# STORMFREE, a selective, mutuals only original character, based in the riordanverse, but with additional verses available for different settings. inspired by the locked tomb, the myth of prometheus & heracles, and frankenstein. as informed by TALLY. since dec '25.
VERSO.
content warning this blog will contain mentions of suicide, self-harm, mental illness, and PTSD, as well as occasional horror elements.
cultivate your space wisely.
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the laws
lay of the land these must be read before interacting.
out of character name's tally. i'm 25 and use he/it pronouns interchangeably. i've been a writer on the rp-side of tumblr for a good while now, so i know the general expectations and lay of the land.i'm a fairly chill person, and try to keep things as relaxed as possible mostly 'cause i work a full time job and have other things to do in my life aside from worry about online drama. i'm also human, though, so if i mess up? just dm me and we can talk about it. i don't reblog callout posts, i don't get involved in other people's drama, and the block button is my best friend. in the immortal words of a very specific vine: "i won't hesitate, bitch."
tagging & discretion i tag anything that i either see on your blog or about page as something that needs tagged, or something that i believe needs to be tagged for one reason or another, such as // suicide mention. sensitive topics on this blog will be tagged in the following manner: // [subject]i don't have anything that i need specifically tagged, but i always try to check to see if you do. if i miss tagging something, let me know and i'll immediately amend it. odds are i missed it in your rules, or otherwise hit the post button a little too fast for my own good.
interactions here comes the fun part. i exclusively write with mutuals. this includes answering asks, starter calls, things like that. the usual. additionally, i only follow folks if i think that there's a fun interaction for our muses on the horizon, or if i think we could possibly plot something out.i will not follow anyone who does not have some kind of indication of age on their blog. it can be as simple as 21+ or an exact date of birth with AM or PM stamps included. i don't write with anyone under the age of 21 for my own comfort.i tend to write lengthier replies/starters for folks. never worry about matching my length. i write that much 'cause it's fun for me and lets me explore this disaster's headspace; you are never obligated or expected to match length, as long as it's not a one line response to a multi-para thing, y'know?
dynamics verso is a goddamn maniac. okay, he's not a maniac, but he has issues. a lot of them. he's not a good guy and is, in fact, more or less an antagonist for a long hard while regardless of setting. naturally, i'm going to portray him as what he is: an asshole.that being said, mun doesn't equal muse. verso may be spiteful of your character, might call them names, will definitely be an all around ass to them, but that doesn't reflect my opinions or views of your muse(s) in the slightest.i collect mains like pokemon cards. for this blog and my purposes, mains just means that i get free permission to slam dunk things into your inbox or dms unprompted, or come in to yell about our muses.
miscellaneous i format my posts. small text, bold text, funny lines, the whole shebang. you don't have to do this, though. i just do it 'cause it's fun and it itches my brain. additionally, i am so okay with duplicates. i love exploring relationships between muses and characters, so the more the merrire.i like to make friends so, if you want to plot something, just slide into the dms and i'll probably be fine with sending you my discord.as noted, i work a full time job. sometimes my replies come out lightning fast (heh) and sometimes they don't. if you ever feel like it's been a while since the last reply i sent your way, tap me about it. odds are i've forgotten and will beg on my knees for forgiveness while speed-writing that reply.
bonds
friend of a friend of a friend of af riend. a β indicates exclusives; all others are mains.
β‘ anthcs &| katie | friend, kind of
β‘ furysburn &| various | ward & praetor
β‘ holdfastdanae &| sally jackson | tbd
β‘ madefate &| jason | family, affectionate
β‘ neritics &| percy | family, derogatory
β‘ shesnows& | aurelia | confidant
β‘ strengthinus &| thalia | guide & friend
β‘ stygicniron | nico | begrudging family
β‘ underbloods & | zagreus | trusted friend
β‘ wntrsghost &| bucky | complicated
β‘ ximerose &| tanner | similar soul
dossier
a collection of documents about a particular person, event, or subject.
the basics
full name verso elliot sachs.
years old verse dependent (technically 70+)
birthday aug 21st, 1926.
pronouns he/him.
gender male, problem. (he/him)
orientation bisexual
nationality american.
divine parentage zeus.
residence roams.
languages english, greek, latin.
alias/epithets here
positive trait passionate.
positive trait eager.
positive trait quick-thinking.
positive trait honest.
negative trait selfish.
