08-05-2019, 09:34 PM
[glow=#2b0505,2,300]ENTITLED BASTARD[/glow]
//apologies! had work + a concert <333
There laid another villain among society. Fourthwall wasn't The Pitt's only shadow. In plain view, an ardent with great valor thrived. For a long time, he preached his power and greatness those around him. Some followed in his efforts, others doubted him, but eventually The Pitt's hierarchy collapsed. All it took was capturing two buffoons. With pride, Jervis rose to The Pitt's throne. Since then, he ravaged throughout the groups. Every group on the island had a taste of his wrath. From Elysium's ashes to The Blackguard's demise, he had managed to cause utter chaos. The war was in his favor.
Nevertheless, all villains had their weakness. The vulpine lacked physical strength, but made up for up with his sociable personality. Through manipulation, he managed to sway others to his side for assistance. From brutes by his side to planned spies in other clans, Jervis had everyone in his grip. Now all he needed was someone dearest to his heart. Someone that was willing to do anything for him.
From the groundfloor of the jungle, Jervis had been wandering about. He had only paused when spotting a treehouse in the area above him with a cocky hellhound laying on it's top. Among closer inspection, the fox determined it to be Fourthwall. He considered walking along momentarily, seeing that they weren't in good terms in the first place, but remained in place. It seemed as if he had to converse.
The ardent promptly cleared his throat. "Greetings," he called up. For a moment he debated wandering into the treehouse, but held himself back. Their previous encounters were not pleasant. He'd much rather avoid a beating. "You look rather relaxed," Jervis continued on instead. "May I join you?"
DISOWNED [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] DISGRACEThere laid another villain among society. Fourthwall wasn't The Pitt's only shadow. In plain view, an ardent with great valor thrived. For a long time, he preached his power and greatness those around him. Some followed in his efforts, others doubted him, but eventually The Pitt's hierarchy collapsed. All it took was capturing two buffoons. With pride, Jervis rose to The Pitt's throne. Since then, he ravaged throughout the groups. Every group on the island had a taste of his wrath. From Elysium's ashes to The Blackguard's demise, he had managed to cause utter chaos. The war was in his favor.
Nevertheless, all villains had their weakness. The vulpine lacked physical strength, but made up for up with his sociable personality. Through manipulation, he managed to sway others to his side for assistance. From brutes by his side to planned spies in other clans, Jervis had everyone in his grip. Now all he needed was someone dearest to his heart. Someone that was willing to do anything for him.
From the groundfloor of the jungle, Jervis had been wandering about. He had only paused when spotting a treehouse in the area above him with a cocky hellhound laying on it's top. Among closer inspection, the fox determined it to be Fourthwall. He considered walking along momentarily, seeing that they weren't in good terms in the first place, but remained in place. It seemed as if he had to converse.
The ardent promptly cleared his throat. "Greetings," he called up. For a moment he debated wandering into the treehouse, but held himself back. Their previous encounters were not pleasant. He'd much rather avoid a beating. "You look rather relaxed," Jervis continued on instead. "May I join you?"