hasn't/can't spill blood. but he makes sure that the blood he spills is not those of the innocent. you can consider him a serial killer of sorts, but one that kills only criminals and the kinda bad guys. abusers, drug dealers, r@pists etc are his chief targets and not a day goes without him spilling the blood of one, it's like a coping mechanism he developed inorder to keep his sadistic tendencies in check. he knows that this is just one of his worst traits but he fully accepts it and considers himself a monster and devil of sorts. because euphemia is mostly rational and calm, one often forgets how nasty he can get once properly pissed. the entire underworld is terrified of a properly pissed salv. the difference between the type of rage he shows towards his gang members when they're making him mad and the type when he's genuinely angry is like that of sky and earth. he may act all pissy around them and yell at them for a minute or two before calming down, quickly apologizing and getting over it. however when he's genuinely angry there's no way you're getting out in one piece, coming out dead is more common than alive honestly. when he's mad euphemia loses all sense of rationality and morality, all emotions simply vanish from his expression and he just goes.... blank. its the calm before the storm because after that what one experiences is pure hell. salv will proceed to attack every occupant in the room or area he is in before brutally assaulting them with a flurry of either rapid fists or a dagger, no sort (or amount) of apology or interference will affect him at all. by the end he's done most of his victims are dead, with the cause of death being either excessive blunt force trauma leading to internal bleeding(you can't even identify what is their brain and what isn't, cause everything is a bloody mess of brain matter, bone fragments and etc) or multiple stab wounds puncturing them like a pin cushion to the point one can see through those wounds. all his gang members have been instructed to never ever intervene euphemia during this unless they want to end up with the same fate. after the deed has been done, a very very exhausted(both physically and emotionally) salv will request to be left alone for a few days, no one knows what he does or where he goes after that because the next time they see him he's back to his normal self, acting as if he didn't butcher a bunch of people like pigs. salv isn't as normal as people believe him to be, instead he may be the worst among the worst(after all its always the quiet ones) because of the way he lived his life so far and the things he has seen, euphemia slowly developed a rather twisted sense of justice and equality. he thinks that people who have shed the blood and innocents of innocents and taken advantage of their helplessness should be purged. and so they will be, he doesn't see himself doing any good though. he just... likes it, every time he kills some scum he sees the mercenary king in their place, and this only adds fuel into the fire. every night salv has night terrors about his comrades begging him for justice and peace, which further deteriorates his mental health.

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" hate? that's a really misleading term, y'know more like a very strong urge to kill you. "