negative trait easily angered.
negative trait holds grudges.
negative trait self-destroying.
the looks
skin tone fair; once sunkissed, now paler after tartarus.
hair color black, like his father
hair style short cut, long on the top; he likes to style it as spikes.
eye color brown, gold in the right light, black in the dark.
scent ozone, death, burned metal like a car crash.
height 6'2.
weight average.
physique well built, sculpted by the gods; he has his father's good looks, and the physique of a fighter.
complexion faded, barely visible freckles on the bridge of his nose. they were more prominent when he was a child.
mental PTSD, depression, suicidal ideation
notable features a lichtenberg scar that runs down his back and ends at his spine; some of it wraps around his right arm. several scars on his forearms and sides, dozens of additional scars across his back. general description tall, imposing, and with a constant odor of death and hell around him; verso looks like someone who fought his way out of the abyss and is eager to drag you back down with him. he always wears sunglasses, and typically has a black jacket on, a dark undershirt, similarly colored pants, and combat boots. he is never without his dog tags, and usually wears a few rings on his fingers. wardrobe anything on hand, really. hoodies. jeans. he has a bias for wearing dark colors, but accessorizing using bright rings and necklaces. he has a knack for making any outfit look stylish with enough time. miscellaneous he has a tattoo on the back of his neck of an hourglass with one grain of sand left in the top of it. he also has several piercings, including a tongue piercing and ear piercings.
he can command the air around him and generate lightning freely, though he's never been the most precise; he's more of a "ill reduce everything to rubble and, since you're everything, problem solved" sort of guy. his weapon of choice is a pair of xiphos; he is damn good with them in a fight.verso fights like a wild animal. he doesn't hesitate to combine what he learned in the military with what he learned on the street sure, but when all else fails? he fights like he's back in tartarus: he'll bite, he'll play dirty. honor is a luxury he's never been able to afford in a brawl.
# the lost son
the history
the prophecy was not yet uttered, and as such his existence - while not entirely tolerated - was understood to be far from an earth-shattering event. oh what horrors would unfold.born to a single mother in the middle of fuck-all texas, verso's upbringing was hard. his mother, elise sachs, was a struggling painter and sculptor, and former model who did her best work when out of her mind, a lover of stars and comets; his father was out of the picture, obviously, and his educational streak was straight dog-water. his dyslexia was a pain in the ass and, because of his mother's own upbringing, she insisted that it was something he could just push through. every failed english assignment was another example of him not trying hard enough.failing grades led to getting picked on, which led to him turning the tables pretty damn quick.
even as a child, verso boasted remarkable abilities. it wasn't just his fist that hit you when he swung: it was the very air, solidifying around his knuckles for a split second to make shit hurt all the worse. his rage made the world around him electric. he got into fights. got suspended. failed classes.at thirteen, his favorite substitute teacher turned out to be a goat. a satyr, to be precise, and an older one. he introduced himself to verso's mother, who immediately rejected the idea of taking him to "camp". she kept insisting that "he" would protect them. that verso's father was somehow going to keep them safe. it turned into a screaming match. verso interrupted the two, though it may as well have been zeus himself with how his voice carried with it rolling thunder. a bad storm was coming. verso screaming may as well have invited it in.his mother took him. piled him in their car and got driving, leaving the satyr in the dust. the roads got worse and worse. lightning struck, blinding his mother while she drove. it shouldn't have been a surprise, then, when their car crashed. the monster it ran into, though, that was new. verso was unable to fend it off. when the satyr caught up, he met a similar fate: the monster was too big, too strong. too much. verso ran. the last thing his mother screamed was that he needed to keep running.from there on, for a solid while, he was on the run. he didn't know where camp was. he kept seeing monsters that no one else could see. he got angrier. angrier. his mother died thinking that his father would protect her. protect them. she died thinking that they were going to be okay.he met other demigods and runaways while on his own. kids who had never known their parents. who were scared. the oldest among them, he became something of a big brother, looking after them as best he could until they found their own ways. these were the ones who had fallen through the cracks, who had no divine guide to take them somewhere safe - they were his group. his family.eventually, however, verso was taken in by the state, and his group split apart. he jumped from foster home to foster home, causing problems wherever he went. he once stayed in new york. went to camp half-blood for a time, two years to be precise, finally locating it by following bright orange shirts and rattling beads. he learned to fight honorably, but never met any kin or siblings of his own.he went on a handful of quests before the war took him. slaying