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Armand Engel
Killed: December 31, 1969 at 07:00 pm EST
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Born: October 08, 2019 Forum Topics Started: 0
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RP welcome. Training stuff (attacks, steals) welcome.

though God's
Envy is not a likely fountain of ruin, to forget evils calls down
Sudden reminders from the cloud: remembered deaths be our redeemers;
Imagined victims our salvation: white as the half moon at midnight.

Armand Engel's Biography

Armand Engel.

New York City born, 27 years old. His debut novel, Seen and Not Heard, rocked the New York Times Bestseller list, with critics waxing poetic about its' tight, almost magical prose, it's unique and eerie voice, and the pervasive terror that made it a true staple of the horror genre. His second novel, Poisonous Beauty, is currently trending among the top four of Amazon, Goodreads and the Bestseller list. It's about the soul... what you can do to scuff it up, to hurt it, to break it... and how much it hurts to have it stolen.

Armand's parents run a deli that their parents opened, a popular place where Armand still likes to tuck in and write, bone white fingers always tapping. Tapping. Tapping on the keyboard of his laptop. He curls his feet under himself in the seat and breathes in familiar aromas of fresh-baked rye, of pastrami, of sharp stone-ground mustard, as if these homey and remembered scents would make him belong with his plump, sassy, beautiful parents. As if each harsh, almost brutal click of his fingertips against the keys could keep violence away from them, could keep the nightmares at bay.

Blank documents fill with word after word, a collection of ephemeral electronic ink bleeding black across the emptiness. Stories of innocence corrupted, of the evil cruelly punished, of the good torn into pieces until they became the monsters themselves. Stories of people, and of what makes a person a person. What makes them whole.

He wears a watch, and whatever he is doing- if he is at the deli, or with friends, or at home, or even napping, when his watch strikes midnight he goes to the clubs. He wanders, dressed in leather, slender and seductive. All company- male, female, non-binary, is welcome. To distract. To laugh. To smile, with his bright white teeth and to get drunk so that when 3 am rolls around he doesn't remember what happens except in faded studded memories.

Memories of tears. Of confusion. Of true horror.

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Josie Collins 10/09/19 -tilts her head to the side-
-stares at-
-tilts it the other way-
-wrinkles nose-
You look better on your book covers.
Kira Garrett 10/08/19 On behalf of Sine Metu, welcome to the Realm!
Raven D Morningstar 10/08/19 *Glance at*
*tilts head*
*looks curiously*
"Welcome to the realm!"
Averly Amoret 10/08/19 On behalf of Sine Metu, Welcome to the Realm!
Virelai Tylwyth 10/08/19 Normally, Yule would send a letter to the new arrivals who found their way into her little black book. A few words, a gift, and leave it at that. But lately, she was of the mind that perhaps a more hands on approach wouldn't be so bad. At the very least, it would be amusing for her for no other reason that the look on the face of the person she approached. Strange things happened all the time in the Realm, under the cover of shadow, just out of sight of the ignorant humans who had the greatest claim to it.

And Yule, well, she just happened to be one of those beings who thrived in the shadows and strangeness that warped this world.

So, she had taken out the leather-bound book and was systematically going down the list of names, making her way from one to the next. Luckily, the power she held sway over made this task easier than it might otherwise be. And she approached each of them, her steps light, the mask covering her gleaming eyes a little odd, but what wasn't these days?

So she approached them, one at a time, and pressed a small envelope into their hand, casual as could be. Some of them might react in an equally odd way, others might walk away confused or dazed. But that didn't matter. It was all for her self satisfaction.

Yule smiled, lips quirking up at the corners eerily, eyes gleaming with mirth and mischief as she said. I'll be back for this. Then she sauntered on by, allowing herself the amusement of wondering what they would do or say at such a strange interaction. Perhaps they would call out, stop her from melting back into the crowd. Or maybe, just maybe, they would meet again someday in the cemetery or a dark alleyway. But nothing could bring her more joy than the little burst of chaos it created.
Mara Lenore 10/08/19 My pleasure! Hope to see you around sometime. *she grins*
Iva Herrera 10/08/19 Her stride was brisk through the city, just like the rest of humanity, bustling to their day jobs. She ignored the lot of them. Every now and again, someone would catch her by the senses. Slowing, she lowered her sunglasses. Hmm. He looked familiar as if she'd seen him before but didn't really know him. A weatherman or newscaster? No. Maybe the back of a book? Maybe. There was a further tug of familiarity, one that only a few beings triggered. With a little nod, she said mildly, "Good to see you here."
Mara Lenore 10/08/19 Welcome to the realm!
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