ιnner worĸιngѕ;
While Brine may initially seem to be a soul who has little to no understanding of the world around him, he is in actuality a quite intelligent - and capable, warrior of the shadows. He has an inability to understand ethics due to the conditioning provided, looking at everything with a detached curiousity that tends to infuriate those locked in those sky blues of his due to the slight mocking, if not predatory gaze he holds. It's as if everything is a game to him, that everyone is prey in some way, shape, or form. A dull sort of amusement, a naivety in his words often contradict any underlying motive - as do his wide, somewhat childish eyes. Superficial glances often mean that people can't read him, and this is just the way that he prefers it. Isolation is his one friend, and he cherishes it without fail.
Bonds are often scarce, without meaning, and if all else fails, serves some purpose to nefarious deeds. The few who manage to crack his icy, robotic demeanor are introduced to what truly lies inside - someone who is confused to his purpose, and loathing to the world around him. Brine has only known killing, hatred, and loneliness, thus he doesn't take too well to touches in the slightest bit. There is no such thing as 'intimacy' to the male, there is only finding a way into someone's bed for useful information. While it may seem "slutty" it's the way that things work for Assassins, and he has little problem with having the 'modesty' or 'dignity' that others are restrained by. It is to be noted however, that whenever he is in public, there is a subconscious urge to 'fit in' as it's called, without drawing too much attention to his form unless he so desires it.
Because of this, he may come off as a small-talking, somewhat polite, somewhat ditzy, foreigner - twining an elaborate mask of deception and false pretensis in order to interact with a greater crowd. There are small notes to be taken up however, he seems too... socially awkward - as if he has little idea on what to do when forced to adress someone who is abrasive or... loud. His natural predatory instinct may rise up at the most inopportune of times, leading for others to catch a glimpse of the killer just lurking behind 'friendly eyes'. Generally speaking, the shark is unable to create bonds out of a deep rooted cynicism and inability to trust others. Greed and loneliness are two sensations that drive him on - perhaps if he proves himself capable of completing missions without fail, he will get approval of any person that hires him.
Recently, he has come to see the foolishness of such thoughts, and has closed himself off completely, only speaking the truth to those who gain his... hard to gain trust. After all, just about anyone can turn against you with the right bit of information. No one can just be trusted at the drop of the knife... can they?
View User's Journal
Character log.
A recording of every character that I may create in my spare time.
 |