a hydra with a helm of ares caught in its teeth was his first one. nobody thought he'd live. surprise, bitch. another was something to do with getting dragon teeth for soldiers, both to protect camp and for the war effort. that one only cost him scars on his back and a pair of other demigod lives, the same two he had gone on his first quest with, the same two he had started to care for despite everything. they were had become the closest thing to family that he had. they were gone.he was drafted at eighteen. he became a much, much bigger problem.on the battlefield, verso let hell loose. all his grief and anger bled out of him like a busted dam. storms followed him wherever he went. he was getting dangerously good at ripping through other soldiers with electric blasts, even better at generating winds and turning people into visceral patterns on walls.his aggression on the enemy was only matched by his aggression towards the gods. he met children of ares in service, too, on that particular note. their belief in valor and dignity almost rubbed off on him. almost. they, like him, had never known their father. and yet here they were, fighting. here they were, people who had done quests for him and received little acknowledgment beyond a "good job". willing to die in service of a greater good that their poor divine father just couldn't solve on his own.his anger got the better of him when one of them died. a friend. no god came to save them. no divine shield got in the way. they were the offsprings of gods and they were dying like animals in the slaughter.other demigods on the field prayed for him to be dealt with, his anger causing storms and whipping winds day in and day out. his lightning was uncontrolled. his rage and grief and anger at the gods was simply too much. they were dying for a glance from the gods, he hissed, how could they just be okay with this? he would force the divine to turn their eyes to him. the storm he made threatened to swallow the entire front. one good bolt towards his father. one good blast.and so, he was dealt with.maybe zeus cared too much about him to let him go completely. maybe ares took pity on the soldier and cashed in a favor. maybe some god somewhere spoke up for him. he didn't know. either way, one moment he was fine, and the next he was in a space far too small.an amphora. they had shoved him into an amphora and cast him away. he wasn't sure where he was. the space was too tight and cramped, too much, too little. breathing was a challenge. he was trapped there for what felt like an eon. he felt every chip and moment of erosion that the amphora went through.... and then he wasn't. the amphora broke. amid the mind-numbing pain from having the thing which sheltered his existence destroyed, he realized he was somewhere else. hot. monstrous. far from the light of his father. they had cast him into tartarus. thrown him away like trash. hera probably did. she always hated children that weren't her own.he struggled to get out. fought as hard as he could for what felt like months. maybe years. he found a way out through a sheer cliff leading up into who knows where, guided by shouts and the sound of a ticking clock, and collapsed shortly thereafter. when he awoke, he was in the company of... kids. apparently a scout had found him in the labyrinth.they were kids. those who had fallen through the cracks. those who now served kronos in an effort to overthrow their divine parentage. he joined them. learned to like them. eventually followed them into the labyrinth again; he was a damn good fighter to have around, especially considering the dangers of the area.he followed. he had never known the love of his father, had barely known the love of his mother, and had witnessed the system fail time and time again. catching up to the modern world was easy. he was always a soldier. he fought with kronos's army, worked as hard as he could to defend the younger demigods.he faced off against his father. someone had to distract zeus, after all, someone unexpected. someone had to give everybody else breathing room; take on the big guns, let smaller disasters happen in the background. maybe his father already knew he was back. maybe he didn't. no matter. verso exchanged bursts of lightning with the man who brought him into existence. he burned his father's cheek with a redirected bolt of lightning. the scars his father gave him from their bout, as verso jumped between buildings and used monsters and allied gods as shields or leaping-points, would stick with him.in the end, he was struck down. presumed dead.and then he woke up on the shore of the hudson after all had been settled. weak. tired. and for the first time, offered a place. a chance. vouched for by the centaur he knew all those years ago: this was someone who could do good. too many demigods had been lost. he could do better.... well. maybe it was time to give being decent a try.
the meta
β‘ time at camp
β‘ the quests of verso sachs
β‘ fighting overview
β‘ epithets of father & sonβ‘ on younger demigods
β‘ time in tartarus, i
β‘ mental + physical healthβ‘ nsfw: sexuality & preferences
β‘ post tartarus
β‘ inventoryβ‘ on kronos, i
β‘ title of headcanon
β‘ title of headcanon
the music
β‘ to feel alive - EVE
β‘ birthday kid - mili
β‘ hot blood - kaleoβ‘ hoes depressed - thot squad
β‘ the phoenix - fob
β‘ undefeatable - SEGAβ‘ vandalize - one ok rock
β‘ sucker - marcus king
β‘ usseewa - adoβ‘ punk tactics - joey valence
β‘ extinguished sins - MSR
β‘ afterlife - evanesence
the vibes
β‘ thunderclaps on a pitch-black night; you know a storm is coming.
