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also, I'm not a roleplayer myself but i love reading them so i might be visiting your mb frequently haha, i hope you don't mind (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ ur acc is really pretty btw.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ii.        this will be a kaz brekker rewritten with my own lores and storyline, but altered in between to fit the     [S&B]     timeline. anyways, have fun interacting.    

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀i.         much as i adore this character, and i assure you i haven’t even reached the episode where he’s introduced, i’ve heard many things about him through snippets of the show and the book, but.. there is a mortal dilemma. i just /cannot/ play this character without indulging in the fact that his trauma runs deeper than his scars. i can’t stress enough, as well, that i can’t play villains without edging into the truth of the matter;        some characters are simply too jaded by their pasts. hence, each time i articulate a sentence, the syntax turns darker. so i will not fight the way the voice of this character wants to pen itself through each line. perhaps some things are beginning to surface through this writing⎯⎯buried voices and martyrs. whatever the case may be, it shall be.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀CHARACTER STUDY BELOW. 
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                    ⠀ his breaths were controlled, tightly constructed through strain. painful, yes, but not enough to end him. the wounds, however, were another matter. his fingers felt sticky as they curled against the fabric of his shirt. he swept his gaze around the clinical room, the sterile atmosphere seeming to bite at his skin. kaz returned his attention to the woman, his eyes briefly slipping past her to track the quiet click of the door as it shut.        she locked it, then spoke in sign language. he did not understand a word. he did not need to. her steel grey eyes were enough to make her intent clear. she wanted to inspect the damage, perhaps even tend to it.       he pushed himself upright despite the protest in his abdomen, smoothing a wet, crimson soaked hand over his stomach. he did not answer her.

glad to know 
            so what's your name ?

you're welcome 
            the whole acc vibe is really great 

can't say well , but i'm okayy
            and how you doing ?

arise

oh i did see that in fact ..

alright bet i will

@operis    ( … )     [      inej   paused,   ensuring   to   keep   a   good   enough   distance   between   them.   she   didn’t   know   much   about   his   past.   but   she   did   know   that   he   saved   her   and   that   proximity   was   not   in   his   nature.   it   wasn’t   something   she   sought   out   either.   not   since   the   menagerie.     ]     you’re   sending   me   away,   because   I   say   something   you   don’t   like ?     [      her   voice   carried   a   quiet   disbelief,   her   brows   drawing   together   just   slightly.   what   sense   did   that   make ?   she   could   never   fully   decipher   the   logic   that   drove   him — if   logic   was   even   the   right   word.   kaz   brekker   rarely   needed   a   reason;   he   simply   acted,   and   the   world   adjusted   around   him.
            
                 her   gaze   flicked   toward   the   chaos   unfolding   across   the   street — jesper’s   nimble   fingers,   nina’s   effortless   charm,   wylan’s   nervous   precision,   the   others   moving   like   parts   of   a   well‑worn   machine.   their   latest   bit   of   thievery   was   already   in   motion.   inej’s   role   had   been   simple:   watch   from   the   shadows,   listen   for   footsteps   that   didn’t   belong,   stall   anyone   foolish   enough   to   wander   too   close.      ]    i’m   not   going   anywhere.     [     the   words   were   soft   but   immovable,   anchored   in   something   deeper   than   stubbornness.   she   wouldn’t   leave   him — not   when   he   was   playing   a   game   this   dangerous,   not   when   the   stakes   were   high   enough   to   draw   blood.   her   hand   drifted   to   her   ribs,   where   sankta   lizabeta   rested   in   its   familiar   sheath,   cool   and   reassuring   beneath   her   fingers.      ]      they’ve   got   about   thirty   more   seconds   until   our   window’s   closed.   

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                    ⠀ there was nothing singular about the way kaz envisioned his revenge. perhaps “solace” was the wrong word to name what burned inside him. triumph of silence cut through, only to be shattered by the sound of inej’s voice. he didn’t spare her a glance, even as she moved closer. his grip tightened on the cane. the visible strain, even he couldn’t pretend it wasn’t there when she was around, flickered whenever his shackles weakened and humanity threatened to break through.     her voice lingered in his mind. her delicate features, sharpened by exile and ruin, mirrored the carnage inside him. he counted the seconds, pushing her presence aside, but he could not pretend she wasn’t there. not physically, no. kaz spared her a fleeting look; shadows cloaked her, and he squinted, keeping his stare harsh and silent.
            
                 ⠀ “and you?”         there was more intent in that single word than he let show. kaz couldn’t risk pulling her into his world. he’d lost too much already. shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his skin prickled under her gaze, yet he refused to let it draw him in. he repeated a mantra silently, clenched his jaw, and tore his eyes away.          “go home, inej.”  or.. God knew how much harder it was to stand between his revenge and her.      “the more you pry into my reasoning, the fewer answers you’ll get.”

@operis    ( … )      [      the   wraith   did   not   move   at   first.   the   cane’s   cold   press   against   her   ribs   was   nothing   compared   to   the   heat   that   flared   in   her   chest — irritation,   concern,   something   far   more   dangerous   than   either.   kaz   brekker   could   command   a   room   with   a   single   glance,   but   she   had   never   been   a   room.   she   was   a   shadow,   a   whisper,   a   knife’s   edge.   and   yet   he   pushed   her   back   as   if   she   were   something   fragile.   she   stepped   into   the   darkness   he   indicated,   but   only   enough   to   satisfy   the   gesture,   not   the   intention.     ]      doubt   you ?     [      her   voice   was   soft,   but   it   carried,   threading   through   the   grime-thick   air   of   the   slat   like   a   blade   slipping   between   ribs.     ]     kaz,   if   I   doubted   you,   I   wouldn’t   be   here.
            
                 [      she   watched   him — watched   the   tension   in   his   shoulders,   the   way   his   jaw   had   set   like   a   lock   he   refused   to   pick.   he   was   soaked   through,   stubbornly   rooted   to   the   wall   as   if   daring   the   world   to   try   and   move   him.   typical.   she   shifted   closer,   just   enough   that   her   words   reached   him   alone.      ]      but   I   will   not   have   you   pretending   that   this   job   isn’t   personal.   this   is   pekka   rollins’   turf.   and   he   will   know   it   was   you.
            
            /    that’s   okay !   I   haven’t   portrayed   inej   in   a   while   so   you’ll   have   to   bare   with   me   too   lmao.    < 33