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Test Drive


TEST DRIVE MEME
If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works. ✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it. Network Prompts ONE: SEE THAT WE CAN SEE It's late and you're settling down for the night when you notice a strange light coming from... outside? Through the heavy snowfall, you can just make out the haze of glowing eyes in the distance. Dozens of them. It's difficult to tell through the window, but they seem to be staring directly at you. Since it's after lockdown, you can't get outside to investigate, but maybe others in town are seeing the eyes too. You'd better take to the Network to see what's going on. TWO: BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES You can't sleep. You've been trying, trying, trying. But every time you close your eyes, you see the eyes of the prophet etched into the insides of your eyelids. The symbol only seems to get brighter and clearer the longer you keep your eyes shut, the closer you get to drifting off. It chills you awake. Nothing seems to help. Maybe there are others on the Network who are having the same problem. Or, at least, someone who doesn't mind keeping you company through the long hours. Action Prompts THREE: THREE'S A CROWD You and your traveling companion are exploring what looks to be a perfectly normal building when you notice something strange carved into the wall. Is that an eye? Strange indeed, but what's stranger is that new carvings keep appearing, always where you're not looking. Soon, the whole room is full of eye carvings. Is your companion doing this? If not them, then who? FOUR: THE KNIFE'S EDGE Most everyone in town still has eyes that are either glowing or shaped like the prophet's symbol, and your eyes are no different. These are the same eyes that made everyone attack each other a few nights ago. Every time you catch a glimpse of yourself, maybe in the reflection of a window or the video feed on your tablet, you feel a little sick. Unfortunately, your traveling companion's eyes look strange too, and they're the opposite of yours. Both of you are in danger if those murderous urges come back, which makes it difficult to trust each other after what you've been through. It's late at night when a dark thought crosses your mind--you do have a knife. Not that there's any reason to use it, of course... Right?

Threaded | Flat

ONE
@roweyourboat | text

Sheriff Rowe here. Is anyone else seeing the eyes outside the windows? I'm counting five pairs visible from Building 6, looking south.

FOUR
[Reggie's eyes are shaped like these Prophet eye... things. He's honestly not sure what to make of it. Ever since waking up here, fresh from having concrete growing out of every bone in his body, he's been wondering if this is some sort of afterlife. It's nothing like they talked about at the ceremonies in the Big House when he was a kid.

He glances up from his tablet and over to his companion for the night. Their eyes are glowing. It's unsettling.

The sheriff reaches up the rub the back of his neck. There's the knife he picked up if he needs it. But he's really hoping he won't need it.]

Everything I'm reading about these eyes... it's a mess.

One

@dirtyhands; text

So, which of you with the glowing eyes has locked himself outside tonight?

Three

[In Kaz's experience, if something seems like magic, it's usually just a clever trick. In this case, it's one he hasn't yet figured out how his companion is doing. Of course, in Norfinbury, just about anything seems possible: ghosts, demons, what have you. But there are eyes appearing on the walls, and there is another person wandering this building with him, and he has yet to see the two in the same place at the same time. He'll hold off on the ghosts and demons for now.

He watches his traveling partner carefully, mostly out of the corners of his eyes. He listens for their footsteps in the dust and rubble. And yet he still misses it when they put more of the symbols into the wall. This is incredibly frustrating. No one should be able to pull this over on him, of all people.

And yet he can't exactly ask. Not outright, anyway. He stops exploring to lean on the head of his cane and raise one eyebrow.]

Is there a point to that? [His voice is gravelly as ever, but he thinks he's doing a fine job of hiding his powerful irritation.]

@M_ - text - one

Curious, isn't it? All these eyes fluttering about in the snow. I don't suppose anyone has been kind enough to get themselves locked out overnight. An ambassador for our new playmates would be ever so helpful, don't you think?

four

[Moriarty sits at the kitchen table, frowning at his reflection on the dark tablet screen and prodding at one prophet eye with the tip of a box cutter. The other night's fiasco has put him in a sour mood. Sure, all of this prophet business was fun at first, but then the town got into his mind, and, well. Can't have that, now, can we?]