β‘ imagined apologies from your father. he would never do that.
β‘ too young for your cigarettes, but you smoke anyways. whatever.β‘ never quite learning how to say that you love someone.
β‘ cold coffee on a windowsil.
β‘ dog-tags rattling like windchimes.β‘ bruises on your knuckles.
β‘ pain in your knees.
β‘ deep breaths that hurt.
the details
β‘ his sunglasses are prescription. they double as reading glasses with auto-adjusting lenses.
β‘ he rode a white pegasus in battle. it died. he mourns it more often than not.
β‘ he carries his dog-tags at all times. they survived tartarus with him.β‘ he likes ke$ha, and regularly listens to her music. joyride is a favorite.
β‘ he hates lizards. he used to like them before he fought a hydra.
β‘ he knows where old demigods are buried. even those that weren't found.β‘ he can take a hit, but he's better at blitzing enemies. killing them before they know he's there.
β‘ he smokes infrequently; he's tried to quit and usually fails. the stress always pulls him back.
β‘ he always carries a silver flask, a treasure he found. its contents always refill, and change based on his wants.get up, soldier.
verses
a general timeline and various universes for the lost and terrible son.
glory days.
canon | takes place during several decades prior to the series | age 13-18
an unloved child, stripped of his mother's love and never quite familiar with his father's, verso wanders. he is a runaway learning to use his powers for the first time, a demigod wholly unfamiliar with the gods while the world shapes itself up to be something horrid in the near future. from ages thirteen to fifteen, he is a runaway, a vagabond, a street-kid who hitch-hikes and blows monsters away to save his own skin.at sixteen, he attends camp half-blood for the first time, and goes on a handful of quests. during this time, he's in equal parts an asshole and a hopeful son of zeus: maybe if he works hard enough, he can gain his father's attention, if only to yell at the man who bore him. really, verso wants desperately to get strong enough to deal with his father himself. silently, he wonders about what it would be like to draw a god's blood. what ichor must feel like running between his fingers.at eighteen, he is drafted and enlists in world-war two. he decides to leave all his grief on the battlefield, and send all his rage to god. at the height of his power, he's struck down by his father and trapped in an amphora. one way or another, this jar finds its way to tartarus, where it sits for several decades in some unloved corner of hell.
belly of the beast.
canon | takes place during several years prior to the series | age 21
His freedom was purely accidental. No monster made a conscious choice to open his amphora - it just happened. At least, that's what he wants to tell himself. Case and point, he's free and in tartarus. it is a bad time for literally everyone involved, including himself. he struggles to keep himself alive, fighting tooth and nail to see another day (even if days are impossibleto track down here). still, he learns to understand tartarus, growing familiar enough with the hellscape after three years to eventually navigate it with some level of confidence.he encounters several monsters and foes while in tartarus, and nearly dies several times. it is by the skin of his teeth that he survives encounters with both other titans and beasts he once slayed prior to his descent. during this time, verso has encounters with various titans; when he escapes, it's with the aid of the sound of a ticking clock leading him towards the hole in the labyrinth.
kronos' army.
canon | takes place during percy jackson and the olympians | age 24-25
Found long before the battle of the labyrinth by a scout sent out by his grandfather's forces, verso is recovered by the titan of time's army and briefed on the general state of the world. as he attributes his escape to his grandfather, and considers kronos to be the only thing that's attempted to look out for him thus far, he betrays his father and serves dutifully in kronos' army. verso took on a training position within the army, helping new arrivals get their bearings and adjusting the weather above for what the titan's forces needed.he was a general for the titan, and a fierce one at that. verso would oversee a handful of projects here and there, finding potential spaces to hide in the event of an emergency and whipping up storms to draw the attention of the gods away from their activity whenever able.when the battle of manhattan rolled around, he was a powerhouse on the field and caused massive tactical headaches for the olympians due to his well-aged and bolstered power. verso was given the responsibility of delaying the hunters of artemis' arrival to manhattan with storms and monsters, which he dutifully carried out.his strength in the ensuing battle for manhattan was further augmented not by the styx, but by spells and blessings from hecate, as well as the titans he had grown to have some kind of warped fondess for. he was a formidable opponent, able to occupy both zeus and other demigods for a long stretch of time before finally being struck down by his father. verso did not kill any demigods during the battle of manhattan, but he did scare quite a few with his xiphos, and cause general mayhem to try and prevent them from preventing what he saw as inevitable. his primary concern was his father; he would defend demigods who called out to him, but his appearances were brief, and his attention otherwise wholly occupied by his divine family.he washed up on the shores of the hudson afterwards, despite being believed dead for a time. he was recovered by camp half-blood, and vouched for by the gods he had once aided as an eager camper and, possibly, by hera herself behind closed doors.
