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Carlyl

Always has something to laugh about, often at other's misfortune. He also tends to have a taste for....innocence.

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a character in “Asheville”, as played by Princesse_Poivre

Description

Killer

Name: Carlyle

Age: Unknown

Appearance:
With a laugh like a hyena, he still keeps his face covered with two separate masks. The first is a cat mask. If he takes this one off, he's found a target and he's ready to hunt.
Under the cat mask, he has another mask that only covers the lower half of his face. If he takes this one off, he's ready to attack.
With black leathery wings with an inconveniently large wing span, teeth sharpened and curved like hooks, and a blood lust for innocence, he is a killer just as much as he is a psychopath.
He has white hair and stands at about 5'10. He usually wears cloak like hoods with the back cut out as to accommodate his wings.

Personality: He loves to laugh at other's misfortune and often is the cause of it. It could be just taking something and hiding it from someone just to watch them hopelessly search for it, or the crying of a child as he claws into it's belly. He finds it all quite hilarious.
He often feels lonely though so he doesn't always kill on site...sometimes if they're lucky, he kidnaps his victims.

So begins...

Carlyl's Story

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Carlyle watched from the church's roof, watching Checker as he walked into the graveyard. It was over a small hill from the church but from the high roof he could still see. He rested his elbows on his knees as he watched him curiously. The town had been a bit quiet lately and he was growing bored easily.

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Checker scanned the cemetery, searching among the crumbling reminders of lives lost. He continued walking along, sliding his fingers on the tops of gravestones as he went by. Finally, he found what he was looking for. Glancing behind him, he saw nothing but the rutted path leading back to town. No one there. He gave the church a once over, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. He walked over to the grave, kneeling in front of it. The name on the grave had long been scratched off, leaving a nameless body buried 6 feet below him. But Checker knew who it was. After all, he was the one who scratched off the name. He took out a long black hooked blade, and scratched another jagged line through the already illegible name. "What's it like down there, dad?" He spoke aloud, in an almost mocking tone. He stood up and dropped a black rose onto the mound. Snapping shut the blade, he began to walk towards the church, humming a tune as he did.

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Checker noticed the eerily tall man walk into the church seemingly out of nowhere. He stopped, startled. He was almost impossible to sneak up on, something of which he was immensely proud of. Yet this man had literally walked right by him, without him noticing. He frowned, and tilted his head when he noticed how the man was walking. He was walking in...strange, jerky movements. He was sure that this guy was a Killer, just like him. He considered leaving, but then mentally shook his head, and followed after the man into the church, intent on finishing his ritual. Who knows? He might talk to him. He might end up killing him, or vice versa. He checked over his shoulder, checking for Civilians. There were too many Killers in Civ territory right now, and he was concerned about a Civ seeing them all. Looking back, he continued up towards the church.

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Carlyl sighed behind the plastic cat mask as he walked into the pub, the tips of his wings dragging the floor much to his annoyance. He was tired. Perhaps tired wasn't the right word. Bored would be a better description. He was feeling numb and unentertained seeing as he hadn't found anyone to stalk at the moment. Lyle had never been intoxicated but decided tonight was just as good as any. He wanted to feel something other than numb. Something he'd never felt before.

His claws clicked against his small metal box that was meant to be a cigarette container but he used for miscellaneous purposes. Like to store a bit of cash though he never had very much. Carlyl walked to the bar and stared at the two, a bartender and a customer that was likely not an ordinary customer you'd see at Fletcher's. Lyle hadn't ever been inside this establishment but had watched Fletcher's bar quite often and there was a very obvious difference between the two bars.
He eyed both men carefully from behind his mask. He didn't particularly want to interrupt and considering his stalking habits, he was rather patient.

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Mr. Smith feels someone's eyes on the back of his head. He was used to the feeling, especially in crowds, but when it doesn't fade he gets suspicious. He puts on his winning smile and glances around the room. His eyes land on the on the man in the cat mask. His smile grows wider as he looks him over.

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Carlyl's grin stretches behind the mask. "I don't mean to interrupt but I do want a drink. Something sour and sweet if that's possible." He said as his claw scratched the metal on his cigarette case.

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Rosevault nodded at both the winged masked man and the tall one. He then turned his back to them, and began to prepare a Pinot Grigio and an Italian Sunrise. They would like this. He thought. Both have great bite to them. As he made them, he tried to listen in on whatever they might say to each other.

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Mr. Smith watches the man with interest. I wonder if he can fly with those wings. He chuckles to himself and tapped the bar idly. "That's a nice mask you have there. Where did you get it?"

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Carlyl sat down on a stool and set the metal case on the bar. His wings tightened against his back before relaxing and laying limp against the floor.
"I found it a long time ago." He answered the tall man.

He turned to look at the other man curiously. He was quite tall, rather handsome yet intimidating in a beautiful way. Lyle began considering the possibility of stalking the man but that idea was quickly pushed away because this man was a killer and Carlyl knew it would be very difficult.

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Checker sidled into the bar, the black vapour of the after-teleportation spell seeping off him. As it dissipated, he saw that he wasn't the only Killer there and sighed when he saw the tall lanky form of Mr. Smith. It was going to be a bit awkward, seeing him again, after Smith had saved him.He gritted his teeth. He noticed that he was sitting next to another figure, someone he had never seen before. He had wings! Checker raised an eyebrow. That was something he had never seen before. He paused, tapping his fingers against his sides, and walked up to the bartender, sitting next to Mr. Smith. "Hey." He muttered.
He flagged the bartender over. "Could I have a Snake Bite?"

