SABER "fucking sick day" TOOTH. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
masticated) wrote2025-09-08 01:31 pm
masticated) wrote2025-09-08 01:31 pm
Entry tags:
info – the flock
BINDINGS
— SABER TOOTH —
THE BUTCHER
— SABER TOOTH —
THE BUTCHER
MARKING: Shadowheart (throat, heart) – Roza (throat)
MANNERISMS: Very expressive. Talks with his hands as much as his mouth, swearing, impulse action, 0-100 unpredictable, squinting/wrinkling nose, taking up as much space as he can in any room, smiling when angry/happy. Always angry under the surface, emotionally volatile, unreliable narrator, the urge to antagonize men, puts women on a pedestal vs men in the gutter. Misogynistic. Stalker. Swiss-cheese type memory, has forgotten days/months/years, but always remembers a name. Talking improperly/'G' dropping (gettin'/eatin'/etc), calling women 'sweatheart' 'baby' 'darlin' 'doll'. Big predator energy. Underlying madness.
PHYSICAL SENSATIONS: Nicotine addiction, constant hunger, high sexual appetite, high homicidal drive.
DREAMS/NIGHTMARES: Violence in every possible way, sex, nothingness
LANGUAGES: English, Russian
SKILLS: CIA & KGB torture methods, brutal fighter in banned techniques, assassination techniques, high endurance, extensive weapons handling, clocking the entire area for exit/how many people are around him/what can be used as a weapon, sex, field surgeon skills & patchwork, anatomy.
THE BUTCHER: A sharpened bone knife.
TRANSFORMATION:
☩ Their knife always knows where to strike arteries and joints. Flesh peels from the bone like butter; bones easily snap under the pressure of their hands; muscles tear like simple tissue. They have an uncanny foresight into where, and how, to crack open any living thing’s body.
☩ Their incisors sharpen to the smallest degree, tearing through skin and muscle with little effort.
☩ Nothing disturbs them; their composure is nearly flawless. However, their hands often find themselves instinctively drawn to a blade, before their mind realizes what it’s reaching for.
☩ Sometimes, people feel weak in their presence. Dizzy, sapped of strength, as if their life is draining away just by standing too close.
☩ When they are hungry, their stomach aches, craving something more than food. Something almost inhuman, cannibalistic. They salivate, uncontrollably, when they smell fear.
☩ Some nights, they dream of butchering themselves, carving away at their flesh. Sometimes, they wake up and find they have.
☩ Their knives never dull, keeping their sharpness no matter how often they’ve been used.
MANNERISMS: Very expressive. Talks with his hands as much as his mouth, swearing, impulse action, 0-100 unpredictable, squinting/wrinkling nose, taking up as much space as he can in any room, smiling when angry/happy. Always angry under the surface, emotionally volatile, unreliable narrator, the urge to antagonize men, puts women on a pedestal vs men in the gutter. Misogynistic. Stalker. Swiss-cheese type memory, has forgotten days/months/years, but always remembers a name. Talking improperly/'G' dropping (gettin'/eatin'/etc), calling women 'sweatheart' 'baby' 'darlin' 'doll'. Big predator energy. Underlying madness.
PHYSICAL SENSATIONS: Nicotine addiction, constant hunger, high sexual appetite, high homicidal drive.
DREAMS/NIGHTMARES: Violence in every possible way, sex, nothingness
LANGUAGES: English, Russian
SKILLS: CIA & KGB torture methods, brutal fighter in banned techniques, assassination techniques, high endurance, extensive weapons handling, clocking the entire area for exit/how many people are around him/what can be used as a weapon, sex, field surgeon skills & patchwork, anatomy.
THE BUTCHER: A sharpened bone knife.
TRANSFORMATION:
☩ Their knife always knows where to strike arteries and joints. Flesh peels from the bone like butter; bones easily snap under the pressure of their hands; muscles tear like simple tissue. They have an uncanny foresight into where, and how, to crack open any living thing’s body.
☩ Their incisors sharpen to the smallest degree, tearing through skin and muscle with little effort.
☩ Nothing disturbs them; their composure is nearly flawless. However, their hands often find themselves instinctively drawn to a blade, before their mind realizes what it’s reaching for.
☩ Sometimes, people feel weak in their presence. Dizzy, sapped of strength, as if their life is draining away just by standing too close.
☩ When they are hungry, their stomach aches, craving something more than food. Something almost inhuman, cannibalistic. They salivate, uncontrollably, when they smell fear.
☩ Some nights, they dream of butchering themselves, carving away at their flesh. Sometimes, they wake up and find they have.
☩ Their knives never dull, keeping their sharpness no matter how often they’ve been used.