Ugly little things, these eyes. [He says this to his traveling companion, whom he's been largely ignoring up until now. He's bored. This idiot will have to do.] Say, would you like to cut mine out for me?

two

@what | audio

Does anyone know how to make a bomb?

[There's a pause.]

I'm not asking for a friend.

[Another pause.]

It's...I'm just curious. If anyone knows.

[One more pause. This time a resigned voice.]

I'm very tired.

One

Voice; @rebellion

Are there a buncha you outside my crib right now? I mean, I know I'm good lookin' and all but this is gettin' pretty weird if ya ask me.

Why don't you all go home?

Four

[Dante pushes his fingers through his pale silver hair and smirks.]

It's gettin' pretty late. Maybe we should crash and try openin' the vents again in the morning. They'll still be there, ...probably.

[He looks towards his companion with eyes that still glow red and silently hopes they fall asleep first. He's not scared, he reasons, he's just wary. But he'd be lying if he said the weight of the knife tucked into his boot was not comforting.]

Edited 2016-12-15 16:36 (UTC)

TWO
@sonofabitch

Anyone else still up?

I'm bored to death here. What I would give if this place had King's Knight to pass the time, it sure gets boring being locked up at night. Especially when you're otherwise a night owl.

[Or you know, can't sleep. Which usually isn't a problem for Noctis...]

It almost makes me miss being out at night back home. Almost.

FOUR

[Noctis has tried to keep to himself. Naturally, he's a pretty shy guy, and he feels out of sorts being here. Out of his element, as it were. However, the eyes haven't helped him ease into this situation any, and further such when there were others trying to kill one another over them.

Which leaves him to his idle thoughts regarding such as he turns a knife over in his hand. He has no desire to use it on his traveling companion, even if they have those creepy prophet symbol eyes, while his own merely glows.

It does, however, lead to the alarming thought that his companion might turn on him. Suddenly, he's grateful for the knife in his hand, but then wonders what his companion might be armed with. Worried eyes glance their way across the room while they're not looking, as he tries to assess them for possible weapons.]

So... Ever think our eyes will go back to normal? Not that they're not cool, or whatever, but I gotta say, they're a little freaky.

[He asks this, casual and cool, hiding any worry that might be bubbling beneath the surface, tucking the knife away meanwhile. He doesn't want to give off a threatening vibe if he doesn't have to, after all. Let alone cause a fight because of misconstrued intent.]

TWO. @thewoman, audio;

[Her voice is low and velvety as she addresses the network, her words enunciated imploringly. It's exactly the tone of the late-night phone calls that no one admits to making.] What do you think about when you close your eyes?

[It's a suggestive question, and purposefully so, but she's really hoping to hear a few answers about eyes.]

THREE.

[Danger isn't new to Irene. She's flirted with danger just the same as she's flirted with anyone else. Her life has been mired in danger ever since she decided how much she likes misbehaving.

She's never been easy to frighten. But of course, she's used to real danger. Governments, scandals, terrorists. She's not used to whatever this place is.

However, she can't let anyone see that she's afraid if she ever hopes to gain any measure of the control she once had over her own life. So she levels her companion with a curious look after she spots another eye on the wall, probably the fifth or sixth by now. It doesn't quite have the same effect without her usual repertoire of cosmetics, but her eyes are as sharp as ever.]

I hope you're not doing this. [It's a question, but she doesn't say it like one.]

Two - @htownshend, text;

[ Henry is used to sounding crazy in front of people. It's fine. At least everyone here knows the strange ways everyone could be affected. Still, he probably wouldn't have brought it up if this wasn't the first time he'd tried to sleep in three days. ]

I can't sleep. I keep seeing an eye. It doesn't make any sense. Anyone else seeing it, too?

Three

What...? [ Henry reaches up and touches the eye carving, like it might activate something, or disappear under his fingers, but nothing happens. And then he sees another in his peripheral vision. ]

Huh? [ That one gets the same treatment. He looks at his companion, dumbfounded. ] You're not...doing that, are you?

Four

[ Henry couldn't stand being someone who tried to hurt others. His eyes were wrong, so wrong. Being forced into serving 'the Prophet' made him feel sick to his stomach. So when he sees the knife, he holds it and turns it over in his hands.