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Rosevault watched the kid enter the bar, sit down, and ask for a Snake Bite. If he was in a normal bar, under normal circumstances, he would've laughed and told the kid to beat it. But here, in this place, he had learned through experience never to assume anything about a Killer. He nodded, and began to prepare the drink. As he did, he grabbed the Italian Sunrise and handed it to the winged guy, and the Pinot Grigio to the tall man.

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Mr. Smith glances over at Checker and his smile widens a bit more. "Now we have four people. This is much more fun." He avoided focusing on Checker too much. Mr. Smith knew appearing weak in front of some Killers was a terrible thing to do for your well being, and that if people knew what had happened with the fight at the bridge it would not end well for Checker, or himself. So he decided to avoid showing that they knew each other.

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Carlyl looked over at Checker and tilted his head a bit. His eyes moved over the others in the bar, openly staring at each of them longer than necessary. His eyes returned to Checker who sat closest to him. Through his simple cat mask, he realized this was the same person he'd seen at the church graveyard. This made him smile. How coincidental that he would see this killer again in the same night.

Carlyl began laughing softly, holding his hand over the mask where his mouth would be. He turned away to lean on the bar as he snickered, his wings tensing up against his back as his shoulders shook.

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Mr. Smith picks up his drink and takes a sip. His smile grows tense as the man in the mask laughs. His hand lowers out of view and when it comes back up it is holding a sawed off shotgun. He presses it to the side of the masked man's head. He looks over at the man with a wide smile on his face. He speaks in a cheerful voice. "Stop laughing. I find it annoying."

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Carlyl did stop laughing but he couldn't stop smiling. He held his breath because he knew if he didn't he'd start laughing again. This was why he usually kept himself away from others, especially killers. Much easier to watch from a distance.
"Are you afraid you'll laugh too and make that stick up your ass finally slither out? Or is that where you were hiding this pretty little thing?" He asked from behind his mask. Carlyl's wings stretched out a bit before folding up comfortably against his back rather slowly as to not startle anyone into firing. Carlyle held his breath again before he could start laughing but as his chest quivered, it was getting more and more difficult.

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Mr. Smith chuckles. "Funny. I am going to guess that you kill people with your jokes, because they are just that side splitting." He lets go of the gun and it falls to the ground, but never hits. There is no noise and if anyone were to look it wouldn't be there.

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"Oh while I do consider myself to be quite the comedian, I usually just bite their throats out if I want them dead. Or forced abortion. I'll stop there because I'm sure everyone here could talk all night about how they kill. Though I am curious....do you only use guns?" Carlyl asked, tilting his head slightly as he turned on his stool to face Mr. Smith. "Oh but before we get into that subject I think I should introduce myself. Carlyle or Lyle. For the love of all that is holy do not call me Carl." He said, holding out his slender hand decorated with black claws.

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Mr. Smith shakes the man's hand with a grip much too strong for his bony hand. "I am Mr. Smith. Yes, I only use guns. I find them to be more fun, and it is easier to fight Hunters. I can go hand to hand though, if I'm fighting a weak Hunter." He grabs his drink and takes another sip.

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Carlyle pulled his hand away and curled his fingers into his palm. "No first name? I almost feel offended." He took a deep breath and scratched the surface of the bar with his index finger, cutting into the wood a bit. "Where were you yesterday at 5:03?" Carlyle asked as he continued scratching his claw into the groove he was creating.

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Mr. Smith snorts. "I don't like people knowing my first name." He watches the man scratch the bar, thinking. "I was down in the bunker, sleeping. What does it matter to you?" His grin widens. "You get killed and not remember who did it?"

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Carlyl's wings tightened against his back as he began laughing again, snickering behind his mask as his shoulders shook with gratitude of the humor in simple things. "No no. I was just curious. I also didn't clarify if it was am or pm." He said with a massive grin moving his mask just slightly.

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Mr. Smith shakes is head. "If you think you are clever, you are not. I assumed you meant morning, because I go off a twenty four hour clock." He takes another sip from his drink. "I would like to ask you a question. How do you choose your victims?"

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"I....hm...well I don't often choose killers but it's so damn tempting. I usually pick humans I find interesting or at the very least entertaining. When I kill though...I prefer young. Children or infants. Fetuses are incredible. Have you ever eaten one? It's a taste you never forget. And you have to eat it raw while it's still alive. Maybe I should be working at an abortion clinic....though I doubt anyone in their right mind would lay on a table and spread their legs of their own free will." He continued scratching into the groove and looked over at Mr. Smith. "But I rarely get someone so young. I usually settle for children or sheltered adults when I actually eat. Lucky for me, I don't need to eat that often. What about you, Mr. Smith?"

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Mr. Smith doesn't seem at all phased. He had heard of much worse. "I kill anyone that refuses to do what I ask of them. As an example if someone doesn't stop laughing when I ask them to, I kill them. If it is a Hunter I kill them because they are my enemy, and any Killers that I have killed before."

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"Oh am I your enemy?" Carlyl asked in almost a cooing tone as he pulled his hand back from the bar and began scratching the pad of his thumb. "I am honestly hurt, Mr. Smith. I was already planning our future together."