Sagittarius

Wanderlust (High Casual)

It's hard for me to take this all seriously considering every time I hear Hannibal I immediately think Silence of the Lambs haha

@Inuyasha

PUT THE LOTION IN THE BASKET

anyways I'm almost done with my post

@Fabricant451

prepare 4 conspiracies

Wanderlust (High Casual)

It'll probably take me a while to get a post up because I'll have to do it from my phone; my sister's going to Boston and I'm going with her.

@Athinar

Ex-members.

Regardless, Io still has at least basic information on them, including Naahdira.

_{the others don't really matter since they're dead but still}

Wanderlust (High Casual)

@Athinar
do not underestimate his stalking prowess

It's possible to tell based on traits that are difficult to change, like their height, build, and the way they walk. Once they get to fighting, he'll be able to eventually connect them to members of the Balck Scarabs based on their weapon of choice and how they use it.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

@Athinar

Io could instigate the heck out of this drama

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Io Murkveld

Name:
Io Nervald Caprixan Leneus Marx Murkveld

Color:
9e0b0f

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Description:

Almost always hidden under his coal-grey cloak, the only features readily apparent are his short and childish frame and his youthful gait; Io looks exactly as if he were in his preteens, if not younger. Io's dusky red hair reaches past his shoulders, his dull black eyes peeking out from underneath his bangs. His skin is a translucent white from constantly being in the shade of either his robes or the indoors. The faint smile that occasionally peeks out from under his hood practically chills the air.

Occupation:
Arguably a merchant, arguably a researcher.

_{unarguably kinda creepy}

Personality/Bio:
Io was a peculiar child, always keeping a certain distance between himself and others. His eerily calm demeanor frightened other children--not that he cared about that. Instead, Io usually locked himself away in his room, reading books that he'd found in the dark corners of a storehouse. He'd memorized every detail of them, including the state of everything else in the room at the time. The abnormality of Io's absolute memory was never brought to his attention, having been isolated and possessing the misconception that, since one memorized by studying, something that was studied could not be forgotten.

Newspaper articles were also objects of great interest for Io. Although he originally started reading them as something to pass the time with whenever he ran out of books, Io became deeply immersed once he realized that there were some "stories" that spanned across the years: seemingly individual murders could be connected and point towards a serial killer, criminals from years to decades ago reformed into current-day philanthropists. With his memory, these nigh unnoticeable connections were completely clear to Io. Before he knew it, Io became obsessed with knowing everything about anything at any given time, whether it'd be a person, or even the daily events that occurred in the city.

Through a variety of suspicious means, Io managed to learn exhaustive, in-depth information on every citizen: their heights, weights, birthdays, relatives, histories, day-to-day activities, hobbies and possibly more. Unable to track how Io was doing so, and thus unable to imprison him, law enforcement decided to take advantage of his knowledge and bought information from him to solve dozens of crimes. Though Io was happy with being able to stalk study everyone for a living, he often wondered about the world outside the city. When there was news of an expedition, Io decided that, since there would be plenty of people to keep him entertained, it wouldn't hurt to let his curiosity run wild.

Despite being shy to the point of hiding when others look at him, Io genuinely and creepily-affectionately loves everyone he knows. Even if they don't know him. Although he's easily excited by the prospect of learning something new, Io normally just has a tired, dead expression that's matched by his hypotensive movements. The only other exception is if he gets touched; he'll actually get overstimulated if he gets poked right.

Possessions:
One journal for recording everyone else's actions for the day, another for any discoveries.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

ayyyyyy

_{i'm tired}

but spring break so it's k

Io Murkveld

Name:
Io Nervald Caprixan Leneus Marx Murkveld

Color:
9e0b0f

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Description:

Almost always hidden under his coal-grey cloak, the only features readily apparent are his short and childish frame and his youthful gait; Io looks exactly as if he were in his preteens, if not younger. Io's dusky red hair reaches past his shoulders, his dull black eyes peeking out from underneath his bangs. His skin is a translucent white from constantly being in the shade of either his robes or the indoors. The faint smile that occasionally peeks out from under his hood practically chills the air.

Occupation:
Arguably a merchant, arguably a researcher.

_{unarguably kinda creepy}

Personality/Bio:
Io was a peculiar child, always keeping a certain distance between himself and others. His eerily calm demeanor frightened other children--not that he cared about that. Instead, Io usually locked himself away in his room, reading books that he'd found in the dark corners of a storehouse. He'd memorized every detail of them, including the state of everything else in the room at the time. The abnormality of Io's absolute memory was never brought to his attention, having been isolated and possessing the misconception that, since one memorized by studying, something that was studied could not be forgotten.