He'd normally never think of this, not after everything he'd learned back home. But it might be the only way. He holds the knife out to the person stuck with him here, handing it to them. ]

Here. If, uh... if I come near you, use this.

Edited 2016-12-16 04:26 (UTC)

one

@hisandhearse; video

[Molly starts the video by letting it scan the snow outside the window before turning it back to her own face. She looks quite worried, her free hand at her chin.]

Can anyone else see those lights? Don't suppose those are animals?

four

[Despite the events that transpired a few days past, Molly's done her best to be chipper and optimistic. There's no reason in letting it all stew and fester, after all. Her and her companion may not be friends, exactly, but they can still be friendly. Molly's feelings on this waver like a candlestick's flame when she sees the knife in their hand. Her smile falters, but she does her best to keep it on and keep it bright.]

No reason for that now, is there?

Edited 2016-12-17 00:25 (UTC)

ONE

@mimus; voice

Anyone have a hypothesis on these eyes? Educated guess? At the moment, I'm even interested in a good old hunch.

TWO

@mimus; text

What do you do when you can't sleep? I used to look at slides, do comparisons for antigenic drift, that sort of thing, but you could say I'm a bit short on equipment.

THREE

[This is certainly not the weirdest thing that she's ever experienced. Being an Avenger tended to sort of set the bar for weird to truly cosmic proportions. But this is creepy, in a subtle, understated way that makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and turns her paranoia up to eleven.

The options are that her companion is up to something, or that they're not alone, or a third option that she's leaving off the table for now. Eliminate the normal before you jump straight into the weird. If nothing else, it helps to narrow the field, make sure you know what you're dealing with.]

Just so we're clear: we both see the eyes on the wall, right?

[It's a calculated risk. Any answer tells her something, even if they lie to her. It's if she can tell the difference.. people have been hard for her lately, even before she arrived here.]

( 01. )

@redhood; text

Couldn't be glowing chilli dogs, could it? That'd be asking way too much.

( 03. )

[ Since his arrival Jason has seen people wearing the same sort of woollen coat provided by their kidnappers (he refuses to think of them otherwise) and hasn't regretted having kept his own leather jacket. Until now. It's really, really cold as he and his tagalong +1 mooch through the building, made worse only when the freaky eye doodles on the walls spread out when he isn't looking; he tests it out once or twice and, yep, those sure are some peepers where there were none before. So yeah, he was, y'know, already pissed about the situation purely going on the perpetually shitty weather but then someone had to throw eerie eye-stalking into the mix (maybe magic too, he doesn't like to rule out the possibility) of exploring a fucking tundra-ridden town which isn't doing anything to improve his mood.

He kicks a pebble at a wall of carvings, arms folded across his chest to keep in what little bodyheat he owns, fervently wishing for a .45 to make himself feel better. Failing that, he takes out his pad to snapshot a picture of a blank pillar, whistling as he lazily pirouettes to snap another; of the same spot, now with a carving in place. It gets a wave and whether his companion can hear him or not, thinks he's crazy or not, he cheerily tells the new design, ]

Tell your boss I said Hi! Also, they can go screw themselves. Worst Easter egg hunt ever.

[ Is anyone actually listening or watching through the motifs? Jason doesn't know, but a little evidence of even the smallest weirdness isn't a bad thing. At least, his theory is that the timestamps on the photographs will prove to himself that A) he isn't going crazy and doodling without knowing it, and B) no one he's with could have done it either with milliseconds to spare. It's not exactly Red Robin levels of detective work with all of Jason's tech nerfed to shit, but it'll do for now.

And then he checks the photos and, ] Come the fuck on!

[ Of course, they're both fuzzy. (And he's still goddamn cold, now shivering.) ]

Two

@TheDoctor | Video

[The Doctor, in a word, looks like hell. He's clearly not slept in a very long time (for him) and he doesn't seem to be getting any sleep tonight either. But, he doesn't want to admit to what's keeping him awake. It reminds him too much of the creature that stalked him in his Confession Dial.]

