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Rente Moreau

A silver tongue in your ear.

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a character in “Back to the Darkness We Go”, as played by sixlilies



⚜ harbringer of war and chaos. ⚜




Rente Moreau.








Rente wears a very crisp suit to most of his occupations and a pair of black snakeskin shoes. There's something truly venomous about him. Sometimes, he'll wear a large coat with a soft rim of dark fur to keep him warm, but it's not always necessary.



Loving to make it big in the world and watching those beneath him fail, Rente is often on TV as a reality star or a commercial actor, as well as trying his hand as an adviser and a spokesperson in political discussion circles for big shots, once he's on that level of fame and that high on power. With the information he consumes and directs, he's able to weave a web between many famous officials with his silver tongue--making a lot of people depend on him at first and trust him as a friend before starting a livewire of political gossip and scandal, almost like the squirrel in the norse myths at the bottom of the tree. It's quite the intricate plan, since he usually ends up driving them to some costly failure, and whoever he finds most interesting is whom he manipulates--or perhaps possesses-- into succeeding. And yet--there hasn't been anyone who's thrown him out of works yet. Nobody who matters enough to have the power to get him fined, that is. Since he's always got lots of people in powerful positions at his side, he's usually protected. And even if he is by himself in the world at any point in time, he's filthy rich; rich enough to pay off any naysayers and to slip into the shadows for a while before someone else appoints him as a little mouse in their ear. This is how he puts himself in charge of armies, twisting the fate of those who cross him-- truly a harbringer of war and chaos.
It's hard to say what drives Rente to determine the fates of these people, even if they are already corrupt. Is it some kind of sick sadistic nature of his? Or perhaps in his own head, he considers himself a righteous archangel, driving those who are already corrupt into debt and suffering. He's using his age-old gift of an enticingly silver tongue to lead on deceit in the world of the bourgeois and mass consumerism.

Risk of Discovery

Surprisingly, pretty low. The only giveaway are those cherry-red eyes. The rest of his physical powers are subtle enough for him to get away with them. Good thing everyone thinks he wears fancy contact lenses.


So begins...

Rente Moreau's Story

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Character Portrait: Aj-Sha Suko Character Portrait: Vanessa Valentine Character Portrait: Valko Armistead Character Portrait: Rente Moreau
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Tick. Tick. Tick.

If a sound could be ovular, the clock striking 12 would be just that; smooth and cold, like ice, ringing through the expensive stone and only being shattered in its purity by the noise of a lock being clicked into place before turned by a key and made safe to enter. Then, human noises. Laughter, voices weaving in and out of conversation, exuberant and barely winded. A couple parchment bags are dropped on the floor outside, and the door is swung open.

Three figures walk into the cold and empty blackness. The middle one spreads out his arms, the two women surrounding him softly hooking their manicured fingers around the crooks of his sharp, well-dressed elbows, giggling and receiving his words as if pieces of candy were falling from his pale lips. He is still wearing his sunglasses as he pauses, whips them off for dramatic effect, and claps. The lights turn on. He strokes the women's faces with his hands and laughs joyfully. Despite his kindness, they are unfit to be in his space. They are Christmas lights strung across a huge, black hound.
"Welcome, welcome! I suppose you've never seen a place like this. I designed it myself--it's all very fine, isn't it? Oh, are you scared? I'll turn on another lamp, dear. Perhaps it is very dark. Nevertheless, make yourselves at home."

His teeth flash as they laugh and thank him with their tinkling voices. Rente's eyes are very, very red.

It's very likely that these two do not assume anything from him, even with his red eyes. Most assume that his other unusual facial features are because of plastic surgery; after all, in their business as evening companions to very rich men, slouching over their bodies over drinks and music, they've seen much more extreme. It's just subtleties...things that make him striking. Things that you wouldn't notice right away on someone's body, like the acute sharpness of a cheekbone, the curve of their cupid's bow, the odd glossy shimmer of their hair. And those eyes...

But he's not creepy, like the other man, a rich politician who they were previously hired to escort who pushed them around and used them as dolls.

"Come, come, come. I insist. Look, I even have tap here. It's good to drink some water after all the wine I saw him buy you. You see, alcohol remains in a person's body for a very long time if it isn't downsized by something else. It isn't poison, of course! But it's enough to make girls like you sick if you don't take care of yourselves!" With a concerned flair of his hand, Rente crosses the room and turns on the lamp above the countertop, running a couple long nails across the grooves of the marble and pausing when he holds up two crystal glasses, blinking from each woman.

