You have one thousand faces...
"My mom took me to church when I was little and the thing I noticed most, was how kind people were when they thought God was watching; shaking hands, and hugging, and wishing peace all over.
And then we were all in the parking lot, chaotic as Hell itself, where they all drove like assholes and I knew church didn't make you any better than anything else after that." Names Full name: Arsen Javier Crow. (Are-sin Jay-vee-air Crow) Nicknames: Crow, Charming, Alaska, Arsehole, Aivier. Appearance Height: 6' 3'' Build: Lean, but muscular. Age: 26 Eyes: Grey and slanted. Hair: Black, curly. Longer in the front. Obvious scars: Missing right ring finger, three inch oval on his stomach. Personality Crow knows how to play a damned game, he knows how to let one see exactly what they want from him. Whether it be, a fool, a gentleman, or an asshole. Of course, the best lies start with a truth, therefore each face has a little bit of the real Crow within. He is silver tongued, witty, charming and clever. He always has something to say. Crow can also be brave, selfless, and kind to those who deserve it, or solemn and sharp to those who don't. The thief stubborn and smart, secretive and creative. He can't stop moving, born with a childish nature that makes him hard to take seriously half the time. Relations Parent: Jayne Crow(mother, Alive) Other: Fifer and Magnus Crow(Cousin's, alive) Tara Crow(Aunt, alive) Fiancé: Lisil Volkov. (Alive) Best friend: Liem McCuskey. (Alive) Friends: Arya Gallio, Archie. (both alive) Pets: Popoki(Cat) Abilities Physical: Lock picking, boxing, ground fighting, knife fighting, guns, painting and most other forms of art. Mental: Manipulation, acting, lying and art. |
Arsen Javier Crow"White may be the color of innocence
But it is also the color of boring. And I would rather be stained and loud and every wild color in the book Than innocent and clean And no color at all." |
You Are Our Sin:
"When I first met Arsen Crow it was raining. This was before everything bad happened, before he met Lisil, before they ruined him in prison and Dmitri Ivanov chose to use him as a knife holder....And like I said, it was raining, the kind of rain that came down sideways and stung your cheeks with cold. It was the sort that got under your umbrella no matter how you held it, and made the whole world blur, to create the perfect weather for daydreaming. That is, if you didn't mind the chill. I didn't, and as it turned out, I had a lot of daydreaming material.
I was newly wed to my wife, Maria, and the killer of my partner had just been sentenced to life in prison. I was only a block away when I got the call and because I was so close, I was the first to arrive and locate the guard that had been attacked....I remember being annoyed at how he stuttered. The guard never actually finished his statement because a shadow shattered the window to my left and sprayed the both of us with glass. On instinct, I'd reached for my gun,I had no clear target, and I didn't intend to shoot without one, but the sturdiness of the weapon had always been comfort to merely touch. When the shadow hit I only knew it was a person when they cried out in pain. I’d flinched against the sound.
Some part of me thought it was going to be easy, I’d shout and the criminal would lay down like some sick dog to be handcuffed, but I shouted and instead of stopping, the shadow lurched to their feet and ran. Stupid. Officers would be surrounding this entire place in seconds and on foot they wouldn’t get far, but I ran after them anyway.
Somehow through the rain, I'd picked out that they weren't just a shadow, but a man. With the weather distorting most of his image, all I'd been able to note was that he was tall. Then, it wouldn’t have mattered. This was a criminal, a dirty, filthy one who had done wrong. If I had to, I’d put him down. That’s what we’re taught, that was what I had preached to myself since the first day of training. So, I ran. I ran and shouted, oblivious to the fact that none of the moves he made were skilled, but frantic and thoughtless--he had been afraid.... Then he was only ten feet in front of me, showing no signs of stopping so I… So I pulled out my gun and shot him. The bullet hit him in the side and he screamed, it was a horrible sound. The criminal tripped and fell with a sick crunch across the road where rain water was nearly an inch deep covering.
He rolled onto his side, face flushed and pale before he laughed. He was nineteen with wide eyes and blood streaming from the hole I’d just put in him and yet, he didn’t seem afraid. No, this kid had laughed, still clutching whatever he’d stolen to his chest until the laughing turned into sobs and for the first time I didn’t know what to do. He cried his apologies, he told me or someone else I couldn’t see that it was okay that he was fine. And I just wanted it to stop, this was supposed to be a criminal who stole weapons to harm others, he was not meant to be a kid who’d taken a harmless artifact just to prove that he could… just because someone dared him too and he had nothing major to live for anymore. I've questioned myself ever since."
-Liem McCusky
"He held a knife, a gun and a smile.
Assuredly, the most fearsome weapon he wielded was that minefield of a smile." |
"Behold. From chaos, order. From ugliness, beauty. From Basic ingredients and an oven, cake."
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