I can't sleep. So I'm going to tell you a story that was told to me by the Brothers Grimm. They're lovely chaps. On my darts team. Darts is a great sport, by the way. Maths and alcoholic beverages. The best way to spend a morning. Anyway, according to them, there's this emperor and he asks this shepherd's boy, "How many seconds in eternity?" there's this mountain of pure diamond. It takes an hour to climb it, and an hour to go around it! And the shepherd's boy says, "Every hundred years, a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on the diamond mountain.And when the entire mountain is chiselled away, the first second of eternity will have passed."

You must think that's a hell of a long time. Personally, I think that's a hell of a bird. Though, as someone who's done just that? It actually is a hell of a long time.

[He stares at the camera for a long moment.]

I have been relatively silent up to this time. Minding my own business, doing what I can to stay alive. But to whomever decided that they can infiltrate our minds with haunting visions so that we can't sleep: you have made one enormous mistake. If you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there is one thing you never, ever put in a trap.

[He offers a bit of a sharky grin.]

I know what that one thing is. The question is: do you?

Three

The Doctor looks around. Mystified. This isn't that different from when he first encountered The Silence. Could it be that they've some how survived? That they are here, in this town, right now? And instead of drawing hashes on his body, he's drawing eyes?

The Doctor finally decides to speak to the other who is with him. "Look, I've encountered creatures like this before. In my world, they're called The Silence. They were once priests. Confessors. Because the only way to feel properly forgiven for your deepest darkest sins is if you forget you've ever told anyone about them. So, when you look away from them, you've forgotten they were there. But, rather than drawing eyes, might be better to draw hashmarks on your body. It's best to keep count of how many of them are around."

He doesn't really expect this to work. Nothing else he has planned has gone right in this town, but maybe he can stop the drawn eyes from multiplying around them.

( two )

@brooklyn | video

[Steve is very small, and very wrapped up, and very curled up in a corner. He's been exploring the functionality of his tablet, since he can't sleep, and he's discovered the notepad function and that he can use it to draw. Which brings us to his post.]

So drawing on the... I guess you're calling it a tablet? Well it's different. And with the lack of pens and pencils and paper, I figure I don't want my skills to rust... so... [He looks a bit bashful.] I guess I'm taking requests. Anyone want a picture?

( three )

[Well Steve definitely hasn't drawn any eyes. He'd recognize the style if it were him, and they're not his style... Steve steps up close to the walls and traces an eye with his finger, frowning deeply.]

You got any idea where these came from?

[He's not saying it was you, he's just saying it's highly suspicious no matter how you look at it.]

Edited 2016-12-20 20:51 (UTC)

one
@bluesky | text

Anyone else looked outside recently?

three

[Since they arrived, Steve hasn't said anything about the strange carvings. At first he just left them alone, silently noting the new ones with a brief glance and focusing on getting a good mental map of the building and finding useful supplies. After several more appear in places they definitely were before, however, he can't ignore them. He stops in the doorway of the room in question, where the eyes keep appearing, and stares at the far wall with his arms crossed. The next time his companion passes by that room, he speaks.]

There's something wrong with this place.

[Very wrong.]

I don't want to worry you too much, but they're definitely spreading. Faster than they were.

one;
@20thcenturyboy | text

hey what the fuck . what the fuck what the fuck? someone is outside. whoever is outside stop being a goddam creep and come in and fight me yuo COWARD. i WILL win. what the fuck fuckin eyes lurkin outside like some goddam cat

three;
[You know, it would be reasonable for any traveling companion to want to murder Magenta, even without the outside influence of the eyes appearing on the walls. His incessant complaining is unbearable, as is the constant sniffing, and he hardly seems to be taking the situation seriously enough.]

Fuck, this place is miserable! D'you think we could bring in some flowers to give it some brightness? I've heard they can bring you flowers if you pay enough. Even in winter!

[Without specifying who "they" are, he plops down in a chair, resting his snowy boots on a nearby table. If he's concerned about the eyes, he doesn't show it--perhaps because his own left eye is simply nonexistent, replaced by an ugly scar that appears to be relatively new.]