aftermath i.
canon | takes place between series. | age 25
In the aftermath of the Battle of Manhattan, he serves as a sort of guide for demigods who have fallen through the cracks by touching base with collections of rogue demigods across the state. though his network is far from perfect, they do their best to search out and find those who have been left behind or skipped over by the improved system, and to prevent them from going down a similarly dark path. if they do choose to live on their own, then he offers training and general support to them.he doesn't stay in camp half-blood often, usually only dropping by in short bursts to either drop off new demigods or touch base with chiron, mr. d, or other counsellors. a constant tension bleeds into camp whenever he comes around. he doesn't blame anyone for it. he drinks and smokes more often than not, never quite forgiving himself for his own actions.this is, of course, part of what was negotiated. the other part is that he is effectively on permanent "probation". a marking on him watches how much electricity and power he produces: if he makes any more than a set amount without a good reason, his father comes to collect. additionally if he acts out or starts shit, the gods are within their rights to strike him down. he also swore off the potential of seeing elysium, and must make regular check-ins with the gods to report progress on both his own endeavors and camp. if he wishes to stay in camp, he must get permission from both chiron and mr. d; otherwise, he typically roams about, staying in hotels and motels ran by other divine descendants.
heroes of olympus.
canon | takes place during the heroes of olympus saga. | age 25+
of course more prophecies are given. you'd have to be a moron to think that another tragedy wouldn't be right around the corner. when the next big deal gets made... well, verso doesn't want anything to do with it. he keeps on doing what he's doing, helping out with finding demigods and slaying any monsters that get a little too close for comfort to where others live.when things start going from bad to worse, however, his leash is loosened and the gods grant him the privilege of fighting on their behalf again against gaea. he takes to dealing with rapidly regenerating monsters for the most part, tightening the security around manhattan in the process; while he still travels, his main priority is defending the demigods that he knows from the devils he doesn't.verso is one of the many who go out searching for percy jackson while he's missing; he's briefly accused of having something to do with it, given the still frayed trust between himself and camp, but clears his name with relative ease.as the conflict heats up and gaea's forces become more prominent, verso travels out to touch base with the unaffiliated demigods he's connected with, keeping them safe as best he can before he's ultimately called by the gods to help in a more direct manner by actively taking part in training at camp alongside chiron, much to his chagrin. when the final fight rolls in, verso occupies various giants, fighting for the first time at his full strength since manhattan - and, for the first time, beside his father rather than against him.
aftermath ii
canon | takes place after the heroes of olympus saga. | age 25+
following gaea's defeat, verso returns to his duties of finding stray demigods and bringing them to camp. with the new knowledge of the roman side of the equation, verso works overtime to check in and make sure that the demigods get to where they need to be. his leash, however, is tightened once again following him going all out in the final battle against gaea: because his destructive capabilities continue to grow, he's placed under closer watch by the gods, and grows to further distance himself from both camps. he continues to visit them on occasion, escorting demigods to camp half-blood and curiously eyeing camp jupiter, but he seldom stays anywhere for long. he is around long enough to do his job, then it's back on the road and back to his bad habits.
modern divinity.
au | fandom any supernatural/heroic, just not attached to PJO | age 25+
his story remains just about the same. the death of his mother, being homeless, various friends who die to mythological beasts, a departure to war, being cast to tartarus - his tale stays unchanged. the difference between this and canon is simple: this is for any setting wherein the divine still exist, but is separated from the canon of percy jackson. his ire for the gods still persists, as did his attempt to best his father. he now wanders just as he does in canon, effectively seeking out other demigods or supernatural beings who were wrong by their respective pantheons. he has no want for a rebellion, his own having failed: he just wants a chance to do something decent with himself after narrowly surviving his father's wrath. he doubles as a monster hunter, offering to take down threats the average person either can't see or can't survive, with a devil may care attitude.
