Independent Multimuse/multifandom RP.

Independent Multimuse/multifandom RP.

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Watch_Dogs. Detroit: Become Human. Overwatch.

The Magnus Archives. The Umbrella academy.

Jordi is a social creature, even if his patience with people can wear thin very quickly. Strange as it may he, he's a friendly guy, but typically only on his own terms. If he was paid to kill a friend there wouldn't be much resistance from him. If they're a good friend he may give them a fighting chance instead of taking them out right away. But, in the end it's nothing personal.

He typically doesn't take jobs like that anyway. It creates enemies if they survive and enemies just cause complications. The only long term friend he has that he can't seem to get rid of is Aiden Pearce.

My point is he loves to talk. Probably likes the sound of his own voice.

{eternal sleep}

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The Magnus Archives Entity Tarot: The End

(Based on El Greco’s The Nobleman with his Hand on his Chest)

(The Eye)  (The Corruption)   (The Web)   (The Stranger) (The Spiral)   (The Flesh)   (The Hunt)   (The Vast)   (The Dark)   (The Desolation)  (The Slaughter)   (The Lonely)   (The Buried)

Born in Brighton, Oliver came from a pretty well off family. Business types who worked hard for their money and expected their children to work just as hard. Oliver followed in his father’s footsteps, taking economics classes as a priority, even getting a scholarship to the London School of Economics. He moved to London to start his studies, and to live with his long time boyfriend, Graham, after secondary school. 

Straight out of university he got a good job at a bank in the city, taking up his time and earning them a good wage. It was only after he started his new job that he started to notice a difference in Graham. Not only did he refuse to let Oliver see this flat he inherited from his parents, but there was just something off about the man. Graham had been taking courses in criminology, but it seemed to consume his life. He would write constantly, often incoherently. He typically tried to keep the stuff from Oliver, keeping it like a secret. Enough had been enough for Oliver when he confronted Graham about this flat one day, even questioning whether he had been cheating on him or something. But, when he knocked on the door, it hadn’t been Graham that answered. It was someone else. His nightmare come true, Oliver started to break down, crying out to this man to tell Graham it was over and he was leaving. He didn’t give the man enough time to respond before he turned quickly and left. He went back home, packed up his things, and went to stay with a friend instead. 

That was the first night he started to have the dreams. Nightmares of dark tendrils that stretched through the streets and up the buildings. It didn’t take him long to realize that this vision he saw was the reality of how the people on the streets would die, ten days before they actually died. There was nothing he could do about it, he simply could only watch. After some time, he started to see them while awake as well, just as he stopped really sleeping all together. 

Seeing the tendrils of death everywhere was what led him to try and find somewhere completely remote, somewhere where nothing lived and thus nothing died. All so he could have just one night of restful sleep. Only one place provided him that peace, and it was there that was ultimately his own final resting place. Point Nemo, the furthest point on Earth from all civilization.