Lots of people complain 'bout the snow here, but I don't mind.

one - @carcinoGeneticist | text

OK SO DISREGARDING FOR THE MOMENT HOW FUCKING STUPID IT IS TO MAKE SOMEONE WHO'S *NOCTURNAL* STAY INDOORS AT NIGHT
NOT THAT I'M NOT SAYING I'M IN ANY GREAT RUSH TO GET OUT THERE AND DISCOVER ALL THE NEW AND EXCITING AND OR OBSCENE WAYS I MIGHT POSE MY FRIGID CORPSE FOR "EPIC LULZ", WHICH, BY THE WAY, FUCK YOU FOR THINKING THAT
BUT THE SNOW'S COMING DOWN PRETTY HARD OUT THERE AND I AM FUCKING SICK OF SEEING THE SAME MESSAGES FROM YOU PEOPLE OVER AND OVER AGAIN. A LITTLE DECORUM, MAYBE? OR SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME HANDLE THIS.
SO. THOSE EYES. THEY'RE OUTSIDE *EVERYONE'S* HIVES, RIGHT? OR ARE THEY JUST IN SOME AREAS, LIKE THEY'RE COMING FROM A SPECIFIC DIRECTION? BECAUSE I THINK AT THIS POINT WE'VE RULED OUT THAT THEY'RE PEOPLE, SO MAYBE THEY'RE JUST PASSING THROUGH? OR UH
SOMETHING MIGHT BE ATTRACTING THEM. I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, HAS THIS HAPPENED BEFORE? OR DID ONE OF YOU KNUCKLESPONGED ASSHOLES DO SOMETHING PARTICULARLY STUPID TODAY TO MAKE IT HAPPEN NOW? DID YOU PISS OFF AN OUTER GOD OR WHAT??
AND
HAVE ANY OF THE THINGS THOSE EYES BELONG TO TRIED BREAKING IN YET. IS THAT EVEN A THING THAT CAN HAPPEN BECAUSE IF NOT, GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE, WE'LL FIGURE IT OUT IN THE MORNING, BUT IF SO, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON SO I CAN PREPARE MYSELF.

three

[Karkat pays no mind to the eye at first, focusing his attention instead on whatever the fuck else this building has to offer, but the more the eyes keep multiplying, the more pointed glances and then outright suspicious ones he sends to his companion. Is this... he's pretty sure he's not doing it and then blanking out on it. That would be stupid, right? So—]

Could you cut that the fuck out? Why are you doing that, anyway?

[Because if it's to troll him, wow does he have words for you, chief among them is get a fucking hobby.]

TWO

@tantalus | audio

I dunno about anyone else but I can't sleep. Anyone want to play a game or something? That's usually pretty relaxing.

Or maybe I just need some company.

THREE

[Zidane doesn't say anything as the first few eye carvings appear and tries to ignore the itchy, cold feeling that he's being watched. Once an entire wall is covered he's had enough and wheels on his companion, tail fluffed in agitation.]

Hey, if you're doing this cut it out, would ya? It's not funny anymore!

TWO
@marked | text

[Corvo isn't a strange to sleepless nights. It was the perks of walking among rats, watching bodies fall from the sky, and holding your dead lover in your arms before getting dragged off to prison. But there were no sedatives to fix that this time around.

Just the ever so bright network screen.]

When I imagined a vacation, I thought it'd be the sound of waves hitting the beach would keep me up. Who ordered the void freezing over and endless eyes?

FOUR

[Your travelling companion arrived with crippling paranoia, so these extreme make-overs aren't doing much to loosen the grip on that knife. He's had it on him since you started your trudge through the snow, and he's made no effort to hide the fact. But he's been stealing glances towards you as of late, and that mask isn't making him any less intimidating.

For the first time in what seemed like hours, he cleared his throat and spoke up. At least his gaze is ahead.] Have you killed anyone?

TWO

@skates | text

Is it always snowing THIS much? I'd say I'm impressed but... Anyhow! Where's the nearest hot spring? I can't seem to fall asleep.

FOUR

[ It's freezing cold and Viktor can't help but shake the feeling that someone is watching him. Sure, he's used to lots of eyes on him at all times, but this is definitely different. Ignoring the fact he's god-knows-where and can't remember how he got there. Yep, ignoring that entirely.

He's also ignoring the weird eye thing going on. He sneaked a glance at his reflection on the ice - and well, it wasn't what he was expecting. His traveling companion looks worse and maybe it'd be nice to just end his suffering - no. No that was a strange thought. He also ignores the compulsive urge to clutch the knife in his pocket tighter.