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𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 ::
              euphemia came from a very shaky background. they lived in quaint town near greece, his father was a mercenary who was always away at work, he was rarely home to the point salv can't even remember what he looked like. salv's mother was a far sighted cripple, so she needed constant attention and aide to do even the smallest of things. salv wasalways there for his mother, however he often found it irritating when his mother would spill water over herself accidentally or trip and fall. he just wanted his father to come back as they were slowly running out of money. he would often steal food and money from visitors, often getting caught and beaten thoroughly but he always fought back. his mothers health was deteriorating each day because of the lack of nutrients in their food. everytime she would get sick and salv was forced to steal, he would feverishly wish for his father to come back but he never came back, later when salv was 11years old one of his father colleagues came to their dying household to inform him about his father's death. apparently the man had died on one of their missions three years ago but because of their unfavourable situations they weren't able to inform them earlier. salv's mother had a heart attack and promptly died on the scene after hearing about the news, leaving salvatore as a orphan. his father's colleague offered to take him in, the child didnt refuse. but misfortune struck them again as when they were travelling to argentina from venezuela(because the man had some stuff to do there, probably illegal stuff) , their flight malfunctioned midway and ended up crashing in a thick uncharted forest in brazil. salvatore along with a few others occupants managed to survive while the others died on the spot. and that's where his life as a mercenary began, you see, this part of the forest where they crashed was inhabited by terrorists. salv barely managed to survive the rain of bullets they were bombarded with on their way to a nearby mercenary encampment. he and two others were the only survivors of the attack. they were the taken in by them and ended up becoming mercenaries. everyday was a new form of hell, attacks from the terrorists, danger of mosquitoes, snakes and other tropical dangers just added to their misery and their wounds didn't help at all, but salv preserved. because he wanted to live. 7 years later, now an adult, salv became one of the best mercenaries in the world and he was the leader of a group of 9, each specializing in differnet form of combat style. their division was known to be one of the best and were therefore given the mission to escort a few important businessmen to afghanistan for top secret meeting. however what they didnt know is that they were straight up walking into a trap. their trip to their destination was overall smooth and the place they were supposed to stay in was well secured too so their guards were dropped at the worst time possible. at midnight, as the 9 mercenaries were taking his shifts to watch over the others, they will suddenly ambushed by a group of terrorists. the building they were staying in exploded out of nowhere instantly killing three of their members. salv along with the other six immediately got into action as they exchanged blows with the enemies, succeeding to take down a few of them until salv was shot on the chest. well it barely managed to fly past his heart but instead punctured his left lung. with their leader down for the count the enemies started advancing more aggressively, taking down more 5 members. at the end, salv along with his best friend, august were the only ones left. ah august thay annoying lil'shit that refused to leave slav alone all the time, he was one of the survivors of the plane crash 7 years ago. he wouldn't say they were on the best terms tho, august would always on his neck being the curious little puppy he was, asking him ridiculous questions like 'hey why do you have a girlish name?' and 'where are you from?', yeah not really best friends. but they were good comrades and matched quite well. salv was dying and he knew it, and so did august. "run, you need to survive. atleast one of us must stay alive to carry the others will's." salv began, but was instantly silenced by another gunshot. "no way am i leaving you to die like this." the other man scolded him. "oh c'mon, stop being so stubborn you lil'shit!" "nope, cause i know that's what you love about me." salv was shocked. "y'know, i've always liked you. you are my pride, not just me but our entire group. so please, live." august placed a quick kiss on salv's trembling lips before giving him one last smile. it was a very bittersweet smile. "hey wait-" by the time slav got a hold of himself it was too late, august had taken out a grenade from his belt and was running towards their attackers. and then... then everything was red and orange with smoke and dust flying everywhere. salv lost consciousness after that, opening his eyes to the pure white ceiling of a hospital staring back at him. turns out he had been in coma for two months now. everyone from his team were announced dead, including the businessmen they were escorting. it took slav another two months to fully recover from the wounds he had received, and hell was the only word that could possibly describe it. after he was discharged from that hell salv immediately went to the nearest call booth and dialed a number to the mercenary king aka their leader to inform him about the situation. he picked up, they chatted for a while and everytime salv tried to bring up the topic he would get turned down to the topic was switched. at last after he finally lost his cool, he exploded and demanded an explanation about the sudden mission and the attack. what he heard next was enough to have him smash the old fashioned phone on the ground and smash it into pieces. turns out everything was their plan to have them eliminated as they had grown too big to pose a threat to his position, but what pissed him to the boiling point was the next words of the mercenary king. "i will make sure to send the remains of your group to their respective families and pay them handsomely. you too, just stay out of my sight and i wont send anymore assassins after you." and then he hung up. salv sat beside the ruined phone booth, his hands were cut by the shattered glass and bleeding profusely but none of them mattered right now. he was exhausted, emotionally i tired. the person he looked up the most, the supposed father figure of his life was actually a vicious viper that had been planning on stabbing them on their backs. he stayed there for a few hours before finally coming to a conclusion. he was going to kill the mercenary king. but he wasn't going to do it the easy way, he wasn't going to simply charge in and cut that bastards neck. no, he was going to suck that bastard dry of his power and throw him into an endless pit of despair. for the next four years salvatore would completely erase all traces of him from the face of earth, secretly planning his revenge as he slowly gained power behind the scenes, spreading his roots throughout the underworld. at the age of 20 he became the youngest professional gambler to make his official debut in the world of gambling, under the name of the golden demon of course. he won game after game, hoarding money and power at the same time as he caught the world's eye. in the spotlight he was simply a money hungry man trying everything as long as his luck could hold onto but behind the scenes, salvatore had spread his roots and influence all over the underworld. after he gained a certain level of control over it he started using his power openly, viciously attacking and damaging the mercenary kings valuable assets and allies. he plans on slowly devouring the traitors business and hollowing them from the inside out.

𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 ::
              - unnamed mother ,, age unknown ,, status dead
              - unnamed father ,, age unknown ,, status dead
              - thoreau rutherford aka the mercenary king ,, adoptive father ,, age 53 ,, status alive (now we know where salv got his signature eyepatch idea from, like father like son i guess)

𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 ::
             embroidery , daffodils , setting anything he doesn't like one fire , babies and children(no not those spoiled brats) , daffodils , studying world history , killing the human trashes , the idea of dying a lonely death , his family(the gang members) , the idea of karma and reincarnation , observing human behaviour and psychology , unique tattoos , shakespeare's poems and stories(but he hates the merchant of venice, he thinks that shylock was wronged and rants about it with his literature and ethics buddies) , red and white spider lily , dark humor , reading hilarious snake doodles , gardening

𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 ::
              corrupted people , judgemental bitches(y'know the type that bitch on others for literally everything) , those who become rich and famous using others hard work for their own , made fun of because of his feminine name(he's gotten used to it now) , those who hurt babies , abusers/p*dophiles/r*pists and those who hurt innocent people without any reason , people who justify their actions by victim blaming , vegans(those who try enforcing their beliefs on others) , rainy days(they bring back really bad memories) , karens , cancel culture , being nagged around for his unhealthy smoking habits , his insomnia

𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘀 ::
            - euph has a very bad habit of smiling whenever he's lying, making it quite difficult to determine when he's being genuine and when not
            - smoking whenever he's under stress, euph can smoke upto five packets of cigarettes in a day if he's stressed enough. dunno how his lungs are still alive.
            - his left eye twitches whenever he's either nervous or pissed , well he's mad most of the time (there's even a rumor circulating in the underworld that every time salv's right eye twitches someone dies.)
            - picking his food when in deep thought
             - salv likes practicing embroidery on all sorts of items made of white silk, specifically handkerchiefs. he does this whenever he needs to cool himself off or collect his thoughts. he has made several hundreds of those embroidered silk handkerchiefs, each sporting a unique design and different types of embroidery. these designs seem to vary depending on his mood and thoughts, effectively reflecting on his emotions.
             - he tends to set things on fire whenever he dosen't them

𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀 ::
               practicing yoga to keep himself sane , kickboxing , sharpshooting , gambling , embroidery(august taught him that) , gardening and observing his daffodils(they were august's favourite flowers), observing people and their behaviors

𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀 ::
               there was a point in his life when euph was at his lowest, his mental state had practically collapsed to the point he was only a trigger away from ending his own life. but he didnt, because somewhere deep in his mind he knew that he couldnt pull the trigger because he was afraid, terrified infact. so he didnt and instead did what most people couldnt do, ask help. and he got it, the immense support he got from his colleagues taught him a very big lesson in life, to never throw ones life away. euph's all good now but every now and then his thoughts switch back to the time he almost killed himself and wonders what would have happened if he pulled the trigger then.
             

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❝ there is bound to be a hidden blade in goodwill without reason and happiness that suddenly opens up is bound to be covering betrayal that cannot be seen. ❞

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𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀 ::
              - being touched unnecessarily
              - when someone dosen't cover their mouth and nose when sneezing and coughing, and say excuse me ofcourse
              - being interrupted when he's in the middle of speaking
               - loud chewing noises(mukbangs are a nightmare for him)

𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 ::
              getting his revenge on the mercenary king before retiring from his hectic mafia and gambling life and settling in some quaint mansion in the middle of nowhere

𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀 ::
              dystychiphobia(fear of accidents) , nosocomephobia(fear of hospitals) , thalassophobia(fear of deep water bodies like oceans and seas)

𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 ::
            - being touched or grabbed by the nape of his neck, it triggers his ptsd and causes him to experience either spiked anxiety or panic attacks
            - seeing any of his friends or loved ones injured or when they're bleeding, this can trigger another panic attack for him
           - the thought that someone or something might be watching him right now
           - sleeping, cause everytime he goes to sleep he gets haunted by the nightmares of the events from the past. sometimes those nightmares are of people he trusts hurting him and other times they show contents that are completely different from what happened.

𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗲𝘀 ::
            idiots, karen's, bullshit, seafood and pollen(yeah spring season are nightmares for him)

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 ::
            mafia leader, professional gambler(yeah actually gambling is an international profession-) , owner of multiple legal and illegal top class casino's all over the globe , illegal arms(guns and stuff) supplier, an ex-mercenary

𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 / 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 ::
           - one of euph's greatest talents is his ability to use the circumstances in his favour no matter how unfavourable they may seem. he can fool the humans general intuition or better known as the sixth sense/gut feeling, the one ability that allows them to sense and react to things that others can't see in people's expressions, their words and actions. the judgement that precedes thoughts. euph's expression making and his words, that is his talent which interferes with this intuition. he doesn't just fool people, he makes them believe him. sorta like manipulation but instead of the thoughts and emotions it's their raw intuition that he manipulates and in a way it's way more dangerous that either of the two mentioned earlier because there's no way you can reason with someone whose judgement has been clouded. this is what makes him so deadly.
            - quick decision making skills 
            - cold and rational with his decisions during work, preferring not to let any sort of emotional attachment or feelings get in his way 
           - knows how to make people lower their guard around him using his glib mouth 
           - euph is skilled with guns along with multiple martial arts as well
           - scamming and negotiating along with blackmail and torture if neccessary

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘀 ::
           𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 - 8/10
           𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 - 3/10
           𝗼𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗺 - 4/10
           𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗺 - 8/10
           𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 - 5/10
           𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 - 8/10
           𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 - 9/10
           𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱 - 7/10
           𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 - 7/10
           𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 - 5/10

𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵𝘀 ::
            - he has the power of money and wide connections by his side
            - is well versed in martial arts like taekwondo, karate, krav maga and etc. oh and guns and knives too
            - has high endurance and his body is basically as hard as a rock due to the intense training regimes he webt through back in the day
            - one of the top dealers in the black market, he had everything that he want be it guns or drugs or even human organs, but we don't speak about them here
           - has a very wide network of connections all over the world

𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 ::
            - oddly enough, euph is quite weak to tears and people crying. even if he knows that those are crocodile tears they still tend to move his heart by a little. the same goes for cats and dogs, but more specifically the former.
           - quite distrustful of people
           - can misunderstand things very much, especially in a relationship
           - is emotionally constipated and is basically a dumbass in the love field
           - tends to get distracted a lot whenever it comes to cats and dogs and hamsters and basically anything that is furry

𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 / 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 ::
          salv suffers from ptsd, insomnia and paranoia. he also has a rare medical condition known as hyperthymesia, an opposite condition than that of amnesia you can say. it’s an extremely rare and people who have it have superhuman memory. he can remember details from every day of his life, all the way down to what meals they had and the conversations they had with people. it seems like it would be a benefit but it actually becomes a curse because everything around him starts to be connected to something that happened in the past. in turn, he is haunted by the memories of the past and unable to live in the moment. although not a mental illness, the guy has a really bad habit of deluding himself to make things appear more positive for him whenever the situation in hand seems almost unbelievable, in a way he prefers to keep himself trapped in his own little fantasy than accept harsh reality. although rare, its very unhealthy and dangerous for both him and those around him.

𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ::
            - "i really love babies, because they are the purest and most innocent existence, uncorrupted by this cruel world. and you just tried to hurt one of those innocent beings, how could you expect me to let you remain alive."
           - "they say time heals all wounds, unfortunately time also has a way of opening the deepest ones back up."
           - "where money exists so does corruption."
           - "a balanced diet is very important." *proceeds to shove peas and broccoli out of the plate*
           - "i wasn't born a rich nor lucky, i made myself reach where i am right now so shut the fuck up and stop acting like you know me bitch."
           - "sorry lady, but i believe in gender equality."
           - "im so tired... just let me die peacefully."

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" i hate pain, not because im afraid of it but because its annoying and brings back nasty memories. "

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𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 ::
            i mean- yeah sure

𝘁-𝗼𝗻𝘀 ::
           platonic interest ,, bright and kind eyes, broad jawline, athletic, suits, dimples

           sexual ,, grinding, marking, biting, slight bandage but only if he trusts you, choking, blood, scratching, begging, rough sex, dirty talk, neck kisses, sweet talking

𝘁-𝗼𝗳𝗳𝘀 ::
           noncensual/forced sex, knife & gun play, piss/scat, abuse(physical), heavy bondage, anything that harms his partner, bodily fluids except the obvious lol

𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ::
           switch, well he's a top/some most of the but can switch to bottom too sometimes

𝘃-𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 ::
           haha nope

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" the past never forgets, and neither do i but i won't ever let it destroy my present and future. "

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𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 ::

         - euphemia is unusually popular among guys than girls

         - although he wouldn't let anyone other than his partner know, but salv has a small kitten as his pet, and a black one at that too.

now imagine him just sitting crisscrossed on a chair while stroking the kitten and the two of them just giving off the most evil villain vibes, ah sounds wonderful dosen't it?

