+ Jobs Unlocked: Merchant
The cold has always been more favourable to him than most. He waits, an unmoving figure within his nest of packed snow, made so that a fired rifle would not emit that telltale puff of snow -- he was meant to be felt, not seen, not heard. Even when the frost settles on his lips, turning his blood blue, his mind is ever-sharp and focused, waiting for his mark to walk into his scope.
At least he USED to be that way now he just cries in the snow and wants to be left alone save him
Name: DESUETUDE |
Nightmare of: A reaper in the snow, a white death striking with a single bullet. |
Title: Roshche |
Pronouns: he/his
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Occupation: retired sniper
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Personality Traits: uuahhghrhharhhghhg
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Likes: being left alone, quiet mornings, nice snow
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Dislikes: himself, los angeles, anywhere hotter than 20c
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Strengths: does not give a fuck (allegedly)
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Weaknesses: will sarcastically say "shoot me" but also he means it
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Alignment: Lawful Neutral
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