"Well? Tap or seltzer? either will do fine, for your condition." They sit down on the couch, and are suddenly overwhelmed with the fact that a beautiful man stole them away into the night and subsequently had them fired when he accidentally viewed their misuse. And they begin to shake.

"My cute princesses," He gently hands them the glasses after pressing his palm to their foreheads. "My beautiful girls." He smiles, a gentle chuckle escaping from deep in his throat, his eyelashes shadowing his cheeks. "I hope you agree that leaving yourselves in my care for a while is best for you." They nod honestly. "And that the man you were previously hired by was not an acquaintance you would like to keep." Another nod in agreement.

"You must tell me more about him, all right? Your confessions must not fall on dull ears...That would be simply wicked to you to keep it a secret for that long. You must have been in such pain. I am sorry, my girls. I am sorry that such an awful, awful man was to do such horrible things to you." The clock is at half past, and it's best for them to leave now. He gives them his coat, he tells them to call him if they need anything else under the next couple days, and that he'll keep them on tab as much as he can, and that of course he is a very busy man so it may be with some difficulty that he is able to see them every week but he'll keep their paycheck full. They agree happily, and like that, Rente Moreau has given them new lives.

He has also gathered full intel from the closest companions of the rivaling politician to the one he's been in cahoots with since early spring, and he's going to use the information of the girls' abuse (and the following sex scandal to his wife, as this man is long married) to completely tank his career. The door closes, and Rente spins on his heels, bursting into hysterical peals of laughter and dragging his hands across his face. He's done his job--the one that he hired himself to carry out. Artfully bending humanity into despair! Black winding sheets of energy suddenly conspire out of thin air around his hands and feet, sculpting them into sharp, obsidian-like claws.

There is a bird fluttering against his window. His laughter subsiding, he winds there, his hips swaying softly, an unusually sultry gait for a businessman as he strips off his coat languidly and tosses it on the couch. He opens the window, breathes in the city smog, and lets the raven fly in, catching its letter in the air.
Dear Mr. Moreau,

Due to recent events regarding the daughter of Greed, Vanessa, it has come to my attention that the human race is becoming more and more aware of your less than mortal existence. As you can already gather this is not a very good thing. You and the other sins were sent to earth to taint it and if you're discovered you will be destroyed or worse, put on display like zoo animals. I highly suggest all of you return to where you started and discus this matter further as well as figure out the best coarse action to take in these trying times. A notice as been sent to the others as well.

Do not disappoint me.
Do not become a mistake.
Your Father

A slow, slick smile crosses Rente's face. He traces the Your Father with a strange fascination, a hum, like a purr, reverberating in his thin chest. His sculpted black claw punctures the period at the end of mistake, and he looks up to the security camera on his left. He smiles, eyes widening. Rente speaks into thin air.

"Ah, would you look at that! This life is becoming more wonderful than previously expected."

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Character Portrait: Aj-Sha Suko Character Portrait: Quincy Bordelon Character Portrait: Vanessa Valentine Character Portrait: Marjeta Branković Character Portrait: Bertholdt Müller Character Portrait: Valko Armistead Character Portrait: Rente Moreau Character Portrait: Estrelle Monette Character Portrait: Nathaniel morris
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Heavy snow swirled around them in the grey, foggy atmosphere as they trudged through the forest. Aj-Sha hugged her coat closer to her as they followed an all to familiar path, her face holding an somber expression uncharacteristic to her. This way flooded her mind with memories of the past.

She bit her lip anxiously and tried to focus only on the sound of her crunching footsteps and ignore the faint feeling of blood on her hands and face. When Aj-Sha had left this shelter she had left her secret with it. Now that she was returning it was too. She shivered and took a deep breath, the hot air flowing a frosty white through her slightly parted lips.

She rolled her shoulders, readjusting her backpack full of her personal wares and looked up at her eight (in a way) siblings. Aj-Sha could remember clearly the day they were formed and given life. Child-sized and dumped in the middle of nowhere, naive and surging with immense power. They had no knowledge of how to control it and no one to teach them. She scowled under her breath as she remembered how they learned the hard way that mortals would give no help either, and they weren't to pleased with those who were different. She still flinched expecting the searing pain of licking flames whenever she heard the word "witch." They may be immortal but that didn't mean they didn't feel pain.

They were driven out by mobs and that's why they made this shelter. If no one was going to help them they were going to learn to survive themselves. And they did.