villain to hero.
au | fandom dispatch. | age 25+
A former henchman of the villain known as Kronos, to say that verso has had a hell of a time would be an understatement. he served the villain to try and look out for the many younger folks under the bastard's influence; when kronos was defeated, he struck a deal that would enable him to try and be a hero for once by working with the SDN. he might not be the best at it, but he's giving it his all - if only to see if there's something worth living for at the end of it all.
cursed son.
au | fandom ancient myth. | age 25+
a demigod of zeus, a heralded hero who traveled far and wide in search of first his father's glory, then his friends' revenge, and - finally - the death of the gods. he was, as expected, summarily denied his rebellion 'gainst olympus: shoved into an amphora once more, banished into the hells... then, he was back. he crawled his way out from the shadow of utter defeat and lurks the world as a specter, a drunken demigod who serves no master, who allies himself to no firm liege. the gods allow him to live to serve their purposes, here and there, but for him to breathe is for him to be punished. strength does not warrant immunity from consequence, evidently.
no gods.
au | fandom any non-supernatural. | age 25+
the wandering renegade son of a rich man, verso has both abandoned and been abandoned by his family's fortune. a veteran of one war or another, he drinks as often as he curses and curses as often as he drinks. he is, put plainly, a mess - but he's a mess with a half-decent heart. ever a vagrant, verso tries to connect with fellow disasters whenever the chance arises; he donates blood at hospitals semi-frequently, and (when able to get something from his father aside from a disappointing glare) usually passes on what he has to others. money for bus passes, for example, or mean right-hooks for anybody he feels is deserving. he drifts between states and countries, never quite settling down, but always paying a visit to the local E.R at one point or another due to his own stupidity.
storms & darkness.
au | fandom hades | age 25+
A living soul cast down to Tartarus in the midst of what we can generously call a falling out with his divine father. He too wants to ascend, though his reasons are not based in the same good will as Zagreus; he wants to ascend specifically to kick the shit out of Zeus or die trying. His ventures often result in failures, casting him back to rest near the House of Hades. Occasionally his anger gets the best of him, and he serves as a brief trial for Zagreus to overcome before continuing on.When Chronos invades, he manages to get to the surface and aid in the fight there. His demeanor is... not quite as harsh as before, though that may have something to do with the fact that he spends a little too much time near Dionysus for his own good. He's still a fierce fighter, of course, though he just as frequently fights the moon maiden as he does offer aid. Sometimes a guy just wants to have fun and die a little.
mutant mayhem.
au | fandom x-men | age 24
An omega level mutant with electrokinesis and general control over air pressure. he was briefly frozen after the second world war, compressed by a fellow mutant to try and mitigate the damage he could cause. He's never been firmly allied with any specific hero group after getting out, despite having a hell of a berserker stint for a second over the whole affair, though he did attend Xavier's academy for a brief period of time. he's since taken to wandering, always aware of the fact that he's being carefully watched by those in power. one wrong move, and he's probably going under... so best to not make any wrong moves.
raven from the nest.
au | fandom all for the game | age 25+
you don't expect a monster like him to last long, but he does. a professional exy player hailing from the ravens who was all but handed to tetsuji on a silver platter by a dead mother and a cruel system, verso made his weight in gold and shoved most of it at the lord for all the good it did him. he was their cash cow, their violent superstar, the heart-throb. he was brutal on the field, a masterpiece made of stolen jigsaw bits - too brutal. his career came to a sudden and violent stop after a mental break on the field wherein he nearly beat a man to death. the ravens let him go on the condition that he would keep his mouth shut and, thoroughly devastated as he was, he signed.... now, the criminal aspect of things, that's still on the table. he was always brutal. always a good person to beat the living shit out of those around him. exy lost him, but the moriyama's still had him. he could drink his weight in gold, drink himself to death, and beat people to shit and back. as long as he could keep others from getting involved, as long a she could somehow manage to mitigate harm, then fine. he could help things in his own way. he could try and deal with them in his own way. a dog always tugging against the rightful leash, even when ravens started dying.