         - anddd here it is, the reason why salv wears an eyepatch. no it's not for some edgy fashion, neither is it because his eye is damaged. it has a scientific reason behind it so lemme explain it a bit. remember how pirates see typically shown with an eyepatch over their eyes? yeah it has been proven that even real life pirates had eye patches over their eyes, the reason? because this covered eye allowed them to see in the dark. it gets a little scientific from here so please hold on. the eye patch could be used to prepare one eye to see in the dark, so when they would go below deck they could swap the eye patch from one eye to the other and see with the eye that has already adjusted to low light conditions. this would allow them to instantly see in the dark, like some sort of natural night vision. and that's what salv is after as well, he has many enemies after his head and therefore has to be prepared to be attacked any moment. and what can be a better place to kill him than a dark place with no source of light? here's where his eyepatch eye comes into use.

         - euphemia has killed over 459 people over the past 7 years. he isn't proud of himself but he ain't ashamed either.

        - the reason why salv was given a female name was because his mother(she had near sight problem and she's half deaf so...) thought he was a female child during the time of birth. she named him 'euphemia' to mean a well spoken child. she totally didn't expect her supposedly girl child to be a male.

       - salv doesn't have signature weapon, he prefers to use any weapon that is on him or around. he can use all sorts of firearms as well close combat weapons, but he finds nunchucks rather annoying and prefers not to use them. he usually uses throwing knives and handguns along with a pair of knuckle dusters as his primary weapon, with an ak-47 and sniper rifle being his second most preferred choice. hey man don't judge his choice of weapons, one of his comrades was a russian guy who had a kink for guns.

         - despite being a millionaire, salv simply loves scamming people of their money and draining them dry to the marrow(but this applies on the corrupted officials and companies up there) he even has a 'scamming company' where one can request for a certain someone ot their company to get scammed. first of all he approaches them(online) as a insurance company, which most of them consider a scam(which it obviously is) and delete the message, big mistake. the moment they delete the message the software automatically downloads a bug into their electronic device when then proceeds to steal all their private info and send it to salv. by the end of the day all of the victims bank accounts will be drained of their money by an invisible user that no one can track. and then when hes done ruining them, salv sends them a mocking message saying ' hi there! thanks for sponsoring our scamming company! ☺︎︎✌︎'

         - euphemia's targets dosen't just end to abusers and p*dophiles, he kills bullies, racists, homophobes and all sorts of human trash that shouldn't exist at all.

        - salv gets really irritated when he's considered a pyromaniac for his bad habit of setting things on fire, no he isn't a pyromaniac but an arsonist. because of his illegal activities he has quite a lot run ins with the law, but they can't do anything to him because of high status.

       - people often point out how his handwriting is similar to that of rooster scratching paper haphazardly, yeah it's that bad and then this guy just explodes like 'hey what's wrong with my handwriting?!'

       - salv has set hundreds of his men all around japan, be it in the politics or media or brothels. they act as his ears and eyes, giving him even the smallest info they can find. he's quite obsessed with his revenge you see.

𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 ::
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗿 - navy blue / pink
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆 - christmas / halloween
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 - dusk / dawn
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱 - pasta / sushi
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸 - coffee / fruit juice
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 - windy / rainy
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹 - scent of rain on dry earth / oranges
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 - something soft like cat or dog fur / anything rough like cement
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 - volleyball / football
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 - winter / summer
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲 - parasite / titanic
        𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 / 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 - psychological thriller / romantic comedy

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 ::
        𝗼𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 / 𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 - pessimistic
        𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 / 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 - daredevil
        𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 / 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 - organized
         𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 / 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 - logical
         𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 / 𝘀𝗮𝗱 - sad
         𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 / 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 - vengeful
         𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 / 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹 - doubtful
         𝗻𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆 / 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 - nice

𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 ::
         trevor devall

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 ::

      play with fire by sam tinnesz

      zombie by bad wolves

       take my hand by simple plan