They all stopped outside the invisible barrier further hiding their home from the outside world. It was they only present they had received from their supposed father. Small, faint glows of their colors that only they could see marked its edge. Aj-Sha swallowed and gathered herself, knowing whaat was to come with crossing it. She reached out and pushed her hand through, wincing as she watched it turn from human to one that belonged to her true form. The barrier hid their home but they could not hide from themselves inside.

She clenched her jaw and took another deep breath through clenched teeth, closing her eyes, she moved the rest of herself inside. She gasped and coughed as power surged through her at a rapid rate. Her nails dug into the ground and her tail flicked back and forth as she waited out the pain. Her eyes flared and blue energy poured out of her mouth creating a pool around her. As well as taking away the power to change their form it also temporarily magnified their power beyond control instantly. And it was not fun. Such a sudden release of so much power would leave a lesser being dead. It felt like a bomb going of in every inch of her body.

After about 30 seconds the pain started to die and Aj-Sha's control returned. She panted heavily as she fought to regain her breath.

She looked at those around her, "You know dears, even when we did that every day I never got used to it."

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Character Portrait: Aj-Sha Suko Character Portrait: Quincy Bordelon Character Portrait: Vanessa Valentine Character Portrait: Marjeta Branković Character Portrait: Bertholdt Müller Character Portrait: Valko Armistead Character Portrait: Rente Moreau Character Portrait: Estrelle Monette Character Portrait: Nathaniel morris
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Valko grumbled nearly the whole journey, starting from the time they left the brothel. There was no part of this situation that he liked, and even worse, there was nothing he could do about it. Unless they wanted to take weeks to reach their home then flying was the only option, and he hated flying. Then there was the cold. He had been born in this region, by which he was tossed out into the snow after his creation by his father, and he had left as soon as he could manage it. The accusations of his being a demon and begin chased out by holymen had helped as well, of course. But now he was back, and worse, that bastard Quincy would be there.

Since they had met, neither man had liked the other. Each of them tried again and again to get the other caught or killed when they were younger, then they tried to use their powers on one another. The joke was on Quincy, though, because Valko never ate anything he didn't prepare for himself.

The snow crunched and the cold winds sang through the trees. Valko had no idea what season it was, there was always snow, a perpetual winter no matter what the calendar might say. Over his normal attire, Aj-Sha had persuaded him to wear an old long coat, made of leather and lined with the fur of a grey wolf. If not for her insistence he wouldn't have worn a coat at all. The cold wouldn't kill him, thanks to his power he ran to hot for that.

To Valko, the barrier was, at first, completely invisible, but the closer he got he saw it as something like a mirror, reflecting the mortal world back, warning humans to stay away. A green light shimmered before him on the surface, and it rippled as Aj-Sha stepped through to the other side. Cursing, Valko followed soon after.

The surge of power that hit him was like being struck by lighting; it hurt, it burned, and it pissed him off. His human appearance was burned away by the energy, and at once it was like his arms were engulfed in dark green flames. Rattling off a string of curses in a language long forgotten, Valko walks off to the side, where a plain looking black slab of stone stands. Scratches and cracks pit the surface, and when he slams first his left, then his right fist into the stone, two more cracks appear. If this stone were from the mortal realm, it would be dust, but as it was Valko took the brunt of the damage. But it helped calm him down.

"I see you're just as reckless as every, Val." Said a rumbling voice from across the way.

Turning, Valko can see Quincy, his stomach open and grinning at him, licking it's lips. He often wondered if the oaf had a second brain to control that thing.

"And you're still shamelessly plugging your shit microwave food." Valko says, wrath, his namesake, flooding into his voice. "They tried to make me eat one of those lard and chicken bone stomach aches on the flight over here!"

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Character Portrait: Aj-Sha Suko Character Portrait: Quincy Bordelon Character Portrait: Vanessa Valentine Character Portrait: Marjeta Branković Character Portrait: Bertholdt Müller Character Portrait: Valko Armistead Character Portrait: Rente Moreau Character Portrait: Estrelle Monette Character Portrait: Nathaniel morris
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Vanessa pulled her white fur coat tighter as she trudged through the heavy snow in thick hiking boots. Snow belted down around her melting on her skin as it landed wetting her blond hair causing strands to cling to her cheeks. She had taken a helicopter to a nearby town in Russia. From there she had rented a red Ferrari and driven as far as the roads were able to the place where they all began. At the foot of the mountain, she had met up with her fellow sins. It had been a very long time since she had seen any of them. It was a sobering reunion.

Together they followed an all too familiar path through the thick fog of snow against a grey sky. She had never truly wanted to return to this place. It was bleak and reminded her too much of their past, of the harsh truths they had learned about mortals when discovering themselves. It had been an incredibly difficult time of their lives as they grew, learning to control their powers, and themselves.