Newspaper articles were also objects of great interest for Io. Although he originally started reading them as something to pass the time with whenever he ran out of books, Io became deeply immersed once he realized that there were some "stories" that spanned across the years: seemingly individual murders could be connected and point towards a serial killer, criminals from years to decades ago reformed into current-day philanthropists. With his memory, these nigh unnoticeable connections were completely clear to Io. Before he knew it, Io became obsessed with knowing everything about anything at any given time, whether it'd be a person, or even the daily events that occurred in the city.

Through a variety of suspicious means, Io managed to learn exhaustive, in-depth information on every citizen: their heights, weights, birthdays, relatives, histories, day-to-day activities, hobbies and possibly more. Unable to track how Io was doing so, and thus unable to imprison him, law enforcement decided to take advantage of his knowledge and bought information from him to solve dozens of crimes. Though Io was happy with being able to stalk study everyone for a living, he often wondered about the world outside the city. When there was news of an expedition, Io decided that, since there would be plenty of people to keep him entertained, it wouldn't hurt to let his curiosity run wild.

Despite being shy to the point of hiding when others look at him, Io genuinely and creepily-affectionately loves everyone he knows. Even if they don't know him. Although he's easily excited by the prospect of learning something new, Io normally just has a tired, dead expression that's matched by his hypotensive movements. The only other exception is if he gets touched; he'll actually get overstimulated if he gets poked right.

Possessions:
One journal for recording everyone else's actions for the day, another for any discoveries.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

I'm going to just put this here for now if I don't go with the _{creepy merchant that knows everything about everyone} idea

Io Murkveld

Name:
Io Nervald Caprixan Leneus Marx Murkveld

Color:
9e0b0f

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Description:

Almost always hidden under his coal-grey cloak, the only features readily apparent are his short and childish frame and his youthful gait; Io looks exactly as if he were in his preteens, if not younger. Io's dusky red hair reaches past his shoulders, his dull black eyes peeking out from underneath his bangs. His skin is a translucent white from constantly being in the shade of either his robes or the indoors. The faint smile that occasionally peeks out from under his hood practically chills the air.

Occupation:
A hunter and butcher, though he usually ends up spending more time inventing the dangerous devices that he hunts with.

Bio:
Io was a peculiar child, always keeping a certain distance between himself and others. His eerily calm demeanor frightened other children--not that he cared about that. Instead, Io usually locked himself away in his room, obsessing over ancient books he'd found in the dark corners of storerooms. Though he studied any type of book he found, Io was utterly fascinated with learning about how to break things: whether it was why sharp objects could cut anything if they were sharp enough or how much force it took to shatter something, Io felt compelled to learn about it. Though his parents were obviously concerned about this, they were happy that their son sounded excited talking about something, rather than not talking at all.

One day, Io's father came home bearing good news: he'd gotten a better job that payed much more than before. With the newfound income, he decided to splurge a bit, and bought a slab of meat for them to have for dinner. His parents, who had beaming smiles on their faces, wished that they could eat a meal like that everyday. Looking at this, Io mumbled to himself "I see," as a faint, but visible smile of his own gently appeared on his otherwise lifeless face. The next day, Io set out to look for books on machinery--more specifically, clockwork.

A few sleepless nights later, Io put on a dark cloak and headed towards the edge of the Oasis, where many hunters were gathered. Quietly walking past, he slipped out of the city and snuck up to a lone, nearby creature. By this time, the few people there had noticed Io and ran out to try and rescue him, but stopped when Io suddenly pitched an odd, head-sized brass sphere at the beast. After an audible "clunk!", the device suddenly twisted open, two whirling blades extending out and shredding apart the side of the animal before falling to the ground, out of energy.

Pleased by the grisly scene, as he'd found something fun, Io turned to the nearby hunters and asked for them to help him bring the corpse back. Even as the butcher cut apart the good remains, Io watched intently with the same chill-inducing smile, learning how to dismantle the body and finding out which parts were good for eating so that he could do it himself. Fully invested in this, Io once again beset his parents with conflicting emotions on whether they should stop him or not.

Possessions:

Wanderlust (High Casual)

does stalking literally everyone in the town count as a crime

Wanderlust (High Casual)

i'm here for you

<sub>always

always by your side

: )</sub>

Wanderlust (High Casual)

don't worry my character will be mildly psychotic but not a criminal

<sub>it'll be fine

probably</sub>