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CURRENT HOUSING:

Currently living both in his designated housing, but also Adams House (pretty much in Kavinsky's bed nightly).

 

SCARS / MARKINGS:
ENVY - Cut into his left forearm (via Blue)
SUFFER - Carving into his calf via himself.
WRIST SCARS (successful suicide) + Thigh SCAR.
WRIST TATTOO -  Paw on his right wrist (via Kavinsky)
THROAT TATTOO - A raven with its wings spread on either side of his neck,
the face is a skull of the raven instead, and the background is filled with blue, purple and hints of red watercolor splashes. (Tattoo shop on Mammons Island.)
RIBCAGE TATTOO - An arrow for Clint and an hourglass for Nat.
STITCH SCARS AROUND MOUTH + slightly damaged vocal cords - Thanks to The Veiled Order capture.
MERMAN Features; white hands with claws and subtle webbing that's retractable, iridescent scales over his hands and in random spots.

DEMON ATTRIBUTES:

Demon Teeth.
The beginning of Pointy Ears (not pictures because right now they're just itchy and growing).
[These are based off Hellburbia Suicide].
Slowly his hands are turning White and his nails are turning into claws (basically)





RICHARD JOSEPH LYNCH
aka
little grey dragon he adopted from Mammons Island.

 

N A V I G A T I O N:  kinks & permissions | visuals | funeral | bdsm info | cr chart
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Comments

[enoderedrum]

Power source?

[ Noah asked curiously.

And she wasn’t marked.

To be honest, there probably wasn’t any reassurance any of them could get at this point. They were never going to be safe. Never going to not be used. That’s just the way of it.

Some of them were just built to offer different things. ]

I think I was used because I’m empathic. I think that’s why they made me feel him. But the bigger why, I don’t know.

[stupetballs]

I'm an angel. Well, half-angel, but it means I have angel blood.

[If he was here for Lucifer's last dinner, he probably can gather what went down with Waverly, so she's going to try avoid elaborating if she doesn't have to.]

Have you felt him since? Had any feelings that aren't your own or anything like that?

[enoderedrum]

To be honest, I’m not sure. I’ve spent most of the time back trying to pretend that I wasn’t as effected as I was. Watching my friends worry about me every second wasn’t what I wanted, you know?

Anyway, if I had, I’m not sure if it was really him or if it was just the nightmares of it.

[ His brow furrows. ]

I’ll be more aware now, though. If anything changes I’ll let you know. Just in case that’s uhm. Significant.

[stupetballs]

You never know. All kinds of things turn up being clues.

[She's trying to piece together the feelings he felt with what she already knows and she's not sure there's a definitive conclusion. She wants to give him her presumed theories, see if there's anything he remembers that might lend to either one, but she knows she probably shouldn't skew the evidence.

In the end, she decides to put it in his hands as she reaches for a bottle of whiskey that she's prepared to share.]

Want to hear my crazy theories?

[enoderedrum]

Absolutely.

[ He eyes the whiskey bottle briefly before Richard (the dragon) decides he's waited long enough and crawls over to say hello to her properly. ]

Richard...don't pester the the pretty lady...

[stupetballs]

[Nope, Waverly's just going to brighten instantly when Richard comes closer, lifting her finger to scritch under his chin.]

No, that's okay. Do you want to come solve the case too?

[He's more than welcome to come with her. She does notice Noah eyeing the whiskey, so she grabs a second glass and tips her head to the side.]

C'mon. Sometimes it's easier if you see it.

[enoderedrum]

[ Richard just soaks up the attention and makes it known by making some huffy gurgling noises that he is more than happy to stay right there. ]

See it?

[stupetballs]

Oh yeah. I've got it all spread out on a wall over there.

[She points to one of the side rooms that she set up expressly for this purpose.]

I'm better at digesting information visually.