He shakes his head and presses forward. It'll go away eventually. It's just the cold, right? ]

Edited (FRESH MEAT ALERT wheezes i hope i did this right) 2016-12-29 22:26 (UTC)

[ 2. @sheik - audio ]

[The camera-sky Sheikah never posts with video. Coming to this place has not made him more eager to show his face to others. Nevertheless, his soft, androgynous voice must be familiar to the network by now, and that's aside from the fact that everything he posts has his username attached.

Well. No bother. There's no need for anonymity on a night like tonight, plagued with disturbing... hallucinations? visions? something of that sort - when he closes his eyes. What he needs is a distraction.]

I fear the prophet is haunting me. [the words are soaked in weariness.]

Someone, share a tale from your world with me. Anything to pass this sleepless night.

[ 3. (if you prefer action brackets, feel free to switch) ]

The eye is a symbol loaded with meaning for Sheik. There was the obvious connection to the Sheikah's traditional emblem, which Sheik wore herself, decorated with sharp triangles for lashes and a long, bloody teardrop pouring from its center. But it meant much more beyond that. There's the concept of the mind's eye, not unlike the precognitive talent she had as a child; the figurative "eye" of the Goddesses, who must be watching Sheik even now as they continuously test her faith; the single red eye that Sheik exposes to others while hiding the rest of her boy's face behind cloth and hair...

So which one of these variable meanings ought Sheik attach to the carvings appearing conspicuously around the room? When he saw the first, he'd dismissed it as something left by another scavenger or just another one of the city's numerous mysteries... but he's seeing more of them now, and he's certain at least a few were not there the last time he looked.

"Wait," Sheik says. The young man stops but does not turn to talk to his companion. "Do you see it as well? Whatever it is - illusion or not?"

He glances around the room. Now that he paused to look closer, he isn't noticing any new ones. Or did it just stop momentarily?

"...Illusion. It must me some sort of trick."

Edited 2016-12-31 20:40 (UTC)

one and two ;
@shiftandjump | text

so does anyone know what these eyes are i keep seeing because they're always here when i close my eyes. theyre outside and theyre inside and this is shitty and i'm getting kind of freaked out. i've been trying to drink them away but it doesn't work. can we not?

four ;

[ Junpei's used to this. He's used to a life where people want to kill each other, used to the desperation and sweat that comes of it. However, being used to it doesn't mean he's not afraid. Not of his companion, but of himself, and what he might do to survive. But one lesson he's learned is the only way to escape fear is to do something about it first. ]

So... let's play a game.

[ As Junpei speaks, his voice is heavily resigned. He sets the knife down on the table in front of he and his companion. They've hidden out for the night, though it was probably a mistake to bunk together. ]

Whoever gets the knife first gets to protect themselves. The other gets to give up.

[ Fair's fair, after all. And guess what? He's rooting for the other guy. ]

Edited 2017-01-02 03:58 (UTC)

[one]

@robinsarered
I would assume there's no possibility that harmless animals with glowing, humanoid eyes and the ability to hover are not native to this area.

[three]

Senseless property damage isn't actually that entertaining.

[So he kind of sounds like an after school special, but the eyes appearing is starting to trouble him a little. And either someone fesses up to doing it for fun or they agree and the mystery remains. He gets more information either way. His fingers reach out and he touches one of the carvings, traces the shape of it.]

An occult symbol?

four

[He's so used to things messing with his mind by now that it's a little disturbing. He jumps when he catches sight of himself in any reflective surface and the distortion caused by a menu or piece of glass only makes it worse. Eyes are a window to the soul and right now everyone's soul is looking like a black, gaping pit.]

Maybe if we don't look at one another? If one of us wears a blindfold?

[Yeah, like that's going to happen when his fingers are itching for a weapon. But the problem exists and he's going to try to solve it. Sleep, maybe, is a third option. But sleep is for the weak and not those with violent fantasies playing out in their heads.]

Threaded | Flat

Reggie Rowe | Infamous: Second Son

Kaz Brekker | Six of Crows

Jim Moriarty | BBC Sherlock

Wylan Van Eck | Six of Crows

Dante | Devil May Cry

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