Soon they reached the barrier that lead to their home in those dark times. It shimmered against the light that struck it colours flickered through along the edges. Thier colours, their powers. Vannessa stood back as Aj-Sha took the first step through the barrier. As she moved her full body through Aj-Sha disappeared behind the barrier. Vanessa knew she would now be in her true form. A curse of the barrier.

Valko was the next to take the plunge. Quincy following eager not to be left behind by his rival. Vanessa rolled her eyes at them. Since their existence sparked life they had been at each other's throats. It irritated her but she had grown accepting of it after all these years. She no longer tried to talk them out of their ways as she once did in the past.

With a heavy sigh Vanessa loosened her grip on her fur coat.

"Let's get this over with then" she grumbled.

Without hesitation, she stepped through the portal in one quick motion preferring to take the blunt of the power surge rather than inching her way through. As she stepped through to the other side her arms flexed beside her as instant pain surged through her body. It felt as though needles were prickled against her skin in every nook and crany of her body. She winced her expression showing her pain as power coarsed through her body. Brown mist began to flow from her feet flowing smoothly from the ground wrapping itself around her legs traveling towards her torso, arms and finally head. "Fucking Hell" she cursed as her head became engulfed.

As quickly as it had started the pain began to dissipate the brown mist falling back to the ground. As the mist left her body her once human features were replaced with those of her true form. Her skin pale she looked towards Aj-Sha, Valko and Quincy with cold blue eyes her head now crowned with two large golden jagged horns which splintered. They curled towards her shoulders as overlapping horn straightened above her head. The skin of her arms was pure white before melting into a darkened black at her wrists her hand the colour of coal. Opening her ruby red lips she spoke with a velvet voice. "Let's be glad we don't 'have' to do this every day" Vannessa replied to Aj-Sha's comment.

"I must agree with Valko Quincy, I am sick of only having your 'meals' as an option when I travel. Vannessa raised her eyebrows at him before dropping her shoulders and relaxing into her true form after a long absence. "Though I have to commend your achievement to infect the world with your gluttony"

Stepping forward into the cave out of the glare of the barrier Vanessa turned to face the sins placed her hands on her hips holding her head with air of superiority. "Well, shall we return to our beginnings" she indicated towards the darkness of the cave and the home that it lead too.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Aj-Sha Suko Character Portrait: Quincy Bordelon Character Portrait: Vanessa Valentine Character Portrait: Marjeta Branković Character Portrait: Bertholdt Müller Character Portrait: Valko Armistead Character Portrait: Rente Moreau Character Portrait: Estrelle Monette
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Marjeta Brankovic

As the sins began to make their way into their hideout as it were, Marjeta began to pout, feeling dismayed that she was not the focus of anyone's attention. No one was giving her any significant respect, and Estrelle was not praising her, though she praised the others.

Before she could sink further into her pity party, Aj-Sha's silky voice came in her direction, flirtatious and flattering words entering her ears. Marjeta smiled slightly as the temptress called her 'breath-taking', now suitably mollified for the time being. For one as lovely as lust to recognize her, it was good for her ego. Yes, she was breath-taking, wasn't she? That's right...

Even as they descended, Quincy and Valko continued to exchange verbal jabs, though surprisingly, wrath was maintaining his composure for the most part. At least for now in any case. What really caught envy's notice was how Valko bestowed attention on Aj-Sha. Sure, lust was a beautiful creature, but it wasn't fair! Marjeta had only recently had someone attending to her so carefully and readily, someone who even doted on her! But now she was alone again, and the gentlemanly display made her miss it anew. Why wasn't someone escorting her so gently?

Marjeta's brooding was cut short by the sight of the boat, only now pausing to take in her surroundings. Stopping to glance around her, she nearly shuddered at the cold, dark, and altogether uninviting atmosphere. And such a rickety boat! Who would want to step into such a thing?

Estrelle took initiative to step in first, and Marjeta glanced over sharply as pride challenged her fellow sins to follow her. Already not receiving attention from the woman, Marjeta was desperate to shove the mistake in her face. Taunting them and saying any who wouldn't was weak only sealed the deal, and despite her misgivings, envy followed before anyone else could seize the chance. She'd show Estrelle!

"I'm not afraid. Do scoot over so I have room." Marjeta announced, lifting her skirt just enough to spare it from getting wet, though it proved futile once inside the boat. Biting back a complaint, she sat down opposite the other woman, meeting pride's eyes.